Qi Li Fang had already been prepared, and when he saw that the words of the dove did not convince Feng Qingyang, he immediately stirred up a majestic demonic qi and roared.

Then, the majestic black light of his whole body burst out. When the black light faded, a huge monster appeared in the mountains and forests.

The huge figure was full of demonic flames, and the fierce aura covered the four fields. Its shoulders bear three heads, the top has two horns, the back drags four wings, the ribs hang six arms, the six arms are thick like mountains, and the six palms are huge like a fan.

His whole body was covered with fine black scales, and his two Optimus Prime-like legs stood beneath the demon's body, and his heavy black hair was dense on them.

Raising his hand is the infinite demon flame, attacking the blue-robed Taoist priest. The mana of this detachment is very strong and extremely fierce. With a gesture, a groundbreaking force erupted.

At the same time, his natural demonic nature surged, unscrupulously attacking the green-robed Taoist priests, killing arrogantly, and attacking fiercely.

Feng Qingyang snorted coldly, and a golden thread condensed above his head, and then turned into a golden mist, and countless golden rays of light erupted from the mist.

Each one turned into a sword ray, fusing towards the spirit sword that was already standing in the air in mid-air.

Then, with a wave of his hand, a spirit sword with a strong aura suddenly let out a soft groan, and a brilliant sword light burst out from the sword body, spewing out the righteous qi, and stabbed straight at the demon general's demon head.

Then, the three of them fought together. The surging spiritual power was in a frenzy, billowing smoke and dust, and Yu Si couldn't really see the situation of their fight.

Feng Qingyang may have been attacked by two people, and he had no power to fight back. I saw that he immediately shook his body and flew back at great speed. And on the way to fly, he saw the boy hidden in the mountains and forests.

Just as the pigeon and the dove roared and chased after him, he was afraid that Yu Si would be harmed, so he hurriedly turned around, wanting to continue to escape.

But when you see that the two enemies are not far from you, it is already even more difficult to retreat with all your body. When he looked back at this Yu Si, he thought about it.

"Remember, after opening the Qiankun bag, the first thing to spurt out is the essence blood, and the bronze medal is signed with the blood. Otherwise, you won't be able to carry it with you. This is Feng's thing, many cheats, magic weapons, etc. belong to you, please only send the purple jade slip back to Feng's master. There is a map of the ancient gate of a certain division of the wind, and the tokens of the elders, you can follow the map to find it. Please!" Feng Qingyang had already drawn out the spirit sword, forced the sound into a line, and said to Yu Siyan in front and below.

At the same time, he threw out his magic weapon and swayed billowing smoke, seemingly resisting the attacks of Qili and the dove, but in fact it was to cover the action of throwing the jade slip and a cloth bag in his hand towards Yu Si.

The incoming things are extremely fast, and they fall into the arms in an instant. What happened was beyond his imagination. He didn't know if it would be a blessing or a curse to get what he had in his arms.

Put away the "linen pocket" that the wind Qingyang threw over quickly, and he didn't dare to come out of the atmosphere, covered his body, and squinted sideways.

At this moment, Feng Qingyang no longer fled to where he was, and immediately turned around to meet the demon and the demon and kill them.

The result can be imagined, a powerful monk of the human race took the two of them to a height hundreds of millions of feet away, poured all his cultivation into his body, and exploded his body.

There was a loud bang, and with that, everything he had turned into a raging and domineering cyclone, and his whole body turned into a jet of powder, bursting in all directions.

The demon and the demon were attacked by the explosive huge power impact, and they were not lightly injured.

After the smoke and dust disappeared, when the search for the heavenly order was unsuccessful, they did not linger anymore and went away.

Yu Si saw it clearly, and the pain in his heart was real. Both hands clutched the cloth bag in their hands at some point, and the ten fingers showed pale bloody finger marks.

He seemed to know the crisis facing the human world, and the culprit who took the lives of many human beings was the demon monk.

Closing your eyes is the good days of the past, and opening your eyes is the pain of eternal separation. Weak, he slowly and painfully accepted this unforgettable status quo in tears.

"Yu Si must have enough strength to eradicate those forces who try to fish and live in the human world, avenge his parents, and avenge the innocent beings who died. ”

This time, he made a vow in his heart that he would strive to strengthen himself for all human beings to survive and for all walks of life to have a brilliant tomorrow.

"You have to find a way to strengthen yourself as soon as possible!" resolutely set the direction of his own progress, and he gently opened the wind-swept cloth bag.

According to Feng Qingyang's instructions, he first bit the tip of his tongue, spurted out sperm blood, and fell into the bronze medal in the cloth bag.

It turned out that on this cloth bag, the prohibition belonging to Feng Qingyang was erased by Feng Qingyang in advance, just so that Yu Si could open the cloth bag.

And this bronze medal has been made by Feng Qingyang's blood to form a covenant between master and servant, and after Feng Qingyang's body falls, it has become an ownerless thing. If Yu Si doesn't make a contract with blood, then the spirituality of this bronze medal can't be controlled by Yu Si. It is possible to disappear in an instant, and Yu Siyi's ability at this time is beyond the reach of it.

Open the cloth bag of its own space, and the bronze medal flashed by itself, and it was integrated into Yu Si's dantian.

"These things belong to a certain person, that is the reward given to Yu by this Feng Qingyang senior. His intention was to let Yu send a piece of purple jade back to Tianhe Sect. ”

Yu Si took a few pieces of bamboo slips, grabbed a red 'rope', and sprayed the remaining blood in his mouth on his body.

The three words "bundle immortal rope" flashed on the rope.

It's strange to say, as long as Yu Si squirts out his own essence blood, it seems that these items are all connected to him in the dark. Then, all of these things disappear on their own.

Yu Si didn't know where those things went, but in fact, this was an ability that other monks didn't have. Generally, monks need ritual tools for storage, and most of them use "Qiankun bags" that form their own space.

This Qiankun bag is this thing that looks like a sackcloth blanket, and it is a mysterious space created by the cultivator to sacrifice and refine the magic circle. As long as the owner is mindful of it, it will not leave the owner's body.

But he is not, everything treats his dantian as a bag. In his dantian, the jade butterfly has carried the colorful lotus into its own space. In this way, it only takes one of his thoughts, and they will appear in front of him.

It's a lot quicker, and it's a lot more hidden.

He knew the direction of his actions, and it became the most important thing to enter the cultivation realm as soon as possible and find ways to improve his cultivation.

"Then how to cultivate?"

Monks generally use jade slips to rub exercises, cheats, and information, and the use of jade slips requires spiritual power to infuse them, and spiritual sense can only be perceived.

However, Feng Qingyang had already made preparations in advance, and burned the content on the jade slip on the bamboo slip with mana. It was because of his foresight that he fulfilled Yu Si at this time.

He muttered in his heart, and a pile of bamboo floated in front of him. Calm down, open a bamboo slip left by the wind Qingyang, and rub on it: The current situation of the Hades Emperor Continent in the Qianpluto Star Domain......

The demonic spirit of Xunli Prefecture is noisy, and the human race Xiuzhen Mountain Gate is weak, as if it has become fish and meat, and it is allowed to be slaughtered. The Demon Venerable's lair "Yin Yang Island" is located in it.

Gen Yuan Prefecture is controlled by demon monks, and the demons in the "Fenglindu" are full of anger, and the human monks are looking forward to the demon king.

Kunmiao Prefecture, the major mountain gates and the seven major families are divided into the whole state, and the state is wide and prosperous.

In Yanyun Youzhou, the forces of the human race are divided, and hundreds of schools of thought are contending. The situation is confusing and treacherous.

Subsequently, he chose a copy of "Heavenly Dao Cultivation (I)" and watched it carefully. Overview of the Spiritual Practice: "The husband is the Tao with one yin and one yang, the one with yin and one yang is the disease, the pure yang is the immortal, the pure yin is the ghost, and the half yin and half yang are the people." Self-cultivation reaches the level of yin and yang, practicing qi to the sun and the moon, and accepting the top of the world......"

This information as a whole clarified the foundation of cultivation, and also clarified to himself the attributes of a cultivator in the cultivation realm according to his understanding.

And cultivation is nothing more than striving for the balance of yin and yang, constantly fusing with the desolate aura between heaven and earth, and at the same time breeding the monk's inherent divine consciousness.

This aura is the substance of the desolate aura that exists in the inherent things since the birth of the Star Field to the Human Race, from the beginning of chaos to the desolate continent.

And the fusion of aura has become the root of the monk's practice, and has become the main way and means of cultivation. This fusion is to make the monk's body constantly absorb the aura, so that the aura reaches a certain level, and the monk's body will undergo certain changes.

This change is the improvement of cultivation, and the embodiment is the advancement of the level of cultivation.

It's easy to say, but it's actually a slow process. Every time a monk fuses a certain amount of aura, his body will reach a certain level of saturation.

So that if you fuse more aura of the same form, you will be immune, and no matter how you fuse, it will not change your body.

Then only by constantly refining and squeezing the aura and changing the existence form of the aura can this status quo be changed.

In this way, the life of a monk's cultivation is spent in the process of constantly refining spiritual energy.

What he had to do at this time was to work hard to condense the aura to a sufficient concentration to reach the twelfth order of "soul melting" level.

In this way, it will be possible to enter the world of true monks and reach a certain height, which is the watershed between monks and mortals, the Dao Foundation Period.

Only when a monk has reached the level of the Dao Foundation Stage can he truly call himself a cultivator. Counting hundreds of people, less than three layers can be reached in the Dao foundation period. You can see how difficult it is to practice.

When you reach the path foundation stage, there are three stages of continuing your practice. That is, the front, middle, and back, and these three stages all have the requirements of perfection, if subdivided, the Dao foundation period should be six levels, but the cultivation realm generally adopts the theory of three levels.

After a monk has attained the level of Dzogchen in the later stages of the path foundation stage, it is possible to enter a higher realm, the embryonic stage.

The number of monks in this embryonic stage is even rarer, and less than one percent of the monks of the Hundred Humane Foundation can reach this level, which shows how high this realm is.

The cultivators who have this level in the human race are the elites of the cultivation realm, although there is a higher level above it, there are high-level cultivators such as the late stage of the transformation period, and there are also high-level monks such as the infant transformation stage, that is, there are very few old monster monks.

To put it simply: melt the spirit to build the Dao platform, the Dao platform bears the Dao fruit, and the Dao fruit turns into a spirit baby. This is the level of progression, the interpretation of the cultivation process.

The more Yu Si looked, the more fascinated he became, and he couldn't take his eyes off.