I don't know how long it took, Fang Yan finally woke up slowly, it seemed that he was too tired before, and after waking up, Fang Yan looked around a little blankly, the star burial robe was circulating power, and outside his body was the surging thunder water rippling around. bubble-()

Star burial robes? After a pause, Fang Yan suddenly realized something, did not talk to the surprise and inexplicable nonsense, when he swept his divine consciousness into his own sea of knowledge, after a week of exploration, he finally felt at ease, whether it was the devil or any monk at the moment, in addition to the thunder in the sea of his own knowledge, it was no different from before, but these thunder lights were not restrained, and they would also hurt his own sea of knowledge, Fang Yan immediately urged the origin of thunder, and manipulated these scattered thunder lights to form a torrent of thunder water hovering in his own sea of knowledge。

"Haha, I'm still alive. A cry of ecstasy came out, and the hidden dangers in his own sea of knowledge were finally cleared, although there were many coincidences, but after all, it was successful.

"Dialect, are you okay?" Hearing the exclamation of the dialect, Hu Daoren heard the joy of the dialect, and immediately interrogated and asked, a monk in the late Yuan Infant period actually fell asleep for more than ten days, without a trace of consciousness, and even the divine consciousness of the Hu Daoren did not respond in the slightest, which made the Hu Daoren very worried for a while, but fortunately, the breath of the dialect was not extinguished, and he finally woke up.

"Yes, it's okay, it's completely fine, thanks to you for this time. Fang Yan didn't know how long he had been asleep, but looking at the posture in front of Hu Daoren, Fang Yan also sensed that there should be a lot of fighting during this time, and Hu Daoren's aura was obviously much weaker, and the power of the stars was not small.

"It's nothing, as long as you recover, it's fine, dialect, now that the demon is gone, shouldn't we consider a trip to the sect." "Hu Daoren didn't care too much about his own gains and losses, it is true that as he said, dialects do not mean the slightest to him, the body of the instrument, as long as the dialects are not hindered, the power of the stars is nothing.

"Well, I promised you at the beginning, I will go to the Heavenly Star Sect after the incident of Lei Yuan, but it is not possible now, it is estimated that it will take a while to leave. "Originally, I didn't have any ill feelings towards the Heavenly Star Sect, and the reason why I didn't go was just because I knew the demon in the sea, but now that Hu Daoren mentioned it again, the dialect no longer shirked.

"Yes, you have lost a lot now, and you should recover for a period of time, although this experience is extremely dangerous, but now that it has passed, it is a blessing or a curse, as long as you settle down for a while, it is not known if your cultivation will go further. ”

Hu Daoren understands the choice of dialect very well, although his cultivation is not much different from dialect, but he has a lot more experience, although dialect has not yet told Hu Daoren in detail what happened, but it is only the demon mentioned by Fang Yan before, and the mysterious coercion that Hu Daoren personally felt later, which is enough to make Hu Daoren feel that things are not trivial.

Under the battle of such a character, the dialect was unharmed, only the soul was tired and fell asleep for more than ten days, the miracle of the miracle, the current dialect does need to be retreated and cultivated for a period of time, it is cultivation and understanding, the mysterious monk and the demon are all amazing existences, every move of such a master may benefit the dialect a lot, for the Hu Dao people, the master of the dialect is naturally the stronger the better.

After exchanging a few words with Hu Daoren, Fang Yan took back many things in the star burial robe, where to put it where it should be, and then put away the star burial robe, urged the thunder spirit armor to protect himself, and swallowed two pills to supplement it slightly, and then urged the body to retreat towards the periphery of the falling thunder abyss, if it was before, the dialect was naturally willing to continue to retreat and cultivate in this falling thunder abyss, the surrounding thunder light is naturally hidden from the dialect, but seeing the power of the mysterious monk, he can easily invade his own sea of knowledge, and the most important thing is that the person's control of the thunder light is far more than his own, and the dialect has to be careful, Although it is not clear where the mysterious monk came from, but Fang Yan guessed that the ten ** were deeper in the Falling Thunder Abyss, and it was better for him to retreat and cultivate or stay away from here.

A few hours later, a figure appeared on a mountain ridge millions of miles away from the Falling Thunder Abyss, and after putting away the figure that had fallen from the law and probing around for a while, then a dodge escaped into the belly of the mountain, and the mountain returned to calm after a few faint fluctuations, and not long after, a faint starlight flashed in the soil and stones of the mountain, but it was the power of the pure stars, but it was only in the soil and stones, unless someone outside the mountain was explored by divine sense, it was extremely difficult to find this faint fluctuation.

This figure who opened a cave on the mountain range and absorbed the power of the stars is naturally a dialect that came from the falling thunder abyss, after cleaning up the cave, the first thing to do is to absorb the power of the stars, not to cultivate for himself, but to supplement the loss of the Hu Dao people, in the ancient wilderness battlefield, the strength of the Hu Dao people is even more important than their own, after all, the star burial robe, a high-grade spiritual weapon, is the biggest reliance for the dialect to dare to go deep into the ancient wilderness battlefield.

"Hudao, you recover first, and then you need to defend the surroundings. Half a day later, Fang Yan handed over the power of the stars he had just absorbed to the Hu Daoren, and then he dodged into the depths of the forest scroll.

On the defense of the Senran Scroll may not be as good as the Star Burial Robe, it is the deepest time flow rate, and it is not much different from the Star Burial Robe, but this is the ancient wilderness battlefield, even if the defense is strong, it must be used at the most dangerous moment, otherwise the property will be exposed, it can only be the way to take trouble, this kind of thing dialect has not stepped into the cultivation realm, and it is clear when I was still a teenager, and it is better to keep a low profile when my strength is insufficient, although the Sen Ran Scroll is also not low-grade, but after it is urged, even the average distracted monk is difficult to explore, as for the existence of the mysterious monk like before, the dialect does not think about it。

After sitting down in the depths of his magic weapon, Fang Yan once again probed his divine sense into the sea of knowledge, which was only a slight scan before, but this time is the real exploration, the sea of knowledge is better than the flesh and blood, and the same as the dantian is also the root of the monk, that is, no matter how small the hidden danger is, it is also a great problem, and it may be no hindrance, but if you want to go further in your future cultivation, you must ensure that there is no hidden danger in the sea of knowledge.

After careful investigation, Fang Yan showed a faint joy, although his sea of consciousness was somewhat damaged, it was much larger than before, and his soul had actually been condensed a little more after recovering from this consumption, even the Yuanying Great Perfection Monk was nothing more than that, this is a blessing in disguise.

Fang Yan himself didn't realize that after experiencing this life and death ordeal, his state of mind inadvertently improved a lot, if in the past, he found such a situation of knowing the sea, even the always calm dialect was definitely not just slightly happy, but now the dialect is indeed only faintly happy, as if these things should have been obtained by themselves as naturally.

Unless you encounter obstacles, as long as you practice diligently, your cultivation can always be improved, but your state of mind is not something that can be improved by hard work, you need to comprehend, you need to have an epiphany, many monks or long-term retreat, or killing experience, not only to improve the strength of cultivation, but more for the demon to refine the state of mind, although the state of mind can not immediately improve the strength of the monk, but it is the thing that all monks want most, as long as the state of mind is improved, it will not take long for the strength of cultivation to naturally improve, even if it encounters a barrier to cultivation, there will be a lot more certainty in breaking through, and the biggest benefit of having a deep state of mind is not these, and monks with a very high state of mind rarely go madThis is the fundamental reason why monks attach so much importance to their state of mind.

Fang Yan didn't think about this at the moment, but after probing his body for a long time, he finally made sure that his soul and sea knowledge were fine, although the sea was somewhat damaged, and it would not take long to recover, so he stopped scanning and turned to the rolling torrent of thunder.

For the battle between the mysterious monk and the demon, Fang Yan naturally has to carefully review and experience, but before that, he has to deal with the thunder in the sea of knowledge, let them stay in the sea of knowledge, and need to be controlled from time to time, otherwise he will damage his own sea of knowledge.

The easiest way is, of course, to throw them out directly, if it is just the thunder light introduced by the dialect, the dialect will do so without hesitation, those thunder lights are not worth the effort to collect, but now it is different, there are still residual thunder breaths in these thunder lights, these thunder breaths are not only considerable, but also more condensed than the evil thunder that the dialect himself collected, so the benefits of sending it to hand, how can the dialect give up at will.

Fang Yan was about to urge the mana to collect these thunder breaths, and suddenly found that there was a trace of different breath wrapped in the rolling thunder light, a pair of dark armor like a troll, and a spear in his hand, it was actually a demon magic weapon, Fang Yan was slightly stunned, and then thought that this was something left by the devil, so the demon magic weapon left by the demon must not be low, but Fang Yan was not half interested in wanting to practice and collect, and after scanning and not finding anything strange in it, he threw it into the Qiankun pot and ignored it,

Then the thunder system on the dialect's body flashed, and the thunder torrent in the sea of knowledge was divided by the dialect, among which there was a thunder breath, and as the tricks were played, the dialect began to collect the thunder.

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