After refining this storage talisman, Fang Yan completely stopped the crazy refining of gold talismans during this time, and with these talisman reserves in his hand, it was enough for him to use it for a while. However, Fang Yan still instructed Helian Jun to continue to do the purchase of talisman skins, but unfortunately the teleportation talisman could not be tried now, because he could not buy a suitable talisman skin.

This is especially true of the rest of the special golden talismans, either the level of the things bought is too low, even if they are made, they are not very useful, or they can't be bought at all, so Fang Yan has to settle for the second, looking for a way to refine the talisman skin, and then find a way to leave here. There are too many good things in this immortal city, but unfortunately he can't get his hands on it, so he can only watch it dryly, which makes Fang Yan very uncomfortable.

In the next few days, Fang Yan turned his mind to the natal spirit talisman, hoping to find out something from this secret technique, and he was greatly inspired by refining the golden talisman some time ago. It's just that these two runes take completely different paths, and the natal spirit rune is to increase the amount of spiritual power in the spirit rune as much as possible to achieve the effect of enhancing the power of the spell.

The golden rune is to increase the substantive connotation of the talisman, superimpose the power of the spell attack with the material attributes, and make the virtual attack as substantial as possible. And the method of body refining is too demanding on the material, maybe the technique of the golden rune can be used for reference, but it will have to wait until the dialect cultivation is advanced.

This makes Fang Yan's idea of borrowing the technique of the golden rune in the short term to quickly increase his combat power completely frustrated, it seems that he can only practice step by step with his feet on the ground, but he can't be opportunistic. However, there are still many realistic choices for dialects, and it is a good idea to refine the phantom ice taken from Yang Lin's house into his natal spirit talisman.

That person was involved in this secret realm with himself, and now who knows whether he is alive or dead, and he can't see clearly when he leaves the dialect, and this kind of thing that can quickly increase his combat power is still left in his hands. Fang Yan sat on the isolated island in the blue bead space, and his divine sense extracted the phantom ice with a slight sense, and nothing here could escape his control.

It didn't take much time for Fang Yan to refine the phantom ice into the natal spirit rune. Then, with a little urging, I saw a cold mist rise from the surface of the spirit rune, which was controlled by the dialect and changed into various shapes. Sure enough, it is a good thing, after being refined by him, it is still full of spirituality, and it has been kept in the dantian for a long time, and I don't know what it will become.

After fiddling with it for a while, Fang Yan took the natal spirit talisman back to the dantian. At this time, his consciousness suddenly moved, and a blue bead emitted bursts of cold air. Then appeared in front of the dialect. I remember that this was what he got from the hands of the ancestor of the Wang family in that tomb when he was in the Poison King City, and this bead was at least a magic weapon, and it couldn't be urged at all by the cultivation of the dialect back then.

Now that he has been here for more than ten years, this bead looks even colder, but he doesn't know if he can borrow one or two, with the strength of the dialect now, he can urge the pseudo-magic weapon, but he is not sure about this real magic weapon. When they got it, the dialect remembered that it would attack on its own. I once suspected that it was a spiritual treasure, but now the dialect still thinks so.

Don't look at it now hanging in front of the dialect, that's because the aura around it has been drained by the dialect, and the things of the highest level can only be at the mercy of the dialect when they enter the space. But it's hard to say when it's put back into the aura, if it's really a spiritual treasure, Fang Yan has to give up the idea of fighting it, after all, his cultivation is too low now.

Carefully add the aura around this bead little by little. I saw that this blue treasure had become full of spirituality again, and it slowly rotated in the air, as if it was also observing the actions of the dialect. What is there to be afraid of in his own blue bead space, even if it is a spiritual treasure, thinking of this, the dialect is bold, and he immediately uses his divine sense to entangle it.

The bead didn't resist. Fang Yan suddenly rejoiced in his heart, if he could subdue it, it would be another weapon for himself, and it would look like at least the two pseudo-magic weapons. After some communication, it was very smooth, perhaps because the bead was gradually assimilated by the blue orb, and Fang Yan immediately turned his heart sideways, biting the tip of his tongue and squirting out a mouthful of essence blood.

There are many ways to refine treasures, and essence blood is the quickest. If even this method is of little use, I'm afraid the dialect will have to wait until after the end of the Dan to try again. "Hum", Fang Yan suddenly felt that there were a lot of things in his mind, and his soul shook slightly, and then Fang Yan stabilized his mind and examined it.

"Soul Bead, this thing is indeed a magic weapon, but it doesn't seem to have all the power, it must have fallen from the magic weapon, otherwise how could it be so easy to succeed in cultivating." The process went far more smoothly than expected, and the dialect soon knew the name of the bead, and this treasure must be a magic weapon, but it didn't seem to be able to treasure the majesty of the treasure.

Soon there was another thing in the dantian, who knew that this thing had just entered it, and the golden lotus immediately rose from the spirit lake, and this bead was also clever, drawing an arc on the side of the golden lotus, and then stopped at the periphery with the natal spirit talisman. This bead is obviously more spiritual, and even the spirit rune knows how to deal with it, and this thing doesn't know how.

"I don't know how powerful this thing is, but I'll try it the next time I go to sea. "For beads, the dialect began to feel very affectionate, perhaps because of the blue orbs, and the sight of such things made him very interested.

Then Fang Yan was fully refined, and the divine consciousness imprint was successfully punched into the Soul Separation Bead, which was the only way to completely control this treasure. In the future, as it gradually warms up in the dantian, the connection with itself will be closer, and it will be more convenient to use. In fact, this is already a method of sacrificing magic weapons, and the dialect was still used during the foundation building period, and it was a success.

There was one more thing in the dantian again, Fang Yan didn't feel anything about it, since the golden lotus, there was no longer only one natal spirit talisman in his dantian. I'm afraid that Brother Jindan won't be like him, collecting some messy things and putting them inside, you must know that cultivating so many items will consume a lot of his spiritual power.

At the moment, he didn't feel it, the only thought was to quickly increase his strength, and there was always an inexplicable sense of crisis in his heart, as if something big would happen in the near future, and this thought had been in his mind for a long time. A few days later, the dialect crept out one night, and swept across the vast sea alone, heading straight for the island of springs.

Speaking of which, it has been nearly a year since he entered the Immortal City, and every time at this time, Fang Yan will go on time, and the Earth Soul Milk Industry has become a necessity for his cultivation, and other pills are far from having such an effect. Besides, with his current situation, he couldn't buy the pill that suited his needs at all, and the role of spiritual milk became more and more prominent, and it was indispensable to collect spiritual milk once a month.

Luckily, that isolated island is not far from Immortal City. Occasionally, some immortal people found there, but no one discovered the secret under the spiritual spring. It may be that there are no other treasures on that island, or it may be that these people are not cultivated enough, and they are frightened when they see the giant beast, where do they dare to take a closer look.

For the sake of a useless desert island, no high-ranking monk is willing to make a move, and the aquatic demon beast is not so easy to kill. Especially after reaching a certain level of spiritual intelligence. This is a good thing for Fang dialect, as long as he is not too greedy. In the future, he will continue to obtain such spiritual objects, and the improvement of his cultivation during this period of time will make him almost dependent on spiritual milk.

And recently, he felt that his cultivation would be improved again, and if he advanced again, he would reach the ninth layer of the foundation building, and he was about to touch the edge of the Jiedan, but unfortunately he didn't have a clue about the Jiedan. Thinking all the way, the next day the dialect came to the vicinity of this island, which he knew so well that he could find it even with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, he felt a hint of alarm. There was something unusual about the island he'd been to so many times that he couldn't say anything was wrong, but it just made him feel weird. The monk's premonition was the most miraculous, and the dialect immediately fell from mid-air, gliding slowly against the water, and then gathered his whole body breath and came to the island.

Following the dense trees of the island, Fang Yan patiently walked towards the spiritual spring. It was the commanding height of the island, and it was easy to spot any anomalies from there. Along the way, the dialects were distracted, and cautiously searched and advanced, and on this small island, it took the dialects more than two hours to reach the foot of the few low mountains.

That's when it happened. The sound of someone speaking vaguely drifted in the wind, and a figure appeared in the neutral consciousness of the dialect, and then increased to three. The three of them all gathered around the spiritual spring, as if they had discovered the abnormality here, or perhaps the aura here was even stronger, so that these people could sit here and recover.

But their appearance surprised Fang Yan, these people looked like the same human race as him. And looking at the colorful clothes on their bodies, as well as the large and small bags hanging all over their bodies, how they are somewhat similar to the disciples of Spirit Beast Mountain.

The cultivation of the three of them is not too high, only one is the eighth layer of foundation building, and the other two are in the middle stage of foundation building. But in this piece of heaven and earth, Fang Yan has never seen other human race monks have such a high level of cultivation, where did this monk come from, and he dared to appear so close to the immortal city, isn't it almost like looking for death.

Fang Yan didn't kindly come forward to remind him, he just hid aside and quietly observed these people, as a fellow clan, if he didn't kill them on the spot, he was already thinking about it for the sake of the human race. However, if these people don't leave before dark, and it will eventually affect him to collect spiritual milk, he will suddenly use hot hands if he can't speak in dialect.

After a short time, the monk with the highest cultivation level said in a loud voice: "How are the two junior disciples recovering, whether to stay here to rest for a few days, or to continue to hurry while it is still early, you might as well talk about it, senior brother can summon that giant whale." ”

Before the other two could reply, Fang Yan's heart immediately felt like a storm, this person was clearly speaking the words of the human race, and with a strong South Vietnamese accent, he turned out to be from his hometown. What the hell is going on, the dialect here is completely wrong, and it took several spaces to get here, these people can't be so coincidental, right?

Could it be that there is a passage to South Vietnam in this space, through which you can directly enter and exit, it would be great if this is the case, Fang Yan has long wanted to return, but where is such a passage, and when did it appear? Fang Yan was surprised and delighted, thinking that he would soon leave this dangerous place, and his heart suddenly couldn't suppress his excitement.

However, these people did not seem to plan to go out, but still wanted to find something here, and Fang Yan immediately guessed that these people were probably just here, and they did not know the danger of this place at all. The identity of the person who came was unknown, and Fang Yan was not obliged to warn him, but he wanted to know where the nearby passage was, so he hid in place and continued to listen to a few people. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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