Two years passed in a flash, Fang Yan slowly retracted the exercises, his face showed a bit of joy, and finally recovered as before, not only that, but his cultivation also increased slightly, for the monks above the distraction, every trace of strength improvement is not so easy, but I didn't expect that this time there was some taste of blessing in disguise.

casually scanned the movements of the nonsense people and purple spirits in his body, the purple spirit is still refining the Buzhou stone in the ontology magic weapon Ziheng furnace, it is possible to make the existence of the Ziheng furnace to improve the grade is really extraordinary, how many years have passed, the purple spirit has not been completely refined, and the Ziheng furnace has already undergone a lot of changes, but it is not in vain.

After absorbing a lot of spiritual objects, Hu Daoren has already recovered as before, but the damage to the star burial robe has not yet recovered, and when the dialect divine sense swept over, Hu Daoren was still refining a piece of star pole refined iron.

Without bothering the nonsense man Zi Ling, Fang Yan quickly withdrew his divine sense, and instead escaped from the Sen Ran scroll in a flash, urging his divine sense to poke out towards the enclosed space outside his body.

This enclosed space is empty without a trace of spiritual energy flickering, and even when the dialect urges the Nebula Technique, there are many restrictions on drawing the power of the stars from the void, compared to the prison array, it is only less of the power of confinement, such a place is naturally not a place to stay for a long time, but it seems that it is not easy to leave.

After scanning for a while, Fang Yan's face showed a bit of solemnity, although he hadn't urged the exercises to bombard the surrounding walls, Fang Yan could also sense the strength of the surrounding barriers.

After thinking about it for a while, Fang Yan urged the Sanskrit Technique to protect his body, waved his hand to sacrifice a flying sword, and slashed towards the wall on one side, as Fang Yan expected, although his flying sword light touched the wall, it had no effect, not to mention that a gap was opened, even a scratch was not left, and with a rune flashing slightly, the sword light power disappeared into invisibility, but there was no rebound power to slash down on himself.

Fang Yan then urged the sword light to test it everywhere around, and the result was no different, after a while, Fang Yan put away the flying sword, and no longer urged other means such as the killing blade spirit thunder bombardment, etc., just contemplating it, after a while, Fang Yan moved with both hands, and the one-style hand trick was played, and then one after another formation runes flashed out, and gradually condensed a formation map, but it was one of the Zilang stone wall formations that had brought him here before.

"Huh?" After a moment, Fang Yan stopped moving, his face showing a little doubt, and the formation he urged did not cause the slightest reaction from the surrounding walls.

"Dialects, perhaps, need to condense all the formations as before. Suddenly, the voice of the nonsense man sounded.

"I don't want to, but if I have that kind of power again, how can you and I withstand it?" Fang Yan heard the message from the nonsense man, and immediately returned.

"This?, then wait for me and the Star Burial Robe to recover before we experiment, this time the Star Burial Robe is of extremely high grade, maybe it can make the Star Burial Robe more powerful than before, and we can have a little more protection at that time." Hearing the words in the dialect, Hu Daoren couldn't help but shrink back even though he remembered the scene last time.

"You can refine the Star Pole Refined Iron with peace of mind, at least at the moment, there is no danger except that you can't leave, and if I think of other ways, maybe I can find another path. After the dialect sent another divine message to the nonsense, he fell back into thought.

As Hu Daoren said, recondensing the sixteen array diagrams, and then fusing them as before, may be a way, but Fang Yan really didn't have the courage to experiment, at that time, there was a power protection revealed in the illusory shadow of the purple stone wall, but now there is no external force, unless the star burial robe is completely restored, and his Sanskrit Body Forging Technique is more refined, otherwise Fang Yan will not try that kind of method again.

Even if you don't use this method, Fang Yan doesn't have too many worries about leaving here, no matter what, the surrounding barriers are still formation methods after all, and Fang Yan has always had great confidence in formations.

This time, after comprehending that mysterious connection through the illusory shadow of the purple stone wall, Fang Yan's feelings for the formation runes were also a little deeper, although he still couldn't completely condense the last three origin runes into one, but they were also much closer.

After a while, Fang Yan urged his hand to move, condensed runes that were close to the origin, and floated towards the surrounding barriers, but Fang Yan planned to use the method used when he repaired the cracks in the big array outside the Great Array of Demon Yuan Ridge Tongling Peak, no longer trying to break the barrier, but to integrate his own array runes into it, as long as he could integrate the array runes into it, and even find out what was going on outside the barriers, it would naturally be much easier to make plans.

This method requires water grinding kung fu, far from the pleasure of directly blasting, but fortunately, time is nothing to the distracted monk, even if it takes a few years, it is only a blink of an eye, and after a while, the dialect is also silent in the condensation runes.

Fang Yan's efforts were not in vain, and his plan was not wrong, as time went by, another two years passed, more and more formation runes were submerged into the surrounding barriers, and Fang Yan's divine consciousness was getting deeper and deeper into it, until one day, another string of runes was submerged into the barrier, and Fang Yan only sensed that his divine consciousness was unobstructed.

"Is this it?"

In an instant, Fang Yan withdrew his divine sense, but it was enough for him to see the scene outside the barrier clearly, what made Fang Yan a little surprised was that it seemed to be a familiar place outside, and just now the divine sense detected that outside the barrier, it was still a closed space, but it was different from the emptiness here, and the whole space was filled with a kind of spirit grass, a kind of spirit grass familiar with the dialect - devouring fairy spirit grass.

Seeing this kind of spirit grass, Fang Yan even remembered what happened to him when he was in the Sichuan Dang Gorge, when he was calculated by the willow like wind, he was trapped in a formation space full of devouring fairy spirit grass, could it be that his current location has something to do with that place back then?

At that time, the dialect was only Jin Dan cultivation, and the old man Danyangzi was only a body of a primordial infant who had lost his body, so he could urge the streamer wing to escape from that space, but it was a little different from where he was now, otherwise if the streamer wing could escape from here, why did the dialect spend so much effort and waste time, and the original immortal devouring spirit grass was also collected by himself, but it was not easy to determine whether the place outside was the place where he stayed back then.

In any case, you can only know when you leave here and enter that space, as for the Immortal Devouring Spirit Grass that shocked Fang Yan and the old man Danyangzi back then, it is no longer in Fang Yan's eyes, not to mention that it can easily urge the Qi of Yimu, that is, without the Qi of Yimu, with the current means of Fang Yan, it can also kill those Immortal Spirit Grass.

The dialect that retracted his divine consciousness did not stop, but just flickered and moved his position, and came to the other side of the wall, just now, in an instant, the dialect not only sensed the space outside full of devouring fairy spirit grass, but also sensed the location of what seemed to be a passage, as for whether it still needs to be verified.

Soon, Fang Yan urged the magic technique again to start condensing the formation runes, but this time it was no longer infiltrating aimlessly as before, but concentrating on pouring into the suspected passage that it had sensed before, and after a while, the new runes were connected with the runes that had already been fused into it, and gradually showed a trace of fluctuations.

"Sure enough, it's a passage. A few days later, Fang Yan smiled faintly.

"Tongues. At this moment, the nonsense man who had not been seen for a long time also flashed his breath, also with joy.

"En, completely refined?" The divine sense swept away the nonsense, and even if Fang Yan sensed that the power of the Star Burial Robe had been restored, it was much stronger than before.

"Yes, today's Star Burial Robe has really been restored to perfection, and those Star Burial Robe Essence Extremes have really increased the power of the Star Burial Robe even more than it was at the beginning. ”

"Okay, you can take care of the purple spirit first, it seems to have been a little fluctuating recently, and I think that I will soon be able to completely refine that Buzhou stone, maybe we can leave here soon." ”

"Found a way out, okay, I'll go to protect the Purple Spirit Ziheng Furnace. Hearing the words of the dialect, the Hu Dao people just paused slightly, and then did not ask more, many years of tacit understanding, the Hu Dao people have long known that the dialect speaks like this, and must have a great grasp.

(Thanks to the 'Internet Kid' Taoist friends for their encouragement)