Xiaoyaozi was very frightened, his divine sense power was divided into three parts, and it was the strongest means he could use at this time. He could clearly feel where his "essence" was, and he could also feel the power of the divine consciousness in Fang Wuxie's body waiting to pick the Dao fruit, but he couldn't withdraw the part of the divine consciousness that had entered the sea of consciousness.

"Calm down, calm down!" Xiaoyaozi told himself that since he could still feel the power of the three divine senses, it meant that he was not attacked, and although he could not escape from this sea of consciousness at this time, it was expected that it would be okay.

Xiaoyaozi calmed down, sensed carefully, and slowly put his mind at ease. He found that although the once familiar "Little Square of Knowing the Sea" had become an endless cosmic space, and there was no obvious formation of a devouring vortex that absorbed the other party's "divine sense", there were really some things that were absorbed by the essence of the physical body.

Being able to absorb it means that everything is no different from the past. Xiaoyaozi thought that Fang Wuxie's body and secret methods were very mysterious, and it was not surprising that Zhihai was different from ordinary people. Maybe some big people have set up a formation ban in the sea of consciousness here, which is why such a "scene" appears, and the speed of absorbing "divine consciousness" has become very slow.

Xiaoyaozi is not afraid of slowness, when he refined his first disciple, it took two months, he has always been very patient, and he is never afraid to wait. As long as you absorb it bit by bit, there will be a time when the absorption will be completed and refined into a Dao fruit.

Xiaoyaozi thinks so, but this time the speed of refining is really slow, an hour passes, two hours, three, five .......

It's dark, and it's bright again.

A thick fog shrouded the woods, but there was no sign of successful refining in the sea of eyebrows.

Xiaoyaozi's divine consciousness was divided into three parts, one was in Fang Wuxie's consciousness, one was in Fang Wuxie's body, and one remained in the body. He originally thought that refining the Dao Fruit could be completely done in an hour, but he didn't take too many precautions in the outside world, and relied on the traction of the qi machine to let the sword on his waist automatically protect his body.

At this time, looking at the speed of refining, don't think about success without ten and a half days and a half of pulling the moon. But standing here with a "skeleton" like this, in case someone finds out, there is some strong enemy, it will be a little bad.

"We must change to a safe and quiet place to refine the Dao Fruit!" Xiaoyaozi decided so.

He didn't have the ability to wield the power of divine consciousness like a true god realm cultivator, and after three points of one god, he was a little reluctant to even control his own activities. At this time, the divine consciousness in the sea of Fang Wuxian Consciousness could not be recovered, and he could only withdraw the divine consciousness that was about to pick Dao Fruit into his body, which only slightly recovered some of his combat effectiveness.

Xiaoyaozi looked around, listening carefully to the sound, he thought that after the night passed, the snow leopard would quietly wait for him to wake up from retreat not far away, but he didn't expect that there was no snow leopard breath around him at all.

Time waits for no one, Xiaoyaozi can hear the roar of cars whizzing by on the road in the distance, there are so many villages here that it is difficult to guarantee that no one will go into the woods. He couldn't wait for the snow leopard any longer, picked up the stone bow on the ground, turned his body, and headed towards the east.

The reason why it is to the east is because there is a forest farm more than 20 kilometers east of this forest, and the forest farm is the property of the Qin family of the Five Elders, and it is also the place where Xiaoyaozi lived two days ago.

The forest farm is not a base, but because the forest farm is a private property, there is no one nearby, and there is no danger of being discovered.

Xiaoyaozi, who only recovered the two gods, could not resist the wind, not even run quickly, and only completed the twenty-kilometer forest road by noon. The forest farm is the private territory of the Qin family, and there is only one mountain road to the south leading to the town of Eighteen Degrees, not to mention that no one comes here on weekdays, and sometimes no one comes for months.

Guarding the forest farm is an old widower in his sixties, childless, who is alone, has a pug, and does not see a person for a year, and becomes more and more lonely after a long time. A few days ago, the owner arranged for an old man with a fairy wind to live in the forest farm, and the two chatted very happily, choking the old man. Yesterday, Lao Dao went out and never came back, which made the old man worry about it again.

One morning, the old man had just scalded some porridge, and suddenly heard the dog whining, and when he opened the door, he saw that it was the old man who was opening the door. The old man hurriedly ran over to open the door, only to see that there was a skeleton-like person on the head of the old road.

"Old immortal, what's going on?" After all, the old man is older and has some knowledge, and he did not make a fuss when he saw the "dead man" like some young people, but pulled the old man into the gate, looked around, and closed the gate tightly.

"Go back to the house." Xiaoyaozi only has two divine senses in his body, and he is a little uneasy to speak, so be careful when he enters the house. One word at a time: "Only you?" ”

"No one is coming from this place?" The old man looked at the skeleton on Xiaoyaozi's head, the eyes were open, and he was about to ask, when he suddenly felt a heat in his left chest, and heard a "bang" in his ears. He looked down, Lao Dao's index finger pointed at his chest, his body was like a water bag bursting, a stream of heat rushed into his whole body in an instant, he vaguely knew what was happening, and wanted to open his mouth to beg Lao Dao not to kill his dog, but blood gushed out from a mouth, and his eyes were completely dark.

"I'm not going to kill your dog." Xiaoyaozi seemed to hear the old man talking about to die, so he slammed the door shut with a wave of his hand, and sat down cross-legged to concentrate on refining the Dao Fruit.

Xiaoyaozi could feel that after a night's time, the physical essence in the Sea of Fang Wuxian Consciousness had absorbed some "memories", but according to his experience over the years, these "memories" were less than one-thousandth of an ordinary cultivator, and at this rate, it might take two or three years to completely absorb them.

Xiaoyaozi is very patient, but two or three years is really too long, if he is in the Yaochi Holy Land, he may be patient and wait, but this place is not safe at this time, he also urgently needs to get Fang Wuxie's memory, to find a way to open the way to the sky, therefore, he must find a breakthrough.

Xiaoyaozi put his mind back on the divine consciousness in the sea of Fang Wuxian's consciousness, and "wandered" around looking for opportunities. At first, there seemed to be no change in which direction he went, but after nearly a hundred experiments, Xiaoyaozi found that when he controlled the essence of his body to move in one direction, he felt a slight repulsion.

If there is a reaction, it means that there is a problem in that direction. Xiaoyaozi advanced in that direction for more than ten hours, and vaguely saw a little white light ahead.

"There, it's definitely the opportunity to break the game." Xiaoyaozi thought.

Fang Wuxie's divine consciousness hid in the white light, hiding behind the Heaven-Shattering Scroll. He couldn't feel the existence of his body at all, and he couldn't even feel the passage of time because his divine sense was too weak. He guessed that it must have been a long, long time, so long that his divine consciousness also felt cold. It was only at this time that he realized that his divine consciousness could not only perceive pain, but also know warmth and cold.

Moreover, the sense of consciousness is more direct than the physical body, and when it hurts, it is tempting to die immediately, and when it is cold, it feels like the "body" is going to be extinguished.

However, Fang Wuxian didn't touch the golden Heaven-Shaking Scroll again, and he didn't die of pain. Although I felt that the cold was "penetrating to the bones", it did not die out after all. He just listened quietly to the chanting sounds coming from the heaven-shaking scroll, and those sounds might be the unreadable and unrecognizable words on the scroll.

Listening to the sound of chanting, Fang Wuxian gradually relaxed, and he was still a little sleepy in a daze, he thought that too much time must have passed, and his consciousness was tired, so he simply didn't force himself to think, and he really "fell asleep".

Fang Wuxie, who was "asleep", had a dream, and a huge battlefield appeared in the dream, and at a glance, hundreds of millions of monk armies were killing and fighting between heaven and earth, foreign beasts on the ground were charging, and divine birds in the sky were spreading their wings. In the "enemy" camp, there was a man whose face could not be seen clearly covered the sky with one hand, and he killed 10,000 people with one finger, and no one could stop his footsteps, and he came straight to "him".

He stood in the depths of his own camp, saw the man coming, stood with a longbow in his hand, and the blood-colored sky suddenly rose, blocking the man's great magical powers, and then controlled the string with his right hand, and an arrow came out of thin air, and the vitality between heaven and earth quickly converged towards the arrow, stirring the wind and thunder.

The man had rushed forward in a short time, and with a punch that seemed to fill the heavens and the earth, and at this moment, his right hand was loosened, and the arrow had been fired.

The fists and arrows struck, the heavens and the earth trembled angrily, the vitality scattered and soared, and all the people who touched it turned into ashes.

With a wave of the man's hand, tens of thousands of people from the nearby battlefield were sent into the distance. He took a deep breath, and all the people who had not had time to escape were shattered to death, turning into a mist of blood that he sucked into his abdomen, stretched out his hand to put on the bowstring, and another arrow came out of thin air......

Fang Wuxie's dream seemed to be very long, and it seemed to be very short. In a daze, he felt as if something was flying out of his body, which made him feel a sense of loss, and he woke up from his dream.

There was no end in sight to the white light, and the golden scrolls surrounded him, as if everything was no different from before "sleeping", but Fang Wuxian felt strange, of course, because of that dream, but also because he seemed to really feel that something was flowing out of his body.

Fang Wuxian "closed his eyes" and carefully perceived, he found that sure enough, some things were being lost, and some things were getting closer and closer to him.

"Is it finally time to come?"

Fang Wuxian guessed that what he had lost was part of his "divine sense", and what was getting closer and closer to him must be his own physical essence.

The sense of passage became stronger and stronger, but Fang Wuxian did not feel that there was anything missing in "himself", but in the process of listening to the chanting, he also found that the "body" seemed to become more condensed.

Everything left and right is not under his control, and Fang Wuxian is allowed to develop.

I don't know how long it took, Fang Wuxian could clearly sense that the flesh essence was getting closer and closer to him, but the speed was getting slower and slower, as if there was a kind of repulsion between the "divine sense" and the flesh essence.

However, this repulsion should have been overcome by Xiaoyaozi, who kept getting closer and closer despite the slowdown, and finally came to him, and he also saw that the flesh essence was a red ball about the size of him.

A vague figure of a carefree child manifested from the red orb, his eyes extremely surprised, and extremely excited and greedy. Although Xiaoyaozi didn't speak, Fang Wuxian clearly sensed what Xiaoyaozi was about to say: "Your sea of knowledge is as big as the universe, but we can meet like this, it's really fate!" ”