In spring, the scenery is empty, a hundred flowers bloom, everything recovers, and endless vitality emanates. This is Yang Yuanhao's favorite very much. As a result, his mansion is surrounded by new trees, and there is also a garden in the courtyard. The energy array of his mansion is based on this.

Yang Yuanhao held the rusty beads he saw on the street stall in both hands, and he was puzzled in his heart.

"How so? How is there no trace of induction. It felt right, like, Reiki. His mind moved, and he put the beads on the table, and in his hand he knotted a strange magic seal, which attracted the spirit.

Spiritual induction, spiritual realm cultivators must practice the sealing method. The so-called spiritual position, leading the aura of heaven and earth into the body, wandering the internal organs and veins, removing the doubtful debris of the mortal realm quenching the body, and then excreting from the body, and finally through the meridians to melt into the dantian, and the vitality of it is fused, forming a "yin and yang qi" in the dantian, that is, the foundation is complete. And "inducing spirit" is to refine pure aura in the air full of impurities, and the higher the cultivation, the purer the aura.

Yang Yuanhao formed the method of attracting spirits, and the extremely spiritual heaven and earth energy surrounded his body. Then, his handprint changed slightly, and the aura of the Dao burrowed into the rusty beads one by one.

"Buzz".

A hum came from the bead. As the aura gradually entered, the bead emitted a kind of light, gradually shining as bright as the sun, piercing people's eyes.

"Boom".

Thinking of it in a low muffled voice, the bead shook violently, and the transmission of spiritual energy was suddenly interrupted, and Yang Yuanhao couldn't help but snort and hurriedly put away the seal knot.

After the aura was interrupted, the light emitted gradually disappeared, the beads slowly softened, and finally turned into a blue light, which had to drill into Yang Yuanhao's brow.

"Ah......" Yang Yuanhao's eyes darkened and he fainted.

When Yang Yuanhao woke up, it was already night. He opened his eyes and found himself lying on the bed, a blue figure drinking from a glass of water at the table.

"Wake up." The blue figure seemed to feel it, turned around, and looked at Yang Yuanhao, seeing that his face was Zhao Wuchang. "How could you be lying on the ground."

Yang Yuanhao glanced at Zhao Wuchang and shook his head. He remembered that he channeled the aura into the orb, and eventually the orb turned into a blue light and burrowed into his brain, and then fell asleep. In between the slumbers, it seems to sit in a dream, in which a word is mentioned, gimmicks.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" A loud voice dragged Yang Yuanhao out of his memory.

"It's fine." He replied lightly.

"Huh! By the way, I heard that you had some conflicts with Guo Lin, and you also hurt him. Hehe, that's funny. Zhao Wuchang stood up and asked.

"Guo Lin?"

"Oh! It's the boy you stabbed in the arm. ”

"How do you know, his name is Guo Lin." Yang Yuanhao looked at him with suspicious eyes.

"Hehe, don't look at me like that. Now the grapevine is there. It is said that he is a member of the Three Great Empires of the Sword Country, and he is also the Emperor of the Empire, the second son of the Sword Venerable. Oh, it may be that the future lord of a country was injured by you, what a miracle. Zhao Wuchang said with a smile, with a hint of schadenfreude on his face.

"He provoked me first." Yang Yuanhao held on to the corner of the bed, stood up, walked to the table and sat down. "If he still comes to provoke me again, I don't mind letting an empire have one less heir, regardless of his backstage, whether it is or not, Sword Venerable."

Looking at Yang Yuanhao's face glowing with cold light, Zhao Wuchang smiled helplessly. I only hope that Guo Lin can know what is good and bad, otherwise, maybe the country of the sword will really have one less successor.

The moon is no longer so dark. Hanging high in the air, the cold color shines on people's hearts. The wind is still blowing gently.

The Luoyun Mountain Range is the Yuan Beast Mountain Range closest to Fengcheng. Located in the east, the Yuan Beasts in it are powerful, and there is no shortage of powerful Yuan Beasts with respect for the body realm.

The Yuan Beast, a beast that survives by devouring the Yuan Qi of Heaven and Earth, can practice like a human. Among them, there are also some extremely powerful primordial beasts that can speak, and even turn into human form. The Yuan Beast ranks are divided into one to nine levels. The first-order primordial beast is equivalent to the human level, the mortal realm.

"Bang".

Near the Luoyun Mountain Range, a huge black shadow fell to the ground, and a slender figure landed on the huge black shadow, panting continuously. Yang Yuanhao wiped the blood on the dagger with his hand and looked at the Yuan Beast under his feet.

"Whew! Sure enough, it was still a bit difficult to kill the second-order primordial beast. It seems that there is a need to practice a kind of exercise, and the previous one is no longer enough. He muttered to himself. The knife fell, and a red prismatic crystal was dug out of the head of the Yuan Beast by Yang Yuanhao. It was the Yuan Crystal, and only the Yuan Beast that was strong enough existed.

Yang Yuanhao put away Yuanjing and looked at the dagger. One word comes to mind, gimmick.

After Zhao Wuchang left, he had seriously cracked that light, which was actually a cultivation method, about another profession, a pattern copying master.

Pattern Painter, another extremely prosperous profession in the Yuansheng Continent. Although they did not possess the same powerful cultivation as a large number of cultivators, they were one of the hundred ordinary cultivators. Their cultivation method is not the body, but the soul.

Soul, also known as Yuan Soul. If the soul of a cultivator or even the root of a person disappears, then it means that the person or cultivator is dead. For the Pattern Painter, the Yuan Soul is even more important. They have a unique means of using a large amount of aura to refine their souls, and use the power of the soul to engrave a pattern on some artifacts and magic circles, and then refine them with essence blood, which will play a great additional role and make these artifacts and magic circles more powerful. The strength of the amplification depends entirely on the strength of a Copyist. The Pattern Masters can also be described as Inscription Array Masters, because they add another magic circle to these artifacts and magic circles to increase their amplification. And they can all be inscribed with circles.

The Pattern Master can be divided into four levels: the Mortal Rank, the Spirit Rank, the King Rank, and the Holy Rank. The gap between each level is like a chasm. Of course, not everyone can become a copyist, it needs to have a high level of talent and strong soul power.

"The Copyist." Yang Yuanhao whispered. Tuck the dagger at your waist, tap your toes, and fly towards the city.

"If I can become a copyist, maybe I will have one more means to save my life, and I will be even more powerful......"

The early sun rises and wakes up all things that are asleep.

Yang Yuanhao walked in his garden, looking at the purple and red, the petals were dotted with early morning dew, which was really beautiful.

He gently stroked the dew on the petals, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, and smelled a faint fragrance, which may be the smell of the petals, or it may be the unique smell of the aura in the dew droplets.

After a night of soul tempering, he felt that his spiritual sense was more keen, and the things in front of him were incomparably clear.

However, he was stunned that he did not touch the door with a trace of the pattern. Eventually, he was relieved. The refining of the pattern master comes from the aura of heaven and earth, and maybe you will get something by feeling it.

"Boom".

A powerful force spread in the distance, although it was far away, but a night of soul refining also had a certain effect. In that energy there was a fluctuation that he was very familiar with, aura. Someone broke through the spiritual realm.

"Is it Xi Meiji?" Yang Yuanhao looked at the direction where the energy came from and muttered in a low voice. Suddenly, he turned his head abruptly and said coldly, "What person?" ”

"Chatter, worthy of being an invisible son, the old man has just come here, and before he can put away his vitality, he was discovered. It's really shameless! Out of the courtyard in the west, a dark shadow gradually emerged, and its face could not be seen clearly, but the hoarse voice could be judged to be an old man.

"Who are you?" Yang Yuanhao's eyes were already a little cold. The palms of his hands were clenched tightly, and there was cold sweat on his forehead, because he found that the old man in front of him was terrifyingly strong, and he was not something he could compete with now.

"Babble, who is the old decay? You don't need to know, I think we'll meet, my host has a lot of interest in you! Looking at Yang Yuanhao, who was tense, the old man smiled. No, I won't be shooting at you for a while. Yang clan, young patriarch? ”

"Who are you?" Yang Yuanhao was shocked in his heart and shouted loudly. Pulling out the dagger at his waist, he instantly covered the dagger with vitality in his hand, and then stabbed at the old man with a "whoosh".

Seeing this, the old man flicked his fingers, and a dark vitality slammed into the flying dagger. The dagger broke in an instant between collisions and fell weakly to the ground. The old man waved again, and a vitality was refined towards Yang Yuanhao, although Yang Yuanhao could be said to have some strength, but in front of the old man, he was an ant. He couldn't dodge it, and slammed it into his chest. Yang Yuanhao spit out a mouthful of blood with a "poof", and his face turned pale. "Don't worry, young patriarch. One day, you and I will really fight each other. At that time, the old man will no longer show mercy to his subordinates, chattering...... "The old man's arm moved, and a black mist wrapped him, and finally gradually disappeared.

"No matter who you are, one day, I will trample you under my feet......"

"Don't worry, young patriarch. One day, you and I will really fight each other. At that time, the old man will no longer show mercy to his subordinates, chattering...... "The old man's arm moved, and a black mist wrapped him, and finally gradually disappeared.

Yang Yuanhao stood up shaky, wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, stared at the place where the old man disappeared, and his eyes became even more awe-inspiring. I made up my mind that I must become a copyist, so that I will be stronger

"No matter who you are, one day, I will trample you under my feet......" Yang Yuanhao clutched his chest and staggered into the room. Hold on to sit on the edge of the bed.

"That old man's strength is indeed terrifying, at least it is a cultivation of the Venerable Body Realm. Although it is the mercy of his subordinates, the power of the Venerable Body Realm is really terrifying, and it is far from something I can resist. Yang Yuanhao sat up with difficulty. The already unhealed injury is even more serious, and the Lingchi battle has been less than two days......" thought in his heart, but did not stop at all, pinched his handprint, and repaired the wound in his body.

Time flickered, and an hour passed quietly. Yang Yuanhao opened his eyes, and the vitality in his body that was chaotic due to injury had been flattened.

"Without a certain amount of exercises, cultivation is really slow! Two days have passed since the breakthrough, but even the foundation of the Spirit Realm has not been stabilized. He flipped his palm, and a withered yellow scroll appeared in his hand.

"Yuan Lingdu." He muttered under his breath. This dossier was found in a remnant during an experience, but the previous cultivation was not enough to cultivate.

Yang Yuanhao lifted the scroll with his hand, and a dark golden light flashed in the scroll, holding up a light curtain:

"Yuan Ling Decision, Xuanjie Zhongpin Exercises. Cultivators need spiritual realm to cultivate. This method can refine the vitality of heaven and earth and spiritual energy from the air at the same time, and then melt it into the body to speed up the refining and fusion. It can make cultivation twice the result with half the effort. ”

On the Yuansheng Continent, there is a kind of exercise and attack scroll that can be used to cooperate with cultivation, which is called "Yuan Duel, Martial Arts". And these "Yuan Duel and Martial Arts" are also strong and weak, and are divided into: heaven, earth, Xuan, and Huang. Each stage is divided into upper, middle and lower grades.

Yang Yuanhao read the "Yuan Ling Decision" carefully, kept the cultivation method in his heart, and put away the scroll. The palm of his hand quickly pinched the seal and began to cultivate. The seal in his hand is very rusty, and the essence of heaven and earth (the collective name of vitality and aura) does not attract a little, but in the body. Because of refining the qi of heaven and earth, the vitality is chaotic again. "Poof" spat out blood.

"It seems that you can't rush it! Otherwise, it will only make the injuries in the body more serious. He put away the cultivation seal of the Yuan Ling Decision. The mudra was another knot, and streams of extremely spiritual heaven and earth qi surged, surrounding his eyebrows, and finally burrowing into his brows when his hands fell.

Between his eyebrows, a figure was forming. With the fusion of that ** aura, it gradually solidified, and after the last aura disappeared, it was completely formed. Look at that face, it was Yang Yuanhao. This is his spirit body, a sign of the condensation of the power of the soul, and the basis for becoming a Mawen Master. This also marks the closer he is to becoming a mosaic master.

Another half an hour passed, and Yang Yuanhao pinched the Dharma seal to end his practice, and his eyes opened and flashed with a fine light. As soon as his spirit moved, a golden light came out of his eyebrows, and finally slowly appeared, it was his spirit body.

"This is the 'spirit body', according to the cultivation method of the Mo pattern master, the condensation of the 'spirit body' will give you a first glimpse of the door, and then you only need to engrave the seal to truly become a pattern master." Yang Yuanhao made a finger move, and the "spirit body" turned into a golden light and drilled back into his eyebrows. Then he knotted the cultivation method of Yuan Ling Decision, and slowly a strange fluctuation filled the entire room, his eyes opened slightly, and the golden light flashed in his eyes. He was amazed in his heart, he could see two different heaven and earth qi facing each other, it seemed that after condensing the spirit body, the power of the Yuan Soul was extremely powerful.

He sighed in his heart, as soon as his handprint changed, the two different heavenly and earthly qi actually poured into his body like crazy.

"Ah......" The crazy influx of thousands of heaven and earth essence qi filled his meridians, and the power rioted, and there were even signs of breaking the meridians.

"Damn, I'm still too anxious." I sighed in my heart. Reprint. A strange force guided the two essences to swim through the meridians, and the pores were all open, hoping to consume some of the essence. However, he thought about it, if it was such a consumption, even if he saved his body, then what effect would his cultivation have. If you have done something wrong, you will be wrong to the end; If it can't be recovered, let's seek success in the risk!

As he spoke, his mind moved, and the vitality in the dantian quickly crossed out, swimming in the major meridians, and the brute force wanted to wrap the essence of the riot, but how could the tamed tiger be compared with the wild male lion! The essence of heaven and earth suddenly skyrocketed, and it swallowed up the vitality in the dantian. Then he wantonly destroys the meridians and slowly swims to the internal organs.

"Damn it! Give me repression, repression. Yang Yuanhao roared angrily in his heart, and blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth. The brows overflowed with aura. The clothes on its back were torn open, revealing a black seal, and the beast mark in the center of the seal seemed to open its mouth and swallow the overflowing aura.

In the body, a black air mass appeared, quickly enveloping the essence of the riot, swimming through the meridians. Those essences were still a little riotous at first, but there was no movement for a moment, and finally entered the dantian, and the inky black gas slowly disappeared. Behind Yang Yuanhao, the eyes of the beast mark suddenly lit up, and then there was no movement.

Yang Yuanhao, who was outside the body, was extremely surprised when he saw that situation, he didn't know what it was, and gradually the inky black gas disappeared strangely, leaving no trace as if it had never appeared. Although Yang Yuanhao was strange in his heart, he didn't care in the end, because the matter had been resolved, at least the inky black gas didn't hurt him.

He wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and slowly formed handprints, the essence of the dantian, without a trace of temper, slowly merged with the passage of time, and the essence of heaven and earth was also constantly introduced, repairing the injured meridians, but what Yang Yuanhao didn't notice was that there was a wisp of inky black airflow, which merged into the essence of slowly fusing ......

Time passed little by little, and the sky gradually brightened. Yang Yuanhao, who was sitting cross-legged, also woke up.

"Whew." He let out a cloudy breath and felt it. I can't help but be happy. "It's about to break through to the spiritual realm, it seems that yesterday's wanton destruction, coupled with the fusion and repair of vitality and aura, has made the meridians more tenacious. Tomorrow's 'Spirit Pond Battle' will begin. ”

He stood up and stood in front of the window, looking at the north of Fengcheng, where the "Spirit Pond Battle" began.

"Heavy treasure." Yang Yuanhao remembered the news he heard in Yongkang Restaurant, and wondered in his heart, what is the so-called heavy treasure? Even the Fire Venerable was making ripples in his heart.

Fengcheng was already overcrowded at this time. Now, because of the release of the news, the intentions of some foreign and domestic powerhouses have changed, and their fundamental purpose is to treasure the treasure. Because it was the Lord of the Fire Country, the Fire Venerable personally investigated.

Yongkang Restaurant is still hot. Yang Yuanhao sat on the second floor with a wine glass and looked out the window at the crowd. I can't help but sigh in my heart.

"This 'Spirit Pond Battle' will be more competitive than before. However, this kind of training is more interesting! ”

"Hey, you know? A disciple of the Fire Venerable, Yin Ming fought a battle with the Fatherless Son, and it is said that the Fatherless Son was injured by him. ”

"Hey, your news is no longer good. The latest news, the two fought again last night, and the lifeless son broke through the spiritual realm Dacheng and fought a draw with Yin Ming. "What? The lifeless son has reached the realm of Dacheng and is worthy of talent. This 'Spirit Pond Battle' should be able to take the lead. ”

"I can't say it too early, it is said that the nephew of the Shadow Venerable of the Shadow Country, the eldest son of the Sword Venerable of the Sword Country, and the daughter of the Wind Venerable who have never met are all here, they are all people of the same level as Yin Ming, and the Fateless Son has a strong opponent this time! It seems that the ** power of this heavy treasure is really incomparably great, and even the other three Venerables are coveted it. ”

"Yes! This time the battle for the spirit pool will be much more exciting than before! ”

“…………”

Listening to the conversation in the restaurant, Yang Yuanhao fell into deep thought, this treasure may be a divine object, otherwise why would the four venerables be moved This time the competition is even greater than imagined.

Yang Yuanhao walked out of the restaurant and walked on the street. Suddenly, someone slapped him from behind. He turned his head and saw a handsome young man in a blue shirt, it was none other than Zhao Wuchang.

"I heard that even the eldest son of the Sword Venerable, Guo Jian, is here this time. You beat his brother, wouldn't it be more interesting if you even beat him too? Zhao Wuchang said teasingly. But Yang Yuanhao just looked at him, then turned around and continued to walk towards his house.

"Hey...... You're so boring, you don't laugh at a joke. Zhao Wuchang chased after him wordlessly.

"Whoa." He stretched out his hand and handed Yang Yuanhao a thing, and if he looked closely, it was a dagger, and if he sensed it carefully, he would find that there was a little aura emanating from it.

"Is this ......," Yang Yuanhao asked lightly.

"This is a spiritual weapon that has been inscribed by a mortal grade Mowen master, and it is given to you." Zhao Wuchang directly let go of his hand, and the dagger fell into Yang Yuanhao's hand.

Spiritual weapons, weapons that have been inscribed and imprinted by the Mowen Master, have a certain spirituality. With the vitality of the cultivator, the power of the weapon can be greatly exerted.

"Mowen Master?! Where did you get this dagger? Yang Yuanhao was suspicious.

"Don't ask so much, it's just right anyway, not using some cheap means" Zhao Wuchang retreated Yang Yuanhao, and then walked away.

"............" Yang Yuanhao looked at the figure in the distance and suddenly smiled. Then he put the dagger in front of his eyes and looked at it, is this the spiritual weapon that has been engraved by the Mowen Master? Sure enough, it's different, and it's just the right time to try if you can become a real mosaic master.

Time flies by all the time. As night fell, the starlight filled the night sky, and the moonlight was still peaceful. The hustle and bustle of the day in Fengcheng has gradually subsided, but many people may not sleep tonight.

When the east was white, Fengcheng became popular again, even more so than before. And Yang Yuanhao, who was cultivating, also opened his eyes.

"The 'Spirit Pool War', finally, is about to begin."