Chen Fan fell to the ground and twitched for a long time. The blood flowing out of his eyes flowed all over the ground. Chen Fan's twitching body did not subside for a long time.
Heavenly Dao did not attack Chen Fan. Just like the sun, when someone peeks at him, even though he does not attack, the peepers cannot bear it.
Chen Fan was too weak. He was so weak that he peeked at the way of heaven. He acted like a suicide and fell to the ground. Chen Fan's body twitched for a long time. This was much more painful than Chen Fan expected.
In the divine sea, the palace collapsed directly! At the moment, it is slowly reuniting...
After lying on the ground for more than an hour, Chen Fan felt that his strength gradually returned to his body. His blind eyes gradually regained his vision. Chen Fan coughed up a mouthful of blood and trembled all over. It was terrible.
At this moment of peeping, Chen Fan only felt a vast whiteness filling the space between heaven and earth, and nothing else was left.
The next moment, everything collapsed. This feeling of collapse made Chen Fan tremble for a long time and almost wanted to kneel down. Even a true generation of real people is insignificant and vulnerable under the law of heaven.
Chen Fan sat cross-legged on the bed. After about an hour, Chen Fan's feeling of collapse gradually subsided. Chen Fan opened his eyes, and everything in front of him shook slightly for a moment before condensing.
"Is this what it feels like to peek at the way of heaven?" Chen Fan was trembling with fear. Who can bear this?
After only peeping once, Chen Fan was so frightened that he was almost unwilling to try this kind of pain a second time. However, the benefits were immediately revealed.
The broken shrine is being repaired, and the spiritual power is condensed again. This time, the spiritual power condensed has more than doubled, and the spiritual power has also doubled all of a sudden!
Just peeking once and getting such huge benefits!
Chen Fan was secretly shocked, "No wonder the old monk used his mental power to collide with me. I am a whole level higher than him. Even with ten times the mental power, I was still defeated by one blow. This mental power is so repeated.
Under the tempering of others, after a thousand years, it will reach an incredible height!"
Chen Fan murmured, and suddenly understood what the old monk said in the previous life. The latter came to enlighten him, but it was a pity that Chen Fan did not listen.
Chen Fan shook his head and fell into deep thought.
Chen Fan only tried this method of peeping into heaven once, and then stopped. It wasn't that he didn't dare, but it was too terrifying to be tortured like this. Even the palace hadn't been repaired yet. If he kept peeping, he would end up with only one outcome, either death or complete madness.
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....
And at this moment, next door, several female cultivators opened their eyes as if they were aware of it. The two women asked in astonishment, "Sister, was someone peeking at the way of heaven just now?"
"Isn't it possible?" the woman on the side said, opening her red lips, "Peering into the way of heaven? Are you kidding me, committing suicide? From the first day we stepped into the path of cultivation, our master taught us that we must be cautious about the way of heaven.
Have a sense of awe.”
"The way of heaven? How can the way of heaven be spied on?"
Seven days later, Chen Fan stayed in the house without leaving the house. These people didn't care about the reclusive man next door. After resting for seven days, Chen Fan's shrine had gathered together again, but this time, Chen Fan's
The spiritual power and the shrine became terrifyingly solid again.
Chen Fan exhaled with difficulty and prepared to take another peek!
Chen Fan slowly raised his head, his eyebrows and his heavenly eyes opened again, endless spiritual power surged out of his eyebrows, fully doubling his mental power, and he looked directly at the sky!
This time, it was exactly the same, only a scream was heard. The moment he just peeked, Chen Fan's mental power collapsed. Chen Fan screamed. Even though he was fully prepared this time, Chen Fan still fell down directly.
When he fell down, blood flowed from his eyebrows!
Chen Fan screamed in agony. This time, he was so painful that he passed out! He was blind again in his eyes!
Mental power collapsed, and the palace collapsed!
It's incredible.
Nine days later, the auction was held as scheduled, and the venue was in this abandoned old site. Chen Fan packed some things. The moment he went out, Chen Fan's body trembled a little, and he even subconsciously held the door...
It's so terrible, that feeling.
It was like purgatory. I don’t know how much perseverance a person needs to persevere until the end. With a pale face, Chen Fan left the inn.
On a barren mountain, this place has been abandoned for countless years. There are overgrown grasses on both sides of the stone steps. The stone tablet at the mountain gate has collapsed and has numerous cracks. Countless people have walked by one side, but no one has asked.
On the top of the mountain, countless monks from outside poured into this place. Chen Fan stood at the foot of the mountain, exhaled a long breath, raised his head, and glanced at the sky.
After thinking for a while, Chen Fan stepped up and climbed the mountain. In the old site of the abandoned mountain, the auction house had been set up, but Chen Fan was not here for this.
Chen Fan walked straight to the side and said to a man, "Sell something."
This man was wearing a black uniform, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly. There were many such people on this side, and these were all personnel assigned here in the previous life.
The man raised his head and glanced at Chen Fan. From Chen Fan's body, he actually dared not see through Chen Fan's aura.
"Come with me." After pondering for a while, he could only say this.
He walked away and followed this man, walking around the old site and finally came to a side hall. Most of the main hall here had been broken and collapsed, but this place had been tidied up.
As soon as we arrived here, there was a man sitting in the main hall. Seeing Chen Fan arrive, this man raised his finger to let the others out. He stretched out his hand and said, "Sir, what are you planning to sell?"
"We accept everything here."
As he spoke, he looked Chen Fan up and down. For those who run an underground auction house like this, it is more important to understand the seller than what is being sold.
This was a master, a master at the peak of the Nine Innate Realms. His eyes fell on Chen Fan, making Chen Fan's whole body feel like a sharp edge was on his back.
But Chen Fantai was operating in the last chapter, and his face remained calm. After a moment, it was this man's turn to be confused. He couldn't see any clues from Chen Fan's body, and his expression suddenly became serious.
stand up.
"A skill book." Chen Fan said in a hoarse voice, deliberately using an old voice, and then flicked his finger, and the skill book fell on the table.
The latter pondered for a moment, a look of disapproval flashed across his face, and he looked through it. There were high and low techniques, and not all of them were valuable.
Below the spiritual level, there is still value in the mortal world, but in this human world, the value is no longer high, and it is not worthy of auction. If you go to any market, you can collect it casually if you live in the market.
But since Chen Fan can take it out, it cannot be of this level. However, in the spiritual level, most of them are only low-level spiritual level, which is not valuable.
But this man just opened his eyes, sat up straight, and even took a breath of air, "High-grade spiritual level!"
This kind of move is quite generous.
In the world of gods and humans, most top-level monks only practice this kind of top-level spiritual skills. Mysterious level? Basically none!
This kind of Xuan-level technique can only be found outside Tianmen, on the Northern Tribulation Star. Therefore, the spiritual-level top-grade book Chen Fan has in hand is already extremely high!
The man in the upper body secretly took a breath of air, flipped through the book of exercises, and looked at it repeatedly. Chen Fan crossed his hands and looked at him calmly.
An aura suddenly burst out from this man's body, but it was suppressed immediately.
Chen Fan sneered in his heart.
The man raised his head, glanced at Chen Fan up and down, rubbed the Zimu Control Mystic Book with his palm, and breathed hotly, "This is indeed a treasure, but I don't know what price you want, sir?"
"Barter." Chen Fan said directly, holding up three fingers, "Thirty Golden Yang Pills!"
"What?" The man took a breath of air, and his face changed color, "Sir, don't be kidding me, this book of child and mother control is indeed extremely expensive, but it is impossible to sell thirty Jinyang Pills.
"
"First of all, thirty coins are enough to wipe out a Tianzong's entire savings for a year. It's not worth buying this."
"In addition, Jinyang Pill is also a scarce material. It has a price but no market. Who would sell it?"
"The most important thing is that although your high-level spiritual skills are precious, they are worthless. In Tianzong, everyone has a copy of this kind of skills. Who are you going to sell it to? It is meaningless for anyone to buy this. So, there is no such thing
Only those who are good at Qigong will buy it.”
"You can't afford that kind of small business."
The man crossed his legs and held the exercise book with one hand, as if unwilling to let go. He raised a finger and shook it, "Ten pieces."