The Return of the City’s Cultivation

Ye Tian saw Fandao Peak from a distance. As the name suggests, it is the mountain with the veins of Fandao. From a distance, the whole mountain looks like a Christmas tree with a string of colorful lights. His lantern is a small river, and his body falls in the mountains. You can hear the sound of the river flowing. The mountains are quite flat, and the guards are tightly guarded everywhere. The bright-eyed men stand tall and straight everywhere in the mountain. The entrance is an archway. The seven or eight-meter-high archway is like a jade carving. Many people stood in front of the archway to register. Ye Tianliang gave out the Fandao sign. The staff of Fandaofeng operated on the light screen for a while, and Ye Tian found it in the Fandao sign. More data information, such as name, number of days of use, room number and location, etc.

Ye Tian entered the archway and walked along the mountain road lined with laurel trees to Room 187. Not far away are small rivers, said to be small rivers. In fact, the river is narrow and the width is less than two meters. Look carefully, Ye The sky said "Hey", which is really strange. The small river is filled with smooth stones of different sizes, like pebbles, bigger than a fist and smaller as a cherry. The stones are more beautiful than jade. They are immersed in water, shimmering, and glowing with a warm luster. The stones in the river do not have a bit of water, but they make a sound of "crushing" water.

Ye Tian was surprised when he heard noisy voices not far away.

The mountain road is not rugged and bumpy, on the contrary, it has the vastness of Pingchuan. There are many public facilities on both sides, such as floaters, flying machines, and pavilions for resting and talking. The sculptures of art are definitely a tourist attraction on the earth, where people come and go. It's also quite lively.

There were about twenty people in that group, walking towards Ye Tian. One of them was a man with a tall head and chest. He was twenty-four or five years old. He had a handsome face and a handsome temperament. It could be described as punching Pan An and kicking. Song Yu, surrounded by stars, had a faint smile on his face, as if everything seemed like a breeze to him, and others slapped his horse around him with greedy smiles.

When many people met him on the road, they stood respectfully by the side of the road and called "Brother Cheng", while the girls blushed, with stars in their eyes, and they looked like they were ungrateful.

Ye Tian was quite surprised, "This is the first day of the martial art to become a Jun? It's really a bit of tolerance." He looked at it more, Cheng Jun felt a little bit, and his falcon-like eyes shot two cold lights on Ye Tian. On his body, his face suddenly showed contempt, a white person? An ant-like existence, turning his head, he didn't even have the mood to take another look.

Someone in the crowd praised, "Brother Jun, you were only promoted to the Seven Channels of the Ordinary Dao a year ago, and you want to rise into the Eight Channels of the Ordinary Dao so soon. How can such a terrifying talent tell us people to live."

"Do you still dare to compare with Cheng? From seven channels to eight channels a year, breaking our record for thousands of years. Cheng is a genius that is difficult to see for thousands of years. Cheng is not a human... he is a god!"

Cheng Jun smiled and slapped him, "Only you play the most." But he was extremely proud.

Everyone burst into laughter immediately, and the atmosphere was extremely warm.

After everyone passed by, Ye Tian heard vaguely, "Brother Jun is no longer inferior to his management. If you want to come to the vacancy of the manager at Jingnvfeng, it is you."

Ye Tian found Room 187, which was a small wooden villa with a stone-carved fountain. There was a prohibition in front of the door. It was composed of purple runes. He took out the Vandao token and inserted it into the prohibition, just like a key inserted into a keyhole. When the text turned, the prohibition was opened. Ye Tian found that a line of countdown numbers appeared in Fandao Ling. Stepping into the house, the furnishings were quaint. The most conspicuous was the stone fountain in the middle, which was shaped like a bowl with a diameter of one meter and the bottom of the bowl was Four small white cranes carved in stone are supported in all directions.

Ye Tian approached and saw smoke flowing along the edge of the bowl. The energy was pure. He had never seen it before. Ye Tian knew that this was the energy of the Fan Dao Vein. As expected, the fountain was also engraved with three words: Fan Dao Chi .

Ye Tian sat cross-legged, absorbing the air in the air, the air was slowly inhaled from the nose orifices. From inside, I could see the air lingering on the gossip priest. After a few minutes, Ye Tian found that the air was actually in the air. Can't penetrate in, can't be absorbed by Heavenly Heart.

Ye Tianru was struck by a thunderbolt, and Heavenly Heart was unable to absorb the mortal energy, which meant that he could not cultivate, and his cultivation was stagnant, which meant that he had lost the ability to survive in this world of tigers and wolves, suppressed by people like ants, and faced death threats at any time. .

Ye Tian was anxious, trying to forcibly absorb the mortal qi, and suddenly felt the pain of the heart, like sneezing steam spraying on the skin, at the same time, there are countless small blades in the meridians cutting, if you don't stop, The meridians have to be discarded first.

Ye Tian hurriedly dissipated the mortal energy inside his body, his brows were deep frowning, and I was so useless? Maybe I am the only cultivator in the upper realm who can't absorb the mortal energy. A Baizi can't survive at all, and no one is rare in the school. I have thousands of tactics, which are of no use here. I cannot absorb the mortal energy, which is equivalent to sentenced me to death, and I will be completely trapped here.

There was a trace of panic in Ye Tian's heart, he could almost imagine his future life, without the slightest dignity and power, this kind of thing fell on the cultivator, it was equivalent to the sky collapsed.

Ye Tian thought hard, what's the problem? The only difference between me and others is the gossip priest. Thinking of this, Ye Tian's spirit shook slightly. It has eight ranks, and each level of Heavenly Heart and Universe Heart can absorb eight.

Is it necessary to get all the seventy-two hearts from the eight picks?

When Ye Tian was in the Lower Realm, he only absorbed six Heavenly Hearts, a total of fifty-four, but no effect was seen. Later, Ye Tian was so busy that he gradually ignored it.

This is just a guess. If it comes true, it will be troublesome. Doesn't it mean that Ye Tian has to gather seventy-two Universe Hearts to absorb Immortal Dao Qi?

Ye Tian felt that his headache was about to explode, and his heart fell straight down. He shook his body as he stood up. It can be seen that this incident has hit him hard, and he cursed, "God, you let me go to the upper realm. Is it a torture?" But after thinking about it, it shouldn't be so difficult, and there will be a glimmer of life.

So I didn't waste time here, left Fan Daofeng in a muddle-headed manner, went back to the mansion, and first checked the transaction-related matters in the martial art, and figured out a way to get the heavenly heart.

There was a special trading field in the door called Guangshang Peak, but Ye Tian was greatly disappointed, there was no Heavenly Heart Trading there, after all, the level was too low. But there is another place, outside the Liuhua Ancient Wind Gate, between the Mocai Gate and the Liuhua Ancient Wind Gate, it is a scattered market, which is called a "ghost market" because there are always some weird trading items appearing in it.

But one thing is that the "ghost market" is created by people in the magic way, and there has always been no balance between good and evil.

Ye Tian's eyes suddenly became firm, "No matter what the devil's way, he must go through this ghost market. If I can't cultivate, I might as well die."