It only took a quarter of an hour to unseal the yuan,

Feng Xiaohan didn't feel anything,

In fact, it can be faster, just like when Chen Feng planted Feng Yuan for him, but this will hurt him and will have an impact on removing the ink candle poison for a while.

And Guo Mingzhe has this patience.

When he unsealed Yuan, he checked his body by the way, and with the improvement of the realm, his flesh and bones became stronger, and his muscles and bones all exuded a faint golden light, and even had the feeling of a golden jade body.

Feng Xiaohan's body still has some dark injuries that have not completely healed, probably because he has been wandering on the verge of death several times, and the ink candle has spread a little, and it has lasted less than two years, but now it is still honestly dormant in the body.

The power that came out of the sea of self-consciousness and suppressed the ghost's breath seemed to have undergone a subtle change, and it seemed to be different from the last feeling.

At this time, Guo Mingzhe did not know that the coral island in the sea had turned into a dark red hill.

Feng Xiaohan hadn't read calligraphy books, so his handwriting was not good, and he didn't write too many details because he was uncomfortable looking at it.

After the seal was untied, Guo Mingzhe did not stop, but turned the Yuan Qi into extremely thin silk threads, shuttling through Feng Xiaohan's body, sewing those cracks precisely and carefully,

These rifts are his dark wounds.

In fact, the process of detoxification is not to detoxify, but to be more precise, it should be Zhonghe.

The four square arrays reversed the mutual cancellation of the extreme cathode and yang, and fused them into the innate one qi, and the innate one qi and the demon breath, that is, the poison of the ink candle, fused in his body, just like acid and alkali put into a jar, and the two synthesized harmless salt water.

It's just that the reaction to this process will be very strong, Feng Xiaohan's cultivation has already been in the middle of the cave, and I believe that with his amazing perseverance and incomparable physical strength, he should be able to withstand it.

The weather tonight is very good, the moonlight is quiet and the starry sky is like a sea, and there is a hint of coolness that is rare in summer among the peaks, so it seems a little deserted.

Feng Xiaohan sat in the center of the quadrangle, surrounded by complex and cumbersome runes, and those wanton scattered points of light were like a galaxy around him, bringing a faint light and illuminating his cheeks, these were the aura from the formation gathering spirits.

In front of him was a red and black pill, the red and black on it were perfectly half of each other, and the surface reflected the light of the aura, and the perfect proportion was very in line with the beauty of the cultivation world.

Feng Xiaohan recognized that the red was the meat foam of the rohu and the black was the powder of obsidian, and the two were not sticky, so he didn't know how to knead them together.

After tonight, the poison of the ink candle that choked his throat will disappear, and death will not leave, but at least theoretically, Shouyuan will no longer have a two-year period.

Feng Xiaohan took the pill in the wooden box before, closed his eyes and turned into a spirit, and dissolved the medicinal power.

At this time, all his hidden injuries have healed, his Dao heart is round, his flesh and bones are clear, his knowledge of the sea is calm, and his state has reached its peak.

He put the pill in his mouth and nodded to Guo Mingzhe outside the match.

Guo Mingzhe pinched his hands and started the Quartet Array,

There was a spiritual treasure in each of the four corners of the formation, and when the formation was activated, the galaxies that were randomly suspended in the air suddenly became orderly, converging above Feng Xiaohan, and then divided into four bands of light and poured into the spiritual treasure respectively.

The bands of light were still made up of countless points of light, but they had become rigorous, flowing down the river like water to where they were supposed to go, as if they had become real rivers.

The four spiritual treasures were entwined by points of light, and began to flicker regularly, as if they were expounding some truth, and the heavenly machine in the array suddenly changed, and the indescribable feeling was like a mountain mist filling the array in the blink of an eye, but it did not spill out a bit, but concentrated towards the wind and a small cold.

The pill was not swallowed, but held in the mouth.

As that divine qi machine appeared, the power of extreme yin and yang in the pill began to merge, and the purest power entered the body along the throat.

At the same time, the black qi dormant in the five internal organs finally emerged, and Feng Xiaohan looked into his body through his divine sense, only to see that the mountains and the earth composed of flesh and bones in his body were full of black qi, twisting wildly, eroding his flesh and fighting against the extremely pure innate qi.

The vitality runs wildly, resisting the invasion of ink candles,

At the same time, it also caused him great pain,

But Feng Xiaohan has been on the edge of life and death all his life, and he has been fatally injured several times in the cold mountain, compared to these, the pain at this time is not worth mentioning at all, and it is easy to bear it.

Guo Mingzhe waved his hand, and the small courtyard was wrapped in a golden vastness, which was some kind of powerful formation, eliminating all possibilities of external interference.

A meteor streaked across the sky, with a long trail, but instead of falling straight down, it drew a strange circle, hovering above Langya Peak.

If you look closely, you will find that its wake is not the bright silver of an ordinary meteor, but the color of glass.

The fairy bird of the second elder Xia Yu, the glazed peacock also came to escort,

It can be seen that Changming Sect attaches great importance to Feng Xiaohan.

Such a scene could be seen by the twelve peaks, and some of the disciples who were still practicing at night stopped their movements and looked in the direction of Langya Peak, not understanding what was happening.

And the disciples who knew the inside story didn't sleep, they were waiting for something.

It wasn't until the beautiful glass color appeared, the big white fat man, Lu Yingfeng and the sick seedling looked at each other and smiled, and went back to the house to sleep.

Meng'er also looked over there, thinking that it was said to be the place where Elder Zu lived, what was going on, was it related to Feng Xiaohan?

In a hidden cave somewhere in Qingzhu Peak,

Chen Feng felt a sense in his heart, a faint smile rose at the corner of his mouth, there was a beautiful girl in front of him who was sitting quietly and turning into a spirit, her skin was fairer than before entering the customs, and her whole body was shrouded in a layer of blurry light and shadow, making her look more beautiful,

Picturesque,

It's too beautiful to describe in words.

She sat there, but a beautiful view appeared in the dark hole.

He Xirou has already been of the highest quality, without the help of any elixir, such an improvement speed is enough to shock the human world, I believe that even if it is placed in the cultivation of a thousand years ago, it is also a supreme genius.

But for the body of gold and jade, such an increase speed can only be regarded as normal,

He Xirou was still too young, and her body could not withstand the pressure brought by the rapid improvement of her cultivation, so while practicing, she was still trying her best to restrain herself and compress the fruits of her cultivation to a just acceptable level.

This makes her foundation solid and her vitality pure,

In the future, the road of monasticism will have fewer detours and fewer pitfalls.

Chen Feng thought to himself that he didn't know how Xiao Han's cultivation was, his schoolwork had fallen, and this trip to the north should be a lot of gains.

But...... It should have been all fought for back.

Chen Feng knew that Feng Xiaohan didn't listen to the conversation that night, otherwise he wouldn't be Feng Xiaohan.

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Contrary to expectations,

After the poison of the ink candle was completely neutralized, it did not affect him, but instead gained many benefits.

Guo Mingzhe couldn't help but wonder what this kid had eaten in the cold mountains.

At the cliff of life and death,

In order to let him recover as soon as possible, Heavenly Sword Spirit asked Ji Xiaolan to help,

Ji Xiaolan came for him with the best elixir, and the original leaf that emitted golden light was the best of the best that could make countless cultivators crazy, and after the medicinal power was dissolved, it brought great benefits, quietly transforming his body for him.

Feng Xiaohan greeted the morning light and slowly opened his eyes,

The golden light under his eyes disappeared into nothingness, leaving only calm, and the simplicity of the extremely complex achievements.

Obviously, what happened last night was not as simple as removing the poison,

Just as the yin and yang qi of the human body can interpret the mysteries of heaven and earth when they are fused, the higher innate qi and the ink candle ghost breath are combined, and the mysteries in it are more subtle, which is equivalent to opening a new door for Feng Xiaohan, who has Wanyan supernatural powers, and also brings unimaginable changes to his cultivation path.

Cultivation is an indescribable thing, and all Taoist scriptures and Buddhist scriptures can only be close to the truth in the dark, and can only perceive the subtle changes with the improvement of practice.

And this process of interpreting the truth took place in his body.

Although Guo Mingzhe can't see it, he can understand it, and he feels it deeply, and the mystery in the dark seems to be closer to him.

"In this way, it seems that the poison of the ink candle in your body not only failed to kill you, but gave you a transformation. ”

Guo Mingzhe smiled and said, "How do you feel now?"

Feng Xiaohan tugged at his collar and looked at it, scratched his head and said: "Those black lines have disappeared, except for anything else, there is nothing special, the cultivation is still a cave and secluded product, could it be that I missed this creation?"

Guo Mingzhe smiled and said, "You can't notice the change last night now, but you will understand it in the future, because it has a great impact on your future cultivation path." ”

Feng Xiaohan nodded, but he still didn't understand, his cultivation and combat power had not been significantly enhanced, how could it become a great creation?

The glazed color of the sky let out a cry, as if saying goodbye, and then flew back to Changhong Peak.

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Second Elder Xia Yu is very busy, in fact, the people of the entire Changhong Peak are very busy,

Because Feng Xiaohan brought back a little guy from the cold mountain,

It is foreseeable that in hundreds of years, Changming Sect will have one more Zhenshan Divine Beast.

But if that's all it takes, it's okay, but Feng Xiaohan also taught it the exercises to practice, and even learned a little bit of swordsmanship, so it seems that he has a foundation.

This made it deviate from the path of gradually awakening the bloodline as it grew older, and embarked on a new path of immortal beast cultivation.

Throughout the history of the Chengtian Continent, such a situation has never happened, and no one knows what kind of impact it will have.

Therefore, the disciples and elders of the whole peak are discussing, consulting books,

The entire Changhong Peak was in a fierce debate, and it reached the realm of selflessness, putting forward many exquisite or shocking ideas, and became a group of nerds.

With such a Changhong Peak, even the arrival of the Eighth Elder of Biting Peak, Qingchen, has become a trivial matter.

Let this beautiful woman, who looked weak and seemed to be able to blow away even a gust of wind, directly kicked over the table in the Changhong Peak Hall,

Like holding a dead chicken, carrying the neck of the glass peacock that has just come back and has not had time to comb its feathers,

The cry of despair resounded through the dawn,

Only then did the elders and disciples in the hall come to their senses and hurriedly greeted the aunt and grandmother.