The meditation method at the level of a second-level wizard feels different!

This is the only thought that is on the mind of the tongue right now. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 But after a short period of emotion, his mind immediately immersed himself in deep meditation.

The content and method of meditation at the second-level wizard level of the "Senluo Ten Thousand Worlds Meditation Method" have also changed from the previous level. One of the most important changes is that there are more steps that require the Witch to cooperate.

The witch soul of the dialect has been silent in the depths of the sea of consciousness for recuperation after being determined to be in the form of a crow, but when the mind of the dialect began to operate according to the content of the "Senluo Ten Thousand Worlds Meditation Method", his witch soul couldn't help but bloom with the power of a white soul and also participated in the process of meditation.

A mystical and complex meditative pattern gradually appeared in the consciousness with the visualization of the dialect.

At first, the meditative pattern was a simple line, but as the dialect continued to contemplate it, the content of the lines began to expand and change, and gradually became more complex.

Finally, when the meditation pattern was finally finalized, almost every line before it became an independent, complex three-dimensional rune with different shapes.

After the successful finalization, these three-dimensional rune structures of different sizes began to operate according to a special trajectory, forming a well-layered three-dimensional rune array. And this operation seems to be spontaneous in meditation, not at all controlled and influenced by the subjective consciousness of the dialect.

The three-dimensional runes, as if accidental and inevitable, are both attracted to each other and not lack of repulsion, but they are all under the constraints of a special rule, according to the predetermined trajectory of continuous operation.

A trace of mystical aura was inadvertently revealed from the process of these runes, and was captured by the keen mind of the dialect.

Fang Yan's heart moved, as if he had captured some information from these mysterious breaths, and he couldn't help but deliberately separate a wisp of his mind to ponder, but he couldn't see clearly like seeing flowers in the fog.

After trying hard for a while and still without any results, a sigh sounded in Fang Yan's consciousness, and he had to reluctantly give up this move and concentrate on visualizing the meditation pattern.

Time flies.

Two hours passed quickly.

From the outside world, immersed in the dialect of deep meditation, the whole person is like a statue carved out of stone, and there is hardly any breath on the body.

At this moment, the spiritual sea of dialects is no longer as empty as it was just now, but compared to the previous scene full of silver brilliance, it is still much inferior.

A small cloud of dense mist-like spiritual power is increasing at the moment with the meditation of the dialect.

This mist spiritual power is a special mental power state that can only be produced under extremely special circumstances, between gaseous spiritual power and liquid spiritual power.

Although the quality of this mist spiritual power is much larger than that of gaseous spiritual power, due to its extremely poor stability, it cannot be used for operations that require stability such as spellcasting, so it can only be used as a transitional stage in the wizarding system.

For example, at this moment, when the spiritual power of the dialect evolves from the gaseous state to the liquid state, this special spiritual power will definitely be born first.

Fang Yan's mind did not fluctuate in the slightest, and he was still methodically contemplating the three-dimensional rune array according to the meditation method.

As time continued to pass, Fang Yan's body no longer only had spiritual power accumulation in the spiritual sea, but also began to have spiritual power factors gradually emerging in some cells inside his body.

It's just that unlike those mist-like spiritual powers in the spiritual sea, these spiritual powers that appear in the cells of the dialect's body all contain a trace of special life origin breath.

Dialects are waiting for these spiritual powers!

Just after these special spiritual powers accumulated a certain amount in the body cells of the dialect, the dialect's mind moved, and suddenly a wisp of consciousness mobilized these special spiritual powers, and continued to converge in the direction of the spiritual sea.

Soon, the first wisp of special spiritual power came to the spiritual sea of dialects.

Burst!

The weight of special spiritual power was indeed a little too small compared to the original misty spiritual power in the spiritual sea, and the two basically did not make any waves after they came into contact, and the former was melted by the latter.

However, the original misty spiritual power in the spiritual sea was also quietly dyed with a faint breath of life origin.

As time passed, wisps of special spiritual power mixed with the breath of the origin of life in dialects slowly melted into those misty spiritual powers in the spiritual sea.

At the beginning, due to the small number of those special life origin breaths, the mist spiritual power could not see any difference from before, but as the amount of those special spiritual powers reached a certain level, this change gradually became obvious.

Finally, when the misty spiritual power fused with the life origin breath reached a medium point-

Click!

On the surface of the misty spiritual power, which was already quite small, suddenly an extra layer of crystals with a faint blood color appeared. This layer of blood-colored crystals condensed by the life origin breath in Fang Yan's body just firmly surrounded that misty spiritual power.

"Hum—"

This mass of crystals wrapped in misty spiritual power trembled slightly at some point, and the movement first went small to large, and finally even became like a heart. Even if someone can see the situation in Fang Yan's body at this moment, they will find that this blood-colored crystal in the sea of Fang Yan's consciousness is beating closer and closer to his heart.

By the end of the day, the beating frequency of the two has even become exactly the same.

At this time, from the outside, Fang Yan's face suddenly turned red. After a while, not only his face, but even the entire exposed part of his body began to show an unnatural flush.

Fang Yan's feeling at this time was also suffering, and the beating of the crystal in the spiritual sea directly hooked his heart and provoked the qi and blood in his whole body to continue to surge. No matter how much he uses his consciousness to suppress it, he can't suppress it.

But soon, Fang Yan stopped worrying about this, because something more troublesome happened to him.

The changes in the spiritual sea and the surging of qi and blood all over the body made the power of the crow bloodline, which had always been very peaceful in the dialect's body, also begin to stir, and there was a kind of warm-up rhythm of the bloodline before evolution.

But at this moment, what the dialect is doing is not the evolution of the bloodline, but the sublimation of spiritual power. Not long ago, Fang Yan had already undergone a small atavism of the bloodline, which had exhausted all his bloodline heritage.

With his current accumulation, if he carries out the evolution of his bloodline while sublimating his spiritual power, he will inevitably have only one end of failure.

After perceiving the abnormal restlessness of his own bloodline, Fang Yan couldn't help but feel a headache, and the first reaction in his heart was to quickly suppress the restlessness of the power of his bloodline. But his current liquefaction of spiritual power has reached a very critical place, and he can't be distracted at all.

As the blood-colored crystals in the spiritual sea of dialects hooked up the heart, gathering the origin of qi and blood in the whole body, the mist spiritual power in the crystallized body was also slowly transforming towards the liquid spiritual power.

But at this moment, the blood of the crow in the body came out to make trouble again.

What to do?

For a while, there were thoughts in Fang Yan's consciousness that kept flashing, and he tried to think of a solution.

However, time waited for no one, and before Fang Yan could come up with any effective solution, the restlessness of the crow bloodline in his body had already begun to become intense, and there were even faint signs of interfering with the liquefaction of spiritual power.

Fang Yan smiled bitterly in his heart, he now had some understanding, no wonder why there were so few wizards who chose different factions to double cultivate in the wizarding world. Moreover, even if there are two lines of dual cultivation like myself, one of them is the main one, and the other is supplemented. And the hierarchical gap between the two is usually very large.

At this moment, it seems that in addition to the arrangement of energy, the differences between the different factions must also be considered.

The bloodline of the raven chosen by the dialect is okay, and it does not conflict with the darkness and space that he majored in the elemental system. And his fundamental way, the "Lord of the World", is able to encompass all things and encapsulate most of the forces in the world...... But even so, when the difference between the two power levels is too close, they will still encounter such a situation like now, interfering with each other when they are advancing.

Hey...... That's right, Lord of the World!!

Fang Yan's heart suddenly flashed with a hint of inspiration, but he thought of how to solve his current crisis.

Do it when you think of it, and the current situation is too late for Fang Yan to continue to hesitate.

Fang Yan strives to separate a wisp of consciousness from the mind, and this wisp of consciousness is definitely not enough to suppress the restlessness of the bloodline, but it can still be used to communicate with the wizard crystals in the spiritual sea and transmit a signal to the Senluo world inside.

The signal roared, Fang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and didn't let him wait too long, almost the next moment the signal entered the Senluo world, a clear but slightly playful voice sounded in the spiritual sea of Fang Yan.

"Deity, are you looking for me, I'm still busy here!"

It was the soul clone that the dialect had once separated.

This soul clone was originally just a very faint soul body with only basic instinct consciousness, and it was used by dialects to manage the daily operation of the reincarnation city.

Originally, Fang Yan was planning to cultivate this soul clone as the Heavenly Dao of the Senluo World, so he didn't give him too many emotions.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that in the process of the soul clone being in charge of the operation of the reincarnation city, he also absorbed the spiritual energy that overflowed from many players in the reincarnation city. And these spiritual energies that contain a lot of players' emotional factors not only nourish the origin of the soul clone stronger and stronger, but also supplement and improve his originally very mechanical and dull character.

It's just that I don't know why, this soul clone that should have the same personality as Fang Yan has become much younger than Fang Yan's mental age, and he likes to complain and nag when he has nothing to do.

The consciousness of the dialect came out angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, Senluo, come and help!" ”

At this time, as he delayed for a little longer, the restlessness of the crow blood in his body became more and more intense, if he continued like this, Fang Yan would definitely fail to condense the liquid spiritual power this time. When the time comes, it will not be said that it will fall short, but it will take a lot of time to recuperate before it can be done again.

The soul clone named "Sen Luo" by the dialect seems to be aware of the current critical situation of the deity. Regardless of the fact that he still had to preside over the operation of the Reincarnation City, the soul clone immediately emerged from the carrier "Wizard Crystal" in the Senluo World after initiating the procedure of temporary custody of the Reincarnation City.

A humanoid phantom condensed by a faint streamer suddenly appeared in the spiritual sea of dialects.

There is no nonsense in the dialect, and he directly exchanges his memories with the soul clone. The two are originally one, but the dialect, as the Buddha-figure, has the power to open or not to exchange memories.

The soul clone, who had thought that something big had happened, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief after understanding the current situation from Fang Yan's memory.

It turned out that it was just to suppress the restlessness of the bloodline for the deity, a small problem!

There was no nonsense, the soul clone immediately began to act, and he, who had the same root as the dialect itself, naturally suppressed the restless crow bloodline with ease.

Feeling that the blood veins in his body were no longer restless, Fang Yan couldn't help but feel a sense of relief in his heart. He is also not polite to the soul clone, the two themselves are one, what is the point of saying kind words to himself.

The soul clone "Sen Luo" didn't care, and after seeing that there was nothing to help him here, he immediately returned to the world of Sen Luo after saying hello to Fang Yan casually.

Although there is a temporary escrow program to help, the soul clone that is the center of the operation of the city of reincarnation will have some problems if it has been gone for a long time.

……

The transformation of spiritual power is an extremely slow process, and the dialect has maintained its previous state for another week, and the entire transformation process has finally come to an end.

At this moment, the blood-colored crystal in the spiritual sea of dialects had shrunk to one-tenth of its original volume, and it looked like it was only the size of a walnut.

On the afternoon of the eighth day, the dialect, which had been motionless for a week like a stone sculpture, finally moved again.

Fang Yan's eyes suddenly opened, and he only heard a click in his head—the blood-colored crystal in the spiritual sea suddenly had a crack on its surface.

Immediately afterwards, the second crack resurfaced, and the third ...... Fourth Silk ......

Gradually, more and more cracks began to appear on the surface of the blood-colored crystals. Some of the finest fragments are also beginning to slowly detach from the surface. The blood-colored crystals are getting smaller and smaller......

It wasn't until only the size of a grain of rice was left that it finally showed the innermost core.

It was a small drop of water the size of a pinpoint, unusually viscous, quietly suspended above the spiritual sea of dialects.