"If we had known, we would have comprehended this soul bone by ourselves, and Dan Dan would not have to suffer this sin. The middle-aged man, who was as strong as an ox, said.

"Da Niu, with your understanding, I'm afraid you've wasted your soul bones in vain. ”

"Dead fatty, then I'm better than you. ”

......

The medicated bath would continue for a few more hours, leaving a few people to stand by, while others withdrew and made their way to the outer courtyard, but the argument continued.

"Big cows, fat people, they are all big and small, how can you still know how to fight all day long. On the stone bench in the outer courtyard, Shi Anyuan laughed softly, usually in front of the children, he rarely smiled.

"What Brother An Yuan said is that I don't care about this old cow. ”

"I'm too lazy to talk to you fat man. ”

The two still don't forgive each other.

"Okay, didn't the village chief say that Dandan's chance of comprehending that soul bone is greater. Liu Daman put aside the two people who were arguing, and went straight to sit down beside Shi Anyuan.

"An Yuan, I decided to go to the source of the Bihong Lake next time I hunted, do you think?" asked Liu Daman.

Shi Anyuan looked at the green mountains in the distance, turned his head after half a sound, and said seriously: "Although I don't know why there is such a harvest, there will definitely be a reason for it, so be careful when you go again." ”

"Well, that's what I thought too. Liu Daman replied, and then elaborated on some details of this hunt and discussed it with Shi Anyuan.

Once, it was the two of them who led the hunting, and later Shi Anyuan lost an arm in the green mountains, so he stayed in the village to teach the juniors.

In the inner courtyard, the medicinal bath continues.

Yiheng sat in the ding, and the huge spirit yuan mixed in the medicinal liquid continued to infiltrate into the body under the effect of the inscription, which naturally included the fierce and violent white spirit dragon.

Even though the white spirit dragon's body writhed violently, the struggle never stopped, but with the blessing of the inscription, there seemed to be an invisible thrust, forcing it towards Yiheng's body.

The body of the white spirit dragon gradually distorted a little, after all, it was invincible to the mysterious power in the inscription, and turned into a little bit of Bai Yuan and began to infiltrate. Although the spirit element is infiltrated little by little, the feeling of explosion is inexplicably strong.

Yiheng even felt that the white spirit yuan actually converged again in his blood, turning into a white spirit dragon again, exuding bursts of cold air, roaring and wandering wantonly. Even the breathing method he ran was a little uncontrollable.

Without the pressure of the power of the inscription, the white spirit dragon seemed to be even more manic and violent, and where it passed, small cracks faintly appeared in Yiheng's veins.

Although Yiheng can't see it with the naked eye, he can clearly perceive it. Especially the tearing feeling, as if there were thousands of knives cut on his body, and the pain was unstoppable.

It can be clearly seen from the outside that where the white spirit dragon passed, Yiheng's skin and flesh were bulging, as if there was really a small snake swimming in Yiheng's body.

The old village chief who was waiting on the side saw all this. It was not a good thing to let a large and violent spirit element roam freely in the body. At worst, the tendons and veins will be damaged and affect the practice, and at the worst, the tendon pulses will burst and die on the spot.

"The gods have brought you to the village, and they will not leave you. ”

The old village chief was so anxious that he tugged at his beard, but he couldn't help Yiheng, the white spirit dragon had already entered his body, and the only thing he could do was pray silently on the side.

The previous mixed blood-colored spirit elements were all spread out all over the body after entering the body, blending into flesh and blood, and turning into bones, which is the strangeness of the inscription, so that the body will not burst out without support.

Then, you only need to run the breathing method and mobilize the flesh and bones of the whole body to "breathe" together, and you can introduce many spiritual elements into the sea of life and cleanse the life grid.

However, the white spirit dragon was consciously confronting Yiheng, going crazy and rushing in Yiheng's blood, aimlessly colliding.

It's not because the power of the inscription is not strong enough, but the latter is too domineering, and it has already entered Yiheng's body, and the ferocity and rage are fully displayed.

The soul bones that have gone through countless years, just a trace of residual power, are so amazing. It's hard to imagine what kind of existence the owner of this soul bone must have been in the first place?

"Stay clear and don't stop breathing. The old village chief solemnly reminded, and a trace of unbearability flashed in his eyes.

Yiheng endured the tearing pain of the white spirit dragon as it swam, and the corners of his mouth were gradually distorted. He could feel that there was blood mixed with the coldness released by the white spirit element, oozing out of the veins.

He could only silently run the breathing method, he didn't know how he would overcome the current problem, but he knew that he had to get through it, and he would definitely be able to get through it.

The stinging pain of flesh and bones around his body, coupled with the tearing of his muscles and veins, even if he was extremely resolute in the past, his consciousness was gradually blurred. Only the breathing method that has been running all year round is still going on instinctively.

The bronze tripod was still throbbing with heat, and beads of sweat and liquid were mixed with each other, constantly rolling down from Yiheng's bare skin.

Yiheng's body was already stiff, and he didn't move a bit, as if he had been numb. If it weren't for the faint breathing that continued, the old village chief might have dragged Yiheng out of the tripod.

The irascible white spirit dragon roamed freely in Yiheng's body, from top to bottom, from front to back, as if venting his dissatisfaction.

Chirping.

Suddenly, there was a soft sound from nowhere, very crisp and very low, like the door of a broken hut in a long uninhabited place being blown by an invisible wind, and like a manhole cover that had been dusty for countless years, being gently removed.

The sound was very soft, not even the sound of the boiling of the medicinal liquid, so that the old village chief did not notice it at all. However, the white spirit dragon that was flowing wantonly in Yiheng's body suddenly stagnated after this low and crisp sound.

Then, the white spirit dragon turned out to be like a child who had made a mistake and met an elder, and changed his previous indulgence and became extremely well-behaved. With the breath of Yiheng's body, the white spirit dragon slowly flowed towards the sea of life as if it was asleep.

At this time, in the sea of Yiheng's life, in the white vastness, a huge black coffin appeared. On the surface of the coffin, which is as black as ink, there is a complicated picture and text, which is actually an incomparably intricate inscription.

On the inscription, there is a blood-colored red light that appears and flickers from time to time, as if someone has carved it directly with blood. But the strange thing is that on the entire inscription, you can't feel the slightest bit of blood, and it looks like the most monotonous red in the world, very pure.

Chirping.

The crisp and low voice sounded again, the ink coffin was half-opened, and a blood-red light burst out from the opening, followed by an incomparably mad smell of blood, and even the surrounding white nothingness seemed to have faded a lot in an instant.

Then, a black flame rose and began to spread outward, and there was a faint whistling sound between the flutters, crisp and loud, but terrifying and murderous.

The Yuan Stream that gathered the Sea of Life was as if it had been summoned, and at this time, it was frantically fluttering in the Sea of Life, and it was converging towards the black coffin, like a line of rain falling sharply.

In just a moment, the black coffin was surrounded by huge black flames, and the scarlet glowing inside was faintly visible, like the eyes of a monster. And around, a huge blood-colored spirit element vortex appeared.

Knock knock knock......

Suddenly, there seemed to be a sound of a hard object hitting and hitting inside the ink coffin, once, twice, three times...... The voice is clear and powerful, with a special rhythm, and if you listen to it from a distance, you may mistake it for the heartbeat of a fierce beast in the depths of the green mountains.

With this special rhythm, the spirit elements gathered around him circled as if they had heard incomparably beautiful strings, and they moved closer to the center again.

A stream of Lingyuan came into contact with the black flame, making a clattering sound, like a moth going to the flame, and he was also burning, but he was willing.

Syllable.

The black coffin seemed to be hanging in the air, because with the burning of the spirit element, a drop of blood-red spirit yuan like a lotion began to fall, falling into the void below, making a faint sound.

Then, suddenly, a faint flame danced from under the black coffin, instantly dispelling the white nothingness around it. If you look closely, the flames seem to rise from the deep ravine, thin and tenacious.

The Lingyuan emulsion fell drop by drop, and wisps of faint flames spread with it.

Because of the endless painful torture, Yiheng has become numb, and the whole person is almost asleep, in a state of seeming to be asleep, and time seems to be frozen.

I don't know the time, it seems to be a drop of cold water, which falls on my forehead, and Yiheng gradually wakes up.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a huge blood-colored vortex, and in the center of the vortex was an abyss-black mass of flames burning and scarlet flickering.

Knock knock knock......

Yiheng felt that the center of the whirlpool was like a heart beating, strong and with a special rhythm. What made him strange was that at some point, his breath had also silently changed.

The rhythm of the breath echoes the "heartbeat", as if the piano felt the beautiful rhythm and the harmony appeared. Everything is natural, it's like instinct.

"Is this a breathing method?" Yiheng doubted, feeling this different special rhythm, shocked and surprised at the same time.

Yiheng felt that with this mysterious breathing method, the spirit yuan that entered the body was actually as obedient and obedient as a lamb, and among them, it naturally included the white spirit dragon that was extremely violent before.

This white spirit dragon has come to Yiheng's sea of life at some point, because he can even "see" the other party clearly now. The arrogance and uninhibition are no longer there, in a prostrate posture, slowly sliding towards the center of the whirlpool, faintly scattered.

Yiheng was surprised, and the changes that happened in his body were beyond his imagination. Why is there a Spirit Yuan Vortex formed in the Sea of Life, and what is the black mass in the center of the vortex that is dazzling red?

Everything seems to be illusory, but it is real.

Although this is his life, Yiheng doesn't know exactly what caused the current change, but in short, the result is still good.

Being able to clearly sense the sea of life and look at himself inwardly shows that he has already enlightened the spirit, but the enlightenment is still continuing.

He could feel that the white spirit dragon faintly exuded a faint aura, as if it was resisting the suction, but it looked timid and afraid.

In the center of the whirlpool, the scorching sound continued, drops of Lingyuan emulsion dripped down, wisps of faint flames rose, and the fire of the sea of life continued to expand.

When the fire of life is extreme, it is naturally complete with a complete enlightenment.

There was no time to look more, Yiheng hurriedly gathered his mind, carefully experienced this mysterious breathing method, and wanted to remember this mysterious rhythm, he could feel the extraordinary nature of the mysterious breathing method.

Breathing, like the rhythm of music, has different beauty in different rhythms, and it is very important for practitioners.

This mysterious breathing method, although the origin is unknown, can subdue the white spirit dragon, which is naturally very unusual. Yiheng quietly experienced, for some reason, he had an inexplicable affinity in his heart.

He couldn't bear the severe pain just now, and he was already in a coma, but his body instinctively followed the rhythm and changed the tone of breathing.

When he learned the breathing method passed down in the village, it took him half a year to get his entire body to breathe.

Although it is very puzzling, it is even more mysterious.