Half a year ago, dialect has reached the peak of the eighth layer of foundation building, but there has been no progress in the past six months, dialect knows that he needs to go out and walk around, and if he wants to reach the ninth layer of foundation building, he can't blindly retreat, this is the last big obstacle in the foundation building period.

The Thousand Wave Array of the Waterway at the entrance of the dialect cave was retracted, and the Feiyun Dharma Pocket was sacrificed, and after an imperceptible mana fluctuation, the Feiyun Dharma Pocket quickly flew towards the direction of the sea gate.

A few days later, Fang Yan stood in front of a small teleportation array, this teleportation array is much smaller than Taiyi Zong or Chaohaimen, except for being able to teleport back and forth with Chaohai Gate, he can't go anywhere, the island where the teleportation array is located is the farthest island that Chaohaimen Teleportation Array can reach, less than a million miles away from Chaohaimen, but there are tens of millions of miles away from Yuzhou Island where Fang Yan is going, and Fang Yan has to fly at least millions of miles to reach the next island with a teleportation array.

Bending Reef Island is a stronghold for land monks to hunt kraken beasts, except for a few small shops that buy and sell elixir magic weapons, there is no place for people to live, the monks here are nothing, but all of them are fierce and abnormal, I don't know how many kraken beasts have been hunted, bursts of evil qi will be exposed inadvertently, and it can be easily felt, but the dialect has been baptized by the black demon world, and the release of evil qi is not under them, but no one comes to trouble the dialect.

Even at the seaside gate, few monks have penetrated deep into the East China Sea, and the area around this bend is the farthest place they have penetrated, and everything further forward depends on the dialect itself.

Fang Yan carefully looked at the charts he got from Chaohaimen and the Crooked Reef Island, but these charts are very different, and they can only be used for general reference, and the dialects still need to explore by themselves to find the location of the islands marked in the charts, in addition to the charts, there are also a few jade slips that are about the introduction of the common sea monsters in the East China Sea, and the dialect wants to go deep into the East China Sea, and these things naturally need to be understood clearly.

After checking it for a while, Fang Yan waved his hand, and a flying cloud came out of thin air, jumped up, and a white cloud drifted by, and Fang Yan just headed towards the depths of the East China Sea.

Fang Yan left the Tianfeng Continent and came to the famous East China Sea, although it was only on the periphery, Fang Yan had already felt the huge power of the East China Sea, which was a hundred times more violent than what he had seen in front of the cave that day, and the waves in his own long river scroll were insignificant drops of water compared to the East China Sea.

Fang Yan has been flying around with the Feiyun Law for two days, and it has been 100,000 miles, and he has not seen any high-level sea monsters, and all he has encountered are some first-order and second-order sea shrimp beasts, sea fish beasts, and even third-order sea monsters are rarely encountered, but Fang Yan does not dare to slack off, he is just passing in the air, and he has not gone deep into the sea water at all, and no one knows how many high-level demon beasts are hidden in the thousands of zhang of sea water, just those first-order and second-order low-level sea monsters, you can hunt the seabirds flying overhead, if you encounter a high-level demon beast, your own flying cloud magic pocket may not be able to avoid the attack。

After coming, Fang Yan found that his estimate was still a lot more angry, and he also flew hundreds of thousands of miles on land, but it could not be compared with the surrounding ocean, there are still many peaks and rivers on the land, high and low hills, where like this East China Sea, no matter which direction you look at, it is a vast sea.

In the East China Sea, the most unsuitable dialect is the ever-changing weather, the last moment is still calm, the wind and the sun are beautiful, the next moment is suddenly the wind and clouds, the waves are rolling, dozens of zhang hundreds of huge waves rise from the ground, thunder and light in the air, like the thickness of the bucket thunder and lightning abound, although they are all ordinary thunder, far inferior to the thunder inspired by the thunderstorm, not to mention their own thunder wood, but the number is countless, if it is not for the treasure of the thunder tree on their body, these thunder lights are enough to drink a pot of their own, but now it is cheap dialect, a few times, the thunder wood has absorbed a lot of thunder light, It is becoming more and more verdant, and his Great Wu Sword Formation is about to start refining.

After the thunder stopped again, Fang Yan was satisfied with the thunder wood into the Qiankun pot, his eyes glanced at it, and found that there was an island below, the farther away from the bent reef island, the rarer the island in the sea, at first tens of thousands of miles or not, some small reef islands exposed to the sea, and then sparsely fell, this island is the only place within which Fang Yan flew tens of thousands of miles, and the next place is not determined to be somewhere, and it is natural to rest for a while.

Fang Yan circled around the island a few times, found nothing unusual, and slowly landed on the island. The island is only more than ten miles in size, there is no trace of any demon beasts, not even one of the lowest-level demon beasts, although the dialect feels a little strange, but it still stays here, running around for several days in a row, paying attention to the surrounding situation at any time, the mana consumption is not bad, but the divine consciousness is a little tired.

Fang Yan casually arranged a protective array, then swallowed two pills, held the spirit stone in his hand, began to recover, the sky gradually darkened, if someone saw this side from a distance, they could find that in the originally clear sky, there was a faint light drifting down towards the island where Fang Yan was located, which was the effect of Fang Yan's operation of the Nebula Technique.

When the sea cliff was in retreat, Fang Yan drew out the thunder light in the thunder tree to refine his body, and finally broke through the Sanskrit Technique to the third layer, but then continued to absorb and refine the thunder light in the future with little effect, thinking that the first layer was to absorb the spirit and demon qi, and the second layer was to absorb the power of thunder, could it be that this third layer still needs more powerful power?

Until one day when the dialect ran the Nebula Jue, the power of the stars was inhaled into the body, and in the past, these powers were automatically tempered flesh and blood, and the dialect suddenly wanted to run the Sanskrit Formula Body Forging Technique to refine these powers, only to find that the Sanskrit Formula Body Forging Technique, which had not grown for a long time, had improved again under the effect of the power of the stars, although the speed was far less than the speed of the second layer of the original tempering with a large amount of thunder light, but after several years in a row, the Dialect's Sanskrit Formula Body Forging Technique finally broke through to the third layer, and the power of the stars still had an effect.

Now the dialect's nebula technique is very proficient, and the power of the stars introduced into the body each time is much more than at the beginning, and after introducing enough star power, the dialect begins to use the Sanskrit Technique to refine the power of the stars in the body.

Just when Fang Yan was refining the power of the stars, he suddenly felt that something in his Qiankun pot suddenly fluctuated, as if he was being pulled by something, and his divine sense penetrated and found that it was the magic weapon in the shape of a bird's wings from Rong Canghai, Fang Yan has not practiced this thing so far, not that Fang Yan does not want to practice, but he really does not have so much time.

Unless he can successfully perform the third set of techniques of Fan Ping Jue, Fang Yan will never spend decades or even hundreds of years to practice a magic weapon, not to mention that this magic weapon is estimated to be unable to be used by himself now, Rong Canghai A Jindan monk can only support one round before the mana is exhausted, and he is only eight layers of foundation, even if he is stronger than the monk of the same level, he will never be more than Rong Canghai.

After trying a few times, Fang Yan put it in the Qiankun pot and didn't pay attention to it, at this time there was a mana fluctuation, it is said that Rong Canghai has been completely destroyed, this magic weapon has already become an ownerless thing, Fang Yan has probed many times and did not find any instrument spirit in it, so this fluctuation together, Fang Yan didn't know what happened, this fluctuation did not last long, half an hour later, there was no sound, although Fang Yan did not know where this fluctuation came from, but it must be that there are monks involved in it.

In a secret room of the Fengyuan Sect of the Tianfeng Continent, thousands of miles away, Zhou Yu said to his son Rong Hao: "Hao'er, my mother wants to go out and find your father's magic weapon for you." When the time comes, with the help of your mother, you will definitely be able to resume your cultivation, and it will be no problem to build a foundation and tie the Dan. “

Seeing a few glimmers of light in his son's empty eyes, Zhou Yu knew that his son listened to his words: "During this time, you have been in retreat in the sect, as long as your mother is not dead, no one will come to embarrass you, you know." “

After explaining his son, Zhou Yu got up and left this secret room, exuding the breath of a Jindan monk, even stronger than the breath of an ordinary Jindan monk, after leaving the secret room, Zhou Yu thought alone: "Canghai, no matter who killed you, I will definitely avenge you, even if it is a late Jindan or even a Yuanying monk, I will not let him go." ”

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