Fang Chen now faces two choices, either to interrupt the opening of the third level of Yanguang Divine Eyes, or to continue to persist.
The former is equivalent to losing 14,000 mid-grade spiritual stones.
The latter... there is a risk of death due to explosion.
Fang Chen quietly felt the limit of his body's endurance and felt that he could continue to hold on for half an hour, so he made a decision in his heart.
After half an hour, if the third level of Yanguang Divine Eye has not been opened, he will choose to give up.
There is no need to pay the price of exploding your body for this.
Time passes minute by minute.
Unknowingly, Fang Chen's body had swelled many times, like an inflated balloon.
The surging and violent spiritual power roamed freely in his body, blood continued to seep out of his pores, and there was no place on his body that was not bright red.
"That's all..."
Fang Chen sighed in his heart, and was about to interrupt this promotion, but he saw that the spiritual power in his body seemed to have found its place, and was continuously focused on his eyes.
In an instant, the load on his physical body was relieved. After the spiritual energy poured into his eyes, it seemed that they had entered another place. Not only did his eyes not feel bulging, but he felt a sense of coolness.
In less than a cup of tea, Fang Chen's body returned to normal, and blood no longer oozed from his body. A steady stream of spiritual power was still flowing in, but it just went elsewhere.
half year later.
The spiritual power phenomenon has disappeared, and Fang Chen feels that his physical body has not changed at all, and his spiritual power is still the same as before taking the medicine, as if the spiritual power at the beginning just regarded his physical body as a bridge.
The only thing that has changed the most is probably his eyes.
His eyes were as gray as before, but as soon as he thought about it, he could feel that there was a very majestic spiritual power hidden in these two seemingly ordinary eyes.
Fang Chen had a thought in his mind and cast several Taoist techniques at will.
What is used is not the spiritual power in the body, but the spiritual power in the eyes.
These two eyes seemed to have become two Dantians, and the spiritual power they contained was thousands of times greater than Fang Chen's own.
"The distractions may not have such spiritual power, and the combined body may not have such spiritual power... In other words, the spiritual power in my eyes may have reached a level comparable to that of Hedao?"
Thinking of this, Fang Chen suddenly waved his hand gently, and saw spiritual power surge from the sky. Under his thoughts, they turned into fierce beasts of various shapes, vividly appearing.
They are all blue dragons, fire phoenixes and unicorns.
With another wave of the hand, these ferocious beasts turned into endless flying swords, hanging upside down in the air. Looking around, there was no end in sight, as if the sky had been filled by these flying swords.
After a day and night of testing.
Fang Chen has determined that he has opened the third level of Yanguang Divine Eyes. Although his cultivation has not increased due to this, his combat power has improved a lot.
If you think of your own spiritual power as a crowbar, how much spiritual power you can pry from the world depends on the strength of your own spiritual power.
After the third level of Yanguang Divine Eyes was opened this time, Fang Chen's own spiritual power did not change, but the spiritual power in his eyes was far stronger than his own.
It's like this crowbar has been completely strengthened.
Any thought he has now can mobilize spiritual power that is hundreds or thousands of times greater than before.
It was as if every spell he performed had been enhanced accordingly.
"The third level of Yanguang Divine Eyes seems to have transformed my eyes. I wonder if the fourth level will be the same."
Fang Chen was thoughtful.
A few days later.
Long Ruo has completed the reception of Xuanri Doujian Palace and takes Fang Chen on his way back to the Long family.
"Why do I feel like you are a little different?"
Long Ruo glanced at Fang Chen and said suddenly.
"What's the difference?"
Fang Chen had a thought in his mind.
Long Ruo stared at Fang Chen for a while. Because Fang Chen did not hide his cultivation, she could clearly see that the state Fang Chen was in was indeed in the late stage of out-of-body experience.
"Your cultivation is out-of-body, but it gives me the feeling that your cultivation is far more than out-of-body, nor is it distraction or integration. It is more like a combination like me."
Long Ruo frowned.
"It's indeed the right way."
Fang Chen thought to himself.
Long Ruo's feeling was not an illusion, he was obviously aware of the spiritual power in his eyes.
This time Yanguang Divine Eye was promoted to the third level. Although his cultivation level has not changed, his eyes have advanced to the Hedao stage. However, they cannot be compared with the real Hedao, but their spiritual power is the same.
He suspected that if the Yanguang Divine Eye was promoted to the fourth realm, it would probably have magical powers comparable to those of the Immortal King or even the Sanxian.
"I heard from Fu Donghai that you went to Duobao Trading Company to buy some spiritual materials? Is this related to this?"
Long Ruo smiled.
"Maybe, I made a pill myself."
Fang Chen smiled lightly.
Long Ruo nodded slightly. If he had swallowed some kind of pill recently, it might cause fluctuations in his cultivation and create an illusion.
"I can also make elixirs. I thought all you sword cultivators spent your time practicing swordsmanship."
Long Ruo smiled.
Suddenly, the fairy boat seemed to hit something and vibrated violently.
Long Ruo's expression darkened. Fu Donghai and other sword cultivators had already come to her side, looking solemnly ahead.
The fairy boat did not hit some bird, but a person.
The man just raised his hand slightly and stopped the fairy boat from making even an inch of progress.
"This is the fairy boat of the Long family. Who dares to block my way to the Long family so boldly?"
Long Ruo looked at the person who came coldly. His cultivation aura was unfathomable. If she guessed correctly, this person was most likely an ascension monk.
It's just that such a monk should be more in awe of the four powerful families. How dare he block the road for no reason?
Fu Donghai looked a little solemn and said in a low voice: "Miss, if there is any danger later, you should leave first and I will stay behind."
"If he comes to my Long family, then I won't be able to leave today. You have to run out to summon us, otherwise everyone will die."
Long Ruo judged the situation in front of him very clearly.
As an ascended Immortal King, no matter how many cards she has, she can't leave unless the other party is willing.
But, what kind of ascendant would not even care about his own life and dare to take action against the direct descendants of the Long family?
In the Land of Prison Wind, there is no revenge that a wealthy family cannot avenge!
"I have no intention of stopping your Long family. The person I'm looking for is him."
The visitor raised his hand slightly and pointed at Fang Chen.
"This is the sword cultivator of my Long family, what do you want from him?"
Long Ruo frowned.
"Of course I should capture him and teach him how to be a swordsman who understands dignity and inferiority."
Zhao Mingxuan walked out of the void, followed closely by Sun Gu and Nangong Yuancheng.
And, more than three hundred sword cultivators!
These sword cultivators stared at the immortal boat in front of them with cold eyes, as if the swords in their hands would be unsheathed as long as the immortal boat made any movement.
"Is it you?"
Long Ruo frowned slightly, breathed a sigh of relief, and then said calmly:
"He is mine, you can catch him if you want? Don't you need my nod to agree?"
Fu Donghai glanced at Fang Chen, and something suddenly dawned on him. He thought that Fang Chen had completely offended Zhao Mingxuan and the other two people at Duobao Trading Company that day, and that was the reason for what happened today.
"Long Ruo, I really don't need your nod of approval today. The sword cultivator I brought here is the Immortal King, a subordinate of my father."
Zhao Mingxuan smiled lightly and said: "If you don't want to suffer physical pain, just keep me here, and then you can go back wherever you want. This matter has nothing to do with you."
"If you do this, you are not afraid of the wrath of our Long family."
Long Ruo said coldly.
"The Long family is furious? For a mere sword cultivator?"
Zhao Mingxuan smiled and shook his head: "You, the Long family, are not so free, and you, Long Ruo, do not have the status to make the Long family listen to your orders."
Long Ruo's face turned ugly.
The other party was right.
The Long family would indeed not have a conflict with Yunlu Cheng, a second-level Sanxian, over a mere sword cultivator.