At this time, in the ink pool, half of Wang Yan's body was immersed in the pool water, and the dark green smoke rising from the pool water shrouded Wang Yan's body. net

Wang Yan felt that the pores of his whole body were opened, and the countless powerful breaths in the ink pool were drilling towards his body.

At the same time, the power of the magic pattern in Wang Yan's body also boiled, as if it was like boiling water, and Wang Yan's entire body was boiling hot.

On the first day, under this hot moisture, some black mud continued to ooze out of Wang Yan's pores.

The black mud was instantly washed away by the water from the inkpool.

As more and more mud seeped out of his body, Wang Yan suddenly felt that his body was relaxed, as if he had been reborn.

Wang Yan knew that it was the ink pool that helped him clean out the dregs in his body.

With the washing out of these dross, Wang Yan's cultivation was refined a lot again.

By the next day, when Elder Si Qin was worried about Wang Yan, the smoke rising from the inkpool rose even faster, making the entire space hazy and completely invisible.

Moreover, Wang Yan's body is also like the water in these ink pools, and there is also a kind of smoke that slowly turns into smoke and floats up.

Seeing this, Wang Yan couldn't help but wonder, could it be that this is also a kind of ink pool cultivation, to let himself rise into the air.

But then, Wang Yan felt abnormal.

Because the power in the inkwell is to exclude oneself and push it out of the inkwell, not to help oneself wash as it did yesterday.

Thinking of this, Wang Yan smiled faintly, and said in his heart: If you want to push me out so easily, no way, I remember that Jin Chun stayed for seven days, how could I be less than this time.

Therefore, Wang Yan immediately let out a loud shout, and the cyan wolf pattern flew out from his back and suspended above Wang Yan's head.

With the help of the wolf pattern, Wang Yan's body sank down again and fell into the ink pool.

And so the next day passed.

Sure enough, on the second day, Wang Yan once again absorbed the essence of the ink pool, and the wolf patterns all shone brightly.

On the third day, the power of the wolf pattern alone could no longer keep itself in the ink pool, and the dragon pattern flew out again, suspended above Wang Yan's head, and Wang Yan's body fell into the ink pool again.

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At this time, in the Mozi Academy, everyone was still curiously guessing how long Wang Yan would stay in the ink pool.

Three days have passed, and the inkwell has not moved.

Four days have passed, and Wang Yan is still in the ink pool.

Five-day ......

Six-day ......

Seven-day ......

On the eighth day, Fang Jinchun shook his head and said, "Senior Brother is really Senior Brother, and he has easily surpassed me." ”

Yan Shilin comforted: "Second Senior Brother, you don't have to be upset, Senior Brother is now a half-venerable cultivator after all, and it is normal for you to have a few more days." ”

Fang Jinchun nodded and said, "The one who has stayed in the ink pool for the longest time should be that demon, it is said that the demon has stayed in the ink pool for thirteen days, I don't know if the senior brother can surpass him." ”

After saying this, the two waited quietly again.

On Siqin Peak, Elder Siqin breathed a sigh of relief, touched his heart and said, "Finally, I didn't make a mistake, Wang Yan stayed for eight days, which is not bad." Seeing that there are still more than 20 days before the time for the Flame Jiao to attack, I still prepare for the defense while waiting for Wang Yan to come out. ”

Under the leadership of Elder Siqin, 600,000 disciples stepped up their training.

Although everyone was practicing, they looked up at the top of the main peak from time to time.

It's just that there was no movement on the main peak at all, as if Wang Yan had disappeared out of thin air.

The thirteen days created by the demon have passed like this.

Except for Fang Jinchun who sighed a few times, everyone took it for granted.

Only Fang Jinchun, who had entered the ink pool, understood how difficult it was to persist for thirteen days.

At this time, Elder Si Qin and the others were ready to welcome Wang Yan, because after thirteen days, it would be more and more difficult.

I'm afraid that in another day or two, Wang Yan will be out of the customs.

Who knows, fifteen days have passed, and there is still no movement on Fang Feng.

Twenty days passed.

Twenty-five days passed.

……

At this moment, the seven elders couldn't help but be stunned, seeing that the time for the Flame Jiao to attack was coming, but Wang Yan, the generalissimo, had not yet come out.

No one thought that Wang Yan would be able to stay for so long.

In the end, on the twenty-ninth day, the seven elders couldn't wait, and in desperation, only Bei Mingxue, Liu Hua, Hu Wei and Ma Jun were left on the main peak to wait for Wang Yan to leave the pass, and the remaining 600,000 disciples all entered the Flame Cave.

Just before Elder Siqin entered the Flame Cave, she glanced up at the top of the main peak again, hoping to see signs of the inkpool opening on the main peak.

But the main peak has been quiet and quiet, and there is no movement.

Elder Si Qin sighed and said in his heart: In the ink pool, the further you go, the more difficult it becomes, and I don't know how painful Wang Yan is going to be at this time.

With a sigh, Elder Siqin also flew into the Flame Cave.

But at this time, he was in the ink pool, and saw that Wang Yan was still sitting in the ink pool, and the wolf pattern and dragon pattern on the top of his head had completely disappeared, and Wang Yan opened his arms, his eyes were slightly closed, and he was lying comfortably on the pool wall.

If Elder Siqin and the others were to see Wang Yan's appearance, they would definitely drop their eyeballs.

Seeing Wang Yan yawn, he muttered to himself: "It turns out that it's just like this, Fang Jinchun said that he was already injured all over his body when he stayed until the seventh day, and when he reached the limit, I stayed for so long, why didn't I feel pain at all?"

At this moment, I only heard a bitter laugh from the side: "You take the sword on your shoulder and try it?" ”

Hearing this voice, Wang Yan was so frightened that he opened his eyes all of a sudden, and shouted, "Who is peeking at me taking a bath?" ”

As he spoke, Wang Yan pressed the small wooden sword on his shoulder to prevent it from falling.

It turned out that as the repulsive power of the ink pool became stronger and stronger, even Wang Yan had to go all out.

It's just that he goes all out, but he can't concentrate on absorbing the essence of the inkpool.

Therefore, Wang Yan took out the small wooden sword and carried it on his shoulder.

This small wooden sword weighed 10,000 catties, and immediately pressed Wang Yan down, and the powerful repulsive power of the ink pool was completely vulnerable under this wooden sword.

Therefore, Wang Yan sat in the ink pool so comfortably.

At this moment, I saw an old man in a gray robe rising from the bottom of the inkpool.

Just see this old man, his whole body is illusory, and he can even see through his body.

Wang Yan looked at it and asked, "...... you Are you Mozi? ”

It turned out that this old man was the one who met the soul of Mozi after Wang Yan cleared the 108 Great Array.

Mozi nodded and said, "Yes, it's me." ”

Then, Mozi sighed again and said, "This magic weapon I created at the beginning was originally intended to benefit the disciples' cultivation, but it turned out to be used as a bathhouse by you. ”

Wang Yan smiled and said, "I have indeed benefited. “

Mozi shook his head and said, "But you have to absorb the essence of the ink pool." I wanted to wait until you were pushed out of the inkwell, but if I didn't, I was afraid I wouldn't even have a place to live. ”

Wang Yan glanced down at the ink pool under him, and sure enough, the dark green color was getting lighter and lighter, and it had turned into a pure transparent color, which looked no different from ordinary water.

Wang Yan smiled apologetically and said, "I didn't mean to, but you can't stop inhaling the water from the ink pool." ”

Mozi nodded and said, "That's nature, this is the crystal of heaven and earth that I have accumulated for thousands of years. I only gave you one, but it's a pity that you only cared about absorbing it, and you didn't even comprehend the most important natal skill. Alas, it's a pity, it's a pity. ”

Seeing Wang Yan smile faintly, he said, "Don't hide it, in the past thirty days, my natal technique has already been comprehended." And this natal skill is much more powerful than the demon's. ”

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