After Xing unintentionally arranged the protective array, he no longer cared about the dialect, and he did not go far, just not far from the dialect, sat down, and at the same time, a blood-red banner that did not match the surrounding environment floated out of his body. Bubble book. Bar*

As soon as the iron-blooded banner came out, he was ready to move, wanting to escape the unintentional control of the star.

"Even if that person is a distracted monk, he can't stop me from refining you, but it's a pity that the machine spirit has been killed, and it's really not easy to find a fierce demon that can be suppressed. ”

Xing unintentionally played several tricks in his hand, shrouded the iron-blooded banner, and kept suppressing it, and finally stopped moving, Xing unintentionally spewed out a breath of spiritual energy, covering the iron-blooded banner, and began to refine.

Fang Yan was silent in a wonderful realm at the moment, feeling that he seemed to be fleeing upward, and after a while, Fang Yan was in the air tens of thousands of feet high, there was no one around, only Fang Yan was alone, looking down, Fang Yan saw a blue ocean, there was a huge island in the ocean, Fang Yan went to a higher place, and saw more islands in the water blue, but where is this, why do you have a little familiar feeling.

Before Fang Yan could figure it out, he felt as if he had passed through a layer of hard barriers, and Fang Yan could sense the thickness and strength of this barrier, but why could he pass through it, he was only a Jindan cultivator, how could he break through the layer of Tiangang?

The aqua blue ocean below is getting farther and farther away, and the huge island in it is only the size of a few fallen leaves at this moment, and gradually the whole aqua blue becomes a small star, far away.

Fang Yan looked around again, and found that he was already in the vast starry sky, surrounded by countless stars shuttling back and forth, each of which seemed to be full of reason and in line with the way of heaven.

Watching these stars move, Fang Yan seemed to feel something, but when he stopped his divine sense, he wanted to feel and figure it out carefully, but he had nowhere to start, so he could only look at these stars ignorantly, and his divine consciousness continued to drift.

After watching the movement of the stars one after another, all of a sudden, the body of the dialect unconsciously started to work with the mental method, similar to the Nebula Jue, but careful exploration is very different, the dialect operates so naturally, the wind is light and light, and it is indescribably ethereal.

After a while, Fang Yan seemed to sense that something was not right, so he stopped, and continued to observe the stars around him, until he felt that he understood something again, and then continued to move.

In the end, the dialects no longer stopped, running the mind over and over again, and among the surrounding stars, countless stars poured into the dialects, from the drizzle at the beginning, to the later downpour, until the end, there were several stars shining brightly, like a long river pouring down, and countless stars spurted down.

At the same time as running the mental method, Fang Yan actually began to play all kinds of tricks in his hands, water archery technique, fire flame technique, ice needle technique, Wood Emperor Fist、、、, from the primary spells he had just learned when he stepped into the cultivation realm, until finally Fang Yan released several five-type spiritual thunders in his hands.

It's just strange that according to the dialect's body, it can't contain so much star power at all, even if it has been knotted, it is absolutely impossible, but the dialect is unconscious, and he is still constantly running his mind, absorbing the power of the countless stars.

With the cultivation of dialects, it is impossible to release so many spells, even with the support of the Qiankun Pot, it can only cast a few Wutu mines, but at this moment, dozens of them can be easily cast, not only that, but it has also cast Yimu Thunder, Gengjin Thunder, which has never succeeded.

Everything was so weird, and after Fang Yan released all the spells he had cultivated, he fell into deep thought.

Not long after, Fang Yan's palm swam, and several mana came out of it, or the water archery technique, or the fire flame technique, or the ice needle technique, which could only be used to deal with the demon beasts below the third order, but at this moment, the power has increased a lot, even the foundation building monk can hardly resist these low-level spells released by Fang Yan now.

After casting the spell, the dialect did not stop, and began to play all kinds of tricks in his hands, sacrificial practice tricks, refining tricks, alchemy tricks, forbidden tricks, all kinds of incomprehensible and unsmooth places in the past, everything was like flowing water, and in the end, it was all kinds of forbidden tricks that were not yet familiar in the jade slips handed down by the nine illusion real people, and a series of forbidden formations were laid out around the body.

It seems that it is still not enjoyable, Fang Yan reached out and took out all kinds of magic weapons to play, for a while, the mana fluctuated and surged, and the sound of explosions around continued, until Fang Yan took out a magic weapon full of streamers, it was the streamer wing that has not been successfully cultivated, and the fan Ping Jue in his hand was quickly beaten out, and it originally took more than a year to successfully practice the magic weapon, and it was completely sacrificed in an instant.

This is the instrument spirit of his magic weapon? Fang Yan stretched out his hand, and the big bird flew towards him, landed on his shoulder, rubbed Fang Yan's scalp, and then disappeared into the streamer wings.

Fang Yan sensed the feeling of blood connection between himself and the magic weapon Streamer Wing, and as soon as his heart moved, he urged the Streamer Wing to flee towards the depths of the starry sky, urging the Streamer Wing with all his might, and in an instant, it passed millions of miles.

Dialects seemed to be omnipotent, and soon crossed countless planets, desolate, prosperous, and all kinds of planets, but the dialects did not stop at all, but just went all the way.

I don't know how long I flown away, and I don't know how many hundred million miles I traveled, Fang Yan saw a dark green star, and Fang Yan, who had not stopped, stopped in front of this star, it seemed that there was a very close existence to himself on this star, and Fang Yan wanted to urge the streamer wings to enter it without thinking.

The seemingly close Xingchen dialect couldn't get close to it even with all his might, and just as the dialect couldn't stop trying, he suddenly sensed a summons coming from a place behind him.

The bewildered dialect gave up on this planet, walked towards that place, and crossed countless planets, and finally saw this aqua blue planet? Hey, why is this place so familiar, he seems to have been here, Fang Yan shook his head, but he couldn't remember when he had been to this aqua blue planet.

However, there is also a very cordial aura on this aqua blue planet, and the dialect urges the streamer wings to quickly retreat towards the aqua blue planet.

This time it was not blocked like that dark green star, and the dialect quickly passed through the layer of Tiangang, saw the aqua blue ocean, and fled towards one of the small islands, this is the Tianfeng Continent?

A place name came out of the dialect vaguely, what is the place of the Tianfeng Continent, why did he think of this name? While thinking about it, he controlled the magic weapon and fled towards the place where the friendly aura was, and finally saw a piece of the Gobi Desert, and that breath was under this Gobi Desert.

The dialect quickly penetrated into the ground, and a prohibition appeared in front of him, but this prohibition did not have the slightest resistance to him, and the dialect disappeared into it in an instant.

"What's going on?" Fang Yan looked at the scene in front of him in surprise, there was a person sitting on the ground over there, and the mana in his body was circulating, there was nothing strange about this, what made Fang Yan feel surprised was that the person's face was exactly the same as his own, and even his meditation posture was exactly the same as his own.

Before Fang Yan could figure it out, he sensed an irresistible suction, pulling himself towards the person who was sitting and cultivating, and just as he was about to resist, he felt trapped in a whirlpool, until after adapting, Fang Yan opened his eyes, and an extremely familiar face appeared in front of him.

"Brother Xing Wuxing, are you Brother Xing Wuxing?" Fang Yan finally remembered the person in front of him, and shouted with a little excitement.

"Why, after a year of entering the Dingding, I don't know your big brother Xing? How can you have such good luck, others may not be able to enter the Dingding once in their lives, and they will have to thank the ancestors for more than ten days after entering the Dingding, you are good, but the Jindan Junior will enter the Dingding, and once you have been in the Dingda for a year, if it weren't for the fact that your kid has been running the exercises, there is no big problem, I would have pulled your Divine Consciousness back a long time ago, what's the matter?

"A year?" Fang Yan listened to Xing's unintentional words, and instead of answering, he fell into deep thought.

Xing Wuyi also seemed to know the situation of Fang Yan at the moment, and a flash disappeared from front of Fang Yan.