"This isn't an Ancient Danding Furnace at all, do you think I'm so foolish?" Jie Chengzi said coldly.

"Sure enough, it's a senior, you can see it. Let me tell you the truth, this is the alchemy furnace used by a predecessor of the Nine Realms of Nirvana, think about it, what have been used by such characters who are thorough through the heavens and the earth? The fat boss said with a grin.

"Which Nirvana predecessor has used it?" asked Jiechengzi lightly.

"This, this, this I got from a friend with a very good background, and the name of this senior cannot be mentioned by a mortal man like me. "The fat man is a little flickering.

As soon as Fang Shaoyang heard it, he knew that this fat man was fooling people, and a knowing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, not wanting to entangle more.

In the past two years, Fang Shaoyang has also heard from Cheng Zi in the Heavenly Prison about a lot of things in the cultivation world.

The grading criteria of the cultivation world are basically as follows: Entering the Spirit Realm, True Spirit Realm, Leaving the Dust Realm, Nirvana Realm, etc.

A cultivator like Fang Shaoyang who had absorbed the aura and formed Zhou Tian in his body was in the spiritual realm.

In this realm, the five senses will be greatly improved, and the physical strength will also be greatly improved.

When entering the spiritual realm, you can cultivate some basic auxiliary spiritual techniques to improve your physical state, such as speed, strength, etc.

The precept is in the sixth level of the realm of separation, and he can resist the wind, or he can directly use a powerful spiritual technique.

Coming out of the Danding furnace shop.

Jiechengzi said, "I'll take you to find a place with abundant spiritual energy. This will be beneficial to your cultivation, and you may be able to break through to the True Spirit Realm. ”

"Thank you, Master!" Fang Shaoyang said happily.

Jie Chengzi took Fang Shaoyang and flew towards a completely unfamiliar place.

"Whew-" A loud voice roared, coming from the ground, shaking the deep valley.

Fang Shaoyang was taken aback.

Jie Chengzi's expression was solemn, and after a little hesitation, he still flew in that direction with Fang Shaoyang.

There was a lake in front of a mountain, and at the foot of the hill by the lake, I saw a snow-white tiger fighting with a man.

To be precise, it wasn't a tiger, it was a spirit beast, a terrifying tiger vein spirit beast!

The body of the snow-white tiger was more than thirty zhang long, and the two fangs were two hundred and seventy or eight zhang long. And the tiger also has a pair of wings on its back.

Fang Shaoyang had never seen such a huge tiger, with such long fangs, opened his bloody mouth, and there was another loud roar, the fishy wind suddenly rose, and the spiritual power fluctuations of the roar oppressed Fang Shaoyang almost out of breath.

Wang Yangyan did not dare to slack off at all, and was resisting the roar of the fanged white tiger with all his might.

Fang Shaoyang thought to himself, if he encountered such a terrifying beast, his life would definitely be lost.

Wang Yangyan held a long sword in his hand, and the light of the long sword was more than twenty zhang, constantly slashing towards the fanged white tiger.

Each of the white hairs on the fanged white tiger's body stood upside down, and the giant sword slashed at the fanged white tiger's body, but it couldn't cut into the flesh at all.

The fanged white tiger was completely enraged, and he flapped his wings, and the dust flew up, and even the lake below the hill that had returned to calm was rippling.

Wang Yangyan allowed the fanged white tiger to fly up and attack, and the giant sword in his hand slashed straight towards one of the fanged giant tiger's wings.

Although the fanged white tiger was invulnerable, it was still forced down by the huge sword.

The fanged white tiger had tried to fly many times, but each time it was slashed down by the man with his giant sword.

Although the fanged white tiger was not shaved and fleshed, the strength of the giant sword was equally amazing, and every time the giant sword light slashed on the body, the fanged white tiger had to bear it with its body.

The fanged white tiger continued to let out a loud roar, and the roar hit the sword, and the sword was also dark.

It must be known that Wang Yangyan's cultivation from the realm of dust, the power of each sword is enough to shake the earth.

Wang Yangyan waved his sword to form a sword net, enveloping the fanged white tiger, and the white tiger resisted with his body every time.

From time to time, he opened his bloody mouth and roared, and every time he roared, the earth shook the mountains and shook the heavens and the earth.

At this moment, every time Wang Yangyan swung a sword, it was greatly consuming the spiritual power in his body, and the light of the giant sword began to shorten, and the light was no longer as dazzling as just now.

And the fanged white tiger is still fierce and abnormal.

Jie Chengzi just stood by coldly, motionless, and had no intention of making a move. It's just that at some point, he reached out and took out the psychic dagger from Fang Shaoyang's arms.

After a while, I saw that the fanged white tiger swung away the huge sword with its tiger teeth more than ten zhang long, and rushed towards Wang Yangyan.

The fanged white tiger's movements were extremely fast, and in an instant, it reached Wang Yangyan's forward, and the fangs immediately pierced Wang Yangyan's left shoulder.

Wang Yangyan hurriedly returned his sword, and he cut off the two fangs of the fanged white tiger.

And the impact of this white tiger still knocked him out dozens of feet away, Wang Yangyan fell heavily to the ground, unable to move again, as if dead.

And the fanged white tiger endured the severe pain of the broken tooth, and did not step forward to attack Wang Yangyan, standing there like Mount Tai, opening his mouth that was dripping blood, and roaring at Jiechengzi and Fang Shaoyang, as if to deter.

Jie Chengzi stared coldly at the fanged white tiger, urging the true spirit, and his momentum suddenly skyrocketed, and the psychic dagger in his hand also exuded a terrifying aura.

Fang Shaoyang was dumbfounded, he couldn't imagine that his master's cultivation had reached such a terrifying and astonishing level.

The fanged white tiger, its pupils constricted, and the battle just now had consumed most of its vitality. And the human in the Realm of Separation in front of him, who holds a psychic treasure, is undoubtedly extremely tricky.

The fanged white tiger has cultivated to the point of intelligence and knows how to think.

Jiechengzi flew up and jumped up, and the long sword turned into a psychic dagger slashed at the fanged white tiger, strangely, this fanged white tiger seemed to be very afraid of the psychic dagger in Jiechengzi's hand.

Just keep jumping left and right to dodge, never letting the sword slash at him.

As fast as the speed at which the sword is drawn out of the ring, the speed at which the fanged white tiger can dodge.

Just now, Fang Shaoyang was standing behind Jie Chengzi, and Wang Yangyan's sword didn't feel very compelling.

And now Fang Shaoyang felt that he had been stimulated by the spiritual power of the Dust Realm, which made him unbearable, forcing him to retreat more than ten zhang away.

A man and a tiger are fighting on a hill, and the earth is shaking. And in the process of fierce fighting, the fanged white tiger kept roaring.

Now Jiechengzi and Fanged White Tiger have been fighting for hundreds of rounds. At this time, the fanged white tiger was already in a state of exhaustion, and its movements had slowed down.

The sword of Jiechengzi had already slashed the fanged white tiger's tail and ears, and blood flowed.

The fanged white tiger suddenly spewed a large mouthful of flames towards Jiechengzi, and Jiechengzi was taken aback, and hurriedly dodged sideways for a few feet.

The fanged white tiger took advantage of the flash of the ring, turned around and ran.

"Evil animal, where to escape?" Jie Chengzi shouted fiercely, and chased forward with all his strength, the sword swept over, and the fanged white tiger was still a little slower, and the two tiger legs were immediately cut off.

"Whoa......" There was a loud scream, and he fell to the ground with a bang and rolled out several feet away.

The sharpness of the psychic dagger is really something that the fanged white tiger can't fight.

Jie Chengzi was also secretly surprised in his heart, this fanged white tiger's cultivation had definitely reached the first level of nirvana.

If it weren't for the battle with Wang Yangyan just now and the consumption of most of his spiritual power, even if he relied on the Luo Tongling dagger, he might not be able to get it.

Blood continued to gush out from the lower half of the fanged white tiger's body, and with each drop of blood, the fanged white tiger's momentum weakened a little, and slowly the fanged white tiger stopped moving.

Jiechengzi raised the sword in his hand, and the head of the white tiger was broken, and the spirit beast Neidan was taken out by Jiechengzi and held in his hand.

A Nirvana-level Inner Dan shines brightly!

This is an inner pill with a thousand-year-old cultivation spirit beast, and it is something that every cultivator dreams of. The ecstasy on his face could no longer be hidden, with this precious inner pill, it would be easy for him to break through the Nirvana realm.

"Haha......" Jiechengzi couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh.

Then, he turned to Fang Shaoyang and said, "Go, take your psychic dagger and kill that person." ”