"The Flame Essence is devoured? Please search for ()!The fastest update" As for the reason for the changes before and after the ghost fire, the dialect quickly came to a rough conclusion, it should be devoured by someone, and this person's eight achievements are Qingluan. The spiritual fire that can be refined can still be devoured, but the dialect is a little puzzled, unless Qingluan has cultivated a technique like the Heaven Devouring Demon Skill, but obviously this is not the reason.

Could it be that there is anything in that bone body that he hasn't discovered, and he helped Qingluan refine some ghost fire by mistake, but this is very likely, after all, it is a high-level insect body, how can he completely figure it out at a glance with his current cultivation, I am afraid that after Qingluan wakes up, such a groundless speculation will be useless after all.

But no matter what, Heisha was not much damaged this time, Fang Yan hurriedly stepped forward to appease him carefully, thought about it and was ruthless, and took out a demon pill from his body. Yu's spiritual breath is extraordinary, it is from the demon cultivator who was killed by Fang Yan, he himself exploded the pill and died, but his natal beast demon ape left a demon pill.

This is a genuine fifth-level demon pill, something that even the Jindan monks covet, originally wanted to keep it for other purposes, but now it was given to the black demon. The intention is not only as compensation, but also faintly expectation, for himself, the former number one combat force, Fang Yan still has high hopes, naturally there will be no reluctance.

Putting the Black Demon into the Soul Card, Fang Yan didn't immediately put the Shadow in, but whispered a few words to it. The killing intent that did not enter the pagoda, it was impossible for Fang Yan to ignore it, and it was impossible for him to stare at it all day, he had already thought about handing this matter to the Shadow, and with its mind, it should not need to worry too much about Fang Yan.

There have been many changes in a refining harvest, and it is still unclear whether it is joy or sorrow, but fortunately it did not cause trouble in the end, and it can barely be regarded as achieving what it wants. Fang Yan silently came to the entrance of the cave and sat down, his body and mind suddenly felt a little tired, mainly due to the previous nervousness, and he could recover after a short rest, and only Qingluan's side was left to his attention.

I saw that she was sitting cross-legged on the ground at the moment, her face, and the black qi around her body was billowing, just like the appearance of the black demon in the black pool of the soul card. Qianyan couldn't help but have a weird feeling, why is there such an existence around him, the demon pet is like this, the master is the same, and now even his wife's room is like this, could it be that he can't be separated from the demon cultivator in this life?

Fang Yan laughed bitterly a few times without self-deprecation, and quietly guarded the entrance of the cave, and the demon body was also put away by him, so as not to interfere with Qingluan's refining and collecting the bone body. Although her current situation is cut, she feels that the spiritual breath in the black mist has been relatively stable, and it is estimated that Qingluan is devoting herself to refining, and what will be the divine power of the natal divine beast in the future, this process is very critical.

Ten days have passed, Qingluan opened his eyes and let out a breath of turbidity, the black mist surrounding his body has long since dissipated, and the breath of his body has changed. Not only has the cultivation increased a lot, reaching the peak of the fifth layer of the foundation, but the originally slightly cold spiritual breath on the body was also a little weaker, but instead it was a dusty breath, and it was impossible to distinguish what the specific dialect was for a while.

However, the unique temperament of the demon cultivator on Qingluan's body was undoubtedly revealed, and he was extremely sensitive to this dialect, but he was not too surprised. It should be the reason for the Mirage True Demon Skill, which shows that this exercise Qingluan has officially started, plus she has just advanced and cannot suppress the release of mana, and after boiling, it will gradually be suppressed.

The others are from the appearance, but from Qingluan's excited expression, I am afraid that there is a greater gain, and even when she speaks, she is a little excited and speechless, which makes him secretly amused. She is already a mother of people, and she has been cultivating for decades, so she still has such a little daughter.

"Hehe, a big step forward in a short period of time is cultivated, it's good, it's good, it's good, besides this benefit, is there anything else?" Fang Yan was happy for her, and naturally wanted to know Qingluan's other gains, so he asked her with a smile.

"There should be, I have sensed it when I was refining, but I can't use it now, and after a few days of recuperation, the mana contained in this bone body is extremely huge, and I have only absorbed some of it to advance to more than one level, and it is possible to enter the late stage of foundation building in time, this risk is worth it, but it has been hard for a long time, young master." Qingluan said calmly.

"Hehe, you and I are husband and wife, don't say anything about hard work, this time it's your chance, won't you be the same if you change to the young master?" Fang Yan smiled even more, I didn't expect this skeleton body to have infinite potential, I am afraid that Qingluan will have the opportunity to peek into the door of Jindan, no matter how much risk it is, what is more important to the monk than cultivation.

"By the way, do you remember what you said about the man turning into a demon ape, it seems that I can barely do it now, but I don't know how much skill I can have. As he spoke, Qingluan said something in his mouth, and his hands pinched the magic trick a little jerky, and then his body shape and appearance changed.

Two pairs of wings suddenly appeared from under her armpits, and gradually spread out on her back with a few light fannings, each wing was about a zhang, and Qingluan's body looked a little petite in comparison. And these wings are not like the ghost butterfly showing white bones, they are covered with a layer of blue-gray down, and the surface is flooded with streamers, which looks a little illusory and not like the real thing, just like the condensation of spells.

The four wings flapped slightly, and Qingluan was about to fly for a while, and at this moment, two short tentacles grew on the top of her head, about a foot, slightly longer and slender, like two slender short swords. The changes in other places are not obvious, but the appearance already has a bit of the characteristics of a phoenix butterfly, and the transformation cast this time is far inferior to that of the demon cultivator who turned into a demon ape, but after all, this is Qingluan's work that he has just started.

When the exercises become more and more mature, and the ghost phoenix butterfly bone body will also be completely refined, it will be a different atmosphere to cast this spell at that time, and there is no doubt about this dialect. Besides, the Qingluan in front of her is even more amazing, her delicate body is very enchanting against the backdrop of huge wings, and the pair of sharp tentacles are like a pair of exquisite headdresses, dressing her up like a mortal fairy.

"It's really a spirit transformation, it's very good, it's very good, and Young Master Ben likes this picture too, it's perfect. By the way, this young master just lacks a flying spirit beast, tsk, such a flower-like mount, young master, I am really a blessing. Fang Yan Yue was happy, and couldn't help but stand up and circle around Qingluan a few times, and said with a smile in his mouth.

"Phew, you boast of being elegant all day long, and you actually say such a thing, don't you think it's a **** share?" Qingluan said lightly, his face flushed, but he didn't care about the dialect, he couldn't help laughing, and his mood became more and more cheerful.

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