readx;? The Flying Feather Boy looked at Fang Xiaowu like a monster and asked, "You kid has been here for so long, don't you feel pain at all?"

Fang Xiaowu shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "What's so painful?"

The Flying Feather Boy snorted and said, "Joke, you kid really thinks of yourself as a god, doesn't you? That Seven Days of Cold Even I don't dare to approach it easily without a baby, how big of a Taoist do you are, dare to say that it has nothing to suffer, are you a masochist? Being made to die by it, don't you feel uncomfortable?"

"You're a masochist, by the way, aren't you a martial saint?"

"I'm a Martial Saint, but what's the matter?"

"Could it be that even the Martial Saint can't resist the power of the cold smoke?"

"It's not that you can't resist it, but once you are entangled by it, no matter how big your skills are, it's a little troublesome. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info I have no enmity with it, if it is not necessary, why should I provoke it. ”

When the flying feather boy said this, seeing that Fang Xiaowu opened his mouth to say something, as if he had guessed what Fang Xiaowu was going to say, he waved his hand and said solemnly: "You come with me, don't ask anything." Remember, don't get too far away from me, preferably within ten steps, and if you freeze to death, don't blame me for not warning you. ”

With a "whoosh", he flew into the cave.

When Fang Xiaowu saw it, he knew that this guy was going to take him to the cave for an adventure, and he was worried that he would go far away and he wouldn't be able to keep up, so he hurriedly chased after him.

The speed of the flying feather boy was very fast, and Fang Xiaowu was almost going all out to keep up with him.

Not long after, the two of them went to the cave for more than ten miles, because Fang Xiaowu was always within ten steps of the Flying Feather Boy, so although the cold in the cave was getting stronger and stronger, there was no way to hurt Fang Xiaowu.

Before long, the Flying Feather Boy stopped and stood in front of a large, upside-down object that hung upside down in mid-air, like a beehive.

Fang Xiaowu looked around, expecting that even the martial immortals might not be able to resist the cold here, so he took two steps closer to the flying feather boy, looked at the beehive-like object, and asked, "Old boy, is this thing cold smoke?"

"Yes, it's cold smoke. It has existed here for at least tens of thousands of years, and it was originally a cold breath in the cave, but over time, this cold air evolved into a cold spirit, and finally became a cold spirit. Do you think it doesn't look like an oversized hive?"

"It's too similar!"

"That's why it's called the Cold Nest. Every seven days, it emits a puff of cold smoke that flies out of the hole to breathe, because it is also called cold smoke. Don't look at it motionless now, but this guy is so shrewd, and I've tried to grab its spirit several times, but it's been shunned. ”

"Don't you have a magic weapon?"

"Although this magic weapon on my body can shock it, it is not a fuel-efficient lamp, I can only rely on the magic weapon not to be harmed by it, but it is very difficult for me to catch it. ”

"By the way, what are you catching it for?"

"I need to refine its power to improve my cultivation. ”

Hearing this, Fang Xiaowu felt even more strange and asked, "It is said that ordinary martial immortals can communicate the aura between heaven and earth, as a martial saint, aren't you even more powerful?

Feiyu Boy's face darkened slightly, and said: "Do you think I don't want to? Let me tell you the truth, I haven't improved my cultivation for more than eighty years, and even Yuan Li has grown very slowly, almost an inch is difficult to advance, and in the past fifty years, it has increased by a total of 10,000 yuan, almost two hundred a year, which is not as good as an ordinary martial artist." ”

"What?"

Fang Xiaowu's face changed drastically, but he had never heard of such a strange thing.

The Yuanwu Continent has thirty days in a month, twelve months in a year, that is, three hundred and sixty days.

An increase of two hundred yuan a year is equivalent to an increase of less than one yuan force a day, and this speed is also very rare for people with ninth-rate qualifications, which can be called a snail.

Not to mention the Martial Saint, even if it is the Martial God, it is calculated in billions.

Suppose the Flying Feather Boy is a martial god, and increase the Yuan Force at his speed.

200 a year, 2,000 in 100 years, 20,000 in 1,000 years, 200,000 in 1,000 years, 20 million in 10,000 years, 20 million in 100,000 years, 100 million in 500,000 years.

Well, when the time comes, people will all become living fossils, what else are they going to cultivate?

And this is still a martial god, if it is spread to the martial immortals, it will be calculated in billions, and the martial saints, calculated in tens of billions, can simply commit suicide, so as not to boil the sea and rot and not be able to break through the cultivation.

What is the problem that the flying feather boy is experiencing?

Is it a bottleneck?

If it is a bottleneck, the yuan force is in a state of stagnation, how can there be a slight improvement?

"Old boy, you ...... You won't have eaten any poison, will you?" Fang Xiaowu could only ask.

"Joke, how many poisons in the world can get me?"

"What's the reason for that?"

"Look at the way I look. ”

"What do you have to see?"

"If I tell you to look at it, you can watch it, don't be verbose, watch carefully. ”

So, Fang Xiaowu stared at the Flying Feather Boy.

After a while, he discovered that there was an aura lurking in the Flying Feather Boy's body, and as for what this aura was, he couldn't identify.

However, he vaguely guessed something, but he was not sure.

"Do you see clearly?"

"Uh......"

"Haven't seen it yet?"

"You...... You borrowed the corpse to bring it back?"

"Lend you a big-headed ghost. My old man was not like this before, at that time, my old man was suave and heroic, and I don't know how many thousands of girls were charmed. ”

"You're talking about 800 years ago. ”

"Joke, do you think I'm Fang Lao Zu? I'll tell you the truth, I met Yuan Lei Bangding back then. ”

"Yuan Lei Bang Ding? What is that?"

"Yuan Lei Bang is a hurdle that Martial Immortal Jing must encounter when he ascends to Martial Saint, commonly known as the Tribulation. If the tribulation is unsuccessful, not only will the physical body be destroyed, but even the original soul will be beaten and disappear forever. ”

"Did you succeed?"

"Of course it worked. ”

"Since you succeeded, why did your Yuan Power increase so slowly. ”

"That's because when I was crossing the tribulation, I encountered a reversal of yin and yang that is rare for a thousand years. ”

"What is the Yin and Yang Reversal Day?"

"That is, the day is full of yin and the sun is declining, but the sun is prosperous and the yin is declining at night. ”

Hearing this, Fang Xiaowu couldn't help laughing and said, "You are really, when don't you choose, choose that day, aren't you looking for death?"

The flying feather boy said: "First, the tribulation is not a matter of one or two days. Second, I'm not an immortal, how do I know that there will be a reversal of yin and yang in those days?"

"The result?"

"As a result, although I successfully survived, my appearance was also beaten by Yuan Lei to the top of the current situation. Originally, my Yuan Soul was the size of a fist, but since the Tribulation, my Yuan Soul has become as small as a fingernail, and if there is none, I can't even get out of my body. I suspected that something was wrong with my Yuan Soul, and after thinking about it for more than thirty years, I finally thought of a way to repair the Yuan Soul. ”