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Feeling his whole body swelling, Wang Fan's heart sank.
If this continues, no matter how crazy he burns his essence and blood, it will probably be to no avail, and his body will still be burst in the end.
Just when he was almost in despair, suddenly, the mixed pattern mark that had been living in his dantian suddenly moved.
The mixed pattern Dao marks were like a wild beast that had been awakened, suddenly scurrying around in the dantian.
Under the movement of the mixed traces, the extremely violent spiritual energy seemed to have been condensed countless times, and was compressed several times in an instant.
At the same time, his Dantian, which was filled with spiritual energy, became empty again.
Wang Fan felt this scene and immediately felt like he had escaped from a desperate situation.
He couldn't help but secretly curse himself, how could he forget such a crucial thing as the mixed pattern Dao mark?
But it's no wonder he was there. The situation was so urgent at the time. He was just thinking about how to absorb and refine the spiritual energy, and didn't think about anything else at all.
Just when Wang Fan wanted to control the Mixed Pattern Dao Mark to condense the spiritual energy that filled his body, the Mixed Pattern Dao Mark seemed to know his thoughts, and rushed out of his Dantian and swept through his body.
Under this sweep, the spiritual energy that filled every part of his body seemed to have been condensed countless times in an instant, and was all compressed to the extreme.
Wang Fan was ecstatic in his heart. He no longer cared about this, but once again devoted all his attention to cultivation.
Middle stage of the sixth level of Zunjing
The peak of the sixth level of Zunjing
Seventh level of respect
Swept by this violent spiritual energy, Wang Fan broke through the barrier of the seventh level of the Supreme Realm without any effort at all.
In the face of such violent spiritual energy, that barrier was like a fragile piece of paper, easily defeated.
When his cultivation reached the seventh level of the Supreme Realm, Wang Fan's Dantian was once again expanded countless times as a powerful feeling came over him.
Not only does he absorb spiritual energy faster, but the amount of spiritual energy his Dantian can hold is also larger.
Wang Fan soon immersed himself in cultivation again and completely forgot about everything.
With the mixed pattern Dao marks helping him condense his spiritual energy, at this time, he no longer worried about exploding his body.
Even in the end, he felt that the speed of spiritual energy pouring into his body could not keep up with the speed of him absorbing the refined spiritual energy.
Wang Fan, who has been practicing for many years and has already fallen into deep cultivation, has not noticed at all that under his crazy cultivation, the five complete top-grade spiritual veins have all shrunk by one-third.
At the same time, Wang Fan did not know that nearly a hundred figures appeared outside in the swamp.
These nearly a hundred people are all talented disciples from the eight major sects who have entered the True Hong Space.
At least sixty or seventy of them have reached the eighth level of the Exalted Realm. There are only a few twenty or thirty people who are still at the seventh level of the Exalted Realm. As for the sixth level of the Exalted Realm, there is none.
The leader of the group has reached the ninth level of Zun Realm.
Obviously, these people have received many opportunities in the Zhenhong Space, which has led to a crazy increase in their cultivation.
You must know that when we first entered the True Hong Space, there was not a single monk on the ninth level of the Sovereign Realm, and even if it was the eighth level of the Sovereign Realm, it would never exceed half of it.
But now, if you randomly pull out a hundred people, there will be sixty or seventy people who have reached the eighth level of Zun Realm. From this, you can imagine how incredible the opportunities in this True Hong Space are.
If only one or two people improve their cultivation so quickly, that's fine. But if so many people improve so fast, it's different.
The True Hong Space is indeed one of the most heaven-defying secret realms in the low-level realms.
The leader is a ninth-level young man with silver hair and purple clothes. He has a handsome appearance and looks very free and easy.
There was also a hint of a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, which gave people both a sense of intimacy and a sense of danger. It was very strange and contradictory.
He is Xiang Aochen, a genius disciple of Jiyun Tao, and he is also the number one among the twelve geniuses of Jiyun Tao who entered the True Hong Space this time.
Of course, this number one was only when he first entered the True Hong Space. As for whether he is still number one now, no one knows.
Xiang Aochen had received news from outside two years ago and came here to strangle Wang Fan.
But because he was practicing in seclusion in a secret place at that time, and because he didn't have much confidence in dealing with Wang Fan, he didn't come over at the first time.
After he came out of seclusion, even though his cultivation had reached the ninth level of the Supreme Realm, he still did not dare to come alone to look for Wang Fan. Instead, he chose to contact the geniuses of the eight major sects.
It's just that Zhenhong's space is too big. Even though he spent half a year in contact, he only gathered nearly a hundred people.
"Brother Xiang, is that Wang Fan hiding here? Where is he now? Let's go over and kill him now!"
After the group of people stood still, a dark-faced young man behind Xiang Aochen said with a fierce expression.
This dark-faced young man is Xue Wuhen, a genius from the Yijian Sect. His cultivation is at the peak of the eighth level of the Supreme Realm, and he is one step away from reaching the ninth level of the Supreme Realm.
He had already known about Wang Fan's destruction of the Yijian Sect's main peak, so he was extremely resentful of Wang Fan.
"He's at the bottom of this swamp." Xiang Aochen smiled faintly and pointed to the swamp ahead.
But when he was talking, there was a cold murderous intent in his eyes.
Obviously, he was not interested in Wang Fan, who came out of nowhere from a low-level domain and quickly became a man of the hour, and the eight major sects were unable to do anything about him.
"Wow..."
As soon as Xiang Aochen finished speaking, and before Xue Wuhen had time to ask again, suddenly, the swamp started rolling crazily.
Immediately afterwards, a black monster like a crocodile rolled out with its huge mouth covered with fangs open.
This black monster was exactly the one that Mango had plotted before, but it was not poisoned to death.
"attack!"
Xiang Aochen looked at the black monster and didn't show much surprise. While shouting the word "attack", he already grabbed a huge bronze gear and blasted towards the black monster.
The bronze gears struck the black monster with a violent banging sound, but it only caused the black monster to retreat a little and did not cause much substantial damage.
Obviously, this black monster is not simple.
It is conceivable that if Namange hadn't used the 'poisonous man' sign to poison the black monster, and his sword blasted out, it would have been impossible for him to retreat.
Xiang Aochen saw that his attack had no effect on the black monster at all, and his face couldn't help but change slightly. Immediately after the second attack was launched, he roared again, "Let's do it together!"
This time, the nearly 100 monks all reacted, and they simultaneously used their weapons and magic weapons to attack the black monster crazily.
The spiritual energy in the sky exploded in mid-air, and the powerful storm tore through the air, violently agitating the black monster.
In the midst of a rumbling sound, no matter how powerful the black demonic beast was, it couldn't help but retreated continuously, with countless black blood splattering on its body.
Its body swayed crazily, and while its huge mouth roared continuously, black poisonous gas that looked like sharp arrows also shot out crazily.
Tsk tsk tsk tsk.
In just a few breaths, several monks who were unable to dodge were caught by the black poisonous arrows and instantly fell to the ground without breathing.