The long dark night.

Time passed, and it was the next day.

It's just that

The daylight that people had been waiting for did not come.

In the dark sky, there is no longer a rising sun.

Even the rooster crows are no longer heard.

At this time, Fang Yang in the Scorching Shadow Hall did not feel frightened because of this abnormal celestial phenomenon.

He shivered a little.

Trembling with excitement.

He held an ancient book in his hand.

The ancient books are a little yellowed, and the covers are all broken, but a few large characters are still conspicuous.

Daodian!

Things went much smoother than he had imagined, and he drove the Nightmare into his disciples' quarters without anyone noticing.

All the disciples fell into the fear of the night, closed their doors tightly, and did not go out.

Even the book pavilions, altars, and altars, which are usually the most crowded on weekdays, have become empty.

Fang Yang released the true qi to form a red light as illumination.

His current body, although still covered by a gray-black embryo shell, had become flat and smooth as it fell off in many places, and began to tend to a human form, and the layer of hard shell attached to it was more like a piece of armor he was wearing.

You can see that the ground under him has a lot of hard substance, like the scales peeled off from the body of a fish, but it is much harder.

Fang Yang laid the ancient book flat under his body and turned the first page.

"It's unattainable. ”

Familiar four words into the eye.

Turning to the second page, you will find the table of contents.

"1. Externalization of true qi.

Second, the air is empty.

3. Ten times the spiritual pressure.

Fourth, the great transience.

5. Body binding.

......”

Each directory title corresponds to a secret method,

Table of contents, also note the number of pages,

It's spiritual!

It's just that when Fang Yang turned to the text, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

The high-level secret art is obviously not as easy to practice as he thought,

It's all obscure ancient texts, and sometimes it's troublesome to understand a sentence.

Through such a long period of understanding, he also has a basic understanding of the extraordinary power of this world.

There are esoteric and esoteric arts, as well as spells.

None of these are the same concept.

The secret technique generally has a low threshold and is easy to learn, it is through the direct mobilization of the true qi existing in the sea of qi, so as to achieve the effect of instantaneous release, but the power is small, the consumption is large, and the beginner realm monk who is generally upside down will be exhausted after the release of several secret techniques, and then lose the ability to fight,

Therefore, in the daily competition, if it is not a critical moment or there is a chance that the opponent can be injured, it will not be easily used.

Just like in the battle between Wei Suo and Chibazi, Wei Suo is a complete layman, and the casting of the soul is chosen to be used at the peak time of the enemy, although it is successful, but it has little effect, and even the sea of qi is almost drained at one time.

The secret method is mostly seen in the battle of high-level monks above the sense of truth, and the disadvantage is that it is difficult to learn, requiring good understanding and spiritual roots, and it cannot be achieved overnight.

From small to large, it takes a lot of time.

Its performance requires a process of exercise, just like the reading strip in the game in the previous life, the more exquisite the use, the shorter the process,

The bridge between heaven and earth is communicated through the sea of qi, which acts on the opponent and consumes less on itself.

Spells, on the other hand, are effects that continue to act on the opponent for a long time.

It's like creating an absolute realm, a soundproof barrier, a forbidden space......

The body binding technique that the old immortal master cast on himself belongs to a kind of spell.

The principle is similar to the secret technique, communicating the bridge between heaven and earth, and subsequently borrowing the true qi that exists outside, but the shortcomings are obvious, and the consumption of the early release is huge.

The old immortal master released the body binding technique on himself, and he almost collapsed directly, which can be seen.

Fang Yang didn't have the patience to learn from the beginning now, so he directly turned to the page of the Body Binding Technique.

After all, if you want to know how to release it, you must first understand how it is released.

To remove the stitches, you have to start by finding the threads!

.......

Time flies, and three days pass quietly.

Early this morning,

In the east, a glimmer of light finally rose.

The sun is out.

Everyone in the Taoist courtyard is like a rain after a long drought, walking out of the door and bathing in the morning light.

In the Scorching Palace, Fang Yang carried out his career step by step in the past three days.

He's going to lay out a detailed escape plan for himself!

Lu Dwarf Mountain is not as simple as he thought, as early as in the description of the disciples, he had heard that the mountain is more than ten thousand feet high, and ordinary people need half a month to reach the top of the mountain without getting lost.

If he didn't prepare in advance, then even if he got out of the Dao Academy, he might be trapped and die in the mountains.

Moreover, there is a ban in the Scorching Palace, and when his own body goes out, Yan Jiujiu can also detect it.

How could a woman like her not have a back hand,

The reason why he is at peace with himself now is also because Fang Yang is honest.

So these days, he is letting go of his consciousness, watching Ji Yintai, paying attention to Yan Jiu's work and rest, and second, practicing the secret method day and night to get rid of the shackles.

If the Dao Dian is missing, it will definitely be discovered, and it may attract the suspicion of others at that time, so Fang Yang sent it back after remembering all the contents inside.

The consciousness is strong, and he memorizes the words basically once, and it is all seared into his mind.

Rare daylight.

When the Taoist children went out, they all gathered together and began to gossip,

The content of the talk is nothing more than the matter of blood ghosts.

But so far, there is no eyebrow.

Only Fang Yang found a sneaky person during the overnight exploration of his consciousness.

He knew this person, it was Li Zidi.

For several days in a row, he would take advantage of the dark night to quietly climb over the courtyard wall and run out of the courtyard.

Fang Yang deliberately investigated and followed his consciousness behind him, but this guy went straight down the mountain, reaching the limit of what Fang Yang's consciousness could extend.

He was skeptical,

This guy definitely has a ghost, maybe it's a spy or something,

Li Zide, Li Zi ......

The mysterious person that night was called Li Zisheng, and the names of these two people are so similar, there must be something related.

However, these Fang Yang are just simply curious, he is not interested, and he is too lazy to delve into it.

Now lifting the ban on yourself and escaping from the deer low mountain is the top priority.

day

It didn't last long,

Two hours later, halfway up the sun, it went down again.

Rising in the east, falling in the east......

Miraculous celestial phenomena,

Wacky world!

It's dark,

In the Scorching Palace, Fang Yang looked inward, and lines of words appeared in his mind,

It was a Taoist canon that he had engraved.

At this time, his gaze was fixed on the "light body technique".

In five minutes, he deciphered the content of the first sentence.

In the next second, Fang Yang opened his eyes,

There was a flash of brilliance in his eyes.

This light-body technique turned out to be the opposite of the route of the body-binding technique when it was released.

"Could it be that this is the method of contacting the ban!"

Fang Yang was overjoyed and continued to interpret the following.

Unconsciously,

A long time has passed,

Because he threw himself into the Taoist scriptures, he didn't notice that a thick fog appeared at the door of the Scorching Dark Palace.

"Knock...... Boom...... Knock ......"

A strange sound entered the main hall, like a ball hitting the ground.

Fang Yang opened his eyes, his eyes frozen.

Then he heard something begin to pound rhythmically at the door of the temple.

A thick gray fog spreads through the crack in the door and into the temple,

Shadow shrouded,

The damp and cold breath seems to freeze the air,

A low sob, close to my ears.

Grief, pain, helplessness and despair.