The cyan gourd was half-transparent, and the blood ants didn't seem to feel Jiang Feng's Xuan-level coercion in it, and for this strange closed environment, they waved their tentacles and kept crawling hard, trying to find the exit here. Jiang Feng no longer hesitated, and completely according to the records in the book, he threw in two identical vermilion blood ants in a row, among the cyan gourd, the three blood ants you touch me, I touch you, and there is no obvious change.

Seven kinds of medicinal herbs were arranged in front of Jiang Feng one by one, these herbs were all big road goods, not many years, not very valuable, the total price of one was only twenty first-order spirit stones, and the herbs were put into the cyan gourd one by one, and with the recitation of the mantra, the cyan gourd gradually became hot, as if it was placed on the fire. Part of the medicinal power in the herb, as the heat rises, part of it is steamed out, gathered in one place, entangled into a blue-blue smoke, and is quickly absorbed by the three vermilion blood ants, the edges of their bodies, gradually have vague signs of melting, and their ferocity is also stimulated to the limit.

Ignoring the restrictions of their kind, they began to bite each other, stumps, wings and carapace fragments splashing down continuously, unlike normal fighting, some of the fragments seemed to have spirituality, quickly fused into the most dominant individual among them, and continued to annihilate. Transfiguration, until only one strange-shaped blood ant remained, it looked around, swallowed the remaining remains and all the herb residues, and increased its body by three percent, and the short wings on its back became solid and thick, compared to the previous blood ants, it seemed that it could perform short sprints and glides.

The index finger flicked slightly, and a drop of essence blood was put into the cyan gourd, the blood ant swallowed the essence blood, and his eyes seemed to be slightly clearer, Jiang Feng dispersed the phantom of the cyan gourd, and the blood ant shook his head, relieved some of the discomfort after the body was separated from the gourd, looked at Jiang Feng, and did not rush up as recklessly as before.

Originally, the blood ants belonged to the demon beasts that did not enter the stream, and the three blood ants, with the help of the rapid alchemy, were fused together, and they seemed to be close to the level of weaker first-order demon beasts.

Go!

Jiang Feng felt the spiritual connection that the blood ant had established with himself through the essence blood, and ordered it to rush towards the hard rock wall, and the blood ant obeyed the order, regardless of it, rushed straight up, grabbed the rock with its short forelimbs, and bit it down.

It's a pity!

The result was average, not as powerful as expected, the stone wall was only bitten off fist-sized fragments, this kind of power was not enough to deal with ordinary spirit-level monks! Moreover, it didn't seem to have any skills other than the poisonous nature of the bite.

But it's nothing to think about, after all, the demon beast used to test the demon refining this time belongs to the lowest-end existence, fortunately, this demon beast is quite obedient, and it is enough to attract the attention of the monk for a short time, compared to taming the demon beast, this simple and fast method is quite practical.

Contemplating the cyan gourd phantom, it consumes more spiritual power than refining demon beasts, and after resting for an hour, Jiang Feng once again performed the Rapid Demon Alchemy Technique, refining six of the remaining seven blood ants into two new blood ants again.

The second generation of blood ants!

This is the new name Jiang Feng gave them, looking at the three second-generation blood ants neatly arranged, Jiang Feng couldn't help but think about a question, is it possible to refine these three second-generation blood ants again and become a more powerful individual?

Thinking like this, he concocted it according to the law, grabbed the three second-generation blood ants into the cyan gourd at the same time, and at the same time put in the last herb, and with another battle, the bodies of the three blood ants were broken again, fused, and gradually gathered into a larger individual with a longer wingspan.

Go!

The third-generation blood ant was thrown out of the cyan gourd, and this time it saved a drop of essence blood as a mark, and the blood ant, whose forelimbs became slightly thicker, attacked the rock wall again!

The result was a little better than before, it really reached the level of a first-order demon beast, two fist-sized stones were bitten down by its hard palate, and quickly cut into fine pieces, but unfortunately, these three generations of blood ants still didn't have any skills, due to the fusion of Jiang Feng's three drops of essence blood, Jiang Feng's connection with it was closer, and he was more casual in command.

The heart moved at will, and the three generations of blood ants flapped their wings and were suspended in mid-air, sprinting left and right, it seemed that they could barely entangle with a monk below the middle level of the spirit level for a moment, and as for the Xuan-level monk, I am afraid that they could turn it into a pile of corpses in a moment. However, compared to the most primitive vermilion blood ants, the changes of these three generations of blood ants have been very significant, if there can be a real first-order demon beast, or even close to the second-order demon beast as the basis for rapid refining, the effect should be better, and it may even cultivate an existence that can deal with Xuan-level monks, or even briefly confront ground-level monks, which should be helpful to supplement the lack of their own combat power.

As for using the lowest-level vermilion blood ants as a foundation, even if Jiang Feng tried his best, it would be difficult to cultivate a powerful existence, and the third generation of blood ants was only a first order, I am afraid that it would take seven or eight generations, or even ten generations to cultivate a powerful blood ant that could fight, even Jiang Feng, who was rough in arithmetic, could feel the huge amount of essence blood and medicinal herbs consumed.

There is time to investigate, where there is an ownerless, low-level demon beast community that is not valued, and this kind of demon beast, there is no record of transformation, and the capture and hunting are not restricted by the patriarchal law of the North Continent.

In the Raging Wind Canyon, the existence of a group of demon beasts, only the previous ring-tailed black ants, and the rest of the swarms gathered are rare, of course, they can also be hunted one by one, such as demon beasts like the Thunder Lizard, and even buy them directly from the trading house in batches, but they are not as rich as Cai Qiuzhen, so they naturally cannot use this method, and, according to the "Quick Alchemy", different kinds of demon beasts may fail to fuse.

Feeding the ignorant and overwhelmed vermilion blood ant to the third-generation blood ant that conveyed a sense of hunger, Jiang Feng put the synthetic demon beast obtained from the quick demon refining into the spirit beast bag, and instead focused on improving his cultivation.

Xuan-level sixfold!

This is Jiang Feng's current state of cultivation, he only needs to be promoted one more level, he can enter the ranks of Xuan-level high-level monks, but the last time he was promoted from Xuan-level five-fold to Xuan-level six, it was the result of the Black Snake Spirit obtaining mysterious energy from his apprentice Jiang Zhiwen, and then feeding it back to himself, but now, there is no such adventure.

The spirit of the black snake has not been restless recently, and after the spirit stones in hand have been much more abundant, Jiang Feng has already selected a kind of "feeding circle" that is like pain and consumes medium from the records of the previous leaders, which is used to alleviate the devouring of his cultivation by the spirit of the black snake. Therefore, his daily cultivation can accumulate a little, and it will not be absorbed by the other party.

The spirit of the black snake had previously absorbed the mysterious aura that Yan Shujia had injected into his body, and had also swallowed a monstrous spirit of Mohaishu, but there was no sign of being promoted to a higher level, in the test of the spirit beast egg, Jiang Feng had already found out this, it had only become a picky eater, and it had not yet undergone a qualitative change.

Cleansing talismans, tranquilizing talismans, cleansing talismans.

As if performing the phase splitting technique, Jiang Feng had already fallen in love with this sense of ritual, meditating in the dark stone room for six hours, getting rid of all kinds of distractions in his heart, and letting the abundant and pure spiritual power cleanse every point of his body, until he felt that his body was light, as if he was one with his surroundings.

Taking out the eggs of the second-order "Herbivorous Bird", feeling the desire and desire of the spirit of the black snake, Jiang Feng gently cracked the eggshell, revealing the sticky and fishy egg liquid inside, and swallowed all the juice inside, feeling a burst of heat in the abdomen, the spirit of the black snake swam up again, absorbing the essence of the demon beast egg, but unlike the previous time, it did not enter a deep sleep, but remained quiet.

It seems that if there is another chance to improve, it will probably need a third-order demon beast egg.

Ignoring the spirit of the black snake that was already harmless for the time being, Jiang Feng began to think carefully about the time since he was about to enter the canyon, set off in Dayi County, pretended to be a loose cultivator with Guo Shucai, stumbled all the way, went to the canyon ruins, and then entered it, exploring, fighting, surviving, getting out of trouble, counterattacking, scrambling, cooperating, conjecture, verifying, all kinds of images, light and shadow intertwined, constantly emerging in front of his eyes and mind, all kinds of experiences, different pasts, in the depths of the soul, in the Faxiang, around the dantian, everywhere around the body, gradually precipitated, turned into wisps of precious experience。

This is not enough.

The figure of Mo Haishu appeared in the memory, and the pain of the fierce spirit entering the body seemed to wander around the body; Cai Qiuzhen's analysis and interpretation, the analysis that hit the heart, echoed in the ears; Yin Du's illusory illusion, the impact of the soul without knowing the truth, seemed to be just yesterday; the simple and rough fighting methods at the Chu family's night banquet, and the onlookers and peeps of the prefecture-level monks, were all in the memory, forming all kinds of profound imprints, and like the remnant snow melting under the warm wind, turning into bits and pieces of experience, silently converging into the sea of experience.

Call!

Where is the avenue?

What should I do?

What kind of rules should I follow in all my actions to move forward?

Which is more important between the sect and me, which comes first, am I the sect, or is the sect for me?

All kinds of worries and questions evaporated out in the sea of experience, turning into wisps of trapped threads, connecting all Jiang Feng's past memories piece by piece, and piercing into the depths of memory, pulling out countless precipitated thoughts.

There are enemies, there are friends, there are partners,

There are apprentices, lovers, acquaintances,

There are guests, there are longings, there are old people, there are deceased,

There are high-ranking people who can't be touched, there are vulgar mortals who bow their heads silently, there are vague faces that are sparse and can't even recall the details, and there are also world-class faces that make Jiang Feng's heart pound and it is difficult to extricate himself.

He remembered the righteous word at the head, and Pu Tiexin, who had entered the prefecture level;

He remembered Yue Xishan, who personally slashed and died unrepentant;

He remembered Chu Yiming, who had crossed the soul and agreed to help;

He remembered Wang Xiandao, who replaced the handbook and designed to be impressed;

He remembered the Mohaishu who avenged his brother and made a two-year covenant;

......

He remembered Zheng Keyi, who was gentle and considerate in every detail;

He thought of Yu Xiaoman, who was cold-faced and tulle, and had a thousand tricks;

He remembered Qiu Zhenzhen, who was lying and false, and wanted to kill Qiu Zhenzhen;

He remembered Xiao Mingzhen, who didn't dare to touch it, and was spicy and unscrupulous;

He remembered Yan Shujia, who had short hair and a round face and disgusted eyes;

......

They all have a dreamlike connection with themselves, and Jiang Feng, who is in the core, can't breathe because he can't bear its weight, and he turns around with the waves like a boat in a whirlpool, unable to peek into the true meaning.

He has too many concerns!

His remnants are too strong!

His imagination is too complicated!

There are so many that his sea of knowledge is difficult to support, unbearable, who is the master, who is the auxiliary, who is the key to this, who am I, where am I from, why am I torn apart by so many things, troubled, confused, where do I want to lead?

Countless thoughts, from obscurity to pale, and then glowing green, becoming blue like water, and then steaming, in an instant, turned into hot red blood, and was entangled by the inexplicable black mist, turning into unshatterable miscellaneous thoughts, a group of lingering demons, instantly filled his entire sea of consciousness, and the spiritual power in his body became disordered and disorderly, Jiang Feng, who was in the heart of the whirlpool, could not feel this obvious change.

At this moment, Jiang Feng's storage bag floated slightly, and the imprint of his soul was dispersed by an inexplicable domineering force, and a pumpkin-like gentian fruit flew out of it, and with a burst of white light, the pumpkin shattered into fine dust, and from a glove, a palm-sized black ancient treasure flew out.

It's the Tower of Eternity!

The ancient treasure floated in front of Jiang Feng, stirring up layers of gray ripples, Jiang Feng's body had begun to stiffen, opened his chaotic and confused eyes, and the ripples spread again, hitting his heart, shattering all the countless flying demons, turning them into colorless droplets, and falling into the sea of experience.

The sea of experience then became fuller, fuller, steady, without waves, and without a single wave.

What's wrong with me?

Jiang Feng's thoughts became accessible again, and his thoughts returned to clarity again, by the way, I seemed to have gone crazy just now, thinking too much, too miscellaneous, and different desires were therefore mixed in one place, beyond my ability to know the sea.

Just now, it should have been this ancient treasure Tower of Eternity that saved me!

Looking at the Tower of Eternity, which was still suspended at his side, Jiang Feng quickly came to his senses, he stretched out his right hand, and gently touched the slowly rotating pitch-black shield with a slight crack, feeling the slightest chill, and his heart was calmed again.

Although this ancient treasure has no active function, it has avoided the owner from going crazy at a critical moment, and he has not discovered it before.

Call!

Taking advantage of the clarity of the Dao heart, Jiang Feng took a sharp breath, and the surrounding spiritual energy quickly became thinner, he would spend a third-order, several heavenly and earthly treasures purchased in advance to swallow, and then sell the Chu Anlan Pill in Lizhou City, in exchange for the "Fat Melting Elixir" to swallow, feel the rich medicinal power and spirituality, from which suddenly burst out, Jiang Feng crushed dozens of second-order spirit stones, and increased the concentration of spiritual energy around his body again, so as to sacrifice the alchemy pill and spiritual materials, let them turn into colorless streams, and inject them into the sea of experience.

The sea of experience surged again, and the thoughts that had calmed down were scattered again, but with the suppression of the ancient treasure Tower of Eternity, these thoughts were arranged in an orderly manner, turning into chains locked in one place, extending into nothingness, as if connecting deeper and farther inexplicable existences, as if they were connected with fate.

A new idea gradually took over the mainstream, lingering in the mind.

Weaving into a chain, gathering talents into a network, leading by the situation, taking advantage of the trend.

That's right, that's it, all the past and the future, all the friends and enemies, are in this chain, this net, really affect me, in the process of me and the sect to forge ahead together, only by constantly intersecting with them, converging with them, and eliminating all difficulties, can we have a better future.

Go with the flow, not the other way around.

This is my direction, my Dan theory!

In the darkness, the chains that connected to the void, an invisible majestic energy was transmitted from it, hitting the heart directly, making the entire sea of experience completely boil.

The entire cultivation dojo and the entire mountain peak also rang out and trembled endlessly, as if they had broken through the intersection of fate and reality, and in the sea of knowledge, countless black silk threads that were like entities were connected to the distant void, struggling to pull, trying to absorb, and attracting the power of the Heavenly Dao.

At this moment, Jiang Feng felt the opportunity to improve!