After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect

Chapter 167 166. Refining thoughts in the mortal world, both the old and new crimson palaces enter the body (8.1K words-big chapter, please subscribe)

The ancient Wuxiang clan, a place with abundant Xuanqi.

Three Xuan-cultivating geniuses who have been carefully selected came here. They are all Xuan-cultivating ninth level. They are all excited about being selected. Although they don’t know what it is, it can’t be a bad thing.

A rainbow light fell not far away, revealing the figure of a white-haired old man.

The old man stroked his beard and looked at the three people, saying kindly: "I am Tang Xiaoping, the middle stage of Zifu."

The three geniuses bowed down hurriedly.

Tang Xiaoping said: "From today on, I will teach you two spells. If you can succeed, you may be able to reach an unprecedented level. The first one is called "Xuanshan Jiudie" and the second one is "Chen Gen Lianshan Fa". The practice of these two methods is for the third spell. Do you have confidence?"

The three geniuses flashed with expectation and excitement in their eyes.

They are not only geniuses, but also geniuses with family backgrounds. They have been nurtured by the family heritage since childhood. For them, practicing the ninth level of Xuan is as simple as drinking water and breathing. Even many spells can be learned far beyond their peers. Now it is rare to encounter something difficult, and it is "unprecedented", so they are naturally looking forward to it and excited.

One of the geniuses smiled and said, "Senior Tang, we are worried about the difficulty."

Another genius said proudly, "Not bad."

Another genius smiled proudly, without saying much, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, as if he was already thinking about what type of spells "Xuanshan Jiudie" and "Chen Gen Lianshan Fa" are.

Here, whether optimistic, arrogant, or calm, the three of them are not at all impetuous.

They are not only geniuses in cultivation, but also good in character, otherwise they would not be able to pass the many selections and come here.

Tang Xiaoping nodded with satisfaction, then stood up and stepped forward, stretching his hands and saying, "Let's take a good look at this "Nine Layers of Xuanshan."

The mysterious energy rolled with his arms, layer after layer, gradually becoming as deep as a mountain.

Green mountains.

Green water.

The beautiful scenery is not in vain, because there is good wine and people drinking together.

Huo Boxing raised his glass and laughed, "Good wine, really good wine! Such good wine is paired with Boss Li's crystal amber pig skin jelly, which is really fragrant and beautiful!"

Since he and Boss Li "didn't know each other" in the autumn of the previous year, he gradually became friends with Boss Li. The two often drank together, watched plays, went outings, sat in front of flowers when sober, and slept under flowers when drunk. They became brothers who talked about everything.

Song Yan smiled and raised his glass, clinked it with the chivalrous swordsman in front of him, and then looked at the stage not far away together.

The stage was set up at the foot of the green hills. In the distance, the wind from the grassland was blowing gently. It was really refreshing in this spring.

"Boss Li."

"Boss Li."

People who walked in one by one greeted Song Yan.

Boss Li was generous and generous, helping the poor and needy, and had a good reputation in Hanyan Town and even the surrounding areas.

Those who had no money, no place to live, and were hungry, as long as they went to him, Boss Li would always help them. Of course, if they wanted to cheat, Boss Li was not blind, and the tendon meat raised by Boss Li was not for decoration.

The wonderful singing on the stage in the distance, but singing over and over again, was just the joys and sorrows of the world, the changes of power, and the heroic deeds on the battlefield.

Suddenly, a crowd of people clapped and shouted, "Good! Good singing!"

The reward money fell far away.

Huo Boxing looked up and smiled, "I've watched this play several times. The beginning is boring and bitter, but the good part is that the couple finally get together. How does the saying go? Lovers finally get married! Hahaha!"

Song Yan looked up and glanced.

He found that his mood began to change.

If it were in the past, he would definitely be eager to find a sweetheart and live a carefree life, but now he has understood that perhaps such a thing only appears in the illusion where the devil deliberately seduces, and it does not exist in reality.

He drank a cup by himself.

Huo Boxing said, "Old Li, you should also find a wife. You are alone, isn't the quilt cold?"

He rolled his eyes and said, "Mr. Huang has a niece. When she was young, she was very picky about this and that. Although she is in her twenties now, she is quite feminine. Can I introduce her to you?"

Song Yan waved his hand.

Huo Boxing said, "Don't, Lao Li, that lady is really good. Although she is in her twenties, she doesn't play around outside and is in good health."

He spoke more and more softly, and then said, "That day when you gave money to the Jie brothers, the lady looked at you from a distance and said that although you are a little older, she likes men like you who are heroic and bold."

Song Yan put down the wine glass and was silent.

Huo Boxing followed the silence.

Song Yan said, "I had a wife, but she is gone. Now, I can hardly remember what she looks like."

Many people flashed through his mind, starting from the original furnace Qiu Lianyue, to Queen Fu, to Cao Yuzhuang, to Xiao Jiu, An Li, Su Yao, Madam Ling, Pei Xuehan.

Not only these people, but also some faces that occasionally flashed when he experienced other people's obsessions in the sea of ​​suffering.

He seemed to be very familiar with those faces, very unforgettable, but he didn't recognize them at all.

But these people are fading.

Song Yan said, "I don't want to marry again."

Huo Boxing said, "Old Li, I know you are a sentimental person, but you have to look forward."

Valuing sentiment?

He was just practicing.

Song Yan smiled faintly, raised his glass and said, "Come on! Stop talking!"

Huo Boxing sighed and said helplessly: "Okay, okay, if you don't say it, don't say it. Drink, drink!"

As a glass of strong wine fell into his throat, Song Yan felt a strange feeling in his heart.

He sent the brothers of the Jie family with money, and he was doing good deeds, but he didn't expect that this kindness actually attracted the favor of Mr. Huang's niece.

He believes that the little lady is good, so is this a good deed?

He smiled and shook his head.

He doesn't care about the favor of a young lady, but he has no intention of inserting it into her. A thought is like a seed, and if there is a reward, it seems to be watered, which finally makes him feel a little happy.

In the blink of an eye, another two years have passed.

On this day, the autumn rain fell miserably and coldly.

Pedestrians hurriedly filled the street, and the umbrellas moved like boats. After they were all gone, only the rainwater flowing across the bluestone tiles was left.

Suddenly, the rainwater was trampled by boots again.

A figure broke through the rain curtain with an umbrella and knocked on the door of Hanyan Butcher Shop.

Huo Boxing shouted: "Old Li! Old Li!"

Not long after, I heard a creak and the door opened.

Song Yan stood in front of the door with the light on. When he saw an acquaintance, he turned slightly sideways and said with a smile: "Old Huo, you come to me for a drink so late today?"

Huo Boxing was silent for a moment, then lowered his head and said, "No."

Song Yan asked: "What is that?"

Huo Boxing didn't seem to hear what he asked. Instead, he was immersed in his own rhythm and murmured: "It's so late and drinking is not good. Lao Li, you don't want to marry a wife. You have to take care of yourself. You can't do it at night." drink wine!

As for me.

I came to say goodbye to you. "

Song Yan understood and turned around to get the silver, but was grabbed by Huo Boxing before he took two steps.

"Who do you think I am?!"

"I am alone and can't spend any money. If I don't give it to my brothers, who will I give it to?"

"Hey, I just came to say goodbye.

I. If I leave, I'm afraid I may not be able to come back.

A descendant of King Xixiang appeared and was supported by the generals and Jianghu forces, and regained his position.

But a few years ago, King Xixiang's brother Xiao Bawang said that the descendants of King Xixiang died suddenly and had no heirs, so he replaced him.

Mr. Huang is Xiao Bawang's man. Now that the original heir has come back from the dead, he still claims that Xiao Bawang is the murderer.

Xiao Bawang naturally denied it. Not only did he deny it, he also accused the heir of being a conspiracy of someone with ulterior motives.

The two sides are now fighting. I am Mr. Huang's man, so I have to take action.

I don’t know who is true and who is false, who is right and who is wrong, and I have no way of knowing.

But Mr. Huang provided for me and supported me. At this time, when I, Huo Boxing, hold my head in hand to repay, I am Mr. Huang's knife, and the knife will cut wherever Mr. Huang wants.

The knife doesn't need to have a mind of its own. "

"But you have me as your friend, right?"

"good!"

The swordsman laughed heartily, then gave Song Yan a bear hug, then turned around, raised his hands and said "let's go" coolly, and then hummed: "Don't ask about life or death here, when the flowers are blooming, just drink a bottle of wine! Haha! Ha ha"

As he sang, shouts came from behind him.

"Lao Huo!"

The swordsman stopped, turned around, and looked at Boss Li in the butcher's door.

Song Yan stepped forward, took out a bottle of wine from his sleeve and handed it over.

The bottle is a porcelain bottle, the kind that holds elixirs, but the content is not elixirs, but wine. The wine is soaked with moonlight grass as the main ingredient, and some Song Yan himself added Xiaoxuanhuaxuancao. To him, this kind of wine is just a tasteful wine, but to ordinary people, it is a panacea that can remove hundreds of poisons, restore physical strength, and whiten flesh and bones.

Song Yan put the wine into Huo Boxing's hand and said, "Trust me, I drank it before the battle."

Huo Boxing took the wine, nodded solemnly, and then said: "Old Li, take care!"

"Take care of yourself!"

Autumn is gone and winter is coming.

Xiaoxue

In Cangshan Mountain, corpses are scattered all over the fields, covered with light white, and strange screeching scavenging birds are already lingering in the gray sky and black branches.

Suddenly, in the pile of corpses, a hand pushed away the corpses that were pressing on him, and slowly crawled out.

Huo Boxing's face was covered with blood and his hair was disheveled. He looked around with fear in his eyes and murmured: "Monsters, monsters are all monsters! How can you beat such a crazy monster?"

He recalled the previous battle with the men sent by the descendants of King Xixiang in his mind, and his face still looked horrified.

Those people have fire flowing from their bodies, they are powerful, as fast as the wind, and as brave as the gods.

He fought against one of them. That person was clearly inferior to him in martial arts, but he relied on strength and speed to overpower him.

Suddenly, he thought of the descendants of King Xiang.

The descendants are a pair of siblings. The eldest sister calls herself "Princess Chiyan". It is said that she has the power lent by the gods, which can make her masters improve their understanding and strength.

Coupled with the charming face and ruthless methods of "Princess Chiyan", she was able to convince everyone in the world and win over the general who was originally loyal to King Xixiang.

"Red Flame. Firelight"

"It's actually true!"

Huo Boxing was afraid.

He is not afraid of the swords and shadows in the arena, but he is afraid of the mysterious power.

He began to fear death.

But, who is not afraid of death?

He had already died once and had repaid his kindness.

But how did he survive? Why did he burst out with new strength and crawl out from the pile of dead people?

Huo Boxing thought for a moment and suddenly understood.

"Lao Li, it's Lao Li's wine."

"Old Li is actually a strange person."

He burst into tears, but looking at the way home in front of him, he did not dare to go back.

He had already repaid Mr. Huang's kindness, and he didn't want to lick blood on the tip of the knife again.

The friendship in the martial arts world was too heavy and too ruthless, and he didn't want to touch it again. Now he just wanted to find a wife and live a good life.

After standing still for a few breaths, Huo Boxing suddenly turned around, gritted his teeth, and ran deeper into the forest.

Soon, he came to a fork in the road. When he was considering which way to go, a huge rock suddenly rolled down from the top of the narrow road on the left, blocking the way ahead.

There was another rumbling sound ahead, which was obviously a rockfall.

Huo Boxing had no choice but to go to the right mountain road.

He didn't know that a divine consciousness was following him far away, and helped him to identify the road, until he avoided the lurking enemies who stayed in the mountains to cut the grass and root, and stepped onto a road leading to a "small mountain village like a paradise".

After a long time, Song Yan withdrew his divine consciousness and stood in the snow, feeling emotional.

Huo Boxing met him and made friends with him because of his kindness, and now he escaped death because of him and changed his original fate.

Every bite and every drink, good and evil will be rewarded, although it is not constant, it still exists.

Song Yan only felt that the fluctuations of kindness were growing stronger, and the seeds of kindness he got from An Li had now taken root and sprouted.

Time flies, and another half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past six months, Hanyan Town has experienced ups and downs.

Mr. Huang, who was once so famous, ran away.

At night, every household closed the door tightly.

The war and killing, the fighting in the rivers and lakes, even if you are not in the "center of the meat grinder", you can still feel it.

Sometimes, when you wake up and open the door, you can see a corpse lying on the ground not far away.

The better corpses are still intact, and the worse ones are either without heads, or the heads have been shriveled, or the bodies are cruelly dismembered. There are all kinds of things, but they all look like nightmares.

This frightened the townspeople, but no one dared to run around, because they had heard that the surrounding towns were the same.

The struggle between Princess Chiyan and Overlord Xiao had entered a white-hot stage, and almost everywhere was their battlefield.

Hanyan Town was relatively good.

Song Yan ran a butcher shop every day, focusing on leather making, helping people with nowhere to go, giving hungry people a full meal, and giving refugees some money to settle down.

The reputation of "Li Dashan, the timely rain of Hanyan Town" had spread around, which more or less became a talisman, allowing him to avoid human disasters even in the chaos of war.

In the late autumn of that year, dead leaves fell from the sky.

The fast horses galloped from afar, and the knights beat gongs and drums, shouting at the top of their voices: "The war is over! The traitor Xiao Yizhi has been executed!!"

"The war is over! The traitor Xiao Yizhi has been executed!!"

Xiao Yizhi is Overlord Xiao.

If he died, Princess Chiyan and her brother would take the throne.

Every household opened their doors immediately, looked at the knight, and listened to the gongs and drums and shouts.

The officials who took office picked up small firecrackers and exploded them at the entrance of the town.

A festive and peaceful atmosphere spread immediately, giving people a feeling that the suffering had passed.

However, everyone was terrified in their hearts, because no one knew what kind of person the "Chiyan Princess" was?

Although King Xixiang was a nominal king.

But in this land, when people heard King Xixiang, they would only think of a little boy or a young boy. But when they heard about Princess Chiyan, they would shudder, and what emerged in their minds was a huge black demon shadow, because Princess Chiyan was accompanied by too many myths.

She has been deified or demonized, making people awed and terrified.

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Some people said that she made a deal with the devil, some people said that she had the help of immortals, and some people said that she inherited some kind of terrifying magic.

Song Yan felt the festive atmosphere, looked up at the withered old tree, and continued to do business in front of the house.

Suddenly, the noisy voices in the distance suddenly quieted down, as if there was a great force forcing everyone to shut up.

This power is called power.

Song Yan looked up and saw the source of power.

The girl rode a tall horse, wearing a scarlet cloak and a hideous ghost mask, and everyone knelt down wherever she went. Behind her horse was the newly appointed official of Hanyan Town.

The official was respectful, and his waist, which was straight just now, was hunched very low. It was obviously a cold autumn day, but he was sweating like rain, as if the ghost-faced girl in front of him was really an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

The girl rode to the butcher shop on horseback.

Song Yan followed the local customs and was about to pay his respects.

The girl turned over and knelt down in front of him, saying, "Adoptive father."

Song Yan looked at her in surprise, pointed at her and said, "You you."

The girl took off the ghost mask, revealing the delicate face behind it. The eyes that were like thawing ice looked at the butcher in front of her gently and said, "Tienniu is back."

Then, she stood up and raised her hand, and someone behind her immediately presented the box.

She handed the box to Song Yan respectfully and said, "This is a large house opposite the Xixiangwang Palace in Qingyang City. It has maids and servants guarding it. Everything is available. Please leave with me, adoptive father, and Tieniu will take care of you in your old age."

And at this moment, someone in the crowd seemed to recognize her and made a low and trembling voice.

"Princess Chi Chiyan."

"She is Princess Chi Yan!"

The official scolded, "How insolent!"

The girl glanced at him lightly, and everyone fell silent again.

The girl looked at Song Yan again and said respectfully: "Adoptive father, my real name is Xiao Mingrong. I was in an uncertain situation back then, and my future was unpredictable. I really don't want to implicate you, so..."

Before she finished her words, Song Yan interrupted her and pushed the box containing the land deed back.

Even though the value of the land deed had already far exceeded a hundred times the value of ten taels of gold, he still pushed it back and just smiled and said: "When you have time, come to see your adoptive father more often."

The two looked at each other

Xiao Mingrong suddenly raised her hand and said: "Pass the order to dispatch 3,000 soldiers to stay in Hanyan Town."

After that, she looked at the official who had taken office and said sternly: "If my adoptive father loses a hair, I will kill all nine of your clans! If everything goes smoothly, it will be considered a great achievement for you!"

The official knelt down in fear.

The Chiyan Princess was too powerful.

Xiao Mingrong looked at Song Yan and said: "Adoptive father, Rong'er still has some things to deal with. I will come to see you again when everything is stable."

Song Yan smiled and nodded.

He didn't care about the reputation of Chiyan County Lord, but this feeling of repaying kindness and good deeds made him feel comfortable and helped him to go further in his kindness.

Autumn passed, and winter came.

Another year of snow fell.

Song Yan had just closed the door, but it was pushed open, and the man in black rushed in, and at the same time took off his hood, revealing the face of a girl.

The girl looked at him happily and shouted, "Godfather, Tieniu is here to see you."

Song Yan saw her dress and knew that this little girl was also a person of temperament. She didn't want to get lost in power and authority, so she wanted to come to him to find a little "anchor of humanity".

Soon

Tieniu skillfully boiled water, and Song Yan cut the meat into shreds, and started to cook noodles after stir-frying.

This was exactly how the two got along many years ago.

Soon, the noodles were on the table.

The two ate noodles.

Tieniu washed the bowl and the water boiled.

She poured water into the wooden basin, squatted down to take off Song Yan's shoes, rolled up his pants, and then washed his feet.

As she washed, she whispered, "My foster father is different from others.

After I became the Princess of Chiyan, everyone respected and feared me, only my foster father. He still treated me with his original intention.

Others wanted to get something from me, only my foster father wanted nothing.

I'm tired, so I want to spend a few days with my foster father.

Is my foster father not disgusted with me?"

Song Yan shook his head.

Tie Niu raised her hands from the hot water and said, "These hands that washed my foster father's feet are actually stained with blood and human lives. There are also innocent people and people who died in vain. But I can't tell them apart, and I can't hold back. I can only kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!!!"

The more she spoke, the more fierce and darker she became, and her eyes were full of ferocity.

Until a big hand gently touched her head and rubbed it.

Tie Niu temporarily got rid of the killing intent and looked up at the man's face.

Song Yan said gently: "So, what are you doing now? Aren't you fulfilling your filial piety? Aren't you thinking about making this land peaceful? Aren't these good? People have evil thoughts and good thoughts. They have both good and evil. This is what it means to be human. Why bother about it?"

Tie Niu was stunned for a moment, with a thoughtful look in her eyes, and said: "What the foster father said is right."

Song Yan suddenly said: "Your fire, you don't use it yourself, right?"

Tie Niu said: "I got the fire from a strange person, and that strange person called himself the Holy Fire Sect. The fire came from afar, and those who worship fire can be reborn. Naturally, I worshiped it, so I got the fire."

The air suddenly became quiet.

Song Yan said: "Don't worship, although the foster father is just a pig butcher, he also knows that pie will not fall from the sky. This kind of power that comes without work must have problems."

Tie Niu nodded.

The father and daughter spent a few days together, and Tie Niu said goodbye to Song Yan again.

Here she is Tie Niu, and once she leaves, she is the Princess of Chiyan again.

Not long after she left, a figure appeared in Hanyan Meat Shop.

The figure was so fat that it was hard to describe. The snowflakes fell on him, just like falling on hot iron and dissipating into steam. But the figure retreated slightly and everything was normal again.

Song Yan turned around and looked at Princess Xi.

Princess Xi looked at him deeply, then handed over two storage bags, and said in a muffled voice: "Master, one contains the nine bloods of the dragon and elephant, all of which are blood essence. The other contains a large amount of black jade for your cultivation."

Song Yan said: "You don't ask anything?"

Princess Xi said: "Ancestor Ning Xin specifically told me."

Song Yan was surprised: "Ancestor Ning Xin?"

Princess Xi said: "Ancestor Ning Xin is different from other ancestors. She has a special connection with the Yin-Yang Black Dragon. She can recognize people and things, know good and bad, and predict the future. Ancestor Ning Xin specifically said that you should not ask too many questions about anything."

Song Yan took the two storage bags and said: "I understand."

Until this moment, the Wuxiang Ancient Clan has been paying for him, so that he does not need to take risks to obtain resources himself, and completely jumps out of the "demonic monk's search" and can practice quietly. It can be said to be a timely help. This made him want to further bind the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

The ancient clans are all in the same boat. He has the blood of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan and has been touched by the great cause and effect of this clan, so why not get closer.

The word "Daoist companion" popped up in his mind.

One of the main purposes of the family gathering fifty years later is to arrange Daoist companions for the younger generation.

Originally, he refused because he felt that "Daoist companions" need to like each other.

But now, he feels that "Daoist companions" are not "mutually beneficial". If it is "mutually beneficial", how much affection is needed? This kind of marriage is that you use me and I use you, and it can only be solid if we reflect each other's value. As for desire, are the Wuxiang Ancient Clan afraid of not being able to find a woman?

Since this arrangement can make his relationship with the Wuxiang Ancient Clan further develop and make the Wuxiang Ancient Clan completely his shield, why not do it?

On the other hand, he has received so many benefits from others. He will not just walk away. He will still take action when it is time.

Song Yan weighed the two storage bags and suddenly said, "Aunt Xi, tell the clan leader that the fire in the Snow Country is used for sacrifice. I don't know which monster the target of the sacrifice is. It is not for cultivation. They have been quite rampant recently, and even the place where I live has been infiltrated."

Princess Xi has seen miracles in this man. Combined with the attitudes of Ning Xin Patriarch, Yin Yang Xuanlong, and what this man is doing now, she has already guessed it in her heart, but she doesn't care about those guesses, so she nodded seriously to the reminder of the master at this time and said, "I will tell you."

After Princess Xi left, Song Yan sat cross-legged and took out the "Nine Bloods of Dragon and Elephant" respectively.

After a slight hesitation, he raised his hand and touched the first and most important bottle of blood essence————Emperor Shiba Elephant Blood Essence.

Emperor Shiba Elephant is one of the top monsters of the Mountain and Sea Monster Clan.

After becoming a member of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, Song Yan also had a preliminary understanding of this continent.

In short: except for the scattered small countries like Gujin Dachu, there are nine ancient tribes and seven alliances.

Among them, the "seven alliances" refer to the seven "ethnic settlements" of the Mountain and Sea Monster Clan.

The former King Tiger, Multi-tailed Fox, and Corpse Wolf belong to a "ethnic settlement", which now belongs to the "Bilan Two-headed Pride Insect Clan", so the Eight Alliances have become Seven Alliances.

But not every ethnic settlement has three tribes, some even have four or five tribes.

Being able to become a top monster among so many races shows how powerful Emperor Shiba Elephant is.

In addition to Emperor Shiba Elephant, the other top monsters are: Willow Snake, Bilan Two-headed Pride Insect, and the former King Tiger.

Each of these four demon tribes has its own characteristics.

At this time, Song Yan stared at the essence of "Emperor Shiba Xiang", thought for a while, took out the black jade, and silently operated the "Xuanjian Sutra" in his heart to digest it.

30 years, the first blood was completely fused.

241 years, the remaining eight bloods were also fused.

The new Nine Palaces blood appeared in Song Yan's body, madly feeding back power, and continued to forge his already extremely hard body, as if it was forged in a new way.

Fine steel is made by a hundred temperings, but Song Yan's is completely a hundred temperings.

Wait until the moment when the nine bloods are completely fused.

Song Yan let out a long sigh of relief, and Hanyan Town suddenly ushered in a gust of wind.

Song Yan glanced at the panel.

[Song Yan]

[Realm: Late Ancient Crimson Palace]

The realm has not changed, but he feels that his body is stronger than ever before.

Song Yan thought about it for a while, and felt that if he faced the former Zhang Han again, even if he did not use the power of his soul, he could ignore Zhang Han's thoughts and attacks with this body alone, and walk directly in front of him, grab him from the Xuanxin, and throw him away at will.

Similarly, if he was promoted to the Purple Palace, then. The attack power of his Purple Palace thoughts would become extremely terrifying. He did not know whether he would be invincible at the same level, but he was definitely the top one.

Suddenly, he felt that his flesh and blood seemed to begin a strange wriggling, as if it had entered a state of reorganization.

With a thought, he changed his body and turned it back to the real Song Yan.

Now, the body, blood, and soul have returned to their original appearance.

He carefully sensed and found that the way of forging the body with "Nine Palace Blood" was actually much easier than the pure powerful spell to shape the body, but it was also much weaker.

Nine Palace Blood only needs to look for blood outside, while the comprehension required for powerful spells is extremely terrifying.

Song Yan simply couldn't imagine why the ancient cultivators would create such a difficult spell.

Could it be that every ancient cultivator was a super genius with extraordinary comprehension?

For the spells that are difficult for cultivators now, they were only considered normal at that time?

But.

How is this possible?

He suddenly thought again: Is it because of this change that someone deliberately created the new "Nine Palace Blood" method to reduce the difficulty; or is it that someone is worried that the ancient method is too powerful and deliberately created a new method?

No one knows!

Song Yan stopped thinking about it. After he finished doing this, he felt his body, and suddenly his mind moved, and he took out the incomplete "Small Heavenly Dao Characters-Yin" array pattern from the storage space.

He already had a deep understanding of the array.

An idea that he had never thought of before, now because of the incomparable power of his body, has grown.

What if he engraved this incomplete "Small Heavenly Dao Characters" on the palm of his hand.

Then use the palm as the array plate and the five fingers as the array flag, what should he do?

Do it as soon as you say it

After trying it with wisdom and confirming the possibility.

Song Yan stretched out his left palm, grabbed the array pattern pen and began to draw on his palm.

After many attempts, 9,213 complex array patterns slowly sank into his palm, and a sense of extreme mystery rose up.

Song Yan stretched out his left hand, clenched it twice, and suddenly injected Xuan Qi.

This time, the snowflakes did not move, but the entire Hanyan Town and even the extremely thin Xuan Qi around it, as if it was under a strong gravitational force, rushed towards him crazily, turned into a vortex, and gathered around him, causing the Xuan Qi where he was to change from "thin Xuan Qi" to "normal Xuan Qi", but elsewhere it changed from "thin Xuan Qi" to "no Xuan Qi".

If the body is a little weaker, it will be shattered into pieces with just this one breath.

But Song Yan first tempered his body with "One Step to Heaven" and then with "Nine Bloods of Dragon and Elephant" which is famous for its strong physique. His physique has become unimaginably strong.

Others would die if they did the same thing, but he would not.

Feeling this power, Song Yan couldn't help but grin, revealing two rows of cold white teeth.