Because the Spirit Gathering Demon Lamp was too valuable, Fang Yang had not used it before. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But now, having seen the tip of the iceberg of the Xinglin Waterfall, Fang Yang knew that his worries were just superfluous. A spiritual weapon comparable to the value of a magic weapon, maybe the mortal vein foundation will be greedy, but the human network foundation is not enough.

Besides, this apricot forest waterfall still has to ask for itself.

Now, enhancing one's cultivation is the only thing he needs to do.

The spirit gathering demon refined the three corpses, and soon a full twenty-one drops of pure spiritual liquid were accumulated in it.

"Hum ......" demon cup entered the body and began to refine the body.

Fang Yang ran the "Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox Gong", urging the flesh and blood around his body, and tirelessly devouring the essence of the spiritual fluid.

Not much.

A roar resounded in Fang Yang's body.

At this moment, he finally stepped into the seventh layer of the refining body.

The seventh layer of refining is already in the late stage, although it is only a line apart, but it is very different. With this, Fang Yang's physical strength could reach an astonishing realm.

And the spiritual liquid in the Spirit Gathering Demon Lamp only consumed a small half.

"Boom!""Boom!"

Fang Yang's speed of running the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox Gong was much more furious, and the absorption of the spiritual liquid was even faster. Almost in a hundred breaths, a drop of spiritual fluid was completely absorbed.

Hurry up!

At this point, Fang Yang didn't dare before, because the exercise was running too violently, it would cause some damage to the body. Even at the top of the sixth layer of body refining, he didn't dare to do this, and there was no need.

But now, the seventh layer of refining body has given him enough confidence, and three days is too short, he has a lot of things to prepare, so he races against time.

"Hum ......" Finally, the spiritual liquid in the Spirit Gathering Demon Lamp was completely exhausted.

And Fang Yang's cultivation has also made great progress, and he has stepped into the middle stage of the seventh layer of body refining, which is not far from the peak of this period.

"Hum ......" Fang Yang did not hesitate.

With a pat of the storage bag, immediately, all the spirit crystals and spirit pills surged out, and they were devoured by the Gathering Spirit Demon Cup, and they were quickly refined into spiritual liquid for storage.

These are all what he has gained this time. The cultivation resources in the storage bag of the sixth son, the third son, and the blood spirit son are all among them.

Fang Yang did not have the slightest reservation.

The "Buzz ......" Spirit Gathering Demon Lamp operated sharply, and a drop of spiritual liquid was born, which was plundered by Fang Yang with the "Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox Gong" and refined into his body.

Soon, Fang Yang had reached the peak of the middle stage of the seventh layer of body refining.

Then, he soon broke through again and stepped into the late stage of the seventh layer of body refining, and when the spiritual liquid was exhausted again, it was not far from the peak of the late stage.

At this point, Fang Yang dispersed the "Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox Gong" and let the Gathering Spirit Demon Lamp swallow the spiritual qi and quench the body by itself.

Then, Fang Yang gathered his spirit and began to cultivate "Mire".

The mire is an earth-based spiritual art, which can only be dabbled in on the foundation. But here in Fangyang, there is the mud swamp soil spirit given by the Taishang Elder of the Xinglin Waterfall, but it can be cultivated.

The quagmire is one of the few pseudo-blood spirit techniques in the earth system.

This technique is the main difficulty, once it is cultivated, it can make Fang Yang even more life-saving.

After pondering for a long time, Fang Yang began to practice this technique with all his might. Like Liu Mei'er, Fang Yang only used a mire soil spirit to cultivate this technique.

Then, Fang Yang put away the mire essence, and with a casual slap of the storage bag, a set of spirit armor appeared. This spirit armor is the third son's set of sword rune spirit armor. The third son has a wood spiritual root, but the main spiritual root hidden by it is a golden spiritual root. And this sword rune spirit armor is a set of gold spirit armor.

Normally, this kind of spirit armor is different due to the different attributes of the spirit root, and the spiritual power does not match, so Fang ** can't be urged. However, there are no absolutes. The third son's set of spirit armor is extremely special, and the source of its defense and attack power is not the spiritual power of the third son, but the spirit crystal card slots on the spirit armor.

These many spirit crystal card slots are combined into a formation.

Refine it, and then place a gold spirit crystal on top of the spirit armor, and you can recognize and drive it. The value of this kind of spiritual armor is a few points greater than directly driving the armor with spiritual power.

This armor is mysterious, Fang Yang only discovered it not long ago. In this way, when he used the Spirit Gathering Demon Lamp to refine the spiritual liquid, he naturally left enough gold-based spirit crystals.

At this moment, it is to be refined.

"Hum ......" Fang Yang's mind moved, and he instantly enveloped this armor and began refining.

Although the third son died, he was a tenth-level master of qi refining after all, and the consciousness brand was not so easy to remove. It took two full days of refining before the Consciousness Imprint on this spirit armor was completely refined. Soon, Fang Yang was on it, leaving his own imprint.

As soon as his mind moved, this spirit armor immediately turned into a ray of light, threw itself on Fang Yang's body, and put it on his body. Then, with a wave of his hand, Fang Yang was shrouded in a green robe, and he covered the spirit armor.

This spirit robe was obtained from the storage bag of the blood spirit son, and it had no offensive power, but it had the skill of covering up the snooping of the mind, and it could barely be regarded as a spiritual weapon.

"Huh?" Fang Yang's mind moved, and with a casual grab, a transmission note appeared.

This charm was given by Lao Suo, surnamed Shao.

At this moment, the aura is faint, and it is obvious that it is about to set off. Immediately, Fang Yang's mind moved, and he touched it, and sure enough, the voice of the old man surnamed Shao sounded in his sea of knowledge.

Immediately, Fang Yang moved slightly, and under the phantom technique, he disappeared in the cave.

The next moment, on the top of the mountain, Fang Yang and the corpse slave appeared.

Shao's surname Lao Suo, the mountain master, Liu Meier, etc., are already waiting there.

"Well, we're all here, let's go. The mountain lord whispered.

With a wave of his hand, a cloud of mist condensed into the shape of a cloud at his feet, but there was a rushing stream of water in the middle, and there was the sound of a murmuring stream.

Liu Mei'er and the other two monks stepped on the clouds together, and Fang Yang and the corpse slave also stepped on it in a flash.

"Hum ......" The mountain lord's mind moved slightly, and the clouds rose into the air and flew away, rushing towards the direction of the Fog Spirit Gate, the speed was as fast as thunder, and it was actually one point faster than the Fang Yang Phantom Technique.

This surprised him.

Water-based magic weapons!

Fang Yang said secretly in his heart.

"Hum ......" The mountain lord waved his hand casually, and when he landed, there were five points of spiritual light, which appeared in an instant, and went straight to Liu Meier, Fang Yang and other five people.

Fang Yang was startled, and subconsciously wanted to resist.

"Don't resist. The mountain lord whispered.

Fang Yang glanced at it, but saw that Liu Mei'er and the others were also stunned, and his heart moved, and he no longer resisted the corpse slave. In an instant, the jade-like aura suddenly submerged into Fang Yang and the corpse slave's body, and above his left hand, it turned into a faint and ethereal, extremely imperceptible mist and smoke.

"This is ......" Fang Yang was stunned, feeling a little familiar, and suddenly woke up.

Build a foundation and know the mind!

This wisp of mist was actually the same as the cultivation aura of a foundation builder that the mountain lord had slaughtered before, and it was refined into a tracking mark for its cognition.

This mark was extremely secretive, if it weren't for Fang Yang's own eyes seeing the fog entering his body and paying attention to it all the time, it would be difficult to notice, let alone others. This method is very much in line with the identity of foundation building.

Lenovo Shao surnamed Lao Suo said before, Fang Yang had an epiphany.

- Amulet!