The spiritual power contained in Fang Chen's eyes continued to flow out, and he began to refine the storage ring left by the Great Elder of Xuanguan Sect in front of everyone.
At this moment, the aura on his body was far beyond the distraction, the fusion of the spirit, and the terrifying spiritual pressure made Du Huiru and others unable to breathe on the spot.
After a few breaths, the storage ring was refined. In addition to the concentrating liquid, there were also some miscellaneous things.
There are medium-grade spirit stones in groups of three or three, various spiritual materials, and a few leftover blood spirit pills.
Obviously, this person plans to save these elixirs until they break through before taking them. After all, it is not beneficial to continue eating them.
"Senior, I just disrespected me. I'm simply blind. Please forgive me!"
The middle-aged man suddenly knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing.
The monks near him were a little confused, and after a few breaths, they knelt on the ground.
The cultivation of the people in front of him is so terrifying that their great elder was killed in an instant with just one move.
Even if the other party is not a combination, he is definitely a legendary monk in the divine stage!
"This person is also a monk of the Blood Spirit Cult. Your elder brother's death is inseparable from him. Do you want to send him on the way?"
Fang Chen looked at Du Huiru.
Du Huiru stared at the middle-aged man with resentment: "From the beginning to the end, you and your father knew my elder brother's whereabouts, but you kept deceiving me."
"Madam, everything is my father's decision. My cultivation is not as good as his. I can only obey my will, but I always don't want it in my heart."
The middle-aged man hurriedly said, "You are now pregnant with my flesh and blood. If I die, will the child lose his father in the future?"
Du Huiru seemed to be moved, her eyes hesitant.
The middle-aged man was overjoyed, but his smile had not yet appeared on his face, but his body was crushed by a force, and a bang turned into blood mist.
The wandering soul of the great elder of Xuanguan Sect stared at all this in a daze. After the middle-aged man died, he found himself a lonely ghost. His father was also in front of him and said with a ferocious face:
"Father, we must avenge this revenge!!!"
Du Huiru was stunned, and the remaining Xuanguan Sect monks were shocked and gasped in their hearts.
One of them was out of the body and the other one was in the Nascent Soul, but they all died on the spot in less than a few breaths!
"As a monk, since he devoted himself to the Blood Spirit Sect, how could he continue to survive?"
Fang Chen said lightly, glanced at Du Huiru: "Their father and son are the masterminds who killed Brother Du Fei. Your hesitation just now is disrespect to your brother."
"I……"
Du Huiru looked a little confused.
Fang Chen shook his head gently. How can this kind of mind and nature be cultivated to the state of Nascent Soul? It can only be said that the opportunity is too good.
"It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. It is best for you to leave here. After all, among these monks, no one can tell which of the blood spirit monks are."
Fang Chen's eyes fell on the group of monks of Xuanguan Sect. When they heard this, they quickly spoke up and claimed that they were not a monk of the Blood Spirit Sect and were afraid that they would be killed on the spot.
Du Huiru was silent for a few breaths, nodded slightly, and then bowed to Fang Chen and left.
The middle-aged man's wandering soul was still trying to attack Fang Chen, but humans and ghosts had different paths, so he could not touch Fang Chen's hair at all.
"Don't waste your energy. There are also experts in my sect who are walking in the dark. Now we have become wandering souls. Let's find the Huangquan Road to reach the underworld first. If we can meet with those experts, there will be a chance."
The great elder of Xuanguan Sect said coldly.
"I want to remember what this person looks like."
The middle-aged man hated Fang Chen to the core, stood in front of Fang Chen and stared at him, trying to imprint his appearance in the depths of his heart.
Until Fang Chen also looked at him, the two of them collided.
"Remember?"
Fang Chen said lightly.
"Can you see me!?"
The middle-aged man retreated repeatedly, his expression full of horror.
The elder of Xuanguan Sect looked stunned and immediately flew to him and stared at Fang Chen.
Fang Chen stomped his feet lightly, and Li Badao, who was neatly dressed, bent and appeared behind him.
"You have met the master!"
A hint of excitement flashed through Li Badao's eyes.
In recent years, he did not see Fang Chen summoning himself, thinking that he had lost his favor, and even tried to help Shangguan find out some information.
Being summoned again today means that his favor is still there!
"Take these two people back and ask."
Fang Chen Dao.
The two wandering souls looked at Li Badao in shock. They obviously felt that this was also a ghost, but unlike them, the aura on each other was faintly creepy!
"yes!"
Without saying a word, Li Badao immediately captured the two of them and retreated back to Huangquan Road.
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Now that the concentration liquid is enough, Zhulong’s essence and blood problem is not big, and there are more than 20,000 medium-grade spirit stones left.
It is enough to enter the Three Thousand Dao Realm forty times, that is, four hundred years.
Everything is ready.
At the Three Thousand Dao Realm, Fang Chen sat cross-legged in the center of the Taoist Palace and began to operate the Three Thousand Dao Dharma Dispersion Chapter.
In front of him, there was a bottle of Candle Dragon Essence and Blood and ten bottles of Concentration Liquid.
A few days later, Fang Chen sucked gently, and a drop of Zhulong's essence and blood and a liang of condensation liquid suddenly flew out of the jade bottle and penetrated into his body.
Time passed day by day, and one day about half a year later, Fang Chen's soul suddenly began to tremble at an overclocking speed.
Immediately afterwards, a phantom appeared on the soul, slowly separated from the body and sat cross-legged not far away.
This phantom looks exactly the same as Fang Chen.
The first spiritual differentiation was successful.
As long as he raises his body, Fang Chen will enter the stage of distraction steadily.
A few years later, the second soul was successfully divided.
Ten years have passed, and the third soul has successfully differentiated.
Twenty years later, the fourth soul was successfully divided.
Fifty years.
Eighty years.
One hundred years.
Near Fang Chen, there were seven figures sitting cross-legged, all of which were carved out in the same mold as him, and there was no difference between him.
The difference is that the earliest successful soul has condensed its body and is sitting cross-legged and practicing.
The seventh soul that just differentiated is still in the process of transforming from virtual to real.
The next eighth soul took a hundred years to successfully divide.
Time passes day by day.
When the middle-grade spirit stone was about to be exhausted, the ninth soul finally successfully divided.
During the entire process, the medium-grade spirit stone was used to open the Three Thousand Dao Realms.
The liquid of concentrating mind has been used up.
There are not a few drops of Zhulong's essence and blood left.
During this period, a top-grade spirit stone was lost.
The spiritual power required to distract the spirit is very terrifying. Although Fang Chen's recovery speed is amazing, if there is no top-grade spirit stone to finish off, the whole process may have to be added for another one or two hundred years!
"It took almost four hundred years to differentiate the nine souls and have the blessing of the top-grade spirit stones..."
Fang Chen gently exhaled a breath of turbid air.
No wonder most monks only choose the souls below the six paths. The time spent just is enough to kill most monks.
If you are out of your body and have a diversion, your life span is only more than 400. If you break the realm, it will take so many years. It is very likely that the soul has not yet been successfully divided, and the deity will have already died of old age.
He roughly estimated that from the past to the present, he had been in the Three Thousand Dao Realm for about six or seven hundred years.
This is his real life span.
Fang Chen quietly felt his current state. When the state was stable, his improvement would not be much compared to the Great Perfection of Out-of-body.
The spiritual power increased by about three to four times.
But... he still has nine distractions.
If combined into one, both spiritual power and soul will be greatly improved.
Before being promoted to fusion, monks in the divine stage can also merge for a short time. At this time, the peak moment of combat effectiveness.