Chapter 39: The Foundation for the First Battle

The roaring sound of thunder created a great momentum for the thunder sword. The momentum of the spike that greeted him was not inferior to the thunder sword at all, and it was followed by thousands of resentful souls, all of whom showed fierce eyes, and they must have been great traitors before they died! The black shadow of Sanzhang, who had been standing quietly, also moved, pinched the tail of the spike, and followed!

The dazzling light illuminated half of the sky, followed by a deafening sound! The wind howled all around, and Lu Han, who was leaning on the vermilion coffin, and Lu Han, who was in red clothes, were shocked back a hundred steps one after another, Lu Han's face was flushed, he covered his chest with one hand, and snorted, obviously not lightly injured.

The red-clothed Lu Han was also ragged and embarrassed. Most of Fang Cai's attacks were carried down by him. The three corpses were dismantled, and the stumps and broken arms were scattered around.

The chains on the destined longevity were also gone, and after the knocking sound, the destined longevity immediately collapsed, and there was a blur in the air. On the spot, Fang Wenyuan slowly stood up, looked at Lu Han, and said, "How about fighting again in the future?"

Lu Han smiled and said, "That's very good! Another day! I'll invite you to drink!"

Fang Wenyuan nodded with satisfaction, and then a blur disappeared

"Whew! If it weren't for the fact that Fang Cai was just the incarnation created for me by the Spirit of the Secret Realm, I'm afraid I would have been seriously injured at this time!" Fang Wenyuan sat cross-legged on the bridge and slowly spoke. By this time, all of his consciousness had returned to his body.

Fang Wenyuan looked at the end of the bridge and said persistently, "We need to be stronger!"

At this time, although he had already refined his qi at the tenth level, he could not reach the highest level from now on, but he was not yet complete, so he could be stronger. In addition, the Wood Spirit Vein had only fused about fifty percent, so he still had a lot of room now. His strength is far from reaching the limit.

At this time, he had already boarded ninety percent of the bridge to the sky, and with a little more effort, he would be able to reach the end and enter the weird purple sun. In this way, we can figure out why there is a call from within the purple sun. Why did it keep reverberating in his mind, and at this time, it became more and more intense.

The legs were charged, and all the spiritual energy poured into it, and with a bang, the whole person rushed out like an arrow. Ninety into one, ninety into two, and ninety into three until they reached ninety-nine, Fang Wenyuan could no longer move the slightest. The whole person stopped, trembling and sweating profusely.

"Ah~" Fang Wenyuan let out a long roar, raised his foot, and stepped towards Ziyang. He had already discovered that this Ziyang was the entrance to the next layer of the Inheritance Secret Realm, so even if he was only a foot away from Ziyang at the moment, he couldn't feel any scorching.

In the last step, it took Fang Wenyuan an extremely long time to lift his feet. Just about to settle down. There was a sudden pause, and then the whole person sat down cross-legged, hands spread flat. Then, like an old monk, he remained motionless.

The flow of spiritual power in the body was extremely slow, but the fusion of the wood spirit vein and its own tendon veins reached an unprecedented speed. Quickly blended together, and after an hour, it reached sixty percent, and directly rose one step, compared to before, I don't know how many times faster. Similarly, the coercion here was really amazing, and I saw Fang Wenyuan's face pale and sweating all over his body, as if he had just been fished out of the water. It's just that he looks extremely excited, and it's obviously a huge benefit.

After a while, bursts of green light appeared on Fang Wenyuan's body, and his pale face gradually returned to ruddy.

Suddenly, Ziyang shone with a purple halo, and Fang Wenyuan's body was directly pushed out of the three zhangs. The straight back bent down, the whole person grinned, and said in his heart: "The coercion has been strengthened again!

Two hours later, the green light on Fang Wenyuan's body was even stronger, and his spine was straight again. The fusion of the wood spirit veins in his body has reached seventy percent, and he suddenly feels that the flow of his spiritual power is much faster, his skin has become fairer, his body has grown three inches taller, and his temperament has become more and more dusty, and he has a bit of a fluttering taste.

At this time, the purple sun shone again, the purple halo flooded, and the coercion more than doubled again. It's just that Fang Wenyuan was not bent this time, but the bridge deck he was sitting on collapsed directly by one foot. It is conceivable how much pressure Fang Wenyuan was under at this time, if it weren't for Fang Cai's Wood Spirit Vein to condense his physical body again, under such coercion, one bad one would be injured.

The coercion intensified again, and the corners of Fang Wenyuan's mouth curled, this was exactly the result he wanted. Only in this way would the wood spirit veins in his body fuse faster, because he found that every time the wood spirit veins fused to one percent, the difficulty increased, and the speed would decrease. And at this time, Ziyang's coercion will be strengthened again. It's like someone bringing you a pillow just after you fell asleep!

Eight hours later, the wood spirit veins in his body had completely fused with his own meridians. Fang Wenyuan stood up, his temperament changed again at this time, most of the immaturity on his face was missing, his height was more than a foot tall, he looked more and more slender, his skin was no longer as sallow as it was at the beginning, his skin was abnormally fair, and with his handsome face, he seemed to have become a personable son! It's just that his body is still trembling now, it seems that it is because Ziyang's coercion has caused some influence on him.

Although the fusion of the wood spirit veins has been completed, it has also transformed his body. However, Fang Caiziyang's coercion was not ordinary, and the place where he was sitting now seemed to have become a pit about three feet deep, so it was conceivable how heavy the coercion he was under at this time. The transformation of the body of the wood spirit vein has not yet been completed, and it is no longer suitable to bring it here at this time. Without hesitation, Fang Wenyuan suddenly exerted his strength, jumped out of the big pit, went straight to the side of the bridge, and jumped down suddenly.

The momentum of the fall was extremely fast, and in a few moments, Fang Wenyuan was about to land, and a soft force lifted him upward. With a flip, Fang Wenyuan took advantage of the situation to land gently.

As soon as Fang stood still, as soon as the strong wind around him moved, four people surrounded him. It was the four monks with the surname Shang. The monk surnamed Shang sneered, "Your seal is out of order!"

Fang Wenyuan didn't look surprised, and said lightly: "I know!

"Then it means that your time of death has come!" said the only female cultivator among the four viciously!

Fang Wenyuan smiled softly, his eyes were full of jokes, and said, "The girl's mind is really violent!

"Daoist friends are still worried about their own safety!" the black-robed monk with the surname Chang walked out and said slowly!

"What about the boarding fee you charge?" Fang Wenyuan didn't care about their threatening words.

The woman's eyes were full of anger and seemed to want to say something more, but at this time, the monk surnamed Yu, who had been standing aside without speaking, stopped her. The woman didn't want to give up, but when she looked around, she suddenly found that although her companions were all making threats, none of them really wanted to do anything.

Seeing that they didn't speak, Fang Wenyuan's eyes were cold, and he said coldly: "You haven't answered me yet!"

"So deceitful! Don't you think there's something wrong?" A faint voice came from behind the four people on the other side, and then, the four of them tacitly got out of the way, and an old man walked over slowly.

"Oh, who are you?"

The old man stroked his gray beard and smiled: "Why is Xiaoyou so rude!"

"Does the old gentleman have to be nosy?"

"It's pretty much the same!But the old man is not nosy! I'm just entrusted by someone!So I can only send you into reincarnation, if Xiaoyou doesn't resist, the old man will give you a good time!" The old man said lightly, not taking Fang Wenyuan in his eyes at all. In its opinion, Fang Wenyuan had no spiritual power on his body, and he didn't look like an immortal cultivator at all. Although before, he was able to leave a mark on the four monks surnamed Shang, but it has disappeared at this moment, maybe the kid in front of him injured his foundation under the pressure of the bridge, and his cultivation was completely lost at this moment. Otherwise, why haven't you done it yet?

"Old gentleman really wants to be like this, I'm afraid you don't have that much ability!" Fang Wenyuan's face was still calm, as if nothing could affect his state of mind.

Fang Wenyuan's calmness became different in the eyes of the old man, and he said in his heart: "This kid pretends to be calm, and in the face of my words like this, he is unmoved, he must have lost all his cultivation!" So he smiled coldly, waved his hand forward, and a honeycomb gushed out of his big sleeves, and suddenly, a earth-shattering buzz sounded all around.

One by one, the demon bees that were about the size of a fist and had black tail pins flew towards Fang Wenyuan overwhelmingly. Suddenly, Fang Wenyuan's figure was submerged, there was no trace, and there was no sound in the middle of the sound, it seemed that there was more than one luck.

The old man put on an unfathomable appearance, and the four monks surnamed Shang behind him were even more happy. At the beginning, they knew that they were not Fang Wenyuan's opponents, so they invited the old man in front of them, and they also paid a lot of filial piety. At this time, of course, they are happy to see such a result!

Suddenly, an extremely cold voice suddenly sounded: "Gather!" Thunder and lightning flashed all around, all of them poured into the bodies of the four monks surnamed Shang. The faces of the four of them changed suddenly, and just when they wanted to ask the old man for help, the cold voice sounded again: "Solution!"

"Ah~!" The four people howled miserably, the old man's face changed suddenly, and he turned to look, but saw that the four people were surrounded by thunder and lightning, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into four piles of ashes. A cold light flashed in the old man's eyes: "Look for death!"

As soon as these words came out, nothing vibrated around him, Fang Wenyuan snorted, his figure was stunned, and suddenly revealed, "Foundation building period?"

"That's right, you killed my four nephews, and today is your time of death!" the old man's face contorted. Pointing at Fang Wenyuan, the demon bees around him suddenly surrounded the spirit tattoo. Fang Wenyuan was allowed to escape, just because of his negligence, at this time he took the mind of playing, and the chance of Fang Wenyuan wanting to escape was less than one percent.

Fang Wenyuan looked at the demon bees that were overwhelming, and said lightly: "I searched for the soul of a monk before, isn't it true that a monk in the foundation building period can't enter the secret realm of inheritance, and how did you get in?"

"Why do you know so much about those who are about to die!"

The demon bees around fluttered their wings and had already surrounded them, Fang Wenyuan frowned.

didn't get the desired result, he was not surprised, and suddenly slapped his five fingers on the ground, and shouted: "Poison ivy, raw!"