Many Wu clansmen in the dead atmosphere outside the barren mound may have the shadow of dialect flashing in their hearts, just like the sound of witch cicadas, but it is only a flash, it is really too short, it is only a few years since Fang Yan last broke through in the Wu clan's Sanskrit Technique Forging Technique, although he knew that Fang Yan had broken through the distraction, but he didn't think that he would be so anxious to enter the desolate mound to fulfill the promise of the year, let alone think that Fang Yan, who had just been in the early stage of distraction, had the ability to step on the ancestral spirit platform, and even touched the eye of the heavens. Bubble book. Bar*

The many Wu clan monks gathered together regained their calm after discussing for a while, and sat down cross-legged with the sound of the witch cicada, urging their own clan exercises, carefully sensing the surroundings, and not daring to miss a trace.

The dialect in the barren mound didn't know, and suddenly, he attracted a lot of attention, but at this moment he was embarrassed, and his body was already dyed red by a trace of blood oozing from the flesh and blood, and the dialect at this time didn't have the heart to pay attention to some branches, he was sitting under the huge demon beast bones and closed his eyes tightly, urging the exercises with all his might, surrounded by the white bones of the forest, which was more solemn than looking from a distance under the high platform, and the incomparable power was almost substantial, enveloping the entire platform.

It is also directed at the physical body, has nothing to do with the divine soul, has nothing to do with the cultivation of mana, the only oppression of this incomparable power is the physical body, many magic weapons are useless, and many exercises cannot be blocked for half a point, that is, the Sanskrit Technique Forging Technique is cultivated to the height of the fourth layer, and on this bone level, four drops of the blood of the witch ancestor have been continuously absorbed and refined, and the dialect still has to run the exercises with all its strength in order to resist this power.

I don't know how long it took, but Fang Yan's expression became more and more firm, maybe he was used to such a powerful oppression, Fang Yan suddenly had some movements, his fingers moved slightly as if he wanted to spread his palm, just such a simple action, Fang Yan at this moment seemed to show the same heaviness as moving a mountain, a full hundred breaths, Fang Yan's palm was only half spread out, revealing one of the black and shiny droplets, and the blood of the Wu Ancestor obtained by killing the last demon beast was a few more refined than the previous few drops, but it was just put into his hands, and before he had time to explore it carefully, there was boundless power and coercion, and Fang Yan had not yet absorbed and refined it for his own use。

Until this moment, the dialect finally has the remaining strength, a moment later, the pure Wu ancestor power began to infiltrate the dialect's body, with the current strength of the dialect, if you want to directly fight against this great power and coercion, at most you can only hold each other, the dialect is not sure how long you can hold each other, looking at the flickering things in the black not far in front of you, although it is covered by the black, the dialect knows that the things in it are the eyes of the heavens that the Wu clan entrusted to collect, and the one who travels a hundred miles is half ninety, and now the goal is a few zhang away, but it is difficult to go further with the current strength, and there is hope only by doing further improvementAt this moment, the dialect really wants to use the last drop of the blood of the Witch Ancestor to fight against the power emanating from the bones of this well-known demon beast.

It's better not to ingest the blood of the Wu Ancestor, just a few traces of the power of the Wu Clan entered the body, Fang Yan suddenly found that he was a little more difficult, and his heart immediately froze, so he wanted to stop absorbing it, and promised the Wu Clan to be true, but the dialect was not so much at the risk of being crushed and killed by this power to complete, but in an instant, Fang Yan realized that it was not the sudden increase in the power of the outside world, but because of the Sanskrit Technique of Body Forging Technique, it was originally a great pain every time the blood of the Wu Ancestor was refined, and there was no boundless coercion outside before the dialect needed to be suppressed, and now it feels naturally much more obvious。

After figuring out the dialect of the matter, but the heart is a lot fixed, as long as the external power does not suddenly increase, it is a little more painful, and it will not let the dialect fall because of this, but can once again temper the flesh blood that has been very refined.

A trace of Wu Ancestor's blood kept pouring into his body from Fang Yan's hands, and from time to time, Fang Yan would let out a trembling and almost want to fall.

On the previous steps of bones, although the Hu Dao people could not help the dialect resist the power of the coercion, they could also come out from time to time, and when they arrived here, they would be directly slapped down by the great power, and the Hu Dao people at this moment could only shrink into the depths of the dialect's body, and could only rely on the mental connection with the dialect to sense the various states of the dialect.

After many days in a row, the dialect trembled again, it seemed to be a little heavier than before, Zi Ling had experienced less after all, and when he encountered such a situation, he still inquired at Hu Daoren: "Hu Daoren, the dialect will be fine." ”

"It should be fine, the dialect has always been cautious, even if he is a little sure of taking risks, it seems that he is still thinking of using the power here to improve the exercises. Hu Daoren sensed the movement of this dialect and spoke to Zi Ling at the same time.

"That's good, if the strength of the dialect is improved again, maybe I don't have to wait for him to break through the middle stage of distraction, and my Ziheng Furnace will be expected to be promoted to a high-grade spiritual weapon. "Zi Ling is naturally very happy about the dialect to improve his strength, not only the dialect, but also his ontological magic weapon.

"It's not such a simple thing to want to be promoted to a high-grade spiritual weapon, today's Xuanlan Domain, even the Star Pole Refined Iron, which is not too high-level materials, is so precious, if you want to find a material that allows your ontology magic weapon to improve its grade, I don't know how much effort it takes, not to mention the promotion of the magic weapon, it's hard to say that you won't fall, what are you excited about." Hu Daoren lost no time in striking Zi Ling's optimism.

"Are you worried that after my ontology magic weapon breaks through, I will steal your limelight, ha, if it is true that the Ziheng Furnace has been promoted to a top-grade spiritual weapon, don't you come to beg me to refine the pill for you. Zi Ling didn't argue with Hu Daoren this time, but said with a smile.

Sensing that the dialect was not too dangerous, the Hu Dao people were attracted by Zi Ling's words: "Well, you said that I begged you to refine the pill? We are the body of the machine spirit, no, could it be that you have the pill to improve the body of the machine spirit?"

"Huh. Zi Ling smiled, but didn't speak.

Seeing Zi Ling's expression, Hu Daoren didn't know that he must have the bottom in his heart, thinking that some time ago, Zi Ling had been studying the Fang Dan Ling jade, and immediately shouted: "Is there really such an elixir?"

Zi Ling didn't take it anymore, and immediately said: "Yes, it's just that what the effect is, I have to try it after refining it to know, but this pill needs a high-grade spirit weapon Dan furnace to be successfully refined, but today's Ziheng furnace is difficult to do." ”

"High-grade spiritual weapons, high-grade spiritual weapons, high-grade spiritual weapons, elixirs that require high-grade spiritual weapons to refine, aren't they at least seventh-grade or even eighth-grade elixirs?"

"Eight pins. Purple Spirit said.

"Eight pins, the highest-grade elixir that dialects are refining now is only six pins, and if you want to refine eight-grade elixirs, it is the Ziheng furnace to promote a high-grade spiritual weapon, and it is not something that dialects can refine. "Even if Hu Daoren reacts, there is this kind of pill, and when the pill falls into his mouth, he doesn't know what year or month, at least not now.

"Refining the six-pinned pill, that was before the dialect was distracted, and now it is already a distraction cultivation, it won't take long to easily refine the seven-pinned pill, you don't know the ability of the dialect, it's hard to say that you won't coincidentally refine the eight-pinned pill, not to mention me." Zi Ling said confidently.

"That's all for the future, but if there are any good materials in the future, it's better to let the dialect get your hands on it, maybe we should encourage him to collect some Star Pole Refined Iron?" Although it was a long time later, Hu Daoren wouldn't really be careless at all, and he really started thinking about Ziheng Furnace to improve the grade at the moment.

After all, the body of the machine spirit is not better than the body of the monk, and it is much more difficult to break through the catastrophe, many times, the ontology magic weapon has survived the catastrophe, but the machine spirit has disappeared, in fact, Hu Daoren is not the first instrument spirit of the star burial robe, otherwise with the grade of the spirit weapon on the star burial robe, when the dialect encounters it, there will not be a machine spirit that is only in the late Yuan Infant period.

Hearing Hu Daoren's words, Zi Ling nodded again and again, and was about to speak again, when he suddenly noticed the movement of the dialect outside.

"What's the matter, dialects are in danger?" Zi Ling immediately shouted.

"Don't panic. Hu Daoren was much calmer, and then carefully sensed the movement of the dialect.