The old man in Mai was quite surprised to see Fang Nan cultivating like no one beside him, he stood there and looked at it for a while, chuckled, and turned around and walked towards the depths of the cave. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

And at the moment when the old man in Mai disappeared around the corner, Fang Nan's eyes suddenly opened, looking at the Soul Devouring Buddha on the ground.

He was tall, with long hair disheveled, covered in blood, and his face was full of disbelief.

As a giant of the Demon Dao generation, the predecessor of the middle Yuan Infant was powerful, and he must have not expected it until he died, he escaped the pursuit of Nanhua Immortal Venerable, but in the end, his soul was destroyed in the hands of his own incarnation, and he didn't even have a chance to solve the reincarnation.

After being silent for a long time, Fang Nan glanced at the darkness in the depths of the cave mansion, and finally sighed slightly and closed his eyes.

......

Under the dim blue light, Fang Nan's body faintly emitted a pale red shimmer, and a half-inch-long dark yellow streamer wandered in the upper half of his body, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, but it was endless.

Although this flame technique obtained from Bai Lin can be called a high-level exercise, it is simple and easy to understand, and it is quite easy to memorize. Therefore, long before entering Hanzhou, Fang Nan had already memorized the first half of this exercise, which was enough for him to cultivate to the peak of Qi cultivation.

In contrast, the low-level exercises used by Liang Yi looked much more obscure.

The aura contained in the Jade Dragon Pill suddenly dissolved in the body, scattered everywhere, and gradually filled the entire body in the continuous thinning, Fang Nan slowly exhaled a long breath, and the exercises were carried out, and the aura around the body began to converge.

After a while, Fang Nan's divine consciousness moved, and he sank into the spiritual sea, observing the signs of the operation of the spiritual energy in the meridians in his body.

As for the problem that appeared when he was cultivating before, every point of cultivation increased, the original soul power was thinner by one point, Fang Nan still hadn't found the reason. He had also tried before, but in this world, he couldn't run the exercises to improve his soul power at all, and his soul power was already limited, so if he continued like this, he was afraid that his soul power would disappear before he reached the foundation.

What's more, he has investigated several times, and he has already determined that there is no attribute in the spirit root in his body. After thinking about it a few times, Fang Nan felt more and more that his ability to cultivate the Immortal Dao Technique was inseparable from the soul power he brought, and when the soul power was exhausted, if he could no longer continue to cultivate, then he could only fight in the Qi refining period for the rest of his life, which was the real despair for him.

After observing silently for a long time, this bad premonition in Fang Nan's heart seemed to be confirming little by little.

Every trace of spiritual energy entering the body has never passed the position where the spiritual root should be above the dantian, but on the contrary, there will be a wisp of soul power in the sea of consciousness that shoots out at the moment when the spiritual energy gathers and swells, sticking to the vicinity of the spiritual energy, and slowly reducing with the operation of spiritual power in the body, often only a small Zhou Tian is completely dissipated.

Without a spiritual root, his soul power seems to have replaced the spiritual root in exchanging the spiritual energy of heaven and earth inside and outside the body.

Fang Nan's brows furrowed, and after pondering for a moment, his mind moved, and his soul power surged out from the sea of consciousness, and immediately attached to the surface of his body.

Snort!

The aura that had originally come slowly before was like a flying arrow in an instant, pouring into the meridian spiritual sea like a hundred rivers entering the sea, Zhou Tian was running fast, and his cultivation was increasing at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye, and in less than half an hour, he touched the bottleneck of the third layer of qi refining.

The previous lesson in the inn was still fresh in his memory, and he could start to hit the bottleneck when he saw it, but Fang Nan stopped the exercises, his mind converged, and the gathering speed of the spiritual energy immediately returned to normal, and the already disordered aura around his body also returned to calm at this moment.

After a moment of pranayama, feeling that there was obviously a lot less soul power in his body, Fang Nan shook his head in a complicated mood and slowly opened his eyes.

"You kid, it's kind of interesting. ”

Before he could see clearly, a lazy voice came from not far away.

Fang Nan was slightly startled, turned his head to look, but saw that the old man in sackcloth was sitting in front of the rock wall a few feet away at some point, holding a roasted burnt meat leg in one hand and biting, his face full of comfort.

Seeing Fang Nan looking over, the old man smiled: "I didn't look carefully before, I thought that you were still a second-level qi refining at your age, and your qualifications were not much better, and I thought you were a casual cultivator, but I didn't expect that you have a great background." ”

Fang Nan was a little confused when he heard this, he looked at the old man suspiciously, laughed dryly, and didn't know how to speak.

It seems that although the other party's cultivation is high, he doesn't seem to see that he has no spiritual root. Otherwise, Fang Nan really couldn't believe that he could still talk to himself so calmly.

"Hehe, Tianlinggen, if the old man has such a junior disciple, he doesn't worry about letting him walk outside, let's say, which of those old monsters is the elder behind your kid?"

"Tianling Gen, aren't the seniors joking?" Fang Nan said with a frown.

"What, you don't know?" the old man in Mai snorted lightly, and took another big bite of meat, chewing muttering muttered vague words from his mouth, "Didn't your elder tell you?"

"And this prohibition on your body is also a little weird, ordinary monks don't even have a spiritual root in the past, but a high-level careful examination is a four-spirit root, if it weren't for the fact that the old man has several secret methods related to it, he can't see the true qualifications of your kid. It seems that the elder behind you is only one of those late stage great monks. ”

As he spoke, he swallowed the meat in his mouth, smacked his mouth, and said, "Fortunately, the old man didn't attack you, otherwise it is estimated that he would not have lived for long." The great monk was furious, and an old man with a face had to see the deity. ”

Fang Nan on the opposite side had already fallen into a stupor, and his face was full of confusion.

"What do you mean by seniors, do you see that juniors don't have spiritual roots?" Fang Nan frowned and asked tentatively.

"Didn't you say it, it was just a low-ranking monk looking over. The old man put down the meat leg that had gnawed most of the meat in his hand and looked at Fang Nan, "Looking at you like this, you don't always think that you don't have a spiritual root, right? What are you kidding, how can you cultivate without a spiritual root? That elder of yours is interesting, do you still want you to hone your state of mind?"

Fang Nan fell silent when he heard this, and after thinking for a long time, his expression suddenly moved, and the figure of a white-haired old man flashed in his mind.

"I didn't expect it to be like this......"

Fang Nan forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, raised his head, looked at the old man in Mai, and sighed softly: "The juniors understand, thank you for the seniors." “