"...Don't scare yourself. That wasn't poison just now, it was just some flour."
After saying that, Ye Yuan used his magic power to push the flour into Dialectical's stomach, and his health immediately improved.
At the same time, Ye Yuan also asked curiously.
"Senior brother, why don't you use magic power?"
Use mana, what a joke!
Dialectical couldn't help but think of the past, when he used his magic power and suffered countless tragic consequences, including but not limited to squatting in the toilet for two hours, sleeping for three days and three nights, and having vomiting and diarrhea all day long. In short, it was a horrible thing to watch.
Thinking of this, Dialectical said angrily.
"I dare not take the medicine you administered."
Is this, are you scared?
Ye Yuan said helplessly.
"Remember, you have to adapt to circumstances outside!"
Dialectical felt very frustrated, and he was actually taught another lesson.
At this moment, he never wanted to see this cunning and treacherous junior brother again.
Well, maybe, I never want to.
The monks in the temple do not celebrate the New Year, so time passes very quickly.
In the blink of an eye, it was the ninth year of Zhenguan.
Just after the Lantern Festival, the fourteen-year-old Dialectical set off alone.
As for why it was so urgent, no one knew.
Anyway, this guy left with a smile, and that smile was quite a bit like surviving a disaster.
Of course, Ye Yuan didn't think so, he just felt that it was reluctance to leave.
After sending Dialectics away, Ye Yuan wrote a notice and posted it outside the door, declining visitors and also closing the temple.
After being suppressed for such a long time, he was about to make a breakthrough.
In order to avoid being disturbed during the retreat, Ye Yuan could only do this.
In the Zen room in the backyard, Ye Yuan released eleven incarnations to protect him without any scruples, plus the little girl. Although the little guy is not strong, he has his own special qualities.
Maybe it can come in handy, just to be prepared!
Ye Yuan took a look at the powerful security team around him and finally felt a little more at ease.
"The retreat begins!"
In fact, he had already adjusted his condition and could make a breakthrough at any time. He was just worried that there would be abnormalities during the breakthrough and would affect the dialectics, so he suppressed it abruptly.
Of course, there was also the reason why he had to make all preparations.
He has not been idle these past few months, and his footprints are all over the Bodhi Temple.
He refined a large number of formation objects. When the formation is activated, it can hide the Bodhi Temple into the void and become invisible, making it impossible for outsiders to pry into it.
The biggest contributor here is the Formless Dharma Body. The invisible and formless magic power greatly makes up for Ye Yuan's lack of formation cultivation.
After a quarter of an hour, the warm-up is completed.
Ye Yuan immediately mobilized all his magic power and overloaded his skills. The originally calm magic power suddenly surged through his body like an endless river, and cracks began to appear in his meridians.
Although it was painful, Ye Yuan gritted his teeth and persevered after thinking about the amazing improvement in strength he might gain after success.
As the skills continued to run, more and more mana was contained in the body, and Ye Yuan suddenly became fatter.
He was fat in the true sense. The surging mana stretched his body up, making him look like a ball of flesh.
It was about to explode.
Ye Yuan did not dare to neglect, and tried his best to compress his magic power, and his body shrunk visibly to the naked eye.
But mana was also being generated continuously, stretching his body in the blink of an eye.
In this way, Ye Yuan's body continued to expand and contract over and over again, never stopping, and the frequency became faster and faster.
Bibi Dong and others had worried looks on their faces.
Suddenly, Ye Yuan's magic power was not compressed in time, and the monk's clothes were immediately stained red with blood. Moreover, more and more wounds appeared on Ye Yuan's body, and more and more blood flowed.
Upon seeing this, Bibi Dong responded calmly and ordered.
"Yuehua, music!"
"yes."
Tang Yuehua immediately summoned Wuhun Fuxiqin and played it gently.
Suddenly, a melodious and soft piano sound sounded, which immediately calmed the violent magic power in Ye Yuan's body, causing his body to slowly shrink.
Seeing this, Bibi Dong continued to give instructions.
"Ah Yin, treat."
Ah Yinsu waved his hand, and a pillar of green energy full of vitality appeared above Ye Yuan's head.
The green energy full of life like flowing water fell, and the scars on Ye Yuan's body quickly disappeared. At the same time, the injuries in his body were also being repaired.
This is the power of directly replenishing the source of life. All injuries can be treated, but the healing effect on the soul is much worse.
In this way, with the help of the two women, Ye Yuan's condition finally stabilized.
Even the speed of violent mana destruction is not as fast as the recovery speed.
Seeing that the situation was getting better and better, everyone smiled.
An hour later, the formless mana was compressed to a critical point, but it was suddenly out of Ye Yuan's control, as if it suddenly had its own consciousness.
The next moment, it condensed into an energy ball and rushed directly towards Ye Yuan's sea of consciousness.
Ye Yuan felt fear in his heart, but he also felt that it was natural.
"I knew...there was something wrong with the technique!"
Ye Yuan watched helplessly as an invisible energy ball hit his soul with an astonishing momentum.
It was not Ye Yuan's style to sit still and wait for death, so he immediately released his seal.
At this moment, the seventh-level peak innate spirit has returned, and the seventh-level peak Taishang Taoism has also returned.
These were Ye Yuan's powers, and when he controlled them, there was no sense of strangeness at all, just like an arm and a finger.
With the superposition of these two powerful forces, Ye Yuan was confident that although it was not as good as the ninth level, it would not be much inferior.
The two forces cooperated sincerely and turned into a golden bell, blocking the energy ball transformed from the phaseless mana, blocking all its momentum.
Ye Yuan's face lit up with joy and he murmured.
"It's almost, it's about to hit, it's about to hit!"
Under Ye Yuan's gaze, the golden bell was intact. Ye Yuan was overjoyed, but on the surface he said it with regret.
"It's a pity that I haven't even used my backup skills yet. It's really rubbish..."
Ye Yuan seemed to hear a "poof" sound, and the golden bell actually disappeared, as if it was suddenly wiped out. He couldn't help but jump to his feet.
"Is it wrong? My big golden bell just disappeared without a sound?"
No matter how unbelievable Ye Yuan was, the energy ball still existed and continued to rush towards Ye Yuan at a high speed, and the speed was getting faster and faster.
"Huh, you are trying to force me to use a trick!"
Ye Yuan did not dare to let this uncontrolled energy hit his soul. He took a deep breath and shouted with a serious face.
"Watch my trick..."
The next moment, Ye Yuan suddenly shouted in panic.
"Sister Dong, save me!"
"boom…"
Ten huge strands of energy rushed directly into Ye Yuan's sea of consciousness and turned into a golden bell again. The extremely solid golden bell blocked Ye Yuan's body.
This time, the golden bell and the energy ball transformed from Wuxiang's mana kept colliding. The two sides refused to give in to each other, and for a while they were evenly matched.
Ye Yuan smiled and said mockingly.
"That's it, little guy. To think of plotting against you and me is just a fool's errand. It's really: a small earthworm can shake a big tree. It's ridiculous."