Lang Xing's nose twitched slightly. As an old alchemist, this was the first time he had come into contact with the immortal pill. His face changed, and then he asked interestingly: "Where does the immortal pill come from? Is there a pill recipe?"
Fan Tong took two steps quickly, walked side by side with Lang Xing, and said anxiously: "Ancestors come, you really don't show off the rabbits! There is no pill recipe, but you can give you a copy of the alchemy letter from your ancestors. One minute every night, the medicinal power of the elixir will be wasted. Please continue to be in front and take me a while!"
He instantly weighed the pros and cons in his heart. It was not a bad thing for him to be able to enter the Fengming Sect and have a foundation for understanding each other. After all, Fan Tong is a down-and-out family child, and it seems that he can squeeze out some other things.
Looking back at Sanqian, her little eyes showed a little treasure-sick look. Fan Tong's slightly plump body was no longer greasy in her eyes, but turned into piles of large spiritual crystals.
This business can be done, Lang Xing suddenly made efforts!
Most of the Jindan cultivators were shocked to find that after a fat man with a first-level Jindan cultivation took out the fairy pill commonly used by Sanxian, the ordinary and handsome young man around the fat man shouted in a low voice and actually walked as fast as flying!
A monk who was unwilling to accept the situation accelerated. Before he could take a few steps, he breathed in a mess and was invaded by Fengming's spiritual fire, causing burning pain in his lungs, but was surpassed by other monks.
Feng Jiu, who saw this scene from afar, chuckled, "This little fat man is the youngest son of the Fan family. Although his cultivation is unsightly, he is still a little clever. He can use Feng Ming Linghuo to eliminate the power of medicine and quickly improve his cultivation. It is equivalent to having a good immortal who constantly helps him suppress the power of medicine. If it weren't for the spiritual fire formation, he would be exploding by the power of medicine."
Xue Xiao shook his head disapprovingly: "In the path of practicing Taoism, these little clevernesses are often not allowed. Even if he can refine all these medicines, there is basically no hope of advancing by relying on himself in this life."
"After all, the Fan family is a family of cultivators who practice the way of human immortality. The City God of Beiban City will not let go of the sesame size. The various sects in the northern Qin State cannot say anything due to the righteousness. However, if you put this person in the sect, you will be a good chess piece to take the opportunity to attack in the future. Even if you cannot use the name of the sect, you will be good to support this little guy and give the City God of Beiban City."
"He may have thought of this level and wanted to join our Fengming Sect by burning his boats. Thinking about it like this, it is hard to say whether he is smart or wise."
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Unlike Feng Jiu, who was an old "thousand-layer cake", Fan Tong was enjoying the surprised gaze of others at this time. Before his family declined, he had never been the focus of so many Golden Pill monks. He wanted to tighten his mind with some reserve, but the smile at the corner of his mouth still overflowed uncontrollably.
"When I join the Fengming Sect and marry my fiancée, who dares to bully me!"
Lang Xing was in front of him and heard his own words. A bad premonition lingered in his heart. Generally, those who use this kind of speech will inevitably come true. Lang Xing instinctively felt that Fan Tong's fiancée would not marry particularly smoothly.
To eliminate distracting thoughts in his heart, Lang Xing also felt a huge pressure at this time. It is several times more difficult to avoid spiritual fire without using his own demonic energy and relying solely on his physical strength than to avoid spiritual fire through body protection covers, magic weapons, monsters and other means.
After more than twenty people, Lang Xing's speed began to slow down, but he could already see the platform mentioned by Fan Tong from afar. Only monks who climbed to the first level of the platform had the basic qualification to enter the Fengming Sect.
Jiang Tu and others stopped on the platform for a moment and entered the sea of ​​fire at a higher level. Several high-level golden elixirs first meditated on the platform to regulate their breathing, but did not set off immediately.
Later, the three people led by Lang's behavior had already left most of the other monks behind!
After stepping onto the stone steps, he felt that this test was inexplicably familiar. When he saw the stone tablet on the platform now, although he couldn't see the contents on the stone tablet clearly, but—
I've seen this routine!
Whether in the inheritance space or on the inheritance peak in the sea of ​​consciousness, the test is this form!
If you guess correctly, there must be some benefits on the first platform, and the biggest possibility is the flow of martial arts.
The inherited mountain in the sea of ​​consciousness is related to the ancient demon court. The legend of "Fengming Qishan" has been passed down to this day. Why is the test of the immortal sect of the Fengming School so similar to the test of the inherited demon court?
Questions filled my mind, and the resistance on Lang Xing was getting bigger and bigger. After Fan Tong refined the Immortal Pill, his cultivation level had already broken through to the intermediate level of golden elixir. He was extremely happy. Seeing that the platform was right in front of him, he begged in a low voice:
"Young man! It's coming soon!"
Damn, Lang Xing almost couldn't breathe a sigh of relief when he heard this. He coughed violently and looked at Lang Xing with concern. Lang Xing was not able to explain the ambiguity that Fan Tong's words could easily cause, so he could only wave his hand to signal them to be quiet.
The third level of the Heavenly Demon Body Forging Technique emerged from the sea of ​​consciousness. The original wolf soul was restless. The first level was to refine the skin, flesh, muscles, bones, and internal organs. The third level was to simply refine the flesh and blood, and start to practice the flesh and soul, and finally achieve the state of unity of flesh and soul when it was completed!
When the fellow practitioners of the flesh spirit have reached a small success, they can better drive the power of the Dharma image with the power of flesh and blood, and directly fight against various magical powers from the spiritual level with pure physical strength. Among the simple body refiners, they already have the ability to fight against the scattered immortals and can maintain their bodies in the immortal-level spiritual realm without being affected!
Flesh and blood against the gods!
Lang Xing began to use the Tiande Body Forging Technique at this time. The original Dharma image rushed out of the sea of ​​consciousness and moved around the demon body. The rich Dharma image power was like a magic pill, constantly urging new power to generate deep in the demon body.
It seems that when you first start to refine your body, you must learn to master the power of the wind and walk with the wind. The fellow practitioners of the flesh spirit pay attention to the power of the demon body and use the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth. It is not similar to magical magic. The demon energy needs to operate in the body according to a special route, and then communicate with the spiritual energy of the outside world. Instead, they directly use the demon body to activate the spiritual energy of the outside world, which is more efficient.
Although the range of spiritual energy that can be affected is limited, when the Original Method rushed out of the sea of ​​consciousness, Lang Xing felt that the constraints that had been shrouded on him had been untied, and the blue veins on his forehead and neck suddenly rose up, thick and powerful as an earthworm bent. If it was deep inside the blood vessels, you could also see phantoms like blood nematodes swimming back and forth.
Lang Xing raised his foot, and under the envious eyes of everyone behind him, he lowered his head and rushed violently, avoiding a few floating Fengming Spiritual Fires from time to time. He could not avoid it, and directly protected his arms in front of him and passed through!
Sanqian and Fan Tong followed closely behind, and an invisible force dispelled the pressure from the small area behind Lang Xing, and blood filled his eyes. After dozens of breaths, Lang Xing let out a heavy breath.
He finally stood on the first platform, Sanqian stuck out his tongue and spread his breath. Fan Tong lays on the ground, like a dead dog, muttering in his mouth that I can finally get married...
A stone tablet stands deep in the platform, and a short exercise of just a hundred crosses comes into view.
The phoenix fire burns.
Chapter completed!