"Back mountain, Yulin. Fang Yang muttered in a low voice.

Standing in the lonely woods,

After all, he couldn't help but want to find out.

This is already the twenty-fourth day of the polar night, the air is even colder, even with the support of a body of cultivation, Fang Yang does not feel a little trembling.

The lake was frozen, and a thick layer of snow was piled up on the ground, restricting movement between steps.

But it still came to the point of destination.

Under the conscious perception, directly in front, there is a stilted building, which is open and unremarkable.

There was no one inside, and after a little hesitation, Fang Yang chose to walk in.

The bamboo ladder is very clean, and the door is not dusty, so it should be inhabited by people often.

Fang Yang looked at the furnishings in the attic.

There are bookshelves in the east and west corners, tables, chairs, and stools are well placed, and only a pot of tea is placed on several cases.

The tea seems to be still hot.

It is diffusing a wisp of smoke temperature.

Behind the bookshelf on the west side, there is a screen, and the wooden bed behind it is faintly visible.

The walls dyed with red lacquer are quaint, but they are covered with various ink paintings and calligraphy, and several of the contents of the paintings are scenes on the deer low mountain.

Fang Yang tentatively stepped forward.

There is nothing unusual about the copybook, I don't know who is the Mobao.

And what really caught Fang Yang's attention was the only portrait in the deer dwarf mountain scenery.

In the painting, the man is dressed in white, sitting on the ground, with a small golden horn in front of him.

There is an inscription next to it.

It's a small line.

"The hanging sun is three feet high, and the golden furnace is the first to add incense beasts. ”

Fang Yang thought silently, always feeling a little familiar.

"The furnace is already burning, can it be added?"

A faint voice came into Fang Yang's ears, and he immediately became alert, his spiritual power soared, and he looked around cautiously.

But there was no one.

The wind blew through the Yulin and passed through the hall.

He shivered solidly.

"The furnace is already burning, can it be added?"

Just as Fang Yang had just relaxed, the voice sounded again.

This time.

His gaze was fixed on the portrait in front of him.

That's where the sound comes from, absolutely. But that painting looks ordinary, and it can't be more ordinary.

Fang Yang's mind moved.

He suddenly thought of a rumor he had seen in the Taoist canon before. What he once didn't believe now seems to have some truth.

"Burning incense to heaven and earth is done by man. It is said that beetles are hidden in literature and ink and live forever. He took two steps closer and "tried in vain to imitate the spirit of man......"

"But beetles can cling to paper, but people cannot stand in the world...... Isn't it?"

Before the sentence was finished, there was indeed a voice in the painting, although it was weak, but Fang Yang heard it really.

"Are you a beetle or a human?"

Fang Yang asked.

"A man can be a beetle, but a beetle seems to be difficult to be a man. ”

When Fang Yang wanted to continue asking, he opened his mouth first.

"There are spirits but no flesh, although they are not broken, this place is controlled by heaven and earth, and it is not the place where you should come. ”

After that, the surroundings fell silent again.

Fang Yang stood in place, his heart fluctuating.

......

Time passes in endless darkness,

Strangely slow,

As twenty-nine days passed,

On this day,

In the dead mountains, there is a little more orange-red mottled halo,

Looking into the distance, you can see the shadow of the sun, which is very small and seems to be just a point of light,

But the light was obscured by the glow of a blood-colored red stone in the sky.

On top of the bloodstone, two yin and yang fish were entangled and hovered with each other, forming a huge Tai Chi pattern.

It was about late afternoon, and the yin and yang clouds turned for a week, and the sky over the mountains instantly turned black, as if it had been brushed with ink.

The blood-colored boulder that lay across the void trembled violently at this moment, and the remaining light and shadow were gradually eaten away in the spread of chaos.

The sky seemed to have been torn open by someone, and red magma flowed out of the wound in the sky, dripping down the mountains, flowing down the slopes of the mountains, and gradually expanding into the vast snowfields below.

In the first room of Xuanzi, Fang Yang was completely unaware of the terrifying celestial phenomena outside, but sat on the bed.

The forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and the short hair that had grown to the ears was even more soaked as if it had been washed.

The embryonic shell of his lower body was shattering, unspeakable pain spread throughout his body, the sea of qi was even boiling, and the tide of true qi hit the barrier, trying to break the embankment.

The process is long, a full five days.

At night, the embryo shell of the lower body shatters, and two lower legs grow out of proportion to the upper body, which looks comical, like a thinner elephant leg, and the toes and ankles are not fully deformed.

On the second day, Fang Yang only had a sense of these two "legs", and he could control the swing, but he didn't walk down-to-earth.

It's really too small to support the upper body.

At the same time, the true qi of the sea of qi became more and more condensed, and the blood-red waves swelled and turned into the sea.

By the third day, the legs had grown to childlike length, and the toes and heels had gradually taken shape.

Everything develops in the will, but the pain intensifies, and it hurts and rejoices.

On the fourth day, my legs can be flexibly controlled, but it is still difficult to walk flexibly like a normal person, and my coordination is very poor.

Half of the true qi in the sea of qi can be condensed into substance, which is a sign that you have entered the formation stage.

On the fifth day, the proportion of his legs and his body became much more coordinated, the soles of his feet were long and flat, and he could walk on the ground, but the coordination was still poor, perhaps because he had not walked with his feet for too long, he turned back into a toddler with a faltering step, and he could only hold a bamboo pole on the edge of the wall, trying again and again, and running in with the newborn legs.

The pain from the body diminishes until it disappears completely.

By the dawn and dusk of the second day, the true qi in the entire sea of qi could be turned into substance.

He broke through to the formation stage!

There is no imaginary vision of heaven and earth, and there is no special feeling.

Consciousness, true qi came out of the sea of qi, could flow with his guidance, could lift heavy objects in the air, and even condensed into a red blade from a hundred meters away, cutting off giant trees.

It's an unprecedented feeling, as if you've become an omnipotent being, and you don't have to do it yourself to make a pot of tea.

It's just strange that in the help of the system, there are fewer and fewer true qi stolen.

"It's time to eat. Fang Yang suddenly thought of this.

Five days were spent in pain, and no matter how awake he was, he had the illusion that he was not in the world, and he realized in a trance that more than a month had passed since the arrival of the polar night.

The true qi contained in heaven and earth is getting thinner and thinner, and the most taboo thing now is to consume true qi, otherwise the loss of the sea of qi will no longer be able to recover.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly accepted the true qi released from the outside, and walked to the door with a bamboo cane.

The scene after pushing the door open immediately made him dumbfounded.

The whole world turned blood-red.

In the line of sight, a bright moon hangs high, the mountains in the distance are like sleeping behemoths, and a bloodstone is fixed on it, lying between the mountains and the full moon, and the three are practiced into a diagonal line.

After the yin and yang fish on the bloodstone turned for a week, the sky instantly became dark.

"Pop ......"

The roof tiles fell, and together with the sound, a gust of wind blew from the east.

The yin and yang fish in the distant mountains are expanding, frantically pumping the true qi between the heavens and the earth in the north.