Ling Fan was a good deal in his heart, I was afraid that the days before the secret realm opened were numbered, he hurried to enter the cultivation secret realm, intending to quickly condense his divine sense, but something that made him crazy happened.

He couldn't exercise his divine sense in the cultivation secret realm, he could only do it in the real world.

"System, what kind of yarn are you doing?"

Ling Fan's face was pale, and he stretched it out.

"Master, ahem, this ...... Don't get me wrong, this has nothing to do with me, you have to know that the time flow difference is a very esoteric Tao, involving time. The human soul is a very strange substance, and I can't let you cultivate your soul in a time-warped environment. ”

In fact, in the final analysis, divine consciousness is the power of the soul, and the soul is the most profound energy of human beings, and in terms of many avenues, although the soul is weaker than time, it is not too much.

With the combination of the two, even the system has no way.

Ling Fan sighed secretly, and no longer bothered with the system, since the other party said that there was no way, what else could he do, he hurried up and began to condense.

When he was in the Senluo Great Array, Ling Fan could already condense his divine sense to only 90 degrees, but this was still far from it.

The thickness of a fist, according to 360 degrees, is almost only in the range of 1-2 degrees.

It can't be carried out in the cultivation secret realm, Ling Fan is a little lacking in confidence, but lack of confidence does not mean that he has to give up.

From 360-degree full-range coverage compressed to 90 degrees, Ling Fan only took a few hours, but it became more and more difficult to get to the back.

Just when Ling Fan began to temper his divine sense, the people of Qingfeng Courtyard had already returned to the sect.

Seifu-in Temple is said to be a courtyard, but in fact, it is a bamboo building built on a mountain peak.

From a distance, it looks like bamboo shoots towering in the mountains, the small ones are only the size of ordinary pavilions, and the big ones are like a pagoda.

In the largest bamboo building, a middle-aged man with a three-inch short beard sat at the top, he was the head of Qingfeng Temple, Leng Quanfeng.

Leng Quanfeng sat on a chair made of emerald jade bamboo, looking down at Feng Fuji.

"Sect Master, Sen ...... It seems that the temple of Senluo has been destroyed. ”

After saying this, the sweat on Feng Fuji's forehead flowed down.

This news is really not good news for their sect.

Although many people don't like the extreme sect of Senluo Temple, there is a certain reason why he can always exist in the world. Moreover, the overall strength of Qingfeng Temple is not much stronger than that of Senluo Temple.

Senluo Palace's death brand is the top of the early stage of the control realm, although Qingfeng Yuan has two control realms, but one of the elders is good at divination, and his combat effectiveness is quite lacking, only Leng Quanfeng can be regarded as the real control realm.

Kaga!

Leng Quan's front was like a pineapple, and his sallow and sallow face looked very unsightly, and he held the handle of the chair tightly with his palm, making a cracking sound.

"Who did it?"

His voice was as stiff as chiseled wood.

"When we were about to arrive at the Senluo Palace, we saw Ling Fan walking out of the Senluo Palace, and also talked with the disciples, the meaning of his words was that he swept away the Senluo Palace. ”

Whew!

The strong wind suddenly rose in the bamboo building, blowing a group of Qingfeng Academy disciples flying everywhere, and only Feng Fuji could stand on his heels with difficulty.

"Has Ling Fan grown to this extent? It seems that it is time for the last fight. ”

The corners of Feng Fuji's eyebrows jumped, and he said cautiously: "Sect Master, as far as I know, the Mythology Palace has the specific locations of all our sects. ”

He said this to remind Leng Quanfeng, you must be vigilant against the arrival of mushrooms, such a powerful Immortal Palace said no, they Qingfeng Courtyard is not as good as one-tenth of the Immortal Palace, and they are vulnerable in front of mushrooms.

Whew, smack!

Leng Quanfeng raised his hand and slammed Feng Fuji into the pillar, and said in a deep voice: "Hmph, how can I not know what you know." How dare the Mythical Palace make enemies indiscriminately, I will come to the dark, let Ling Fan die in the secret realm, and see what he can say in the Mythical Palace!

If you dare to make enemies at will, I believe that the other sects in the land of Zhongzhou will definitely attack the Mythology Palace, and at that time, nothing will be able to save them!"

After speaking, Leng Quanfeng flickered, and the figure disappeared into the bamboo building, and he was going to other sects to convey the news of Ling Fan's destruction of the Senluo Palace.

Whether it is true or not, it makes no difference to Leng Quanfeng, as long as the Senluo Hall is indeed destroyed, then even if this account is on Ling Fan's head, it is just right for him to use the topic to play.

This matter only circulated in a very small range, and most of them were high-level people of various sects or families, at least they were also top-level powerhouses of the Guiding Energy Realm, and most of them were real power figures in the control realm.

The news did not leak in the slightest, and 99% of the people in the land of Zhongzhou did not know that in the seemingly calm and calm of the waves, another sect that came out of the folded space disappeared, leaving only a huge palace standing alone among the mountains.

As the days passed, Ling Fan was like a sculpture, sitting cross-legged on the bed in the quiet room, motionless.

But if anyone can see his divine sense, they will find that he has now condensed to a range of about 30 degrees, and although he has made great progress, he is still far from practicing the soul technique of "Returning to Introduction".

Ten days have passed, Ling Fan has withdrawn from his cultivation, the one-month deadline has arrived, and Zhu Hongyi may notify Dong Shiren at any time, maybe when he will set off, Ling Fan still has some things to do.

"Take your time, fortunately, after many increases in intelligence attributes, your divine sense is strong, and even if you cultivate all the time, it will not be exhausted. ”

The reserves of Ling Fan's divine sense are very amazing, which means that his soul strength is very strong, if it is not for the soul technique, it is just this kind of tempering in normal times, and there will be no depletion at all.

After getting out of bed and turning around, Ling Fan's consciousness swept and found that his parents were watching TV in the house.

"Mom and Dad. Coming to the quiet room where his parents lived, Ling Fan pushed the door and walked in.

The two old men are sitting on the sofa watching TV programs, and there are no new programs now, most of them are old films that have been screened repeatedly, but this is better than no entertainment at all.

"Fan Fan, have you finished your cultivation?"

Wan Shujie thought that Ling Fan had been cultivating, and she didn't notice that Ling Fan had left once and destroyed a sect.

"Mom, how are you feeling lately?"

Ling Fan put his arm around Wan Shujie's shoulders and said.

"Oh, since you groomed me and your dad, I really feel like I'm twenty or thirty years younger, not to mention how lightweight the whole person is. ”

Wan Shujie said happily.

"Your mom is right. Stinky boy, now that the two of us go out together, others will think I'm your brother, haha!"

Ling Gangyi is also very happy, the years are like flying knives, knives urge people to get old, no one can refuse to be old, but who wants to get old?

(End of chapter)