Vaguely, I saw ten slender fingers stretched out in unison, the fingertips were as sharp as swords, with a cold aura, straight into Yan Nan's chest, as fast as lightning. Yan Nan only felt that his consciousness was cracked, and there was a chill in his chest, but he did not have the slightest strength to resist, and he saw that the long nails were like sharp blades tearing through the clothes on his chest, and he had slowly closed his eyes.

Just when he was waiting to be torn open in his chest, a light voice instantly remembered in his ears: "Little man, wake up!" Dangerous! ”

The voice was so familiar, as if it came from Yan Nan's body, like a spike, piercing into Yan Nan's heart, Yan Nan's body instantly became a spirit, his mind struggled for a while, and he regained a moment of clarity.

"Quickly cut off the divine thoughts!"

Yan Nan's bitter headache stimulated the last trace of strength, and a piece of blue light erupted from between his eyebrows, like a flame, flashing a blazing blue flower above his head. In the swirling spiritual silk above Yan Nan's head, a ball of golden essence light trembled, and he wanted to break through and escape, but the blue light released a sharp lightning bolt, which disappeared like smoke in an instant.

At this moment, Yan Nan's brain was in chaos, lying on the ground limply, no longer the spiritual sea flying in front of him, but a few dim rays of light hanging down from the roof, a hazy, he was still on the second floor of the ancient tower, two piles of white dry bones around him, and his hands were on his chest, his clothes had been torn, as if he was going to scratch his chest, Yan Nan saw this situation, and there was a chill behind him.

After a while, Yan Nan slowly stood up. At this moment, a fine light flashed in his eyes, and the essence light slowly condensed, and finally converged into an inch-long sword blade, and the blue light flashed, slowly condensed into his eyebrows, and gradually disappeared. Yan Nan was shocked, and suddenly felt the sound of the tide in his head, and instantly realized that his divine consciousness was soaring, like waves, and faintly, there was an extra wisp of something, flowing and floating in the sea of consciousness, and the clouds were swirling.

Yan Nan's eyebrows also trembled, and he seemed to reveal a murderous aura. He could clearly feel that it was the three-style swordsmanship in the spiritual sea, after cutting off the divine consciousness in an instant, it was inexplicably left in his mind, and turned into a terrifying wisp of sword intent.

Yan Nan didn't die, to be exact, he almost died, just in that breath, Xiao Yu's divine thoughts woke him up in time, but what made him cut off his divine thoughts was another voice, Jiu Ying also woke up in time at the moment of crisis, Yan Nan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, not only did he not die, but he gained a more powerful divine sense, as well as a wisp of powerful sword intent.

At this moment, Yan Nan stood in front of the mottled stone case, in a black box, the wisps of glow still faintly transmitted, exuding a mysterious brilliance. Yan Nan hesitated for a moment, but still opened it gently.

In an instant, a glow filled the entire space, the brilliance was like condensation, trembling slightly, like a soft rainbow, in the tower, the fairy spirit was immediately fluttering, beautiful, and in the halo, there was a trace of ancient Dao trace breath, which was extremely powerful.

"What is this?" Yan Nan looked at a colorful stone in the box in amazement. Looking closely, there was a dizzy feeling that the divine consciousness had been absorbed.

"I suggest you put it away quickly, this thing is rare, in your world, I'm afraid there is none." At this time, Jiu Ying said lightly.

Yan Nan didn't ask again, quickly closed it, waved his big sleeves, and the box disappeared. He couldn't wait to open another box, and inside was indeed a filament, a colored filament, bent in the petite brocade box, like a woman's wrist rope.

Yan Nan reached out and touched it gently, but there was no response. But the fingertips are injected with a trace of aura, the filament jumps up like a snake, bends and surrounds, like a colorful cloud, shoots out countless surrounds, the imprisoned breath is very terrifying, in time Yan Nan is trapped, I am afraid that he will not be able to break free in time, and it seems that he still has the ability to imprison the divine sense, Yan Nan couldn't help but be startled, and hurriedly played out a spiritual power and took the silk thread back into the box.

"This kind of silk thread, when attacked, is the most imperceptible, so it might as well be called love silk." Yan Nan stretched out his hand and stroked, and the other box disappeared.

In the end, Yan Nan saw that there was nothing else, leaned over and put away the short sword next to the white bones, and slowly walked out of the ancient tower. He glanced back at the ruined ancient tower, but his mind was full of infinite thoughts.

Yan Nan expected that the wisps of remnant souls might have died from killing each other, or maybe they had a lot to do with that golden light. What was that golden light, and with such a great control, could it be the remnant of a holy fruit? Yan Nan faintly had a bold guess that this holy fruit might not really be a spiritual fruit, or it might just be transformed by a wisp of divine thought, just like the Dao marks in his body.

This kind of speculation is not out of thin air, and the remnant of the golden light did make Yan Nan instantly experience several realms beyond his own cultivation, and it was also the most profound exercise and the divine thought beyond the ontology, and he undoubtedly had a lot of experience in the next layer of understanding. If it's a true holy fruit, so what?

However, to have such an esoteric Dao thought, what kind of existence would it be to condense into the sub-holy fruit, Yan Nan didn't dare to imagine, and at the same time looked at this void enchantment, as if he had an ominous premonition.

At this moment, Cold Frost is running through a jungle. Her long hair was scattered, her body was drenched in sweat, she looked particularly embarrassed, and a green lotus on her head sprinkled a fine light, covering her body, she kept looking around, as if she was looking for something.

A middle-aged Taoist priest of the Seven Star Gate, a seven-star divine light above his head, was in a dark cloud-covered space, in the cloud sky, countless golden lightning fell like a rain of swords, slashing on the seven stars, a layer of fire, the Taoist priest's body trembled, but he still looked ahead, because in a narrow cave not far from him, there was a tempting spiritual light, which seemed to be a rare spiritual object.

At this moment, Luo Fan is standing on a small white bridge, the fog is filled, the skirt is fluttering, the slender posture is full of fairy energy, and in the void in front of her, a glow is like a huge pillar of light, which is fighting against a thick layer of prohibition, Luo Fan's phoenix eyes are slightly closed, and her eyelashes are constantly shaking.

……

Yan Nan didn't know the situation of these people at all, he was standing in front of a garden at the moment, looking at the green and red, a layer of vigorous aura wafting above, and a strong fragrance of herbs rushed to his face, refreshing people's hearts. This is actually a medicine garden, a winding path that leads to a small thatched hut like a temple in the middle.

"Huo'er, don't you think this medicine garden is a little strange?" Yan Nan looked back at the coquettish Huo'er.

Huo'er looked at the verdant herbs in front of him with a puzzled expression, and then came to Yan Nan's side, his small face was close to Yan Nan's clothes, and he said in confusion: "But it's weird, the fragrance here and the medicinal fragrance on the master's body are like a withdrawal." ”

"How many roads do you see?" Yan Nan asked indifferently.

Huo'er was stunned, tilted his head, and looked at Yan Nan strangely: "Master, there is only one road here." ”

Yan Nan was also stunned, and his eyes shrank: "But I saw nine roads, nine curves." ”

Huo'er's eyes were full of suspicion, and he looked at the path in front of him in a daze, his long eyelashes trembled, and then his eyes bent into two crescent moons: "Master, look at me to help you pick some precious herbs." ”

I saw that Huo'er flew and jumped, and a red swept like a garden. But when she had just grabbed a nine-knotted calamus, she suddenly felt a tremor under her feet, and was about to fly up, when a golden beam of light poured out in an instant, like countless branches, instantly woven into a golden flower basket, trapping the fire tightly in it.

A blazing flame erupted from the fire's mouth. The flame set the branches on fire, but the golden light flowed in a flash, but it was unharmed. I saw the sparks flying, but instead of extinguishing, they rose in a swirling way. Huo'er exclaimed: "Master, save me!" ”

Yan Nan's footsteps moved, as if he was stepping on a spiritual wave, with several vague shadows, in the garden for a while, only to reach the front of Huo'er, only to see him caress the void, those medicine furrows for a while, a blur in front of his eyes, and a flower was born under his feet in an instant, the fragrance was incomparable, and the color rhyme was lingering.

Huo'er's body loosened, and he came out lightly, his hand touched his chest, and his eyes were full of horror: "Master, what kind of illusion is this, even I can't see through it." ”

Yan Nan's eyes were also different: "I don't know, maybe I have a spiritual mind, I can see the real route, follow me." ”

Yan Nan took the fire and stepped on the ethereal spiritual waves, as if stepping on the clouds and mist, the ileum turned, but every time he walked around, there was a miraculous opening from the bouquet, exuding a rich fragrance.

Huo'er silently counted: Nine Leaves Golden Wind, September Cang'er, Nine Qu Ling Ginseng......

When Huo'er read the Nine Heart Wang Lian, Yan Nan finally stopped, and the two of them were already standing in front of the thatched hut that seemed to be close at hand, but it was difficult to approach. The moment they stood on the stone slab in front of the thatched hut, a layer of colorful mist shook up in the entire medicine garden, and the golden light in the middle was swirling, churning and undulating like a maze, and the fragrance of medicine was permeated.

"Oh my God, there really are nine roads." Huo'er stood in front of the thatched hut at this time, and he could see clearly that the maze of the medicine garden, the paths were vertical and horizontal, the nine curved intestines, and the countless golden cages in the middle exuded a dangerous atmosphere. And those spiritual grasses are at the junction of every path, and at this moment, they are already blooming with flowers, shining with a layer of spiritual light.

Yan Nan was looking at an old plaque on the thatched hut, his face was dark, and there were four quaint fonts on it, which read: Nine Spiritual Hearts. The font is vigorous and magnificent, and at a glance, it is like a soul.

At this time, I only heard a creak, and the wooden door opened automatically as if it were a long groan. A spiritual wind flew out, and suddenly a pure spiritual energy turbulent and tumbled, revealing the narrow space in the hut.

"Master, you go in, I'll go and pick all those spirit grasses." Huo'er glanced at the hut, there was no danger, and he had already stared at the countless herbs outside the door, and his eyes were full of excitement.