"A spiritual weapon is not trivial, Senior Sister Mo's group of people will definitely not give up, and the secret of the "Jiaofu Huangquan Map" on my body has also been slightly leaked now, what should I do? Leaving the Feather Gate? No, if I had cultivated to the Divine Power Secret Realm, it would be okay to leave the Feather Gate, but now that I have left, I am afraid that I will not be able to bear it if any person comes to chase and kill? ”

Outside Yuhua Mountain, deep in the stretching barren mountains, in a hidden valley, Fang Tangjing took the "Jiaofu Yellow Spring Map" and watched it over and over. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He was not in the Purple Electric Peak now, but let the Crane Fairy fly out on his back again, and flew thousands of miles away from Yuhua Mountain, in an unknown barren mountain, before landing.

As for the crane fairy, he said some formulas of "Yuanchen Spiritual Technique", and after the specific exercises, he deceived them in a few words. Now it's time to ponder "Jiaofu Huangquan Tu".

In this legend, the picture of the Emperor Huangquan is now worn by Fang Tang Mirror, and he feels that it is a hot potato, and it is absolutely impossible to throw it away, and it seems to be extremely unsafe not to throw it away.

At this time, on the picture, in the quiet Huangquan River, in addition to the last time I received a "wolf seven smoke", there is indeed a flying sword, this flying sword, without a sword handle, is a pure iron ice crystal, on which are depicted countless hieroglyphs, is a wind, these wind characters, and form an article, a array, keep running, like the sun sets, endless.

Fang Tangjing is now reading the "Worlds" hard and knows some knowledge of magic weapons.

The wind text on this "Spirit Wind Sword" is mana, and the article is a large array. It is precisely with the large array of mana condensed that this sword can have magical power.

"How can I take it out? And even if I take it out, the spirit weapon that has been refined by the blood sacrifice, I can't drip blood again, unless there is a master of the secret realm of supernatural powers, using his own powerful mana, to erase the blood spirit of the original master. ”

Fang Tangjing touched the picture, and the picture of Jiaofu Huangquan was still an ordinary picture.

He knew that even if he took out the "Spirit Wind Sword", unless he begged Fang Qingxue and used his magical power to erase the "Blood Spirit" inside, he would not be able to drip blood for refining.

Because all magic weapons and spiritual weapons have been refined by real fire when they have just been baked, and the mana contained in them is very pure, without any thoughts, it is a ball of innocent power. Whoever dripped his own blood could control this power.

"It's better to cultivate the Yuanchen Spiritual Technique first!"

After thinking about it for a long time, Fang Tangjing still practiced the "Yuanchen Spiritual Technique" that he had just obtained from the mouth of the "Crane Fairy".

He sat cross-legged, pressed the "Tianmen Acupoint" in the center of his head with one hand, adjusted all his spirit, and put it in the Tianmen Acupoint above his head.

"The son wants to immortalize and cultivate the gate of heaven!"

Gradually, according to the method of exercising the spirit of Yuanchen's spiritual technique, he first imagined that his Tianmen Cave was a dark world.

This kind of imagination means that my understanding of the brain is dark.

Subsequently, he imagined that the blood, bone marrow, internal organs, and fascia of his whole body had turned into a pure white color, and the vitality and essence were as white as the feathers of a crane, and gradually rose to reach the ** part of his heavenly gate.

What this means is to use the essence of the body to dispel the darkness of the brain and know yourself.

The meaning of imagination is very profound.

In this imagination, Fang Tangjing clearly felt that his body seemed to be being emptied step by step, and all the qi and blood essence of his body turned into light to illuminate his brain.

There is some emptiness in the body.

Exercising his spirit and cultivating the potential of his brain requires the support of a strong physique, and he finally understood this truth.

Fortunately, his body was several times stronger than that of ordinary masters of the Divine Courage Realm, especially the medicinal power of the Nine Aperture Golden Pill was in the bone marrow, and the essence was even stronger.

Gradually, the dark world of the ** part of Tianmen was illuminated by this white light essence, and gradually dispelled the darkness, and in the dark and distant depths, Fang Tang Mirror vaguely saw that there was a quaint, heavy, round and not round, like a square stone gate. The texture on the gate is rich and delicate, one by one, as if it were a ravine of the brain.

The appearance of the whole brain turned out to be a portal of supernatural powers.

"This is, the Divine Gate! Break through this door of supernatural powers, and you will be able to reach the secret realm of supernatural powers! Fang Tang Jing said in his heart, trying his best to use his spirit, imagining his qi and blood as white light, shining in Tianmen's mind.

However, no matter how he shone it, there was more and more black fog in Tianmen's mind. I can't even see the "Divine Door" clearly, let alone open this mysterious door in my mind.

Even if he knew that his biggest secret should be hidden inside this magical gate, he was helpless.

Whew! Whew!

Finally, feeling that he was very tired and wanted to sleep, Fang Tangjing quickly woke up, and all imagination was dispersed from his mind.

"So weak! It is no wonder why those who suffer from lovesickness are emaciated day by day, and the mental consumption is stronger than the physical consumption. ”

After exercising Yuanchen's spiritual technique, Fang Tangjing felt that he was sluggish, and rested for a while before recovering.

But when he recovered, he felt that his ears and eyes were clear, and his mind was much more flexible, and he seemed to be able to imagine what his head and brain looked like.

"Give it a try with a drop of blood, anyway, this place is a barren mountain and a wild mountain, and I'm not afraid of any disappearance caused by this picture."

The cultivation of Yuanchen Spiritual Technique has achieved a small success, but Fang Tangjing is far from reaching the realm of psychic. The main reason is not that it is caused by other factors, but that his body can't keep up and his nutrition is not enough, so he needs more time to accumulate, and he can't "achieve it overnight" as he originally expected.

But he had a general understanding of the human spirit, the flesh.

In the current situation, he has been able to grasp the SEED state better, and it is easier to trigger and enter this state.

Originally, if it was just luck, now I gradually have a feeling that I can turn passive into active, and I only need to stimulate myself mentally to almost make myself enter this state.

The easiest way is the thrill of life and death.

And the most troublesome way is self-hypnosis.

The former is simple, so it's almost a must.

The latter is troublesome, and most of them may not succeed once after many attempts.

Of course, this is much better than having to try your luck to succeed.

Right now, it's not the time to think about this, but to get down to business.

Hi!

Biting his finger, blood suddenly dripped out, and every drop flowed to the "Jiaofu Huangquan Map".

Strange things happened.

This picture, like cotton, absorbed the blood of Fang Tang Mirror one by one, and Fang Tang Mirror clearly saw that there were slight waves in the Huangquan River on the picture.

At the same time, my own mind seems to be connected to this picture with flesh and blood.

Suddenly, Fang Tangjing felt a wisp of his spirit, and fell into the picture of the Huangquan River, all sides were rolling waves, a piece of earth yellow, the spirit was swimming in the river, and he saw the "Spirit Wind Sword" in the river.

So, Fang Tangjing used his spirit to grab it.

Flutter!

In a flash of fine light, this spiritual wind sword actually flew out of the Huangquan River in the picture and fell into Fang Tangjing's hand, cutting Fang Tangjing's palm again, and blood penetrated into it, and suddenly, there was a feeling of flesh and blood connected, which reached his heart.

"This Spirit Wind Sword was refined by my blood? It's impossible, it has been refined by someone else's blood sacrifice, and it needs a master of the secret realm of supernatural powers to erase the spirit of blood, could it be that this Jiaofu Huangquan Diagram, in addition to collecting other people's magic weapons, also has the effect of erasing the spiritual imprint of blood? In that case, I'm developed! ”

Fang Tangjing thought in his heart, his spirit moved, and he fluttered!

The large array inside the Spirit Wind Sword was running, and a galloping wind galloped away, surrounded by sword light, cutting off a small tree with a thick bowl mouth a thousand steps away from him.

In Fang Tangjing's heart, he was suddenly ecstatic!