Mo Chuan looked at the skull mark flashing on his arm and was confused.
Although there was a strange movement in the skull mark, he did not think that his position was exposed and was found by Shi Zhixin.
After all, the ice cube pendant can even freeze the breath of the Immortal Lord's divine consciousness brand, so there is no way it can't do anything about the skull mark.
The breath of the skull mark is now frozen to death, and Shi Zhixin cannot find his own existence through the skull mark.
Mo Chuan's guess was more inclined to... Shi Zhixin was nearby, so the skull mark was induced, which was a disguised wake-up call for him.
"Sure enough, did the mistake made when ascending to the immortal world attract Shi Zhixin's attention?" He sighed softly and whispered in his heart.
When he ascended to the fairy world, he was unfortunately hit by the light emitted by the world-protecting killing array, leaving a big hole in his chest and even the ice pendant was shattered.
So at that time, the aura of the skull mark was briefly thawed.
It wasn't until he used the secret method of freezing breath and re-condensed an ice pendant that the breath of the skull mark was frozen again.
Mo Chuan guessed that when the breath of the skull mark was briefly thawed, it was sensed by Shi Zhixin for a few seconds!
Although the sensing time is very short, Shi Zhixin cannot determine his specific location, but it can let Shi Zhixin know his approximate location - the Fourth Ring Sea!
Shi Zhixin is certain...he, Mo Chuan, has arrived in the Immortal Realm!
"The situation is getting worse."
Mo Chuan's heart sank. Although Shi Zhixin was only conducting a large-scale search in the Fourth Ring Sea, he didn't know his specific location.
But if this continues, he will risk being exposed sooner or later.
"It's An Jia's living sacrifice and Shi Zhixin's search. It makes me like a sewer rat, hiding and worrying all day long!"
Mo Chuan's heart sank, and while sighing, he clenched his fists tightly, feeling unwilling to do so.
He is a dragon, a dragon!
Dragons should fly across the nine heavens and gallop across the four seas!
How can you be so humiliated and embarrassed?!
Mo Chuan's face was gloomy and he was silent for a long time. In the end, all the humiliation turned into a sigh in his heart: "In the final analysis, my strength is still insufficient."
There was nothing to say. Now that he understood his own shortcomings, he quickly calmed down his emotions, his mind was unprecedentedly clear, and he devoted himself to the cultivation of the physical body again.
He once again activated the Infinite Fire, burned his body in his body, ran the "Thousands of Temperings" to temper his body, and at the same time absorbed the fairy spiritual energy from the 100 fairy crystals in his Dantian.
As expected, his physical body defies heaven and has no restrictions on cultivation.
Not long after, a clear roar sounded within the body, and the physical body ushered in a breakthrough, greatly enhancing the physical body's strength.
"Just now, the physical body did not break through to the level of true immortal, but broke through to... the realm of one hundred and one shackles!"
Mo Chuan was shocked and confused. The roar inside his body just now was the sound of the one hundred and first shackles breaking.
Could it be said that obtaining the Flying Immortal Mark not only allows one to cross one more fairy bridge in Qi cultivation, but also breaks one more shackle in physical cultivation?
Even, in the future, his spiritual consciousness cultivation will be able to transform one more time, reaching the 101st transformation?
Mo Chuan made some guesses and then regained his composure. His heart felt calm and he continued to temper his body so that it could run towards the realm of true immortals!
…
Anjia’s backyard is a forbidden area.
A huge stone pool was dug out above the ground. The stone pool was filled with bright red liquid, which was very thick and emitted a pungent smell of blood.
Next to the stone pool, there is an altar. The altar is engraved with complicated patterns, which makes people feel dazzled.
A handsome young man was sitting cross-legged in the stone pool, reciting secrets and absorbing the bright red liquid that filled the pool.
The handsome young man is none other than An Xingwen.
These bright red liquids are the embodiment of the vitality of those who sacrificed themselves this month. They were extracted by the formation on the altar and poured into the stone pool.
An Xingwen suddenly sighed, looked at the altar, and said to himself:
"What a pity. Although Anjia spent a lot of money to get this set of formations that draw life force from the hands of a formation master in the Third Ring Sea."
"But its extraction rate of monks' vitality is still too low, only three percent."
"Every time a monk is sacrificed alive, 97% of his vitality will be wasted. The efficiency is too low..."
But An Xingwen also knows that the extraction rate of 3% is actually really good.
As far as he knew, the best formation to extract vitality in the Immortal Realm had an extraction rate of only 5%.
It can only be said that things like vitality are too mysterious and elusive, and cannot be easily grasped by monks.
call out!
At this moment, a talisman flew into the forbidden area and landed on An Xingwen's hand.
"Ancestor called me for something?!"
He checked the talisman, then his face changed slightly, and he quickly jumped out of the bloody stone pool and left the forbidden area.
Soon, he came to An's living room, and then he saw a scene that shocked him!!!