Xu Zihui put Fan Baimi on the bed and lay down, and he dreamed. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Don't, don't go, don't leave me!" is supposed to be dreaming of parents.

"Ah, don't kill me, don't ......" This should be meeting a strong opponent.

"Where to escape, see if I catch you or eat you!"

"Da Zhao, some more salt, it's a little light, huh...... Well...... Almost, I can smell the scent. ”

Listening to his nonsense, Xu Zihui smiled bitterly. When others are injured, it is at most a nightmare, but he can't even forget to eat, it really goes deep into the bone marrow.

"Ahh

Xu Zihui didn't dare to delay, and quickly informed Guanglingzi.

Seeing the figure of the master, Fan Baimi burst into tears, "Master, the disciple has something important to say!"

I wanted to inform Guanglingzi of the whole situation.

When the words came to his lips, the appearance of the old dragon clock appeared in his mind, "...... They will see you as a heretic, and your life will not be ......." Fan Baimi is not a person who cherishes his life, but there is no clue about his life experience, and his dream has just begun to sprout, how can he let go easily?

It's not that I'm afraid of death, but it's not a pity to be afraid of death.

After thinking about this, he swallowed his saliva a few times, swallowed his words back, and changed his words, "Master, I just fought against Liu Jianshen, and for some reason, a red light suddenly flashed, just like that day in the nameless cave in the back mountain. ”

Fan Baimi even finished the description with a gesture, and his spit flew everywhere, which was unprecedentedly vivid, for fear that his hidden heart would be discovered.

After listening to it, Guanglingzi combined with Xu Zihui's confession, and knew probably, except for the Li Wanzong divine consciousness and blood mystery method that Fan Baimi deliberately concealed.

At this point, it is estimated that the main summit will interfere in this matter, especially involving Fan Baimi.

He didn't think much about it, and after thinking about it for a while, he instructed Xu Zihui, "The eighteen cultivation has arrived, and it is better to pass on his exercises earlier." With that, fly straight to the main peak.

Since you guess that there will be a reaction, you simply go first.

Within a few days, the punishment was announced to the Eight Peaks.

Fan 100 meters of solitary peak faces the wall for half a year, and is not allowed to go down the mountain.

Liu Jianshen damaged the door rules, suffered a loss in mental skills, and went home on his own after recovering from the injury, and did not renew it.

This punishment has to be said to be extremely heavy, and even in order to take care of Benlei Pavilion's emotions, Fan Baimi, who was infallible, was grounded for half a year.

In fact, there was no need to do this, because Liu Jianshen injured the meridians for the last time, especially the inheritance of the ancestors was seriously injured, I am afraid that the incense has no hope.

Upon learning of this, he felt shameless to stay in Lingyun, so he simply asked for the heaviest punishment and went home.

However, very few of them knew about it, and it did not spread.

A lonely peak in the mountain behind the frost peak, a cave of repentance.

Fan Baimi has been staying for more than a month, during which Xu Zihui went up the mountain every day to deliver food and teach the exercises by the way. Occasionally, when Xu goes out, Lu Shuangshuang is responsible for supervising the progress.

With his character, it is not so much a closed-door thought as a penance.

The aura here is strong during the day, and the aura dissipates at night, and the yin aura is thick. It is an excellent time to concentrate on the exercises during the day and practice the Dharma at night.

No foreign objects to bother, no trivial matters.

On the contrary, he was extremely calm, although Ling Yunjue's progress was still slower.

On this day, night fell, and Fan Baimi finally made a choice again.

This blood mystery method is not cultivated.

If you don't cultivate, according to Li Wanzong's description, you need to practice an additional amount of spiritual power to support the growth of blood threads.

If the bloodshot is lower than the spiritual power level, it will continue to devour the spiritual power spring.

The key is that spiritual power is on the side of the light force, and blood is on the side of the dark force. Even if the blood can devour spiritual power, its utilization rate is low, only half or even less.

And then there are three times as many bloodlines as ordinary people.

In this way, his cultivation speed is actually extremely fast.

It was only by this devouring and multiplier that it became a typical example of the fall of genius.

Many times, pain is not a decision per se, but a process of decision.

The thinking process is torment, the measurement process is entangled, and the decision process is to promote the liver and gallbladder.

Recently, whether in a dream or when awake, I always can't help but fall into the thinking of the blood mystic method.

So much so that his face was haggard and his voice was hoarse.

Lu Shuangshuang thought he was sick and almost wanted to take him back to the Frost Pavilion for treatment.

After trying to explain that it was only because of poor rest, she left the letter suspiciously.

People are often forced to make up their minds and firm beliefs until the last minute.

Fan Baimi was restless in his sleep and couldn't eat (of course, the food was unpalatable) for several days and nights, and finally couldn't hold on to it in a hazy night.

Falling asleep in a daze, a huge beast appeared in his dream, chased him all the time and refused to give up, crossed the river, climbed over the mountain, and finally died by the vast sea.

And he collapsed with exhaustion, feverish.

In fact, he was burned by the wind and cold, which caused such a nightmare.

At this time, the cold air was extremely thick, and Fan Baimi, who was shrunk into a ball, was surrounded by layers, without the slightest warmth.

The mental and physical weakness finally entered the cold, bringing a layer of frost to the originally stormy body.

The cold air is gradually approaching the spiritual power spring, what a heavy place it is, how can it be wild.

I saw that a cold aura was eliminated by spiritual power, and I also died together.

Although a very small amount can be used to absorb a large amount of cold, it cannot withstand too much in the environment.

Not paying attention, the cold is close to the dormant blood.

At this time, Fan Baimi was already swinging, and he was dripping with cold sweat.

The cold air didn't know that the blood was strong, and he provoked again and again, wanting to hide and seek.

However, what kind of divine thing is blood, after many years of cultivation by Li Wanzong, how can it be played by ordinary things?

After a few rounds, he swallowed the wandering cold.

It doesn't matter if you swallow it, it changes steeply.

When the cold air entered, the blood was immediately excited, and the surrounding cold air was swallowed up. Of course, a small amount is not enough to satisfy the appetite, so it will start the devouring power to absorb it by itself.

For a while, the surrounding cold gathered in the dantian, and a stream of brain was sucked into the body.

It is the key to the cultivation of the Blood Mystic Method!

Li Wanzong had long considered that some people were not willing to practice the Blood God Technique, so he simply added a trigger point to it.

As soon as you come into contact with the cold, quickly turn on the absorption method.

So as to passively run the Blood Mystic Law and step into the Demon Path!

Once the blood thread rises, it can never be stopped.

All the cold qi in the space was condensed on the side, slowly refining.

In the dream, Fan Baimi started his dark power cultivation, he never thought that even if he didn't make a decision, someone with a heart had already prepared several paths for him, all he could do was choose, even if he gave up, he would stretch out a foot and kick him once.

Early in the morning, Fan Baimi woke up and found that he was doing his work in a very different way, and his hands were very different.

At this time, Li Wanzong's voice sounded again.

He knew everything, and he was stunned on the spot, taking precautions, and finally got on the road.

It's not that I'm not smart, but the enemy is too cunning!

Fan Baimi felt that he had nothing to love in life, and finally fell into the devil's path, and his heart sank to the bottom, so he ran wildly towards the cliff not far away!

In my ears, the mountain wind is howling.