In the stone cave, Fang Yan's increasingly blurred divine sense was about to disappear. I don't know how long I have persevered or how long I can hold on, Fang Yan only felt that he could dissipate at any time, and saw that the blood veins in his heart were only a pitiful circle larger than at the beginning, infinitely sad. I'm afraid I'm really going to die this time, and there won't be a miracle.

In the face of death, Fang Yan had no fear in his heart, and there was no fear, at this time, he thought of a lot, thinking of his mother who died without meeting, and thinking of his father who was full of indifference but cared about him very much, Grandma Qinglian, a simple villager in the village. Especially the girl who wore two pigtails and said that she wanted to protect herself and marry herself when she grew up.

There is no fear, only a strong unwillingness, an unwillingness to die in battle, and too many things to do. But this last trace of divine consciousness had already begun to dissipate, and no matter how unwilling he was, he was already powerless to return to the sky, Fang Yan could only wait for it to be annihilated.

Just when the last trace of divine consciousness was about to dissipate, no one saw that the snow-white stone beside Fang Yan's body that did not stick to the slightest bit of blood suddenly bloomed with silver light, exuding a huge amount of life source power, enveloping Fang Yan's body, quickly repairing Fang Yan's divine consciousness that was about to dissipate, nourishing Fang Yan, and a trace of battle blood in his heart frantically absorbed this sudden and powerful life source power. There is not a trace of spillover.

Fang Yan's divine consciousness that should have dissipated was rapidly expanding at this moment, no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't figure out what was going on, if he couldn't figure it out, he didn't want to, it was a good thing anyway. Fang Yan was calm in this wonderful feeling, not caring about anything, reproducing the blood of war with peace of mind. The battle blood that frantically absorbed the life source power, although it was still reproducing at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye, it was many times faster than before. The stone cave, Fang Yan, the snow-white stone, slowly returned to calm.

Time flies, three years have passed since Fang Yan's retreat, in the calm stone cave, Fang Yan still crosses his knees, he can't see any clues, the snow-white stone next to Fang Yan is still so ordinary except for the light, and the life source power doesn't know when it has already been withdrawn.

Time still passed, and I don't know how long it had been, but the cave was still calm. At this moment, the snow-white stone beside Fang Yan moved slightly, and then trembled violently, and there was something in the Buddha that was about to break out of the stone, and about half an hour later, a trace of crack appeared in the center of the snow-white stone, which slowly grew bigger and bigger, and finally cracked.

I saw a fleshy thing come out of the cracked stone, with only a few sparse hairs on his body, and the little thing looked innocently at the cracked snow-white stone with big smart eyes, and his expression was thunderous, I don't know what happened. Then he grabbed the cracked half of the stone shell with his fleshy little claws that didn't have half of his nails, and clicked it into his mouth.

The little thing glanced at the situation in the cave, his eyes were full of confusion, and when he saw Fang Yan, his eyes were full of curiosity, and Fang Buddha had a feeling of closeness. Walking cautiously over, the little paw touched and ran, repeated a few times, and saw that there was no movement, and suddenly felt bored. The little thing grabbed the other half of the stone shell, ran to Fang Yan's legs, chose a position that he thought he felt good about, put the stone shell on his head, and crawled on the ground to sleep with his head covered.

Time is merciless, the years are shuttling, and it is another year. Fang Yan had been in retreat for the fourth year, and Fang Yan was still cross-legged at this time, the difference was that he was naked at this time, glowing with a faint red light, exuding a scorching temperature. The clothes on his body have been burned to shreds at some point.

Next to Fang Yan's legs, the unknown little thing was still sleeping with half a stone shell on top of his head, but his body, which was fleshy and only a few whiskers and cold hairs a year ago, had turned into a dense purple-gold at this time, and a purple-gold covered fat tail was casually placed on his body, sleeping dimly.

Fang Yan's divine consciousness was still immersed in the process of reproduction of battle blood, there was only a trace of war blood that could dissipate at any time four years ago, and it was almost all over his body at this time, this was simply an incredible miracle against the sky.

Fang Yan felt the flow of blood, but his heart was extremely calm, after four years of tug-of-war with death, he could now be said to be very determined. Silently calculating in my heart where the blood flowed, it was still a little close, and it would be successful. As long as the blood of battle flows to every corner of the body, it will be successful. The blood of the war returned, and the war was reborn.

A few days later, on the lifeless barren mountain, the originally clear sky, suddenly dark clouds, thunder and lightning, hurricane winds, the whole heaven and earth Buddha faded, and the barren mountain flew sand and rocks.

A middle-aged man and an old woman appeared in the barren mountain void, looking at the mutated heaven and earth, sensing that the source of the discoloration of this heaven and earth pointed directly to Fang Yan. Suddenly, the middle-aged man instantly understood something, his eyes were slightly wet, his whole body trembled, and he looked at the stone cave, full of excitement.

The old woman clasped her hands, her eyes were happy, and she murmured in her mouth, it was done, it was really done. If there were cultivators present at this time, seeing the expressions of the two of them, they would definitely be so shocked that their jaws would drop. What could make the two powerhouses of the Battle Venerable realm so excited.

The dark clouds in the sky have been assembled, and the thick thunder and lightning are wrapped around the entire black clouds, and occasionally a few of them go to the void, and the scene is extremely terrifying. "I'm going to help Xiaoyan." The old woman watched as the thunder was about to descend.

"No, let him face it alone". Fang Tian's words were still calm.

Suddenly, a thick thunderbolt slashed towards Fang Yan's location without a license, the thunder and lightning revealed endless destructive power, and the stone cave where Fang Yan was located shattered instantly as if there was nothing, and the thunder and lightning slashed directly at Fang Yan.

Feeling the power of thunder and lightning, Fang Yan's eyes opened, his eyes were full of blood-red light, without a trace of panic, this was not to say how powerful Fang Yan was, it was just an intuition, a kind of immortal domineering spirit brought by battle blood. Fang Yan wasn't sure if he could withstand this devastating thunder, it was just an inexplicable confidence. Fang Yan's right fist glowed with blood-red light and slammed into the purple heavenly thunder in front of him, and the void exploded.

Fang Yan stumbled back a few steps, the thunder dissipated, and there was no scar on his body. Looking at the several heavenly thunderbolts that slashed again, Fang Yan's blood-red eyes were full of battle intent. Instead of retreating, he rushed to the sky thunder boxing, elbow strikes, leg strikes, as long as the body could use everything he could, although he was slashed several times, his naked body was already covered with scars, but Fang Yan didn't seem to be aware of it, he only felt that every time the thunder slashed on his body, Fang Buddha's own body increased a trace of strength, and Fang Yan was suddenly proud.

Crazy thoughts lingered in his mind, I saw Fang Yan open his hands and go up to his chest, letting the heavenly thunder hit the flesh directly, completely baptizing the body, as we all know, blood is the most important support for life and body, Fang Yan's battle blood is completely dense all over the body, the reason why the battle blood is called against the sky is not only has destructive power, but also has the ability to regenerate.

Now Fang Yan can say that as long as the body is not a slag and the internal organs are slag, the battle blood can be repaired, it is only a matter of time, this is the real horror.

At this moment, there was an unknown purple beast sleeping on the ground not far behind Fang Yan, the little beast's little head was still covered with half a stone shell, the thunder was ruthlessly raging, and the movement was very loud, in such an environment, the little beast was still sleeping dimly, and there was no sign of waking up, which showed how big this girl was.

Suddenly, in the cloudy sky, a huge purple thunderbolt slashed directly at the location of the little beast, as if God couldn't get used to seeing it sleeping so peacefully at this time, it was simply contemptuous of Tianwei.

The sky thundered and lightning, but the little beast still slept peacefully, unaware. When the thunder and lightning blew up the little thing flew three meters away and rolled on the ground a few times, the little thing rubbed its hazy eyes with its little paws, and took off the stone shell on its head, its eyes were full of innocence and looked around blankly.

The little beast that was struck by the sky lightning did not feel the slightest discomfort, and not even a single hair fell out. Tianlei will not let go of the little beast, and slashes at the little beast one by one. Looking at the huge thunder and lightning in the sky, the little beast finally understood what was disturbing Qingmeng, and immediately became angry, put the stone shell on its head, and rushed towards the sky thunder.

The next incredible scene appeared, I saw the little beast grabbing the thunder with both claws, and after catching it, Hao did not hesitate to send it to his mouth, with a satisfied look on his face. The rest of the day when the lightning struck the little beast, not only did it not have any effect, but it also submerged into the body of the little beast, which was incredible.

In the distance, Fang Tian and the old woman were all stunned when they saw such a scene, what kind of **** is this, one opened his chest and let the thunder split, and the other was even more devastating, and he directly grabbed the thunder and sent it to his mouth. Although the two of them were calm, they were also amazed again and again at this time, although this was just a thunderstorm with thunder louder than raindrops, but they didn't bring a kind of tribulation, the whole two guys who used the thunder as a tonic. Demons, demons.

The thunder is still continuing, and the man and beast are still continuing in a speechless way...... After about half an hour, the thunder stopped, and the dark clouds in the sky dissipated, revealing the scorching sun again. Peace in the barren mountains.

At this time, Fang Yan walked out of the wonderful feeling, although his body was full of scars, he didn't feel uncomfortable, he only felt that his body was much stronger than it was now.

At this time, after four years of retreat, Fang Yan was already a fifteen-year-old boy, with long black hair reaching to his waist, and starry eyes on his sword eyebrows, he was already more than six feet tall, showing his strong spirit. Fang Yan looked at the rocky ground around him that was ravaged by the heavenly thunder, and shook his head speechlessly.

The purple-gold beast looked at the clear sky again, and the thunder disappeared without a trace. The face was full of regret, one paw pointed to the sky, the other claw held the stone shell, jumping up and down on the spot and chirping, indicating that it was disturbing its sleep, and suddenly disappeared with extreme dissatisfaction.

Fang Yan heard a strange voice behind him, and Meng turned his head. I was shocked, what was this, I clearly remembered that there was nothing here before the retreat, and I didn't know how long I had been in retreat, and when this little thing appeared. I have lived under the barren mountain for ten years, except for a few crows derived from death, there is no other living thing, and now a living creature so psychic and unknown appears in front of me, how can I not be surprised. Fang Yan carefully looked at this little thing that came out of nowhere. I saw the little beast standing on its legs, about the height of its own calves, with purple and golden shiny hair all over its body, except for a small handful of silver light on the top of its head. At this time, the little beast was opening its big spiritual eyes and flashing its slender eyelashes, looking curiously at the creature that was finally alive not far away. The little beast put the stone shell back on its head and ran to Fang Yan's legs, raised its little head at Fang Yan, and chirp~chirped~. Fang Yan felt an inexplicable sense of closeness to the little beast. He paused and said, "Little guy, will you come with me?" Fang Yan's expression at this time was simply the same as the shrunken uncle who deceived the children on the side of the road.

The little beast was arrogant, and he ignored Fang Yan's question, and continued to tweet something to Fang Yan. Fang Yan didn't care about it, and without waiting for the little beast to respond, he directly grabbed the little beast and threw it on his shoulder. The little beast stood on Fang Yan's shoulder, dancing with his hands, chirping with a dissatisfied face, his eyes were resentful, and his paws were vigorously pounding Fang Yan's hair, and after a while, the top of Fang Yan's jet-black head had obviously become a chicken nest......