The mysterious exercise of the word cultivation space has been deeply imprinted in his sea of consciousness, and now he can close his eyes and appear this exercise, and now he has just broken through, and there is still some time before he perceives the sixth layer, and it is a suitable opportunity to try to practice a mysterious exercise.

Without the worries of spirit stones, without the disturbance of the outside world, Ye An looked at Shen Xuanchun's cave mansion from afar, meditated and closed up.

Cultivation does not know the years, and five years have passed since Ye An's retreat.

On this day, another spirit stone in Ye An's hand was annihilated into powder, and Ye An showed a somewhat distressed expression on his face, feeling very sorry in his heart, but more helpless.

According to the records that have been made, it is normal for him to ingest three spirit stones in three days at this moment, but in the past five years, Ye An has never been normal.

There is no need to calculate, but two spirit stones a day that he actually makes, which is twice as many as the average perception of a fifth-layer monk!

With such a large consumption, if it weren't for the massive amount of spirit stones in the storage bag, I am afraid that I would have to suffer for the spirit stones every day, where would I have time to practice well, let alone cultivate one step closer.

Whenever he thought of this, Ye An was especially grateful to the dead Blood Red Dao person, and the tens of thousands of spirit stones in his storage bag really helped him a lot on the path of cultivation.

Ye An came to the courtyard, patted the storage bag on his waist with his right hand, and suddenly stood upside down nine cold yin spirit swords, and there were words in his mouth, only to see the nine cold yin spirit swords arranged in an orderly manner in the air, at a glance, there seemed to be a sense of confusion, plus the cold aura of the spirit sword itself, it seemed to call itself a set of sword formations, and the power was good.

Although he had to practice the general set of nine-yuan sword formations almost every day, Ye Anxin was still overjoyed. A few years ago, under the guidance of Zhou Shixian, when he exchanged this sword formation with a Xuanlong Fire Fan to an elder, he saw that the elder had a satisfied look, after all, exchanging a sword technique that few people in the cultivation realm were interested in for a Dao weapon was really a cost-effective deal, and Ye An felt that he had suffered a lot of losses at that time.

However, in the past few years of exploration and practice, Ye An found that this sword technique is quite suitable for him, the name of the Nine Yuan Sword Formation is that it needs nine spirit swords to set up the formation, and his own Cold Yin Spirit Sword also happens to be nine, such a coincidence is absolute providence in Ye An's opinion, and the cold cold of the Cold Yin Spirit Sword makes the power of the sword array to a higher level.

However, the most impressive achievement over the years is the unknown mysterious technique that he has practiced, which can be said to be his most important reliance at present, more important than the Nine Yuan Sword Formation.

Thinking of this, Ye An subconsciously touched into his arms. The word repair space itself has been studied and explored countless times in the past few years, but except for the bluestones that have disappeared from the word repair, he has never found anything in it, and even the fog in the word repair space has no way to dispel it. Ye An didn't dare to try indiscriminately, but this matter really bothered Ye An.

Just when Ye An was thinking about entering the word cultivation space again, suddenly a burst of fairy moon remembered that the aura of the entire Biyu Mountain Range was surging wildly towards here, and the sky was also changing and brilliant.

Ye An looked at the direction in which the aura poured in, and suddenly had a guess in his heart, and suddenly his heart was overjoyed, and he quickly walked towards Shen Xuanchun's cave mansion.

However, although he was the first to think, someone had already arrived.

In the sky above Shen Xuanchun's cave mansion, there were five or six Daoji monks, men and women, who had already turned into a rainbow light and rushed to the outside of the cave mansion, and there were few years when the third elder Zhou Shixian was not seen.

As soon as they landed, their faces showed a respectful look, and an old Taoist with a dust whisk appeared in front of everyone out of thin air, Zhou Shixian and others saluted respectfully: "I've seen the master." ”

Ye Anxin was shocked, and said in his heart that this person was the head of Biyou, Wen Songdao, and it was the first time he had seen his true face in ten years of joining the sect.

Wen Song Daoren smiled slightly and said, "The elders don't need to be polite, I'll wait here." ”

At this time, the aura in the Biyou Mountain was still pouring in frantically, and the green pine and green grass in a radius of hundreds of zhang also withered down in an instant, and a long howl came from the cave, and the sound turned into sound waves and hit the mountains outside the cave, and a huge crack suddenly opened between the stones, and the mountains of hundreds of zhang were about to fall down in an instant.

"It's not good, if this mountain falls, it will definitely fall into the offering family at the foot of the mountain!" a red-faced elder's face changed, and he was about to make a move with a flash of inspiration in his sleeve.

Wen Song Daoren smiled faintly and said, "It's okay. After that, Wen Songdao's right hand shook the void, and the clouds at the mountains condensed into a big hand, holding the mountains that were falling, and the big hand did not stop there, but shook it hard, and the mountains suddenly cracked countless and shattered into countless stones.

A spiritual aura fell on a stone, and countless broken stones were centered on the stone, tightly clinging together, forming a huge stone monument and gently falling on the fracture.

Everyone looked at it, and there were three big characters of "Xuanchun Peak" written on the stone tablet.

"Thank you for the word!" Shen Xuanchun stepped out of the cave with a happy figure, hunting in Tsing Yi, spotless, and the aura of Ning Dan around his body was even more undisguised.

Wen Songdao's face was overjoyed, and he laughed and said: "Monks have not intersected with each other by cultivation age since ancient times, from today on, Senior Brother Xuanchun is my Biyou Deputy Sect Master, and it is enough to call the old Daoist Senior Brother." “

The elders of the Biyou Small Sect all had complicated faces, some were envious, some were jealous, and some couldn't see what they were thinking, in short, they were all different, but they flashed in a flash, and they saluted in unison: "Congratulations to Senior Uncle Dan Dao for his great success, and he can be expected to turn into a baby!"

Shen Xuanchun's face was full of joy, but he still returned the salute one by one, and said modestly: "Although I have successfully condensed the pill today and have a lifespan of three thousand years, the matter of turning into a baby is too slim, and it still needs a chance." ”

Wen Song Daoren waved the dust, and the invisible force helped everyone up and said: "Senior Brother Xuanchun's successful condensation is a great joy for me in hundreds of years, and the sect will celebrate for seven days from now on. After a pause, he said to Shen Xuanchun: "I also ask my junior brother to open the altar to teach the Fa, you just Ning Dan, so you can confirm yourself." The old way is one step now. ”

The faces of the elders were excited, and every step of the Daoji Monk was as difficult as reaching the sky, although it was related to his own qualifications, but no one to guide him was an important reason. Monk Ningdan's time is even more precious, and the Wensong Daoist only opens the altar once every ten years to preach the Fa, and the elders cherish this matter very much.

And Shen Xuanchun had just condensed the pill, and he had been trapped in the consummation of the Dao Foundation for hundreds of years, and his experience of condensing qi into the pill should be more profound.

Wen Song Daoren turned around and was about to leave, when he suddenly saw Ye An peeking not far away, Ye Anxin tightened, and subconsciously wanted to hide. But when he saw Wen Songdao, with a wave of his right hand, Ye An fell in front of everyone with a disgraced face, causing everyone to laugh.

Ye An didn't dare to say anything, and when he looked up again, Wen Songdao was gone, and a voice in his mind that he hadn't heard for several years: "Sit down." ”