The living are afraid of fire, the dead are afraid of light and heat, and the area around the Magma River is naturally an excellent place to prevent prying eyes. However, there are always some accidents, such as the shadow of the soul and the dead body between life and death. The Shadow will die if it is close to the Magma River for a long time, but it is not as fragile as the Scorpion, its body is made of dead bones, and it is more resistant to heat and cold, so where the Scorpion can't go, the Shadow can go.

The ironhead man was wary of scorpions, but he didn't think about mosquitoes smaller than scorpions. Physical cultivation is not good at perception, a few small shadows stained the iron-headed man's clothes to hide his vitality, and after withstanding the heat, he followed all the way, and finally saw the truth.

The Ironhead is indeed cautious. He walked into the mining area, changed his body again, this time it was decent, and he couldn't find the kind in the pile of embarrassment, and then quickly changed his clothes, and actually smashed the magma stone in the mining area for a long time, and then followed a team of monks up the mountainside.

After arriving at the mountainside for a long time, this guy followed a fat man, carrying a large package, and went straight to a gloomy cemetery on the top of the mountain...... The fat man seems to be coming to deliver something, and this person seems to be a little guy. The things were delivered, and the fat man took the little guy back to the mountainside, and everything was normal.

But Yan San knew that this little guy was no longer the original little guy, or that this little guy was the real little guy.

In the cemetery, the fake little guy sighed, and his body was short and short, and finally revealed his true face. Yan San, who knew the truth, almost laughed out loud: it turned out to be him! The crying boy who followed the tombstone, it was hard to believe that he could become such a tall bamboo pole!

Before he could look at it again, the white-haired tombstone in the distance turned his head with his eyes closed, his eyes opened slightly, and he saw a filament-like knife light rapidly growing in his line of sight, Yan San's peeping eyes, no, the eyes of the broken void suddenly turned black, and the shadow died heroically. However, it's worth it, and you deserve to die.

I didn't think it was a tombstone! What was going on? Why did he help me?

Yan San scratched his head, unable to figure it out. If you can't figure it out, you don't want to, Yan Sanyi is immersed in the surprise brought to him by the crying boy.

This introductory knowledge came too timely, waiting to point out a clear path for Yan San, who was groping in the dark. Not only physical cultivation, but also spiritual cultivation, from the first element to the fourth-order mixed element, all the introductions are readily available. There is no soul cultivation, but Yan San doesn't need it either, having Guo Ergou's memory is better than anything else.

Yan Sanyi verified that he practiced all the way, and sure enough, he took a lot of detours. For example, in physical cultivation, with the help of various special heaven and earth spiritual treasures, washing hair and marrow, easy tendons and forging bones, can further strengthen the strength of the body, in this regard, Yan San completely relies on blood crystals and waves to dig hard, and has actually reached the current achievements, fortunately, it is still too late, as long as it does not reach the 'not bad' realm of Dacheng, the foundation can continue to be consolidated.

For example, the sea of qi encountered by the spiritual cultivator Yan San disappeared without a trace, and in the description of the bone book, it was a legendary extremely high realm, the heaven, the earth, and the sea of atmosphere. Without the sea of qi, heaven and earth are the sea of qi, there are no meridians, and there are meridians everywhere in the body. Heaven and earth are me, I am heaven and earth, the Tao is natural, and I have integrated into nature. Although it is a slight exaggeration, it is dozens of times faster than ordinary monks to absorb and mobilize the vitality of heaven and earth. The root of spiritual cultivation is to borrow the power of heaven and earth, and this sea of heaven and earth qi has already touched the essence of spiritual cultivation, and it is difficult to think about it in the future.

And the tornado vortex in Yan San's body is just as he guessed, the final stage of Ning Yuan is a stupid kung fu of terrazzo, as long as it is warmed with abundant spirit yuan every day, the condensed spirit core will gradually and completely invade and integrate into the body, and after the spirit core is stable, it will naturally enter the next stage without shackles.

Knowing that he had been groping blindly for so long and not going off a lot, Yan San suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, soul cultivation and spiritual cultivation could not be put down, anyway, there was a split soul, and it was okay to use two minds, and when all the three cultivations reached the third order, at that time, the physical body would be strong, the mind would be smart, and the heaven and earth would be close, and the strength would definitely step to a new level.

When the time comes, with the tenfold increase of the Night Floating Slaughter, there should be few rivals within the third order, even the fourth order, at least he can save his life! The Night Floating Slaughter has faintly moved recently, and it should be about to break the cocoon.

By the way, the strength of soul cultivation is not only the perception and thinking sharpness, but also the weird soul magic and powerful puppets, and that natural maniac seems to have moved these days. After letting the blood go for so long, at least it could fill a small pond, if it weren't for Yan San's strong body and quick recovery, even ten people would have been drained, which was also the fundamental reason why Yan San's cultivation had not advanced an inch since he entered the third order.

Qi and blood have had such a big hole for a long time, and it is strange that the physical body can still be refined.

These are all things that cannot be rushed, and the only thing that can improve the strength now is the only way left to be martial arts. The crying boy's set of punches came down, and Yan San also understood what it meant at this time. That represents all the methods of using the Gang Qi that the crying boy will know, although it is not systematic, there is no system in series, but Yan San does not need to be connected in series, even a set has to be disassembled into fragments, so that it can be integrated into the Bodhisattva.

There is no martial art that can be changed at any time, created at any time, and not within the rules.

Yan Sanfen's soul was once again immersed in the many body cultivation methods that the crying boy brought to him, and carefully scrutinized the exercises. However, the main soul began to carry the spirit element, filling in the nebula in the inner view, and the second tornado had collapsed and compressed, revealing the prototype of the vortex.

In the cemetery, the tombstone opened his eyes to kill the shadow, bluffing the crying boy for a moment, and when he saw a flying insect the size of a mung bean falling on the ground, the crying boy's face became even more bitter, and said: "Master, it's not a scorpion!"

'Do you see any living creatures in my graveyard?' Tombstone closed his eyes and frowned slightly. The soul cultivation is too treacherous, and it is really annoying that it can control the insects as ears and eyes, and I don't know which one has thought about it this time......

You still have the face to say, you are frizzy and frivolous, and you are followed all the way without knowing it, what a waste, rice bucket! How do I usually teach you? Be careful, cautious, low-key, and careful in your acting skills...... You see, this time to do a little thing to poke out such a big basket, now it's good, we all know that our little uncle has something to do with us, when the little uncle is jointly hacked and killed by the three families, our master and apprentice are not saved? If you don't save it, you will wait to be chased and killed by the master, if you save it, how many can you fight alone? You say, you say, what's the use of keeping you?' The laughing old man seized the opportunity this time, and immediately jumped out, pointing at the nose of the crying boy and scolding, foaming at the mouth, but his face was full of smiles, obviously scolding quite comfortably.

One is like an eighty-year-old man, and the other is like an eight-year-old child, but he is a bit of a grandfather to teach his gray grandson.

The crying boy was already worried in his heart, and when he was exaggerated by the laughing old man, his face moved, his face became entangled, and the grievance was bitter, so he almost didn't shed tears, and choked up: 'Then I'm going to die? I'll go to the ghost scorpion now, one is enough, two are enough to earn one, it's all right?'

The laughing old man nodded, thinking that it didn't seem right, he immediately shook his head, and said with a smile: "The child can be taught, but there is no need to rush for a while, there is a more important matter at the moment...... You see, first of all, you have the consciousness of death, and I think this is very good, that is, you have to have this spirit! Don't worry, after you die, I will definitely use your property to help the world, and I will never drink flower wine! Come, give me the mustard seed bag for safekeeping......

'We're brothers, won't you go with me?' the crying boy asked in amazement.

'I'm not stupid, what am I going to do? Isn't it just a flying worm? Maybe it flew in by accident?...... Oh, it's off topic, let's get down to business first, come, Senior Brother Mustard Seed Bag will help you keep it first!' The laughing old man said with a smile, and grabbed the waist of the crying boy with one hand.

The crying boy pressed the mustard seed bag tightly with one hand, let the laughing old man pull, and wiped the other hand on his eyes to wipe away the moisture in his eyes. Knowing that he might have caused trouble, the crying boy did have the idea of giving up on himself, and his eyes blurred at some point.

As soon as the tears were wiped away, the crying boy shot like electricity, slammed his fist on the eye socket of the laughing old man, and smashed the laughing old man to the ground.

The laughing old man's eyes suddenly turned blue, and he screamed in pain on the ground, crying loudly: "Help, I've killed someone." Master help, I can't see with my eyes, I can't be cured without 100,000 yuan crystals!ah...... I'm so miserable, master, master, you have to uphold justice!'

The crying boy sniffled and said to the tombstone, 'Master, where's the knife?'

With a wave of the tombstone's hand, a large chopping knife with a square head appeared out of thin air and flew towards the crying boy. The crying boy grabbed it and stabbed the laughing old man. The other person was small, and the knife was big, and when this knife was slashed out, the whole person was taken into the air, and his mouth shouted: 'Do you still want to touch porcelain, I'll kill you bastard today!'

The laughing old man stabbed up and ran away, shouting as he ran: 'Second brother, are you really playing? Just kidding, why take it seriously? Humor, humor do you understand? Master, you don't care, your second apprentice is murderous with a knife...... Ouch, my ass! I'm fighting with you...... One big mudra!'

There was a rumble in the cemetery, and the figure of the weeping boy with a knife and slashing wildly shot out in an instant, smashing into a dry grave. In front of him, a huge translucent palm was almost two people high, slowly dissipating in the air. The crying boy tossed up, didn't care, dragged the knife and chased, and in a blink of an eye the two were in the cemetery.

The tombstone frowned for a while, and with a wave of his hand, the ghostly corpse flew into his hand. He opened his eyes slightly, but he was shocked: 'This insect is a dead thing? Could it be that it grew in the cemetery on its own?...... If you really want to snoop, it's a friend who gives an explanation, it's an enemy, you can cut it! The knife has not been stained with blood for many years, and it is about to be sharpened!'

With a wave of the sleeves of the robe, the tombstone walked into a huge tomb, and a dark stone tablet was planted next to the tomb, which read: 'The Tomb of the Flying Clouds'.