At dawn three days later, Fang Yan stopped in the sky above a continuous mountain range that was 20,000 miles away from Cloud City, looked around, looked at the endless mountains, and said softly, "Just here, let's go down." ”

The Golden Winged Demon Phoenix retracted its wings and fell.

He found a flat place at the foot of a mountain and sat down, he took out a Soul Condensing Pill and held it in his hand to look at it, and he was a little distracted for a while. After a long while, he took a deep breath, swallowed it in one gulp, closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, waiting quietly.

Although I don't know if there is a powerful demon cover in this mountain range, but with the golden-winged demon phoenix, Fang Yan is not worried about his safety at all.

A quarter of an hour.

Two quarters of an hour......

Half an hour passed, and the dialect remained motionless, as if it had settled down. But the demon phoenix, who had been standing behind him, suddenly spread its wings and flew dozens of feet away before falling gently. Glancing at the fallen leaves beside him.

On the surface, the fallen leaves don't seem to be unusual. But if you look closely, you can see that the fallen leaves are dancing slightly, as if a breeze is blowing.

Gradually, the fallen leaves within two feet of the dialect began to shake, and the frequency of shaking became faster and faster. After shaking for half an hour, the fallen leaves slowly floated up and flew towards him, and then the dead branches and small stones on the ground also began to shake, and finally they all flew towards him. The shadow of love is like a force pulling them from the dialect.

The things stopped abruptly as they flew half a foot away from the dialect, and then slowly floated up and down, slowly rotating around him. The speed gradually increased, and finally a vortex of constant rotation was formed, enveloping his figure inside, and he was no longer visible.

Although Fang Yan's eyes were closed, his mind was very clear, listening to the loud whirring sound in his ears, he wanted to open his eyes to see, but he found that his eyelids were heavy and difficult to open.

Just when he was a little panicked, his body trembled suddenly, and he felt very keenly that the Soul Condensing Pill in his body slowly dissipated, and then, he felt that the invisible pure energy quickly poured into his dantian, and finally all of them were swallowed and absorbed by his own natal vitality without exception.

At this time, Fang Yan suddenly became worried, can these replaced vitality still heal the injury? If he can't, then he'll lose more than he gains.

It took nearly a quarter of an hour for the natal vitality to slowly slow down, and at this time, Fang Yan could clearly perceive that his natal vitality seemed to be a little larger than before.

The slightly larger natal energy in his body quickly swam along the various tendons and veins, and began to churn slowly, and then, more and more pure energy began to surge into his body like a tide, making him tremble uncontrollably. Moreover, these vitality qi are obviously much purer than before, and no trace of impurities can be found.

The pure energy pouring into the body slowed down sharply, and after more than an hour, it finally reached a full state and stopped. As he stopped, the fallen leaves and branches that had been revolving around him slowly fell to the ground, and everything was calm again.

After the tumbling vitality in his body slowly fell silent, Fang Yan opened his eyes in surprise. It was so easy to enter the Soul Condensing Realm. There was no pain at all. How did he know that if it weren't for the spirit of the Yuan Qi in his body, the purification of the Natal Yuan Qi alone would be enough to make him miserable.

Because his natal vitality is the spirit of that vitality, the king of all vitality, the purest energy in the world, this saved him from a great pain.

"Condensation!"

Fang Yan stretched out his palm and snorted softly.

"Whew!"

A transparent aura emerged from the palm of his hand, beating like a flame in his palm.

"I've finally advanced to the Soul Condensing Realm, and I'm able to summon the vitality in my body." Fang Yan tried his best to suppress the not calm state of mind, and looked at the vitality beating in his palm with a complicated face, he knew that the vitality in his body could now be said to be his soul, which was directly related to his life and death. At this time, he can be regarded as truly stepping into the right path of cultivation.

When the strength reaches this level, when you fight against people again, you will no longer rely on strength to win simply like in the Yuan Qi period. In the Genki Period, it is impossible for two people of the same rank to kill each other in a single move. Because in this realm, the vitality in the body of people of the same rank is almost the same.

In the Soul Condensation Realm, even if there are two people with the same realm, it is possible for one of them to behead the opponent without much effort. Because in this realm, the two of them no longer rely on simple vitality, but also exercises and weapons. A good set of exercises or a good weapon can increase one's strength by more than two or three times. In other words, dialects have entered a more dangerous realm.

In this realm, the strength of the opponent can no longer be distinguished by the eyes like in the Yuan Qi period. The eyes can see the difference between realms, but they can't see how many sets of exercises the other party has learned, and how powerful the exercises are. I can't even see the depth of the other party, and how terrifying the combat effectiveness is.

Fang Yan looked at the beating vitality in a daze, and only came back to his senses after a while, and when his mind moved again, the vitality disappeared out of thin air. With a flip of his palm, the immortal qi was summoned by him again. appeared on top of his palm. Turning it over and over again like this, I had a lot of fun like a child. There is also a rare innocent smile on his face.

Unfortunately, this smile did not flash on his face for a moment before he retracted it, and was replaced by a kind of loneliness to helplessness. He stretched out his other hand and gently stroked the vitality, his gaze blank, staring into the distance, without saying a word.

The golden-winged demon phoenix behind him looked at him quietly, and a look of doubt flashed in his small eyes.

After a long time, Fang Yan seemed to remember something, came back to his senses, and with a thought, he withdrew his vitality into his body, and then gently slapped his palm on his chest.

After a moment, sensing this rapid recovery of minor injuries, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Fang Yan's mouth. After devouring and absorbing, the vitality still has that terrifying recovery ability.

With a movement of his palm, he took out another set of blue books from the spatial ring.

Ninefold Destruction Fist!

Looking at the few large characters on the blue cover, Fang Yan flipped it over.

"Nine-fold Destruction Fist, boxing skills, nine-fold fist method, heavy superposition, its power is stronger than the other, practice to the fullest, one punch is enough to knock a boulder into powder. The fourth to sixth levels of the fist technique can only be practiced by reaching the middle stage of soul condensation, and the last three levels need to reach the strength of the late stage. ”

"One gravity can knock a boulder into powder?" Fang Yan smacked his lips and couldn't wait to read it. His face was full of undisguised excitement. You know, crushing a boulder and breaking it into powder are two different things.

After memorizing the whole set of exercises, he closed his eyes again and practiced in his mind according to the patterns and words in the exercises.

In the following time, Fang Yan put all his thoughts on this exercise that interested him so much, and before he knew it, three days passed in a flash.

In the early morning of the fourth day, Fang Yan opened his eyes suddenly, stood up one by one, looked at a towering ancient tree not far away that was thicker than his waistline, and with a thought, he raised his hand to make a fluttering movement on his chest, and then waved it gently. This is the third of the Nine Destruction Punches.

"Whew!"

A ferocious vitality roared away, like a tiger released from a cage, and pounced fiercely on the towering ancient tree.

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! ”

Triple power, three muffled sounds, and the part of the tree trunk that was hit was directly blasted into debris and exploded. Because of the speed, the upper part of the tree fell straight down, and the two interfaces were glued together, but miraculously did not fall.

Fang Yan stared at the flying debris in shock, and his lips slowly opened, "This power is too terrifying, isn't it?" What happens if it hits someone? ”

Swallowing hard, he glanced at his palm again, and an unreal feeling appeared in his mind inexplicably. Who would have thought that he who had been chased and killed by a Soul Condensing Realm powerhouse the day before now had such terrifying power.

After a while, he came back from his trance, took a deep breath, and a soft smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"If my father knew my current strength, I don't know what his expression would be?"

Thinking of his father, his face darkened again, and the smile on his face slowly faded, replaced by a gritted hatred. He looked at the early sky, turned back to the Golden Winged Demon Phoenix and said, "We'll go back after dark." ”

The Golden Winged Demon Phoenix nodded and did not make a sound.

Sitting bored for a while, Fang Yan suddenly thought that this was a mountain range. At that moment, my mind came alive. I thought about finding a demon beast of comparable strength to try my current strength.

"You wait for me here, I'll walk around." He didn't go with the demon phoenix, with it, no matter how powerful the demon beast was, it could only be slaughtered by him.

Biyi Golden-winged Demon Phoenix is a divine beast, and it has a natural sense of oppression against demon beasts.