In mid-air, a huge cloud boat stretched for thousands of feet was moving rapidly, and the bow of the ship broke through the white clouds in mid-air, causing the clouds to roll and disperse. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the bow of the cloud boat, three words were inlaid with metal - Pengcheng!

This cloud boat belongs to Fan Lang!

Fan Lang stood on the bow of the ship, looking at the sea of clouds in front of him, looking at the red sun hanging high, and the pride of swallowing everything rose in his heart.

At this time, the Pengcheng was flying to the royal city of Wanzhou, and the ship was full of Fan Lang's subordinates and slaves who had surrendered in the Triangle, and there were tens of thousands of people.

With the scale of the Pengcheng, it is enough to accommodate these people, and it is a big deal to stuff a few more in a cabin, anyway, those slaves are almost like the walking dead, not dirty, not afraid of hardship, not afraid of tiredness.

As for the mess in the Triangle Domain, Fan Lang has already thrown the pot perfectly and left it to Sanzhou to deal with, and he will not interfere anymore.

Junko, a little kid, followed beside him, hugging the guardrail, his feet dangling in the air, looking at the extraordinary scene in the air, and exclaiming: "It's so magnificent, the mountains have turned into dirt bags, and the rivers are like small snakes." Master, you are really powerful, you are so rich, you have such a big cloud boat. ”

"You little devil is starting to pat again. Fan Lang scolded with a smile.

"It's not sycophancy, it's honest. ”

"When you arrive in Wangcheng, I will hand you over to Hou Guangzu to cultivate, listen to him honestly, and cultivate well. Your kid has a good talent, and he should be able to cultivate in the future. ”

"Remember the teachings of your master. Junko said obediently.

The Pengcheng's flight speed was very fast, but it was far inferior to Fan Lang's own flight speed, and it would take several days for the trip to reach Wangcheng.

Along the way, Fan Lang spent most of his time cultivating, trying to increase his experience points, and refining a lot of sword chalcedony jade liquid.

Occasionally, some uninteresting flying monsters harassed the Pengcheng, and whenever this happened, the cannons equipped on the Pengcheng came in handy, and most of the monsters could not block the attack of the artillery fire, and were killed by the cannonballs.

Only a few powerful demon beasts can pose a threat to Pengcheng, and at this time, Fan Lang will personally go out, one sword at a time.

That afternoon, there were no clouds.

Fan Lang stayed in the captain's room to practice as usual, which was the largest room on the Pengcheng.

He opened his palm, and there was a silver liquid swirling above it, it was the chalcedony jade liquid, and a trace of liquid drilled into his palm, injected into his body, refining and absorbing.

At the beginning, when he absorbed the chalcedony jade liquid, his meridians were often unable to withstand it and would be harmed, but now he is at ease and can absorb it perfectly.

In the complex meridians, a large number of small sword qi shuttled through it, each of which was a few points smaller than a grain of rice, but if it was released, it could be turned into a great sword qi that cut mountains and rivers, and its power was extraordinary.

Fan Lang's body was like a scabbard, containing the Heaven-Breaking Sword!

As the absorption continued, the last drop of the chalcedony jade liquid was also absorbed and refined by him, and the system prompt sounded at this moment.

[The player absorbs a complete sword chalcedony jade liquid and successfully cultivates the sword chalcedony jade body, and in the future, he can cultivate sword qi in his body by himself, which is endless and has unlimited potential. 】

"After spending so many days, I'm finally done cultivating!"

Fan Lang was very happy, he opened his eyes, and even his eyes seemed to turn into sword qi, and he glanced at it, revealing his edge.

The carencedony jade body is a kind of physique, which has the same effect as the bloodline, and has special effects. The difference is that the former is cultivated, and the latter is inherited.

The sword chalcedony jade body can cultivate sword qi, and if you pay for it, you will be rewarded, and if you cultivate it to the extreme, you can open the world with one sword.

In the future, even if you no longer absorb the sword chalcedony jade liquid, you can continue to increase the amount of sword qi.

Put!

Fan Lang tried the effect, released tens of thousands of small swords in his body, condensed between the palms of his hands, and saw that the mini swords were combined together, sneering, fused into one, and combined into a big sword, and the silver light flowed up and down, cutting the air.

Harvest!

Fan Lang sucked in his palm, and the silver sword was put into his palm, disappearing, and he was free to retract.

He rested for a while, calmed down his excitement, and then threw himself into another kind of cultivation.

The road of martial arts, thousands of paths, all kinds of means, is extremely gorgeous.

He then practiced the Divine Technique of Cutting Me and Forging the Divine Arts, which cultivated the mind and paved the way for the future condensation of the sea of knowledge.

Who am I before I was born?

Who was I when I was born?

Everyone has a "me", and that "me" is the mind, or soul, which knows the sea, has different names and common meanings.

To cut me into two and turn one thought into two, this process will be extremely painful, it is the pain of the mind, and it is more torturous than the pain of flesh and blood.

This is the first step, and the next step is to merge the two ideas into one, and turn them back into one, and the whole process will play a role in refining and making the ideas stronger.

Cultivating the art of slashing me to the extreme, one's own mind will be divided into thousands, and the process of differentiation and fusion will be repeated continuously, which is very terrifying.

The progress bar of the Forging Divine Technique has long been completed, but it has not been officially used yet, and this is Fan Lang's first attempt.

Fan Lang's hands are sealed, varied, and his body exudes a wonderful charm, as if he has formulated new rules for heaven and earth, and everything is under control.

He closes his eyes, enters a state of meditation, abandons all distractions, and becomes distracted.

The heart is higher than the sky, wider than the earth, and deeper than the sea.

His person is very small, but his thoughts can be put into a huge one, and the invisible thoughts emanate out, covering all directions, and even sneak out of the cracks of the door, and "see" the scene outside.

This is still just an ordinary thought, if you condense the sea of knowledge, the mind will change in essence and can extend to a farther place.

Some peerless powerhouses can even shroud the stars with their minds!

Kill me before you kill someone.

Fan Lang condensed an invisible blade and slashed at his thoughts.

"Ahh

Fan Lang screamed miserably, the pain of this knife was beyond his imagination, he really didn't expect it to be so painful.

Splitting headaches, severe heartaches, ants eating hearts, and falling apart......

These words are not an exaggeration, if not worse.

Fan Lang's "knife" retracted, and the idea of being slashed gradually returned to its original state, and it was not completely cut off just now.

Giving up halfway like this is definitely not going to work, and it has no effect.

"He meowed, it really hurt, ten times more painful than a knife on his body. Cultivating this technique is too torturous. ”

Fan Lang bared his teeth.

There is a problem, come to cheat.

He used his old job to solve the problem, locking the value of one of his "pains" to 1.

Injuries can be painful, which in turn can affect some aspects of combat.

This value is very unpopular, Fan Lang usually doesn't pay attention to it, but this time it came in handy, so he took the time to modify it.

The pain of just 1 point is similar to a mosquito bite, and a child can bear it.

Fan Lang tried to practice the Divine Forging Technique again, and slashed at his own thoughts.