"Good tea. Fang Yan immediately praised it, there is no way not to praise it, the spirit in the tea is not to be mentioned, but the spiritual tea refined by the monk has an aura that cannot be compared with mortal tea, but the effect of this witch Gu fragrant tea is obviously more than that, with a clear flow into the abdomen, Fang Yan actually realized that the Sanskrit Technique Forging Technique that he had not improved for a long time has made progress, and even the rune left by the previous witch cicada seems to be a little closer to himself, with such a spiritual tea, wouldn't drinking a few more cups be equivalent to years of penance?

"It's not as good as you think, you only drink this tea for the first time, so you will make such progress, and if you drink it in the future, it will just be an ordinary spirit tea, otherwise, where will my Wu clan still have to cultivate." Looking at Fang Yan's expression, he knew what Fang Yan was thinking, Wu Cicada said with a smile.

Fang Yan was dumbfounded when he heard this, and then thought about it, no matter how high-level the spiritual thing is, it is impossible to improve the cultivation method just by swallowing it at will, but just the slightest progress just now, it is not in vain that Brother Wu Cicada Ming recommended it, and immediately smiled: "It's good tea after all." ”

Tasting tea and drinking tea is just a lead, dialects come all the way here to naturally not covet a cup of spiritual tea, after a moment of spiritual tea, dialects don't care about the witch cicada is still fiddling with the tea set, and said: "Brother Wu, you asked my Wu clan to go back then, I don't know what it is." ”

Hearing the words of the dialect, Wu Cicada Ming did not answer immediately, knowing that the second brew of tea was boiled, and handed Fang Yan a cup before he said slowly: "Fang Yan, please come to my Wu clan land, you do have something to ask for." ”

"Brother has something to say bluntly, if I can do it, I won't refuse, but I'm just a Yuanying monk now, but I don't know why my brother values me so much, is it just because of the Sanskrit Body Forging Technique?"

"It's really because of the Holy Trick Exercises you cultivated. "The cicada does not shy away from saying, even if it responds,

At that time, a distracted monk waited for more than ten years, and made an agreement to meet with a Yuan Ying junior, and the dialect knew that this was the conclusion, and now he brought up the conversation, just to understand the truth, for why he attracted the attention of this Wu clan distraction brother, the dialect has not been known for a long time, the only possibility is that the witch cicada is called a holy formula, and he has practiced for many years in the Sanskrit Formula Body Forging Technique, but this is the only point, and things don't make sense.

Fang Yan only paused slightly, and then said: "Brother once said back then, this exercise was originally a Wu clan exercise, is there no one in the Wu clan to practice this exercise now?"

Hearing the words of the dialect, Wu Cicada's expression darkened, revealing a little sad look, and after a while, his expression was certain, and he said to the dialect: "It is true that the Sanskrit Technique of Forging the Body is indeed a Wu Clan's exercise, but no one in the Wu Clan today practices this exercise, and even if someone cultivates, it is different from you." ”

"Huh?" Fang Yan looked questioning, these words were a little difficult to understand, Fang Yan looked at Wu Cicada and waited for him to explain more.

"You look at this first, and then you can talk about the rest. The cicada stretched out her hand and waved, and a gray curtain appeared on the stone table.

When Fang Yan heard this, he looked into the gray curtain, and saw a majestic hall, which was the big hall he was in now, but the scene that flashed out of the gray curtain was not the desolation he had seen before, only to see that there were many monks in front of the main hall, from Zhuji Ji Dan to Yuan Ying Distraction, no less than tens of thousands, and then looked around the main hall, you could see many stone houses scattered in a large area around it, and even a trading bazaar, which was clearly a city of monks.

"This is?" the face of the dialect was even more puzzled.

"This is the city of the Wu Clan, where you and I are now is the Wu Temple, and it is also the core of my Wu Clan. Wu Cicada said slowly.

"Huh?" the more he spoke in tongues, the more confused he became.

"No longer suspect that the scene in this gray curtain is not real, but a fantasy scene in the minds of one of my clansmen, which is why I asked my brother to come here. ”

"Illusion?" Fang Yan looked at the gray curtain again, still with a puzzled expression.

"In fact, the Wu clan ceased to exist thousands of years ago, and now nine out of ten Wu people are living in this illusion, and only a few distracted monks can see through the illusion, return to their original hearts, and return to the monk world. ”

"Brother, are you saying that the Wu clan is now imprisoned by people, and their minds are all trapped in a phantom array?"

"Yes, as you said, in fact, they repeat the same thing every day, for thousands of years, if you talk about the way of immortality, it is also immortality, but this immortality is better than death. The cicada's tone was lower.

Fang Yan was taken aback at this time, that is, Fang Yan claimed to be proficient in formations, and he couldn't imagine what kind of characters could arrange such a formation, and he could actually trap tens of thousands or even more monks in it, including many monks who were distracted and cultivated, and they could be like a day for thousands of years, this is no longer a means that Fang Yan can imagine, as the old brother Wu Cicada Ming said just now, immortality is nothing more than that, although this kind of immortality is something that no monk wants to get.

It's just that Fang Yan quickly thought of the words of the old brother Wu Cicada Ming before, and asked: "Brother, the shopkeeper I saw in the West Pole City is also a Yuanying cultivator, how did he get out of the illusion, as long as he uses the same means, wouldn't it be good to rescue all the clansmen?"

"Yuan Ying Xiuwei can't see through the illusion at all, although the Wu Fei you saw was forcibly pulled out by us, it is difficult to improve his cultivation, and it will fall directly in hundreds of years, and in tens of thousands of years, there are hundreds of clansmen who have fallen because of this. ”

"Huh?" Fang Yan was stunned again, and then remembered something and asked: "Even so, the elder brother himself can also practice the Sanskrit Technique of Forging the Body, if the elder brother does not have the magic technique, the younger brother will return to the original owner." ”

"It's not what you think, in fact, the Sanskrit Technique of Forging the Body that you practiced was originally given away by the Wu Clan, this exercise is different from other exercises, only if you have not practiced other Wu Clan exercises can you cultivate to the Dacheng realm, even if I cultivate now, it is difficult to reach the level you have now, let alone Dacheng. ”

Hearing this, Fang Yan understood the words of the previous Wu Cicada Ming, and now the low-level disciples of the Wu Clan have all fallen into the phantom array, although they are immortal, but there is only one day, where is there a chance to cultivate any exercise to a high level, but in tens of millions of years, many Wu Clan distraction great cultivators are not allowed to unlock this phantom array, he is just a little junior who has been cultivating for hundreds of years, and has not broken through the distraction until now, can he only rely on a Sanskrit body forging technique to unlock this sealing phantom array? If this is the case, for so many years, even if Brother Wu Chanming has cultivated a junior alone, he should have succeeded a long time ago.

"Dialect, I don't know what chance you have to cultivate the Sanskrit Technique of Body Forging to the point where you are now, you are only one step away from breaking through the fourth layer, after the predecessors of Wujizi got this technique from our clan, they have cultivated for thousands of years and there is no point you have now, in fact, even within the Wu clan back then, very few clansmen were able to cultivate this holy technique to the fourth layer, and many more people only cultivated to the second layer in their lifetimes. Once again, he guessed the doubts of the dialect, and before the dialect could speak, the cicada explained.

Fang Yan suddenly remembered the process of cultivating this exercise all the way, from the beginning of absorbing the aura, to the later absorbing the demonic energy of the Black Demon Realm, as well as the power of thunder and the power of the stars, coming to the Xuanlan domain and refining the blood of the Wu Ancestor, after many experiences, there is the level of this exercise, is the path he took is the right path of this exercise?

Wu Cicada Ming didn't continue to talk about this topic anymore, waved his hand to put away the gray curtain on the stone table, and asked Fang Yan: "Fang Yan, you went to the Wu Clan's Desolate Tomb in the Ancient Desolate Battlefield back then, have you ever seen the Wu God Altar in it?"

"Altar of the Witch God? What does the altar of the Witch God look like?"

"A three-story platform made of countless bones. ”

"If there was only one building like this, I would have seen it. Fang Yan immediately responded, and then remembered all kinds of experiences in the Wuzu Wasteland Tomb back then.