"Captain, I'm still curious why my house didn't collapse."

Xiao Tuoming, who asked this question, was speechless, he didn't understand that Fang Xiaobei's focus was actually this.

Even so, he patiently explained:

"The Lion-Faced Ghost King's ability is to mirror his surroundings one-to-one into a separate space, while pulling enemies closer to this space.

In this space, all the abilities of the Lion-faced Ghost King will be enhanced, and the layout of the space can be changed at any time to deal with the enemy according to the battle situation. In short, being pulled into its space by the Lion-Faced Ghost King is not only dangerous, but also very passive.

So, in the image your home has collapsed, but in reality it is intact. ”

"I see, it's amazing." Fang Xiaobei sighed.

"What about you?"

Xiao Tuoming suddenly asked.

"Me? What's wrong with me? ”

"Li Cheng couldn't last a few rounds in the image space, and he was seriously injured almost in the face. And you can hold out until I lead the team. ”

Xiao Tuoming said slowly.

"Captain, what the hell are you trying to say?"

"At that time, there were remnants of memorial offerings on the ground in the front yard, what did you do with them?"

Xiao Tuoming said, his expression gradually becoming serious.

"I'm calling for the Queen." Fang Xiaobei said seriously.

This is the excuse that Fang Xiaobei thought of, he can't tell others that he uses the sacrificial offerings to arrange the formation.

In a world dominated by science and technology civilization, a path of cultivation suddenly appears, which is unreasonable and unreasonable. It's just that everyone doesn't care about this, the husband is not guilty, and he is guilty, can you have a cultivation path, will you have a second one?

Xiao Tuoming stared at Fang Xiaobei's eyes for a while, and then retracted his gaze.

"Don't say I didn't remind you, the memorial offerings can only be used to pay tribute to the empress and her own relatives."

"Why? What happens if it's used for something else? Fang Xiaobei blinked curiously like a baby.

"Will die. When the object of the sacrifice is not the Empress, but something else or person, it will bring you pollution and eventually lead to a loss of control. ”

Fang Xiaobei patted his chest and promised: "Captain, don't worry, I will only use it to pay tribute to the empress." ”

"Hurry up and drink porridge, if there is any leftover, Chu Qian will not spare you."

Fang Xiaobei drank the meat porridge in the bowl, took the thermos cup and poured another bowl.

"There was a 'mysterious' incident last night, and now there should be residual energy everywhere in my house, why don't you stay and cultivate?"

"Because there is enough pollution accumulated in the body, it can no longer be absorbed in order to avoid getting out of control.

This time the Lion-Faced King was actually an accident, as he should have been cleaned up in the last cleanup mission.

Not only me, but all the members of the team had absorbed enough pollution in the last clean-up mission, so it was normal not to come to practice this time. ”

Fang Xiaobei nodded: "That's the case." ”

Then I thought of something:

"My sister and brother are ordinary people, and when they come back, won't the pollution affect them?"

"It depends on the time of return, if you come back now, it will indeed be contaminated. If you come back in a few days, the pollution here will probably have almost dissipated by then. ”

"That's good." Fang Xiaobei breathed a sigh of relief.

Xiao Tuoming stayed for a while, and didn't leave until nine o'clock in the evening, when Fang Xiaobei sent him to the door.

"Okay, don't send it. Don't turn off the lights at night. ”

"Remembered."

Fang Xiaobei handed the cleaned thermos cup to Xiao Tuoming, watched Xiao Tuoming take the thermos cup, and gradually walked away in the night.

It wasn't until Xiao Tuoming disappeared from his field of vision that Fang Xiaobei was completely relieved.

By worrying about his sister and brother, he has learned that there is still "mysterious" energy, or pollution, left in the house.

Fang Xiaobei was very happy, which showed that the aura in his body could grow.

Closing the door, he hurried to the grocery room, took out all the memorial goods, and carried them to the front yard.

Just as he was about to start arranging the formation, Fang Xiaobei thought of Xiao Tuoming's warning.

"When the object of the sacrifice is not the Empress, it will pollute you."

Fang Xiaobei thought for a while: I don't pay tribute at all, I just need the power of faith contained in it.

Good guys, there's a bug in the middle of it.

The power of faith contained in the memorial offerings is very primitive, it is only pure faith, there is no object to believe, and there is no source of dedication to faith.

"I don't know how these offerings are made." Fang Xiaobei muttered, and then began to use the sacrificial offerings to set up the array.

This time the formation is much more calm than last night, although the principle is the same, but the formation is more finely arranged, and the connection between the formations is also more smooth.

Fang Xiaobei sat in the array, although there was no expression on his face, the expectation in his eyes was unbearable.

Letting the mood flatten down a little, Fang Xiaobei closed his eyes, and the formation was activated.

There were 49 fires burning in various places in the front yard, and a circle of memorial offerings was placed around each fire to continue the flames.

The sparks dotted and the ashes floated up, seemingly being pulled in the air, drifting in their respective directions.

The burned-out black ashes were in place, and the ashes that gathered together actually formed a line that connected each fire together.

Looking down from the sky, one can see that the fire and the ashes form a circle, and there are many black lines of ash within the circle.

Each ball of fire rose and fell in a staggered manner, and the black lines of ash were dense like chains, blocking the surroundings.

Together, the fire and the ashes form a strange space.

And Fang Xiaobei was sitting in the center of this space, and he was also the eye of the formation.

There was a sudden wind in the front yard, blowing the plants in the front yard and shaking, and the direction of their shaking was invariably towards Fang Xiaobei.

In Fang Xiaobei's spiritual power perception, wisps of aura were being born within the formation, smiling but endless.

If Li Cheng was here at the moment, he would be able to perceive that the "mysterious" energy around him was rapidly gathering like Fang Xiaobei, and Fang Xiaobei was like a pumping machine, continuously absorbing the "mysterious" energy that had been gathered.

Even, the "mysterious" energy also formed a whirlpool, and the bottom of the whirlpool was Fang Xiaobei.

Within the formation, the concentration of aura gradually began to increase.

Fang Xiaobei's meridians have not been opened now, and he can't run the exercises to absorb the aura, so he can only rely on the instinct of his body to absorb it.

Mobilize the aura in the dantian and begin to wash the body's meridians.

It's just that after healing, compared to the original, the aura mass in the body has shrunk by seventy percent.

The process of cleaning and scrubbing is slow, about fifteen minutes to wash away the one-inch-long meridians.

If the dantian is compared to a reservoir, the aura is the water in the reservoir, and the meridians are the water pipes. Now that the water pipe is blocked, what Fang Xiaobei has to do now is to dredge the blocked water pipe.

It's just that now there is only a small bucket of water that can be used to wash the pipes, and it can only be cleaned little by little.

As time passed, as the spiritual temperature washed over the meridians, the clean and smooth meridians were extended little by little, and the impurities of the meridians were also discharged from the body little by little through the pores.

Fang Xiaobei's feeling was very subtle, he could feel that his body was gradually becoming clean, but there was a foul smell coming from his body.

Fang Xiaobei was very smart, he chose to wash the Xiao Zhou Tian meridians first, so that the aura could flow locally first.

Six hours passed, and finally, Xiao Zhoutian's meridians were completely dredged.

These six hours are very long, and the aura is completely exhausted on the way, and I have to rely on the body's instinctive absorption of the aura to restore the scale of the aura in the dantian.

The residual aura ran along Xiao Zhoutian, and the transformation aura accumulated in the formation began to quickly enter Fang Xiaobei's dantian.

This speed is much faster than the body's instinct to absorb it.

Under the operation of Xiao Zhoutian, the growth of aura in the dantian was not only limited to external absorption, but also began to give birth to aura in the dantian.

The aura in the dantian was gradually filled, and when the seventy percent of the dantian space was filled, Fang Xiaobei mobilized the aura to continue to wash the other meridians.

Now, the speed of washing the meridians is getting faster and faster, and it is no longer as slow as it was at the beginning.

In the front yard, after the original burning memorial items are burned out, the surrounding spare memorial items will be automatically ignited, and the relay generally replaces the original fire mass to maintain the operation of the formation.

After three hours, all the meridians of the whole body were washed.

At this time, all the memorial goods in the front yard were finally burned out, and there were no spare memorial items.

At five o'clock in the morning, the sun had not yet risen below the horizon, but the morning light could not hold back.

The morning light shone into the front yard, the ground was full of ashes, the boy sat among the ashes, and the morning light fell on the young man's shoulder, dazzling.