"Xiao Fangzi, my life is in your hands, bring the jade butterfly with the "Nine Heavens Forging Body Decision" to me for reference, I feel that this exercise has a great relationship with our Qilin clan, don't interrupt my cultivation if there is no major event, I feel that I am going to have a big harvest this time." ”

Xiao Hei couldn't help it for a long time, as the so-called good people don't live long, scourges live for thousands of years, Fang Xun's 'scourge' is by no means a short-lived ghost, instead of guessing in a field that he is not familiar with, it is better to cultivate the truth.

Fang Xun was very touched by Xiao Hei's 100% trust, but he really didn't have a clue about the secret of the Linglong Pagoda, and he didn't know what to do with the blood of the Pagoda.

"What should I do? My cheap master is about to come back. At this moment, Fang Xun thought that there was still a kind of power in his body, so he pasted the Linglong Pagoda on his forehead and moved the Soul Golden Pill in the Sea of Consciousness to the position of his forehead.

The reason why he took this kind of action was entirely because Fang Xun had not been able to completely grasp the Soul Golden Pill, and he could only circulate the Soul Golden Pill in his body, and he could not send it out of his body.

Fang Xun's move to use the Soul Golden Pill did not give much hope, because the role of the Soul Golden Pill was more embodied in the Sea of Consciousness, and within it there was a strange power similar to the power of consciousness but not like the power of consciousness, and the Linglong Pagoda seemed to be just an artifact aimed at the power of space.

But when the Linglong Pagoda and the Soul Golden Pill were connected together through Fang Xun's forehead, the light emitted by the Linglong Pagoda suddenly expanded more than ten times, and the dazzling golden light made Fang Xun have to close his eyes.

When the golden light in front of him dissipated, what appeared in front of Fang Xun was a colorful spatial turbulence, and now the gap formed by these turbulences was just enough to accommodate Fang Xun to hide here, one of the spatial turbulences was more than ten meters long, and it was only less than a slap away from Fang Xun, if this spatial turbulence moved a little more, Fang Xun would be divided into two halves vertically.

Fang Xun's eyes immediately shrank to the size of a pinpoint and had a tendency to fight cross-eyed, the two pupils stared at the spatial turbulence, two golden rays of light shot out from his pupils and went straight to the spatial turbulence in front of him, and the spatial turbulence illuminated by the golden light slowly floated into the distance like catkins blown by the wind.

The movement of this spatial turbulence caused other spatial turbulence to move with it, and the colorful light continued to flicker here, and the irregular movement of these spatial turbulence had to pass through Fang Xun's body several times, Fang Xun was so frightened that he 'danced', trying his best to avoid the approach of each spatial turbulence.

After more than ten minutes of 'hand and dance', the spatial turbulence here finally calmed down, and the nearest spatial turbulence was about ten centimeters away from Fang Xun, compared to the thrill just now, this distance can be called a safe distance.

After making sure that the surrounding spatial turbulence would not be attached to him, Fang Xun finally had time to check the Linglong Pagoda and the matter that had just caused the spatial turbulence to flow from his eyes.

Previously, when the golden light was in full bloom, Fang Xun felt that something had entered his sea of consciousness, but now it doesn't matter if he looks at it, the original pocket version of the Linglong Pagoda has become suspended above the sea of consciousness like a small mountain after reaching his own sea of consciousness, surrounded by clouds of memory, and Fang Xun's soul golden pill is suspended in the center of the Linglong Pagoda.

"What is the origin of this tower?" Although his soul Jin Dan was inside the Linglong Pagoda, Fang Xun still had no clue about the Linglong Pagoda, but he had a bold guess in his heart, if this guess came true, it was not impossible that the golden light that came out of his eyes could make the space flow in a turbulent direction.

After several attempts, Fang Xun was still unable to shoot out the golden light through his eyes again, not even when the spatial turbulence was extremely close to his eyes.

"What should I do now?" After countless attempts and countless failures, Fang Xun habitually asked the sword spirit, in the blood sword space, I am afraid that only the sword spirit knows how to get out of trouble in this situation.

"Master, are you okay, where did the Linglong Pagoda go just now?" Feng Xueqi looked at Fang Xun with great concern, her eyes were full of worry, and she had a great intention of going out with the Blood Sword to find a way out.

"He's fine, he's fine. "The others couldn't see everything that was happening outside the Blood Sword Space, but the Sword Spirit was clear, the Sword Spirit probably saw some clues at the moment, and looked Fang Xun up and down with a little unpleasantness, because just after the golden light flickered, he was no longer able to penetrate Fang Xun's Sea of Consciousness to detect information.

This is not a normal phenomenon, in the past, after the Blood Sword recognized the master, although the sword spirit could not control the Blood Sword itself, but within a certain range, the sword spirit has absolute supervision over the sword master's sea of consciousness, and even does not need the consent of the sword master to enter the sword master's sea of consciousness, but the sword master cannot enter the sword spirit's sea of consciousness in reverse.

There have been dozens of sword masters who have gone through the Blood Sword, not a hundred, but there has never been an exception, but now that an accident has appeared, Fang Xun's sea of consciousness seems to be completely shielded to him.

"Xiao Xueqi, things are very complicated, I'll explain it to you when we leave here. Fang Xun comforted Feng Xueqi, and then set his eyes on the sword spirit, "Now that I can get close to the spatial turbulence, how should I perceive the power of space?"

"You put your hand on the weakest wisp of spatial turbulence you can find, and use the power of your consciousness to perceive the internal structure and direction of the spatial turbulence, and when you feel that you are almost one with that spatial turbulence, you almost feel a little bit of spatial power. "Even though the sword spirit has all kinds of doubts and unhappiness, he still teaches Fang Xun how to perceive the power of space.

"It's that simple?" Fang Xun looked at the sword spirit in disbelief, if it was so simple, he would have been able to comprehend the power of space a long time ago, even if other immortal cultivators did not have such a ups and downs experience of their own, they could encounter spatial turbulence in some dangerous areas or even in the magic circle, so how could it be that only a very small number of people still felt the power of space?

"Simple?" Sword Spirit was amused, "Can you be such a lucky experience for anyone?The premise of self-perception of the power of space is that you have a top-level cultivation method, and your talent must also be very outstanding, most immortal cultivators can find a secret book of cultivating immortals, and the ancestral tomb is smoking, and the talent is even better, and it can hardly meet the requirements of perceiving the power of space." Those who cultivated top-level exercises and were gifted were all nurtured by the sect or elders, and there was no need to risk receiving the power of space. ”