"Painting Sister...... Are you talking about it?" Seeing Yi Han wake up, Benjue showed a touch of joy, and when he heard the other party muttering, Benjue was stunned for a moment, and then handed the scroll to Yi Han.

When Yi Han saw the picture scroll, he seemed to understand something, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

"Who is she?" Benjue had already seen the picture scroll, and the woman on it was beautiful, and when he saw Yi Han looking at the picture scroll and lost his mind, he suddenly asked in confusion.

Hearing Benjue ask about the immortal in the painting, Yi Han didn't speak, pretended not to hear, and sat up leaning against the stone wall in pain.

Sensing that Yi Han had something unspeakable, Benjue no longer asked about the scroll, and after putting it down, he said, "Why are you and Tu Xian together, and what happened to that Heavenly Tribulation?"

Rigpa had too much hesitation about this and couldn't help but speak again.

In a moment, Yi Han explained his old grudge with Tu Xian and the origin of the Heavenly Tribulation.

"In this way, that Tu Xian is also to blame, he didn't kill you, but was affected by the thunderstorm, and lost his life in vain. Honja sneered, and there was no compassion in his eyes.

"Tu Xian is dead?" Yi Han was slightly surprised, when responding to the catastrophe, the other party's response methods were much better than him.

"I checked it, and I didn't feel a trace of breath on him, I did it myself, and I deserved it, but I ......" Enlightenment bowed his head, paused and said, "Tu Lie only has one heir, Tu Xian, this time his son was killed by the Heavenly Tribulation because of the fight with you, and he will definitely not give up." ”

"It's okay, Kungo's identity, I won't use it for too long. The corners of Yi Han's mouth were slightly curved, and he didn't care, but due to his injury, the smile on his pale face was difficult to see.

"Thank you!" Yi Han spat out two words to Enlightenment, if it wasn't for Enlightenment to save him, this time the Land of Thunder Tribulation would really become Yi Han's burial place.

"You recuperate here, and I'll go outside and keep watch. Benjue waved his hand absently, then got up, and after a few more words, walked towards the entrance of the cave.

"Or am I too weak...... Those who should have been protected by me were injured or killed for me......" Recalling the vivid pictures in his mind when he passed out, Yi Han suddenly felt a sense of melancholy.

"Thank you......" Yi Han picked up the scroll and spoke in a low voice. The ninth wave of thunder must have been carried by the fairy in the painting for him. Although he had already passed out when the eighth wave of thunder tribulation fell, the murmur of the fairy in the painting was embedded in his consciousness, which made him remember it very deeply.

Between the openings, Yi Han took out a jade bottle and poured a drop of Xuanniao blood on the scroll, and in the blink of an eye, all the blood was absorbed.

Yi Han smiled, thinking back to the past, he was stingy with this thing, and he was reluctant to let the fairy in the painting take it to heal, but now he gave the only remaining drop to the other party. But think about it, every injury of the fairy in the painting seems to be caused by saving him from danger.

But for every time the immortal in the painting sleeps, Yi Han also has something to understand. The other party has existed for thousands of years, and although the aura is strong, the strength is not as strong as it should be. And every time he makes a move, what is consumed is the origin of the spirit body, and it happens that there are very few things to replenish, so Yi Han will not take the initiative to trouble the other party when facing dangers and trivial matters many times, and at the same time, this is also the reason why the immortal in the painting only chooses to shoot at the endangered moment.

Although in the fairy mouth in the painting, her spirit body was obtained after ascending through calamities and shedding her mortal body, Yi Han felt more and more that the other party was casually talking about it, which was not real.

Putting the scroll down, Yi Han sat up. Although Enlightenment had already treated him, his sea of qi was depleted, but he did not have any spiritual power to nourish his injured body, and the most important task at the moment was to absorb spiritual power to make the sea of qi full, so that he could recover as soon as possible.

Three days passed.

During this time, Tu Lie seemed to be crazy and kept looking for Yi Han's traces, and even fought several fierce battles with Fengzi and Li Mu. Others don't know why, for fear that he will kill indiscriminately, and whenever they see it, they will avoid it from afar.

In the past few days, Yi Han had the spirit stone extorted from Lang Yan, so the absorption speed of spiritual power was much faster, and at the same time, the injuries in and out of the body had also recovered by five or six points. Moreover, through the baptism of the Heavenly Tribulation, after breaking and standing, the spiritual essence in the sea of cold qi has condensed thirty percent, and it has reached as much as eighty percent.

However, although the Heavenly Tribulation brought benefits to himself, thinking of the devastating thunder, Yi Han still had some chills in his back, although he would go through it later, but Yi Han made up his mind to do a good job of dealing with it.

"The second tribulation of the Kunpeng Method, the light!" The spiritual power in Yi Han's body flowed, and a pair of huge green wings instantly transformed out.

"If the speed of the first tribulation is beyond the reach of the monks in the early stage of the Sealing Spirit Realm, then this second tribulation, except for the situation of chasing before and after and my own lack of spiritual power, under the Dan Realm, no one can match it!"

Yi Han flapped his wings lightly, and his heart felt happy, and now, unless there was a sect master-level monk like Tu Lie chasing him down, ordinary people could no longer threaten him.

Suddenly, Yi Han remembered something and looked left and right towards Qingyi.

"Sure enough, it has become complete!" Yi Han could see that it was the two golden runes that were scattered with mysteries.

As soon as his mind moved, Yi Han probed for one of them, but as soon as he touched it, the runes disappeared like melting snowflakes in a blink of an eye.

Just when Yi Han was dumbfounded, thinking that the runes had dissipated out of thin air, a string of words suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Ming Ling Xuan Body!"

"Kun for the fish also. Diving in the blue sea, swimming in the vicissitudes of the stream, and the waves can be stirred under the weak water. Peng is also a bird, brushing feathers, drinking and pecking, swimming in the nine heavens can break the Kungang thousands of miles. The spirit is combined, and the feather hangs down to the sky, the wind is 90,000, the scales are crossed, and the water is 3,000 ......"

"This is a body refining method!" Yi Han read the text roughly, and his eyes were already full of shock and joy when he finished.

"If you practice this method of refining the body, wouldn't there be the most basic guarantee for dealing with the calamity of the Kunpeng method!" Yi Han looked bright, he didn't expect that the most urgent problem to be solved would have a result by chance.

He had asked the immortal in the painting for classics related to body refining, but the other party had such exercises, only the demon clan could practice, just like the few bamboo books that Yi Han found in the cave where he first met with the immortal in the painting, which were not suitable for him, and rashly practicing it would only increase the trouble. Even because of this, he once doubted whether the fairy in the painting was a big demon......

The Ming Ling Xuan Body was born from the Nine Tribulations Kunpeng Method, which has the subtlety of the same origin, the main strength and defense of the body method, and the speed of the wing law, and the practice of the two together can achieve a perfect fit.

"This is the first volume of the Lingkun chapter, a total of five folds, after the fifth tribulation of the Kunpeng method, Xuanyi can be derived from the next volume of the Mingpeng chapter. At the end of the text, there was the last sentence, Yi Han muttered, revealing a sudden expression. The information he knew was the essence of the first five levels of cultivation, and as for the Ming Peng Chapter, he still needed to speed up the cultivation speed of the Nine Tribulations Kunpeng Method to get it.

Grasping the information in his mind, Yi Han turned to look at the other green wing, just one rune brought him a huge surprise, which also made Yi Han full of expectations for the other one.

Like the runes that recorded the Ming Ling Xuan Body, as soon as Yi Han's mind touched, the information appeared in his mind. This time, however, it was not the words, but the images.

"Old man Kunpeng Daozu!"

A voice with a magnificent momentum resounded in Yi Han's mind, and he saw an old man in a light blue robe, full of silver hair, who gradually turned around towards Yi Han from his back. I saw that there was a rebelliousness between the other party's eyebrows, and there was a bit of rebellion in his eyes, and his rather angular face made people not see a little old age.

Yi Han knew that this was the image left by the other party, and just by looking at it, it brought him a great shock, and the other party's voice seemed to have an irresistible magic, which made him feel absorbed and listen involuntarily.

"The old man was born in the North Underworld, and it only took five hundred years to transform himself into a Tao...... Before the execution, the old man only had time to dictate the Wing Fa to the world, and then he turned into hundreds of millions of flesh and blood and scattered the world...... Pickers, all can be inherited by the old man......" The old man looked up to the sky and said, behind him, an endless Kunpeng phantom was also in the changing environment, following its words, experiencing growth, looking at the world, suffering from robbery and falling.

After telling everything, the old man suddenly looked at Yi Han, and said, "You can see this Dao Ancestor, you must have survived the second tribulation of the Kunpeng Method, not bad, not bad......"

The voice gradually faded away, and at the same time, the old man's body turned into a little crystal, and dissipated in the blink of an eye.

"It's gone?!" Yi Han was still listening, and was stunned when he saw Kunpeng Daozu suddenly disappear. He thought that the other party would teach him a trick and a half, but he didn't expect that except for boasting, telling his life and saying two good things, there was no follow-up......

Yi Han scratched his head, depressed. Although there are some discrepancies between the deeds said by the other party and the immortal in the original painting, they are of no use to Yi Han, but witnessing the dignity and momentum of Kunpeng after his transformation made Yi Han look forward to the future more and more.

Just as Yi Han was about to study the Ming Ling Xuan Body in detail, Benjue suddenly smiled and walked into the cave with an object.

"Bloodthirsty withered vines?!" Looking at the dry vines in front of him, Yi Han showed excitement. After obtaining the Condensing Fruit, Yi Han once told Ben Jue about the remaining four treasures of the second exercise of the Zimu Derivation Technique, and asked him to help pay attention to it, but he didn't expect that so soon, the other party would find it for him. But gradually, Yi Han stared at the vines, and suddenly felt a little familiar.

"In the place of the thunderstorm, I searched Tu Xian's Qiankun bag, and just sorted it out, and I just found this thing. Just as Yi Han was in doubt, Benjue suddenly smiled and spoke.

"I didn't expect it to come full circle, but it finally came into my hands. Ben Jue said, Yi Han suddenly suddenly. This item was auctioned in the Meiyue Building, and Yi Han wanted to auction it, but was won by Tu Xian. Although Tu Xian was also pitted by Yi Han at that time, for Yi Han, it was still a pity to lose this thing, and even regretted it for a long time.

"Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, it's really like this!" Yi Han shook his head with emotion and smiled.