It's only been a year? The dialect feels like it's been more than a thousand years, and that feeling is so real, the starry sky? Is all this just an illusion?

Fang Yan recalled his experience bit by bit, and gradually remembered how he entered the vast starry sky, after he and Xing Wuyi's eldest brother left from the Lingyuan Valley Zhang's peach forest, they entered Xingwuyi's big brother's cave, and after that, he seemed to have entered it unconsciously, and the various experiences in the future became a little illusory when he thought about it at this moment.

It turned out to be a fantasy.

After thinking through everything, Fang Yan couldn't help but shake his head, it turned out that he was still the monk who had just married the Dan, whether his cultivation had risen sharply, whether it was many spell tricks, or the streamer wing, all of them were illusory in the illusion, and his cultivation was still far away from crossing the starry sky.

Looking around, Fang Yan saw countless spiritual energy pouring into a protective array, needless to say, it must be Xing Wuxing Brother Xing's cultivation over there, looking at the majestic spiritual energy surging, Fang Yan was quite emotional, in the illusion, his own movements are much more than this, but now, let's practice honestly.

Fang Yan was a little discouraged and urged the heart, and suddenly realized that something was wrong, the starry sky was illusory, but his perception couldn't be more real, those spells, those tricks, and the mental method were definitely not illusory.

Not to mention the cultivation of the exercises, just the state of mind, the dialect can feel that he has been greatly improved from before, after seeing the vast starry sky, everything around him has changed in the eyes of the dialect, even this cave with a rich spiritual aura, in the eyes of the dialect, is no longer the unattainable place.

Is it illusory, as soon as you try it, you will know that the dialect has not yet urged the heart, and you found a thing that surprised you, although it is not as good as the cultivation that spans the stars in the environment, but your own cultivation is no longer in the early stage of Jindan, but in the middle of Jindan, a year of concentration, it is comparable to decades of cultivation, and Fang Yan naturally does not mind that his cultivation is higher.

After experiencing the scene in the illusion, for the cultivation of the middle stage of Jindan, Fang Yan was only slightly excited, and then urged the mental method to operate, not the route that Xing unintentionally taught at the beginning, but according to the route he realized in the illusion.

After the operation, Fang Yan opened his eyes in surprise, and sure enough, there was no problem with the Nebula Jue that he had perceived, it was much faster than before, absorbing spiritual energy and refining mana, and it seemed that his body had already adapted to these operating routes, and it took almost no effort just now, and it was smooth to run again, you know, it is not such a simple thing to change the mental route, and he was just entering the cultivation realm at the beginning, and it took a lot of time to change the mental method.

According to his current mental cultivation, although he is still far from the cultivation in the illusion realm, his cultivation improvement speed is definitely much faster than before.

The mental perception is real, and the perception of those spell tricks forbidden formation naturally can't be fake, and the dialect casts all kinds of spells casually, and the forbidden spell is forbidden, and for a while, the mana flies around the dialect, and after a full hour, the dialect stops.

At this moment, Fang Yan can be regarded as somewhat understanding, why Xing has no intention of cultivating like his eldest brother, and he will show a tone of envy for his cultivation this year, and his strength improvement cannot enter the eyes of Yuanying Monk, but these perceptions are far from being able to be mastered by a Jindan monk.

Even if it is only in the middle of Jindan, and then meet Taihao, Fang Yan also has the confidence to fight the method, and he dare not say anything to win, but self-protection is definitely not a problem, this is not a trivial matter, you must know that the higher the cultivation, the greater the gap between the two levels, and the smaller the chance of winning the challenge of the next level, even if the dialect is now promoted to the middle stage of Jindan, it is still separated from the late stage of Jindan and the two levels of Great Perfection, but Fang Yan now has such a feeling.

Thinking of this, Fang Yan admired the predecessors who could arrange such an illusion, this is no longer an illusion in the sense of his understanding, especially the dark green planet in it, which has been deeply placed in his mind, even if he understands that this is an illusion in the illusion, Fang Yan can't forget the feeling before that planet.

Putting away his thoughts, Fang Yan took out the streamer wing, and the perception was his own, but the magic weapon was absolutely illusory, and the divine consciousness was caught in the illusion, including which magic weapons were also illusioned, so it was naturally impossible to really succeed in the sacrifice.

However, today's dialect is full of confidence in his own sacrifice of the streamer wing, and it won't take long for this magic weapon to be completely used for his own use.

Originally, it would take several months to successfully practice the streamer wing, but it only took half a month for the dialect to complete the sacrifice, and as the last rune was submerged in it, the dialect realized that the connection between himself and the streamer wing suddenly strengthened a lot, and the big bird that appeared in the illusion suddenly appeared with the complete practice of the dialect, and the streamer wing swooped out, exactly the same as what he saw in the illusion, extremely bright.

It's just that he is not as close to himself as he is in the illusion, and there is still a disdainful expression in his eyes, and Fang Yan is a little annoyed in his heart, the little instrument spirit, dare to do this, it is just that he has not fully practiced in the past, and now that he has completely controlled this streamer wing, he still dares to have such an expression, and how to make a magic weapon in the future if he doesn't clean up.

Now Fang Yan can no longer only urge ten breaths of effort, there is a full thirty breaths of time to clean up this machine spirit, don't worry that your mana is not enough, you can't urge the streamer wing, this machine spirit will retreat.

Fang Yan waved his hands, and several spells went towards the spirit bird, seeing the spell released by Fang Yan waving his hand, the disdain expression in the spirit bird's eyes was even better, and he waved his wings twice, and he didn't even use the devouring method that Fang Yan had seen, so he knocked several spells off one after another and shot to the side.

Fang Yan was not the slightest surprise at this situation, when this spirit bird only had half a streamer wing in Rong Canghai's hand, it had so much power that it completely devoured the Destruction Pill released by itself, and now its momentum is much stronger than it was then, so it is naturally impossible to be injured by these few small spells of its own.

Although the cultivation of that spirit bird is not low, but after all, it is the body of the instrumental spirit, and the dialect is the owner of its magic weapon, although he disdains the cultivation of the dialect, but he will not take the initiative to kill the dialect, and after scattering the several attacks of the dialect, he dodged and wanted to return to the streamer wing.

"Hmph. Fang Yan snorted coldly, and before the spirit bird could get close to the streamer wing, his hands had already flown up and down, and runes were arranged around the streamer wing.

The "sleepy" dialect snorted, and after the rune light flashed, the spirit bird was trapped in a forbidden formation.

The spirit bird still disdains it, this prohibition can only trap it for a few breaths, only to see a fluctuation in the spirit bird's mouth, similar to real fire, but not real fire, everywhere it goes, the forbidden runes have dissipated, and there are two more breaths, and it will break the ban.

Looking at the spirit bird's somewhat smug eyes, Fang Yan was a little happy, how could he have such a machine spirit, but he didn't stop moving in his hand, and the "Zhu Shen Thorn" dialect suddenly urged the divine sense to attack, and at the same time, a dehydrated mine in his hand was thrown out.

After the experience of the illusion, the power of all kinds of spells in the dialect has been greatly improved, especially the divine sense attack technique of the divine stabbing technique, other spells are mainly supported by cultivation mana, but this spell is supported by divine consciousness and divine soul.

The dialect has been settled in a year, and the cultivation has increased a lot, from the early stage of Jindan to the middle of Jindan, but the biggest gain is the growth of mood, and the dialect of the middle of Jindan only talks about the state of mind is not under the intention of Yuanying Monk Xing, and naturally this divine thorn is not small.

If you can't fully control the machine spirit, even if you are seriously injured or even destroyed, the dialect will not hesitate, it is better than having a machine spirit but not being obedient, if it is really at a critical moment, this machine spirit has a problem, you can regret it.

Therefore, Fang Yan's subordinates were not soft at all, and at the same time as the water thunder shot out, there was a red mist entering it, and the peach miasma poison, even if it was a spirit like a machine spirit, it would not escape the poison of the peach miasma.

Three-pronged, the spirit bird finally showed a trace of fear, no matter which means, this spirit bird didn't care very much, but the three attacked in front of him at the same time, and there was still a trap around him, and the spirit bird finally came with the idea of surrendering.

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