The morning light slowly opened the curtain, and it was another gorgeous and colorful morning, bringing freshness to the world. In the greenhouse, Fang Yan walked out, his eyes flickering.

After separating from Qin Wuforget, he still returned to the Blood Barbarian Branch as a barbarian, in the eyes of the other clansmen, he was still that stupid and stupid boy, even the powerful barbarian did not see a clue, and Fang Yan had to attribute this to the special nature of the illusion itself.

Qin Wuwu had said that this illusion would change with his performance, and Fang Yan didn't know what the consequences would be if he rashly tore apart his identity as a barbarian, so he simply waited and watched.

In the greenhouse, Manyun and Manyu were sleeping sweetly, Fang Yan didn't disturb them, the awakening of consciousness had to be done by themselves, and outsiders couldn't help much. He now stretched out and sat cross-legged outside, facing the rising early sun, running the Yanshu Heavenly Jiaogong. In an instant, the body was covered in red.

After returning to his body after a week of operation, Fang Yan let out a breath of turbid air, opened his eyes, and looked at the pool of blood like blood-colored amber dozens of meters away, and he fell into a deep groan.

Coming to the Blood Barbarian Fantasy Realm again, although it is the same place, it is a different time. Fang Yan tried to poke his hand into the blood pool again, but the mouth of the blood-colored giant crocodile did not change before.

The same scenery, but completely different illusions? Being able to create such a complete illusion, even with the help of the barbarian body, Fang Yan didn't dare to imagine how high the cultivation of the person who created the illusion was. He simply ignored it and instead looked at the body.

Although the consciousness is awakened, some things are still left, such as the appearance and memory of the idiot, and the blood line in the center of the eyebrows.

The barbarian blood pool is not only the existence of the blood barbarian branch, every tribe in the barbarian land has its own blood pool. This blood thread was tattooed on him by his mother when each of the barbarians was born. The barbarian idiot, although it was not tattooed by his mother, but it was tattooed by the barbarian father, and now when Fang Yan looked at it intently, the cumbersome lines on the blood line suddenly appeared, and a primitive and barren feeling came from above.

According to the memory of the barbarian, this blood line contains the essence blood of the barbarians, which can be cultivated with the help of its condensation. However, the brute is naturally stupid, and he still hasn't condensed his blood for so many years, but now the owner of this body is no longer him, but Fang Yan.

The five blood apertures were running at the same time, and the cultivation of the fifth layer of blood gathering probed towards the blood line with the power of qi and blood, and as soon as the power of qi and blood collided with the blood line, Fang Yan's face changed suddenly, and a violent aura collided with his qi and blood power.

Poof! Fang Yan looked up to the sky and spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face was a little pale, and his expression was strange. "Aren't you a barbarian, can't you use it......" he recalled the words that came from the mouth of the giant crocodile statue in the Monument of the Undead Realm earlier.

Shaking his head, he bounced up, and the wind under his feet instantly unfolded, and the whole person fled into the distance like light smoke. There were no restrictions on the mantra here, and he quickly came to a small wooden house, pushed the door open, and entered.

Qin Wuwei sat cross-legged on the bed beside him, and when he saw Fang Yan walk in, he nodded with a smile in the corner of his eyes. Fang Yan bowed and sat opposite him.

Glancing at Fang Yan, Qin Wuwu's eyes showed a hint of amazement, "I didn't expect that I would actually teach you in this situation." His face straightened, "Fang Yan, you have to keep in mind what I say next." ”

Fang Yan's heart moved, "Barbarian, the cultivation is different from ours. Qin Wuwu said slowly,

"A barbarian monk, good at three, qi and blood, creation, and clan soul. ”

"Cultivating qi and blood, the power is infinite, and after the nine orifices are opened, they can pull out the mountains and truly achieve sanctification in the flesh. You refine the body and transform the Dao, this barbarian illusion is an opportunity for you, and you must do your best to learn their method of refining the body. ”

Fang Yan's eyes were bright, he was already a smart person, and he immediately understood after listening to Qin Wuwu's guidance.

For other disciples, the illusion realm is just an illusion, they practice qi and enter the Dao, and they are not familiar with the blood aperture, and this time they enter the illusion realm at most only comprehend and cultivate.

However, Fang Yan was an exception, he was refining the body and transforming the Dao, and the cultivation in the Illusory Realm was not only an improvement in his cultivation, but also an opportunity to learn and master the mysteries of body refining! The barbarian raging qi and blood he had received before, if he had learned the method of cultivation by himself...... Thinking of this, Fang Yan couldn't help but feel excited.

Seeing Fang Yan's eyes burning, Qin Wuyi couldn't help but nod with satisfaction, "The comprehension is not bad, but you also have to pay attention, their bloodlines are different from ours, don't be careful." He paused, and continued:

"The soul of the clan is the soul of the barbarians, this soul is ethereal, like the law of the mysteries, it seems to be omnipresent, and it seems to be omnipotent, after all, I am not a barbarian, I can't see through, I can't guess through. He said quietly,

"In the end, it is creation, the rise of the barbarians in southern Xinjiang, based on a word!"

"Heaven and earth are the way, and there are thousands of creations, and changing one's life against the sky is for the barbarian supernatural powers!"

"Although I don't know why the barbarians were destroyed, this word alone is enough to be proud of the human world!"

Qin Wuforget's voice was like a rainbow, and every sentence fell into Fang Yan's heart, making his heart agitate, "The creation of the barbarian race is divided into three realms. Qin Wushu lowered his head and looked at Fang Yan, at this time his face changed suddenly, and he snorted, with a trace of blood in the corner of his mouth.

"Master!" Fang Yan was shocked, but saw Qin Wuwu waving his hand, "It's okay, the rules of this heaven and earth, don't you allow me to tell this......" His eyes burned,

"I'm running out of time, boy, drive the fire. As soon as the two words came out, Fang Yan was shocked, and hurriedly raised his hand, two flints fell from the sleeves of the animal skin into the palms, and a flame appeared between the friction of the firelight.

Qin Wuwu looked at Fang Yan and bowed slightly, "Yes, your kung fu in the fire exorcism technique is not low, in your opinion, what is fire expulsion?"

Fang Yan lowered his head, there was a trace of doubt in his eyes, Qin Wuwu didn't make a sound, just waited quietly. After a while, Fang Yan slowly replied: "Driving fire lies in a word. ”

"Oh, what is the drive?" Qin Wuforget's eyes lit up.

Fang Yan didn't answer, but raised his hand, and the flames in his palm were beating and flipping. He threw it violently, and the flames suddenly rose upward, condensing into a spear in the air, falling into the palm of his hand, and then turning into flames.

"Although the flame is not created by me, under my control, it can be transformed into thousands of forms. He muttered.

"Hahaha, what a drive, my deity, I have accepted a good disciple!" Qin Wuwu laughed, "However, what you said is not right. Drive fire and drive fire, no fire, how to drive it!"

"But I refine my body and transform into a Dao, and I don't have spiritual energy, so I can't condense flames......" Fang Yan wondered.

Qin Wuwu smiled, "Who told you that physical cultivation can't create flames?"

Fang Yan was stunned, outside, the originally clear sky suddenly became dim, and a roar came from nothing, which seemed to not allow Qin Wuwu to speak,

"It seems that there is only this one chance......" Qin Wuwu seemed to feel something, with a hint of regret in his eyes, but more of a relief. His left hand was like a knife, and he wiped it towards his right hand, and suddenly a red color appeared, and it was condensed into a drop of blood by his palm.

"What is this, boy. He looked at Fang Yan with a hint of brightness in his eyes. This is probably the last lesson I taught him.

"Blood. Fang Yan replied honestly.

Qin Wushu shook his head with a smile, and with a flick of his fingers, the drop of blood burned violently in front of Fang Yan, turning into a raging flame in an instant, "What is this?"

"Fire ......" Fang Yan looked at the fire ball in front of him in a daze, and faintly grasped something.

Qin Wuwu smiled again, and with a popping finger, the flame turned into a drop of blood again and fell into his palm, "This, what is it." ”

"It's blood ......" Fang Yan's eyes became brighter and brighter, and a hint of enlightenment came. Seeing this, Qin Wuwu raised his hand and shook it, and when he withdrew his hand, the drop of blood had already melted into his body, "Now, do you understand?" He looked at Fang Yan quietly.

Qin Wuwu's action was like setting off an infinite thunderbolt in Fang Yan's heart, like lightning striking heaven and earth, sweeping away the original doubts in his heart in an instant! "Everything ...... All can be fire. In a trance, Fang Yan opened his mouth and said the answer in his heart.

"Hahaha, the understanding is good!" Qin Wuwei looked up to the sky and smiled, there was more blood at the corner of his mouth,

"Blood can be fire, fire can turn blood, everything is over and over again, cold and summer come and go, yes, there is something in the middle!"