Fang Yan used Yu Ming's natural supernatural powers, hid in the shadow of the peach blossom tree, and quietly touched the depths of the peach forest.

As I got closer, I could already faintly see the row of houses hidden in the depths of the peach forest.

See!

When he got closer to the house, Fang Yan hid in the dark shadows, and saw several neat rows of rooms, where many Demon Dao disciples and elders were busy, and occasionally there was an extremely suppressed roar in the room.

Well?

Fang Yan saw that there was a demon disciple who was doing the same thing as her, and that demon disciple was hiding in a dark corner of the room, holding his breath tightly, looking around, as if he was observing something. Fang Yan thought for a moment, and made a jump from hiding in the shadow, hiding in the shadow of the demon disciple, wanting to see what he wanted to do.

After a short time, this demon disciple found a time when there was little one and hid in a room where he had been observing for a long time.

In the room, the light was dim, and there stood a statue with green teeth, like a dead thing.

This demon disciple observed the past with a puppet, as if verifying something, nodded lightly, and then went out of the house, looking for an opportunity to go to another room.

There are a lot of raw materials in this room, and this demon disciple took some of each raw material, threw it into a storage bag, and then rummaged through the box and found a book that seemed to have been abandoned, and flipped through it, which recorded the manufacturing process of the puppet and the precautions, just like the scientific research notes of the previous life.

This unknown demon disciple waited for a long time, found an opportunity to go out, and left the Peach Blossom Forest all the way.

Fang Yan came out of his shadow and hid in the shadow of a certain peach tree, this demon disciple seemed to be aware of it, looked back vigilantly, and saw that there was no one behind him, before leaving.

When night fell, Fang Yan used the shadow all the way to move into the house, his spirit was a little tired, lying on the bed, thinking about what he saw and heard in the peach blossom forest, where the puppet was made, there is no doubt about this, the raw materials are also there, and the defense is also very tight, if it is not for his own ghostly powers, it is estimated that it will be difficult to enter.

Moreover, Fang Yan finally understood what kind of raw materials the blood of the monster puppet came from, unlike the demon disciple who quietly touched it, maybe because of limited knowledge, or maybe it was a different species, he didn't recognize one of those raw materials, but Fang Yan recognized it at a glance.

Those are all fish and insect blood with the breath of a scattered dragon, and I heard the little turtle say some time ago that those fish and insect demons who are unsuccessful in transforming into dragons, or who have little hope, will be abandoned.

It turns out that this is what it means.

Thinking of this, Fang Yan was inexplicably a little disgusting, every time she used to improve her cultivation, some of the pills she used to improve her cultivation turned out to be from the blood of the same kind. Feeling out a bottle of elixir, Fang Yan was thinking about whether she should eat it or not, and wanted to discard it, but thinking of her own situation and cultivation, as well as her eye-catching true dragon qi, she began to hesitate.

Fang Yan thought of his origin, it is certain that he will be coveted, if he does not have the strength to match, he will be finished sooner or later, either he will be turned into a nun by Buddhism, or he will be arrested and suppressed by a Taoist great person one day, which is simply inexplicable.

Or......

Speed up the speed of taking pills?

Thinking of this, Fang Yan finally made up her mind, during this time, in addition to being a good tool snake, she just wanted to think of ways to speed up her cultivation, although she was different from normal humans, her cultivation speed was relatively slow, but it was not impossible to speed up, at most, she had to spend more time polishing her own cultivation in the future, otherwise there would be a situation where the foundation was unstable, which could actually be solved.

So from this day on, Fang Yan would eat the pill twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening when cultivating, and if he had leisure at noon, he would also devour the pill once.

Time passed quickly, three years passed, and Fang Yan ate two-thirds of the elixir refined from the blood of monsters, and she didn't plan to eat the remaining one-third, but left it for the little demons to reward her subordinates in the future. And her own cultivation has a faint tendency to loosen, although it is said that the realm is not in the Jindan stage, but the qi sea and spiritual power in her body far exceed that of ordinary Jindan and foundation building stage monks.

In the meantime, Chen Biqing came to her once for this reason, and asked about the reason for the rapid growth of cultivation, and the dialect told the truth without any concealment.

When Chen Biqing heard this, she shook her head with a smile, telling her that she had never used such a method to increase her cultivation, and said a lot bitterly.

But the dialect is not listened to much, only to remember that this method has many drawbacks, and it is not a long-term solution.

Chen Biqing saw that Fang Yan bowed her head and was silent, thinking that she knew that she was wrong, but in fact, Fang Yan was just distressed, and he had to bear the consequences of the cause planted today, but fortunately, after calculating at this moment, these consequences were still within the range she could bear, so she decided to put aside her cultivation progress for the time being, and began to think about how to improve her combat effectiveness from other aspects.

Fang Yan pondered, and felt that the matter of the incantation could be put on the agenda.

Chen Biqing was about to leave that day, and the dialect came up with the matter of the dragon clan's spell, and told him the cause and effect of why he came here, Chen Biqing said: "It seems that we two sisters really have their own providence in the dark, otherwise how could it be so coincidental, you want to learn the spell, so you came back, and just met me again." ”

A few days later, Chen Biqing brought a few books and picture books about the dragon mantra and told Fang Yan, "There are only so many dragon mantras we have collected, unlike the sacrifices of Buddhism and the grassland Daxue Mountain, they still retain the custom of practicing mantras, but the two are different, Daxue Mountain is still mainly based on mantra practice, but Buddhism is only an auxiliary." ”

The dialects were a little confused, thinking about how they relate to each other.

Seeing this, Chen Biqing smiled and said, "Of course, if we talk about everything related to the Dragon Clan, there is no force, sect, or country in this world that can compare to our Heaven Conquering Sect." ”

Fang Yan nodded, though it was only mentioned slightly several times, and the language was vague, but she knew something.

The Heaven Snatching Sect knows a lot about the dragon clan.

Fang Yan felt that there was no need to delve into it, it was enough to know this.

Holding the dragon mantra, read through the dialect, some words I didn't know, deliberately circled, a few words in a group, written on different papers, waiting for the opportunity to find the little turtle intermittently asked to understand.

The little turtle was puzzled and asked, "Where did you get all these dragon characters?" ”

Fang Yan smiled and said: "I stole it from others, I don't dare to take it out blatantly, you have a lot of people here, so I have to ask you after separation." ”

It's not that the dialect doesn't want to tell the truth, and the fact is certainly not that the dialect says so, it's just that because of the distrust of many people in this place, they subconsciously want to hide it.

Just like the Demon Dao disciple he met in the Peach Blossom Forest before, who knows who is the spy buried here, and the dialect doesn't want to delve into it.

In short, remember one sentence and hold on to it in order to live a long time.