Every time the Sanskrit Technique is improved, it is an experience, that is, it has reached the fourth layer, and Fang Yan can still feel that after this mass of essence Wu Ancestor's blood enters the body, the flesh and blood meridians are deep, and the slightest flame like power is scorching those impurities that are still difficult to perceive and sense when they are distracted and cultivated, and after these burns, the flesh and blood meridians that have been extremely condensed seem to be much more refined.

After a short time, Fang Yan fell into a state where he had no external objects in his heart, and only the two instrument spirits of Hu Dao Man Zi Ling scanned the surroundings through Fang Yan's body.

Day after day, two full months have passed, it has exceeded the time spent by Fang Yan refining the blood of the Wu Ancestor obtained from Bai Yuanzong, Fang Yan still did not stop the operation of the exercises, during this period, Hu Dao Zi Ling found that Fang Yan trembled all over, although it was only a moment, but they also guessed that this time refining the blood of the Wu Ancestor seemed to be far more dangerous than before.

The two powerless spirits could only closely observe the surroundings, but there was no movement around them, except for a door board giant sword standing on Fang Yan's side, there were only long stairs of bones.

After another ten days, with a long breath, Fang Yan finally opened his eyes: "There is still a possibility of a breakthrough in the Sanskrit Body Forging Technique?"

After opening his eyes, Fang Yan pondered for a moment, and then sent a message to the two machine spirits, stood up, and looked at the giant sword like a door panel on his side, Fang Yan thought about it, and still stretched out his hand, Fang Yan was also a little interested in this magic weapon that was famous in the Xuanlan domain because of its eye-catching shape rather than its superb grade.

The reason why Fang Yan wanted to pick up this former medium-grade spiritual weapon was also to explore why Wujizi, a senior, would refine his magic weapon into such a shape, but unexpectedly after reaching out, he didn't pull it up

The surprised dialect had only taken a closer look at the giant flying sword that had been stuck straight between the bones for the first time.

After a while, the expression on Fang Yan's face moved slightly, and his divine sense probed towards this flying sword like a door panel, but he didn't find any magic weapon breath, only a burst of gray, although this giant sword still looked like a flying sword, in fact, it was already the same as the surrounding bones, as if it was a skeleton like a flying sword.

I don't know the specific situation back then, Fang Yan can only guess that the original Wujizi should have used this flying sword to fight the demon beast, and the final result should be invincible, and even let the distracted mid-stage monk finally abandon his magic weapon of fame, maybe it was still relying on this flying sword that the Wujizi predecessor was able to escape, and whether this flying sword became like this at that time, or was it swallowed by the surrounding bones in the endless years to come, and the body was assimilated into this appearance, it is not something that Fang Yan can guess.

After a pause, Fang Yan ignored the imposing Infinite Heavenly Gate Sword, and once again stepped on the steps of bones, heading towards the unknown ahead, and the sound of stepping sounded into the unknown void.

After another half an hour, Fang Yan stopped again, and according to the previous law, he came to a platform infested by demon beasts, Fang Yan paused for a moment, and after recovering slightly, he took another step.

Another ancient beast, stronger than the previous one, the body condensed can not be used to defend the spiritual weapon, in an instant, the dialect once again urged the body to fight with the demon beast, a radius of more than ten zhang, there is no way to avoid it, flesh and blood fight, only the most real physical strength is the fight, this time the dialect still has the upper hand, after dozens of breaths, with a miserable scream, the demon beast fell again, flashing a cloud of jet black left in the center of the skeleton steps.

Without the slightest hesitation, the slightly tired dialect immediately took this drop of Wu Ancestor's blood into his hand, and then sat down again and urged the exercises.

In the barren mound of the ancient desolate battlefield, the Wu clan elder Wu Cicada Ming was also standing in the dead aura at this moment, compared to many monks, he was more adaptable to the environment here, and the aura outside the body was almost completely converging into the body, even if the indigenous demon beast did not explore it in detail, it was difficult to find his figure.

Wu Cicada Ming, the distraction elder of the Wu Clan, has been here for some days, and he has been carefully sensing the breath of this Wu Clan's exercises all the way, but he didn't find it at all, and finally came to the Barren Tomb Plain, but there is already a little less hope in his heart, even if he passes the Beast Spirit Platform, it is difficult to say that he will not fall on the steps of bones, but even so, Wu Cicada Ming will stay here for a long time, until it is confirmed that the other party will not appear, and then he will return to the clan land.

It's just that on this day, Wu Chan Ming suddenly noticed that there was a movement in his communication jade talisman, Wu Yi clan, very little deal with others, except for the same clan, the entire Xuan Lan domain can transmit information to Wu Cicada Ming no more than a palm, sensing the fluctuation of the jade talisman, Wu Cicada Ming's thin face showed a little surprise, who actually sent news to himself?

His divine sense swept slightly, and the look of surprise on Wu Cicada's face was even worse: "Well, how could Xingyun send a message? Could it be that he also came to the Ancient Desolate Battlefield?"

No one can directly transmit the information into such a deep part of the ancient desolate battlefield, even a few ancestors in the late stage of distraction can't do it, Wu Cicada Ming was surprised in his heart, when he went to find out what the content was, after a while, Wu Cicada Ming who raised his eyes looked puzzled, and after a pause, he then urged the transmission jade talisman and sent out a message.

However, in less than an hour, Wu Cicada Ming sensed the fluctuation of aura flashing around him, and seven or eight distracted monks fell down one after another.

"Xingyun, what happened, why did you all leave the clan land?" Seeing such a situation, the witch cicada was no longer surprised, but surprised, and many of the clansmen in front of him had never left the clan land at the same time.

"Cicada Ming, that person hasn't come out yet, right?" didn't answer Wu Cicada's words, but Wu Xingyun asked directly, and the rest of the people also looked at Wu Cicada Ming with an anxious expression.

I don't know what happened to the witch cicada, and I also knew that something had happened to the person in the Wu Clan's desolate mound, and immediately said: "I haven't sensed his breath all the way, if he hasn't fallen yet, he is still in the desolate mound, but it's been so long, what happened?

"The cicadas should be nervous, everything in the clan is safe, and we have no choice but to come here, and the person who entered the barren mound climbed on the ancestral spirit platform. Seeing Wu Cicada's expression, Wu Xingyun understood what he was thinking, and immediately explained, but this sentence shocked Wu Cicada.

"What? He climbed the altar of the witch god? How is it possible? What you said is true?" The voice of the witch cicada immediately remembered, with an incredible, but excited and inexplicable look, the ancestral spirit platform in Wu Xingyun's mouth is also the altar of the witch god in the mouth of the witch cicada, but the name is different.

A group of Wu clansmen have worked hard for tens of thousands of years, just to find a person who can climb the ancestral spirit platform and retrieve the Wu clan's holy relic Eye of the Heavens, this time they found that someone had entered the Wu Ancestor Wasteland, and the witch cicada rushed here, also for this goal, but how could he have thought that the person he was looking for had already climbed the ancestral spirit platform.

"It's true, a few days ago, there were already fluctuations in the altar in the clan, and there would never be such a movement unless someone touched the Eye of the Heavens. Wu Shiyu said, although he didn't approve of the method proposed by Wu Cicada Ming, but he was not bad at welcoming back the eye of the holy relic, and when he noticed such a movement, he also hurried over.

Hearing Wu Shiyu's words, and then looking at the nods and affection of several other clansmen around him, Wu Cicada finally believed that all this was true.

"Someone has ascended the ancestral platform, if we can invite him, doesn't that mean that the next time the barren mound is opened, we can welcome back the Eye of the Heavens?" the cicada muttered.

"Yes, if he didn't go for the Eye of Heaven this time, for the sake of tens of millions of clansmen, protecting this unknown monk would be the most important thing for my Wu clan in the future, besides maintaining the Great Array. Wu Xingyun's words sounded immediately, but the meaning was also very clear, if at this moment in the Wuzu Wasteland Tomb, this monk also aimed at the Eye of the Heavens, took out this holy relic from it, and was unwilling to return it to the Wu clan, then it was the biggest enemy of the Wu clan, and when the time came, these Wu clansmen in front of him would be killers.