Xiaoyaozi sighed for a long time, but Fang Wuxian above his head was different from all the people he had refined, there was no fear, no begging for mercy, and no even scolding, he even said no, which couldn't help but make Xiaoyaozi a little unhappy.

At this moment, Fang Wuxie, who had never expressed his opinion, suddenly said a word, which scared Xiaoyaozi so much that he almost lost his true qi.

Fang Wuxian said: You are so beautiful!

"What did you say?" Xiaoyaozi asked incredulously.

"I said, you're so beautiful." Fang Wuxie's voice was very weak, but what a character Xiaoyaozi was, even if he was muttering to himself, he could hear it clearly.

Xiaoyaozi has lived for more than 100 years, and he can't remember all the countless names such as benevolence, handsomeness, and Shengming, but he has never been praised for "beauty". The word beauty is not specifically for women in the Chinese language, such as in the ancient Qi Kingdom, there was a person named Zou Ji, who was more than eight feet tall and beautiful in appearance, and was a "beautiful" brother in the wind of Yushu.

Although Xiaoyaozi has fairy wind and bones, and his skin is better than that of young people, he looks really average, and he has always thought that he is still some distance from the word "beauty". At this time, when I heard someone praise him for his "beauty", I was puzzled and confused in my heart, wondering if my pig's waist face was a new aesthetic concept that was in vogue at the moment?

"You say I'm beautiful, but where am I?" The old Taoist priest was a little apprehensive when he asked this, he really hoped to hear some nice words from the mouth of this junior to satisfy his vanity that had never been satisfied for more than a hundred years.

At this time, Fang Wuxie's limbs were already like dry bones, and the flesh and blood essence on his waist was constantly being withdrawn, and his voice was a little panting, extremely weak: "Don't you realize it? It's so beautiful that you think! ”

"You ......" Xiaoyaozi's glass heart snapped and shattered, if it wasn't for refining Fang Wuxian, he would have to poke this son into ashes. However, refining it into a Dao Fruit and eating it, this result may be more ruthless than poking the bones and raising ashes, Xiaoyaozi snorted coldly: "Junior, what's the use of vain using the benefits of the tongue, I will refine you into the Dao Fruit now, what can you do." ”

Fang Wuxian was silent for a while, and sighed: "You mentioned the power of divine sense, could it be that you have already cultivated to the eighth order and entered the divine realm?" ”

"Into the Divine Realm?" Xiaoyaozi said with some emotion: "Refining Qi and transforming the gods is one door and three kans, and those who hold the Dan raise their forms and ascend to the void, which is called the immortals; Those who enter the gods swim in the famous mountains, which are called the land immortals; The dead and dead die first and then molt, which is called the corpse of the immortal. The seventh-order realm of life and death is the realm of human immortals ascending, if you can't enter the eighth order, you can be dismembered and live, and if you can advance to the eighth order, you are an earth immortal. How many people in ancient times were trapped and died in the seventh order, and even I didn't dare to set foot in this step easily. ”

Fang Wuxian said: "There is a lot of nonsense from the old people, you have not entered the eighth order, can it be that you are a seventh-order cultivator?" ”

Xiaoyaozi finally waited for someone to talk to him, and he could still say what he wanted to say in his heart unscrupulously, which can be said to be knowing, and he didn't even care about the unreasonableness in Fang Wuxi's words: "As soon as you enter the seventh order, you will either die or live, and break through ten folds in the mortal world**." Why do you have to go to the immortal realm when you are an old man, it has been nearly fifty years since the old man suppressed the realm at the peak of the sixth order. ”

Fang Wuxian exclaimed, "Sixth-order peak? Then how can you use the power of divine consciousness? ”

What Xiaoyaozi wanted was Fang Wuxie's surprise, which could make his vanity greatly satisfied. He laughed and said, "Who told you that only the eighth order can wield the power of divine consciousness? The old man is a genius, and this is not difficult for me. ”

Xiaoyaozi originally wanted to sell a pass, but Fang Wuxian suddenly said: "I understand, you pick the monk's Dao fruit, not only absorb the essence of the flesh, but also swallow the monk's weak divine sense, so that it accumulates a lot, so that you can use part of the power of the divine consciousness without even entering the seventh order." ”

Xiaoyaozi's lines were robbed, and he was as uncomfortable as eating a fly. He snorted coldly: "You know what to do, it won't take much, you will also become a part of me." ”

"Don't say that, it sounds like you're old glass." Fang Wuxian paused, relieved himself of his strength, and gasped: "What's more, if you can refine me into a Dao Fruit, it's hard to say." ”

Xiaoyaozi has been in the WTO for too short a time, and he doesn't know what the old glass means, but he didn't expect it to be a good word, so he hummed: "If you have any means, just use it." Let the old man take a look at it in advance, and when he devours your Dao fruit, he can quickly grasp it. ”

Fang Wuxian was no longer speechless, he needed time to recall what had happened to him before, and find a way to resist Xiaoyaozi's secret method.

From the time Xiaoyaozi closed the eighty-one key points around Fang Wuxie's body, he had regained his self-consciousness. It's just that when he just recovered, he was still confused, and his thoughts were confused. Then when Xiaoyaozi put him upside down on his head to perform the secret method, he suddenly felt that three breaths in his right hand were about to leave him, and at the same time, the white light in his eyebrows appeared, and his consciousness regained a few points.

It's a pity that the good times are fleeting, and as soon as the three breaths reach out of their palms, they are wrapped in Xiaoyaozi's mighty true qi like the Yangtze River and sent back to his body, and the white light in his eyebrows is compressed again, and he is almost imperceptible.

The white light in the center of the eyebrows is Fang Wuxie's killer weapon and a life-saving technique. He saw that the white light was suppressed by the three breaths, and he expected that those three breaths must have been generated by the Heaven-Shaking Scroll, trying to control his consciousness. But where do these three breaths come from, and why do you have a very familiar feeling?

Fang Wuxie's thinking was still not very clear, as Xiaoyaozi extracted his flesh and blood essence, and together with Xiaoyaozi's true qi wrapped the three breaths, he slowly remembered all the things, one of the most important things was that not long ago, he was hit by Xiaoyaozi's arrow, and that arrow melted into his hand under his gaze.

Fang Wuxian thought back to the two stone arrows shot by Su Su in the cave of the Forbidden Land of the Hunter Village, and the two sharp arrows that appeared in his dream when he was injured and unconscious, and he suddenly figured out where the three breaths that made him unconscious came from.

These three breaths are clearly the three stone arrows that have been inherited for an unknown number of years in the forbidden cave of the Hunter Village!

But why did the stone arrow he lost in the Valley of the Two-Headed Snake fall into the hands of Xiaoyaozi? And it's the sharp look you had in your dreams?

These questions about the stone arrow only flashed in Fang Wuxie's mind, and they were temporarily filtered out by him. At this time, life and death are imminent, and those who are not too important can only be put aside for the time being. What he wanted to think about was that since these three breaths were transformed by three stone arrows, and the stone arrows had tricked him into suicide in his dreams. I remember that in the dream, it was the Heaven-Shaking Scroll that suddenly appeared to block the arrow for him, which can be regarded as saving his life in the dream.

For a long time, Fang Wuxian thought that the illusions in his dream were brought by the Heaven-Shaking Scroll, but now that he knew that those illusions were brought by stone arrows, then the Heaven-Shaking Scroll was also protecting him.

Where's the Megatron Scroll?

Fang Wuxian closed his eyes and sensed carefully. At this time, Xiaoyaozi's secret method had already extracted his flesh essence to his chest, and at this speed, it wouldn't be long before he should gameover.

The more urgent the situation, the more Fang Wuxian was able to calm down and think calmly. Not only did his consciousness return to normal, but he also entered a state of concentration that he had never felt before.

"Buzz ......"

There was a small buzz in my head, and then I listened closely, and those buzzing sounds were clearly someone chanting. Fang Wuxian tried his best to listen, and he could even clearly hear how those people pronounced the sounds, but he didn't understand what those scales meant.

"Concentration, maybe that's the key to breaking the game." Fang Wuxian told himself to calm down, carefully perceiving the source of the voice, and he didn't know how long it took, but he finally realized that the voice was also coming from the center of his eyebrows, and it was hidden in the white light.

Fang Wuxie's spirit had never been more concentrated, he tried to look into the white light, but unconsciously "walked" into the white light. He was startled when he "walked" into the white light, he used to only perceive the existence of the white light with his inner vision, but now he clearly felt that he had "entered" the white light. His first thought was that Xiaoyaozi had already refined his flesh and blood essence to the sea of knowledge, but as soon as he sensed it, he knew that the refining of the Dao Fruit had only reached his neck.

It's not the essence of the flesh that enters the white light, what is it, is it your own consciousness?

Fang Wuxie's knowledge of cultivation was not very rich, but he also knew that it was impossible for a cultivator to feel the form of consciousness before he had cultivated his divine sense. In other words, a cultivator can only know that his consciousness exists, but he cannot let his consciousness have the feeling that a human body should have.

If consciousness can be perceived and "touched" by the cultivator, then it can be called divine consciousness. Fang Wuxian was a little excited in his heart, and he thought that it wouldn't take long for him to become a Dao fruit and be picked, so he immediately suppressed this excitement, and he (consciousness) "walked" towards the depths of the white light.

This white light is just a small dot in perception, but when you walk in, it seems to be boundless. Fang Wuxian thought of the dream when he was unconscious after the battle with Su Su, he was also in a white void space, and now that he thought about it, there was a chance that that void space was his own sea of knowledge.

I walked for a long time and didn't get out of the range of white light. Fang Wuxie's time was limited, and his consciousness was eager to find the scroll, but he didn't expect that as soon as his eyes closed and opened, a scroll with a faint golden glow had already appeared in front of him.

"Heaven-shattering!" Fang Wuxian recited these three words in his consciousness, but it was not in Huaxia, but in the chanting language that echoed in his mind.

Fang Wuxie's heart was shocked, he wanted to see the contents of the scroll, but he felt dizzy and couldn't see it clearly at all. He "stretched out" to touch it, only to find that the scroll was covered with spikes, which pierced his "palm" and hurt.

The scroll revolved around his consciousness, but he couldn't look at it or touch it. His consciousness was in the white light, but he couldn't control it, he couldn't absorb it.

Fang Wuxian had been standing here for a long time, he knew that he couldn't get anything, this white light and scroll might be magical, but it couldn't help him resist Xiaoyaozi's secret method.

It seems that his sarcastic words just now can also be used on him at this time.

You're so beautiful, you're so beautiful to think!

Fang Wuxian was a little disappointed, he sensed that Xiaoyaozi had already refined his flesh and blood essence into his eyes, although his consciousness was still in the white light, he could clearly sense that the vision of his eyes was declining rapidly, let alone seeing things at night, even seeing people up close had become a problem.

He knew that Xiaoyaozi's secret method was about to end, and once the essence of the flesh was refined into the sea of knowledge, Xiaoyaozi would use the power of divine consciousness to turn him into a Dao fruit that could be "eaten".

But Fang Wuxian didn't want to give up like this, and in his dictionary, he never gave up the word.

He decided to leave his consciousness in the sea of eyebrows, in this white light, behind the Heaven-Shaking Scroll!