Some of the cultivators who fell into the mine were burned, some were cut into pieces by the spatial cracks, and some were directly stoned to death.

There were also some lucky people who fell into the spatial rift and were teleported to other places. But whoever survives has benefited a lot.

After entering Feng Lian's body, the spirit flame exuded a pure fire attribute aura, which was absorbed by their spirit crystal. Let the spirit crystal have been transformed, and it is a transformation in a good direction.

Increases the capacity of the spirit crystal and the ability to purify the aura, and makes the aura convert into spiritual power with fire attributes. It can be said that it has received great benefits.

Feng Lian also fell into the gap in the space and fell into a turquoise space.

The spiritual flame in the body should be exhausted, and it will no longer torture Feng Lian.

Feng Lian wanted to expel it from his body, and such a thing remained in his body, and he felt desperate when he thought about it. But now he is also powerless, unable to move.

He wanted to see what part of his body Lingyan was hiding right now. His heart moved, and Feng Lian was surprised that he could actually look inward!

Feng Lian was overjoyed and immediately inspected his body. He saw that his flesh was yellowing and white, and it was probably because of this that his body was petrified. The bones were also yellowish and whitish, with many dark black spots, like rusty steel. When the muscles and veins are severely blocked, the heartbeat increases to keep every part of the body functioning normally.

He naturally knew that this was an action that accelerated the consumption of his life force. On closer inspection, it was found that the muscles and veins were blocked by various medicinal materials that had not been refined or absorbed. He was amazed at how many herbs he had taken over the years.

Lingyan turned back into a flame flower, the size of a thumb, as if it grew on the tip of his heart. Feeling the approach of Feng Lian's consciousness, it immediately woke up and emitted a divine consciousness that threatened Feng Lian.

Feng Lian, who thought that his soul power was powerful, suddenly had a splitting headache, and his eyes seemed to be squeezed out of his sockets by that soul thought, and his whole body was swollen and painful.

Suddenly, a thin line of pure black shot out from his sea of consciousness, shooting towards Lingyan.

The black thread suddenly became soft the moment it approached Lingyan, entangling Lingyan. The more Lingyan struggled and wrapped tightly, the lighter the color of its body became.

I don't know how long it took for Ling Yan to be suppressed to the size of a soybean, almost transparent, before he stopped struggling. Then there was a scene that made Feng Lian crazy for a long time.

The black line forcibly pulled Ling Yan into the incorruptible dantian, and said to Ling Yan with his divine sense: "Be an honest spirit crystal, and when this kid has the spirit world, he will return your freedom." ”

Ling Yan replied with his divine sense, "Dream on you." ”

As soon as the black line tightened, Ling Yan was in pain, and his soul let out a groan.

Feng Lian, who was lying on the cyan ground, stood up abruptly and repeated the conversation between the black line and Lingyan to the air. As he spoke, he made a tightening motion, then groaned again.

Lingyan said again: "Help you find other clones, take you as the main body, and let you fuse." ”

Lingyan: "Dream!"

The black line tightened again, and Ling Yan groaned again.

Then Feng Lian repeated the action again, only more intensely.

......

Feng Lian can't remember how many times he repeated what he said, and how many times he repeated the same action. In short, every time I think of this scene, I have the urge to vomit blood.

Until they reached an agreement, Feng Lian had collapsed, lying sideways like a dead dog.

The final agreement between the two was that Lingyan would become a spirit crystal of Fenglian. Within a hundred years of possessing the Spirit Realm, Feng Lian must help Ling Yan find the temple, return Ling Yan to freedom, and help him obtain a treasure called the Chaos Spirit Ring hidden in the temple, and then write it off.

Feng Lian didn't know anything about the "Spirit Realm", "Temple", "Chaos Spirit Ring", etc., which they mentioned, so he passively accepted their arrangements.

Although from this point on, he can become a cultivator and start cultivating, but Feng Lian is still very unhappy. Especially Lingyan, this thing in his body, made him very insecure.

Although the black line showed him kindness, it was not something he knew, just as dangerous. Feng Lian knew that there was a spell that would be taken away, and he didn't want to be someone else's furnace.

But no matter how much he thinks, it doesn't mean anything to him now, and he has no right to refuse or make other choices.

Lying on the ground, the Feng Lian Mind Method operated on its own, and the recovery speed of the body was several times higher than in the past, and in less than half a day, he was already full of energy.

The first thing he did when he recovered was to look for the black line, and soon saw that it was floating above the sea of his own knowledge, only the size of a sesame dot. Feng Lian's Zhihai is the size of a wooden basin, so no matter how small it is, Feng Lian is easy to find.

Feng Lian saw it, but he couldn't get close to it, no matter how fast Feng Lian's consciousness ran and how fast, the distance between it and Feng Lian was eternal and unchanging.

Feng Lian tried to communicate with it, but he didn't respond at all. Feng Lian simply calmed down and took a good look at his knowledge.

Feng Lian looked inside for the first time, and everything felt novel. In particular, Zhihai, from the outside, is only the size of a wooden basin. But getting into it is like entering a starry sky. Those little bits of starlight are his memories. There are the mental methods, cultivation knowledge, and alchemy skills taught by Shizun, as well as his own experience, and Mengjie's various memories.

Further afield, there was utter darkness, but it was not desolate, and there was an aura of mystery spreading, as if beckoning him to explore.

Feng Lian wanted to go deeper, but it was like entering a quagmire, and no matter how difficult it was to move forward, he had to retreat.

Looking at the Lingyan again, it was only the size of a thumb, still in the shape of a firebird, suspended in the dantian, replacing the withered spirit crystal. Feng Lian tried to communicate with it, only to get it a very disdainful idea.

Feng Lian is not boring and boring, and runs the mind. Feeling the spirit crystal that the spirit flame turned into transmitting spiritual energy to the limbs and hundreds of remains, his nerves were suddenly refreshed. Those troubles were put aside for a while, and he meditated on the joy of becoming a cultivator.

He carefully reviewed the cultivation knowledge of several masters and professors, and after comparing his own situation, he came to a very embarrassing conclusion.

The spirit crystals formed by the Spirit Flame have reached the Grace Level, and even surpassed this level. However, there is no part of the body that meets the standard of sealing the sorghum. The main reason is that the whole body is petrified, like rusty iron.

Feng Lian took a long breath, the path of cultivation seemed to be more difficult than imagined, much longer.

After thinking and deducing again and again, he felt that the volume of the spirit crystal and the purification of the spiritual energy were higher than those of ordinary cultivators, and he could not proceed in the order of cultivation of ordinary cultivators. He had to solve the problem of blocked muscles and veins first. Refining the medicinal herbs accumulated in the tendons and veins, and then using the medicinal herbs to nourish and cleanse the impurities in the bones and flesh.

This was the quickest and most effective cultivation method he could find at the moment.

Repairing injuries in the body is an extremely delicate and time-consuming task. The so-called "illness comes like a mountain, and illness goes like a thread", not just talking. To repair the body's lesions, it is rare beyond imagination.

After entering the state of cultivation, Feng Lian really understood that Meng Ying forced himself to recite the medicine spectrum, even if he couldn't refine the medicine, he had to accompany Meng Jie to watch her refine the medicine was really well-intentioned.

The first is to let him understand the medicinal properties and efficacy of various medicinal materials. The second is to let him be calm and patient.

In this turquoise world, there is no sunrise and moonset, and Feng Lian can only use the number of times he eats and drinks to roughly calculate the half month he has cultivated.

The effect was there, but it was very small, and he only unblocked the main tendon and veins that connected the heart to a length of about five inches. But he was satisfied. It's rare, but the heartbeat is a little less frequent. This alone made the signs of petrification in his body decrease a lot.

Looking at the ethereal ring with no food left, Feng Lian had to temporarily stop cultivating and go to find food to solve the problem of food and clothing.

After coming to this unfamiliar space for more than half a month, Feng Lian was observing it for the first time.

All around is turquoise mist, somewhat viscous. With his super eyesight, he can only see a distance of about fifty meters in front of him, and he can't see it any further.

The ground is a little soft and blue, but there are no plants. The sky is also cut off by cyan mist, so you can't see the sky.

Feng Lian was a little nervous, not because of the terrifying quiet, but because he was afraid that if there was no food here, then he might become the first cultivator to starve to death.

Cultivators can be said to be beings at the top of the food chain, with aura, animals, plants, and even some stones being their food. Being starved to death, that is definitely the most miserable joke.

The scenery is the same all around, and it seems to be the same everywhere. Feng Lian no longer hesitated, and walked forward, habitually making some marks along the way, so as not to turn back. It's just that the mark he carved healed on its own in less than a minute.

In desperation, Feng Lian can only move forward by feeling.

I don't know how far or how long I walked. Feng Lian felt that he couldn't take a step anymore, so he sat down to rest. Meditation and cultivation.

Now the only thing that can support him to go down is aura, and cultivation can restore his physical strength. But he has not yet reached the kind of realm where he can not eat the fireworks of the world. Without food supplements, it is estimated that after half a year, he will either become a big fat man, with a body the size of a house, but only the skeleton of a three-year-old child. Or become a thin person like a dry corpse.

This is also due to the fact that his spirit crystal is extraordinary, if he is replaced by a cultivator like Golden Blood, it is estimated that he will not be able to survive for five months.

The most uncomfortable thing about Feng Lian now is that he can't stand the feeling of hunger.

After a few more days of stop-and-go like this, Feng Lian finally saw a different color. A blue light appeared in front of him, and Feng Lian was so excited that he forgot that he had a weak body. I ran to take a look, and I was disappointed.

The blue one is an endless stretch of water, not deep, about two meters deep. The water is so clean that it is not like words, and the old saying "When the water is clear, there are no fish". Not to mention fish, there are not even a root of aquatic weeds.

Although the water quality is good, it emits an unpleasant fishy odor. Feng Lian's desire to taste it was extinguished.

There was a thigh-thick chain on the surface of the water, which stretched out somewhere.

Feng Lian didn't even think about it, and walked directly onto the chain. He is tired of the turquoise world, try a new environment, maybe he can have an adventure and solve the problem of food and clothing.

The further you go in, the richer the aura becomes, and the signs of petrification have been eliminated under the continuous refining of the aura in the body of Feng Lian. The spots on the flesh and bones have faded a lot, but it will be a long time before they are completely removed.

Because of the strong aura, the tendons and veins of the Chinese medicinal materials have not been consumed, and the blockage is still the same. But he was still happy, at least he saved his life.

Feng Lian no longer has the extra energy to calculate how much time has passed. I feel that the road I have traveled in more than ten years is not as long as this time. At this moment, he finally saw a different color from the unchanged blue again, and a huge stone tablet suddenly appeared in front of him.

Feng Lian was so frightened that he almost fell into the water. Looking up, there were three ancient characters engraved on the stone stele, which were the words used in Mocun. It's a pity that I only saw that the first word was a "green" word, and the next two words had been corroded and blurred. Anyway, no matter what the word is, he doesn't care now, and this thing can't fill his stomach.

Behind the stele was a patch of orange-red magma, but no heat was emitted. Feng Lian stepped on the magma cautiously, and when he saw that there was nothing unusual, he boldly walked forward, and the further he went, the richer the aura became. The temperature is even colder.

Because of curiosity, Feng Lian wanted to figure out why the stronger the fire attribute aura, the colder the temperature, so he kept walking.

It wasn't until the spirit crystal was full that Feng Lian stopped. Entering the state of cultivation, or it would be too wasteful of such a suitable environment for cultivation.

The aura that overflowed from the spirit crystal and the aura absorbed in it had a diametrically opposite temperature, and the temperature was higher than the limit of what he could bear. Fortunately, it's not outrageous.

Even so, he didn't dare to slack off, his body that had finally improved, he didn't want to bear that kind of pain anymore.

As always, the remnants of the medicinal herbs in the tendons and veins are refined. Perhaps because of the hot aura, the refining speed was several times faster than before. The impurities in the body turn into a white mist that overflows from the pores, giving off a fishy smell.

Half an hour later, Feng Lian was even more overjoyed, absorbing the remaining medicinal herbs to relieve hunger. It's so hard to be hungry these days.

I don't know how long it took to cultivate this time, and it wasn't until refining medicinal materials couldn't alleviate the hunger that Feng Lian got up and continued walking.

After this cultivation, Feng Lian felt that his steps were much lighter and his whole body was refreshed. There is a feeling of lightness when you walk. The impurities in the flesh and blood are almost eliminated, and the next step is to refine the bones. When the refining of the bones was completed, he estimated that he should be able to enter the grace level.

Thinking of it, the joy in Feng Lian's heart is really like the weeds after the spring rain, growing wildly everywhere.

He has become a cultivator and can cultivate. His experience these days can be described as bumpy and tortuous. He has a lot of things on his mind to talk about, and a lot of happiness he wants to share. In his heart, Mengjie is undoubtedly the only candidate.

But until now, he didn't know Mengjie's whereabouts, thinking of this, he was a little lost and a little sad.

In a trance, dozens of fountains appeared in front of him. But instead of springwater, it spewed out lava, cold magma.

Feng Lian studied for a long time before he realized that these fountains were all arrays. And the huge iron chain he walked through was the vein of a magic circle.

What kind of character can engrave such a huge magic circle? Not to mention all kinds of spiritual materials, even the soul power required for engraving, I don't know how much it will consume. It is estimated that the soul power of 100,000 martial sect-level powerhouses combined is not enough to engrave a corner of this magic circle.

Feng Lian didn't dare to imagine it, and the result must be something he couldn't afford.

After walking hundreds of meters inside, Lingjing suddenly became excited, flew out of the windy dantian, turned into a palm-sized firebird, and swept past the array of eyes. Every time he passed through a formation, the fire attribute aura surging in the magma was very consciously integrated into the firebird. In the eyes of the array that lost its aura, the magma immediately solidified.

Feng Lian saw that these auras were originally one with Lingyan, and they were withdrawn. Now I meet the owner and naturally integrate into his body.

"Could this be the magic circle that seals the Spirit Flame?"

Feng Lian was thinking as suddenly a dazzling flame shot into his eyebrows. Feng Lian didn't have time to react, knowing that he was in a catastrophe this time.