Could it be that to condense the Yin God, you need the nourishment of the body's qi and blood? His eyes lit up, as if a flash of inspiration had entered his mind in an instant.

He suddenly remembered that when Gu Wuxiu wanted to break through the rank of junior and advance to the rank of captain, he attached his thoughts to the various tendons, constantly tearing and stretching, so that each tendon and vein could be as strong as an iron line, contracted like a spring, and successfully advanced.

So, on the contrary, if you want to condense the spirit into a yin god, do you also need the yang energy nourishment of the body? ”

If you don't reach the speed, let's rest first and heal the injury, my current cultivation is more than enough to deal with more than 100 ordinary people. ”

So, he slowly settled down, and all his thoughts flew back to his body, and he fell asleep in a real sense.

Not far from the school, a low, old, three-story house stood lonely in the cold wind.

Compared with the rows of fashionable high-rise buildings, it is quite like a dying old man who has entered the age of sixties.

On the first floor, there is a room of only thirty square meters.

A young man in his early twenties, with a dark complexion and a dark black trench coat, was hunched over a shabby chair, eating instant noodles one bite at a time.

His eyes were gloomy, and the hand holding the chopsticks was trembling incessantly, as if a small shock could shake the object in his hand off.

This depressed look looks like a person who has been sick in bed for a long time and has difficulty taking care of himself.

I really didn't expect that I would capsize in the gutter and fall into the hands of a rookie who had just stepped into the threshold of cultivation and only had a night tour realm! ”

The pale yellow noodles slowly stuffed into his mouth, and a touch of anger and resentment instantly burst into his godless eyes.

This person is the black dog, the black dog that was severely injured by the three divine thoughts on Long Yunfeng's body!

The divine soul was seriously damaged, and for the black dog who had not cultivated the "Xuanling Jue", it was a long process to recover.

The soul is the root of controlling the physical body, and now he is as weak as a dying old man who is seriously ill.

Call! A strong wind blew, and the windows were pushed open roughly.

The violent air flow swept in, forming an extremely powerful aura, completely covering the entire small room in an instant, and in the air, it seemed that an invisible mountain appeared in an instant.

Master! At least a master of the possession realm! A look of surprise crossed his eyes, and his heart beat wildly.

Not to mention a cultivator, even a small child with a kitchen knife can hack him to death.