Chapter 111: Refining Divine Sense

Fang Wenyuan's divine consciousness was several times greater than that of his peers, almost catching up with the divine consciousness of the early stage of Jindan. Because at the beginning, the soul of a Jindan period monk was fused, and there were also the souls of several foundation building period monks.

It's just that with such a profound divine sense, it is difficult for him to use it freely, which Fang Wenyuan is very annoyed about. It's like getting a magic weapon, but you can't hold it, the helplessness of guarding the Golden Three Silver Mountains but having nowhere to spend.

However, although it is not possible to mobilize all of them, most of the activities are still possible. Looking at the Guarding Jin Ming, Fang Wenyuan pointed at his eyebrows, his mind moved, and his divine consciousness rushed out from the spiritual platform.

A milky white point of light emerged from the center of the eyebrows, and slowly flew towards the Guardian Jin Ming. The Guardian Jin Ming became like calm well water, while Fang Wenyuan's divine consciousness was a drop of water, blending into it, causing a ripple, and then disappearing.

It seems that without the shackles of the physical body, the divine consciousness can enter it smoothly, and the Guardian Jin Ming will no longer obstruct it.

There was no one else in the Caixia Secret Realm, so Fang Wenyuan didn't care about it, and his mind was all immersed in that cloud of divine consciousness. Entering the Guardian Realm Jin Ming, he immediately manipulated his divine consciousness to transform into his own appearance.

After the transformation of the divine sense, the scene inside the Guardian Golden Inscription was in full view, which also shocked Fang Wenyuan, the appearance here was not what he saw when he was in the outside world. All around was blood-red, and a huge Crouching Dragon coiled in it.

Sensing Fang Wenyuan's arrival, the blood-colored dragon suddenly raised its head, the front half of its body was raised impressively, the dragon scales on its body stood up, its bloody mouth opened, and its fierce eyes came straight towards Fang Wenyuan.

With a bang, the blood-colored dragon suddenly smashed Fang Wenyuan to pieces.

If the physical body could come in, Fang Wenyuan would naturally not be afraid, but at this moment, he was a divine consciousness body, very fragile, and it would be even more difficult to resist the attack of the dragon!

As soon as the white light appeared, some faint clouds and mist slowly converged, condensing into Fang Wenyuan's appearance again, but at this moment, he was a little weaker, and his divine body was a little unstable.

The blood-colored dragon's beard and hair were all stretched and attacked again, Fang Wenyuan had already taken precautions, how could he let it get his wish, his brows froze, and he suddenly moved, and disappeared in place. When he reappeared, he was already standing aside, his eyes flickering, looking at the blood-colored dragon, as if thinking about something.

Outside of the Guarding Golden Inscription, Fang Wenyuan's physical complexion was a little unusually ruddy, his brows furrowed, he suddenly opened his eyes, lowered his head and muttered: "Red Blood Dragon, is it like a colorful cloud? The outermost is red, followed by red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple? Then, close to the Dragon Source and the core of the secret realm is purple!"

The body of the Divine Consciousness was shattered by the blood-colored dragon, and after regrouping, it dispersed somewhat. And it was implicated in Zhihai, causing a concussive headache, but it could barely endure it.

There were only so many divine senses that were separated, and Fang Wenyuan didn't know if he could hold on, because he was afraid that after a while, he would be scattered by the blood dragon. As soon as he thought of this, Fang Wenyuan pointed to his eyebrows again, and then separated a group of divine consciousness, and entered the golden inscription of the Guardian Realm, which merged with the divine consciousness that had been separated before.

At this point, the body of divine consciousness in the Golden Inscription of the Guardian has been replenished.

For the blood-colored dragon, Fang Wenyuan's heart was full of helplessness. All of his spells rely on physical spiritual power to be activated, and there are no magical spells that are purely activated by divine sense, so in the face of the attack of the blood-colored dragon, he can only passively dodge.

This kind of result was not what Fang Wenyuan wanted, and he couldn't bear it if it was consumed like this. And this kind of passivity is not his style. He wanted the core of the secret realm, and Long Yuan was something that his best friend Wei Changgui was very eager to get, and from Wei Changgui's words, he could understand that Long Yuan seemed to have an extraordinary meaning to him.

The body of divine consciousness was shattered by the blood-colored dragon again, affecting this Fang Wenyuan's sea of consciousness and shaking his divine soul, so that Fang Wenyuan spat out a mouthful of blood, and his expression became sluggish. However, Fang Wenyuan would not give up on this.

Yi Ran was not afraid, this time Fang Wenyuan was not dodging, but rushed towards the blood-colored dragon, boom, and after the two collided, the body of divine consciousness shattered again. The scattered divine consciousness condensed again, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in Fang Wenyuan's eyes, and he actually rushed towards the blood-colored dragon again.

The body of divine consciousness shattered again and again, and reunited again and again, and Fang Wenyuan was constantly injured. After a few moments, the spirit weakened to the extreme.

When he saw hopelessness, Fang Wenyuan was ready to give up, if he continued like this, he was afraid that he would hurt his soul, and then the gains would outweigh the losses, if he lost his life, then no matter how good the natural material and earth treasure was, it would be empty talk.

At this moment, the immortal soul in the sea of consciousness opened its eyes, glowing with a familiar golden light, enveloping Fang Wenyuan's divine soul, avoiding the pain of being implicated by the collapse of the divine sense.

Fang Wenyuan's heart was flooded with monstrous waves, and his divine consciousness was an extension of his divine soul and the sublimation of his five senses. It can be said that it is one with the divine soul, and the immortal soul can actually protect the divine soul when the divine consciousness is damaged, and prevent the divine soul from being injured.

This is unheard of and unheard of in the cultivation realm. But Fang Wenyuan is not the kind of person who makes a fuss, he has experienced too much over the years, and his mind has long been indestructible, so he calmed down a little and calmed down.

Without any worries, outside the Guarding Boundary Jin Ming, Fang Wenyuan's physical body suddenly woke up, his hands quickly pinched the trick, and the sea of consciousness was flooded with a violent wave, and all the divine consciousness was poured into the spiritual platform, pouring out. All poured into the Guardian Jinming.

The body of the divine consciousness has been weakened to the extreme, and has turned into a translucent phantom, and at this time, it is replenished by its own divine consciousness, and its breath has skyrocketed. And it's far more than that, with the continuous entry of divine consciousness, within the golden inscription of the Guardian Realm, twenty-five clones of the body of divine consciousness were once again formed, and once they appeared, they all greeted the dragon.

Bang~~!!

This time, Fang Wenyuan's divine consciousness body collapsed more than a dozen, but he stubbornly resisted the impact of the blood-colored dragon. The force was so strong that the blood dragon flew backwards.

Taking advantage of this gap, Fang Wenyuan, who was more than a dozen Divine Consciousness bodies, all converged, and the scattered Divine Consciousness clones also all came in and fused into a giant. Directly caught up with the blood dragon that flew out upside down, grabbed its neck, pressed its body under its knees, and suddenly exerted force, directly choking the dragon's head.

After a terrible scream, the blood dragon dissipated into nothingness.

At the same time, the surrounding illusion changed again, turning orange, two huge orange eyes were revealed in the sky, and a loud dragon roar spread throughout the four fields.

The orange cloud shook with a bang, and the dragon's head poked out. Fang Wenyuan watched quietly, his body trembled, and there were faint signs of instability, and he once again dispersed into more than a dozen divine consciousness clones.

One of the divine clones looked at the orange dragon head and said: "It's just beginning to take shape, and you dare to be so arrogant with a small achievement! Don't say that you are not a dragon, even if you are a real dragon, Lao Tzu will fight hard, and I will accept you today!"

The orange dragon's eyes were full of wildness, and he seemed to be provoked by Fang Wenyuan, and let out a long roar angrily. The dragon body that was surging in the clouds for more than a hundred zhang poked out of it, and Fang Wenyuan's divine sense clone did not have the slightest fear, they all flew up, and they were in a battle with a fist!

Three hours later, the orange dragon screamed and disappeared. And Fang Wenyuan's Divine Consciousness Clone also lost three bodies! This kind of loss is irreparable, it has completely dissipated, and it will not converge again.

However, this kind of fight is not without any gains, although the divine consciousness is seriously damaged, but the rest of the divine consciousness has been tempered in the fight. It's more solid, and there's no longer that uncontrollable feeling.

In fact, the divine consciousness poured out, and with Fang Wenyuan's current cultivation, it was equivalent to a grasshopper shaking a tree, and it was impossible to control it freely. However, he knew that there were immortal souls in the sea, and the immortal souls had no spiritual intelligence, and he had been blended with him in the life-sustaining formation for thousands of years, and the entanglements were inseparable, so Fang Wenyuan was naturally able to borrow some of the power of the immortal souls.

In this way, he can barely control, without the powerlessness of a child moving mountains.

All the way through, without the pain of divine soul involvement, without the threat of life, Fang Wenyuan continued to approach the core of the secret realm and the dragon source at the cost of losing his divine sense.

In the Hidden Dragon Peak of the Feibo Sect, Yue Li Zhenren was jumping up and down in his cave mansion, and spirit stones kept flying out of the storage bag, and between he waved his hand, he placed one strange pattern after another on the ground.

With his cultivation in the Jindan period, he was actually so tired that he was sweating profusely, and after a while, Yue Lizhen muttered: "I'm tired to death, the old man of Xuande is too picky, if he can lend the boundary breaking bead to the old man, he doesn't have to spend so much effort to set up this boundary breaking array." And it cost the old man so many spirit stones, so many rare array spirit objects!"

"Also, those little rabbit cubs in the sect are not kind one by one, they usually nod to me, and let them set up a formation to open the secret realm of Caixia, but none of them refuse, saying that the great elder has an order! The old man doesn't believe it, without you, the old man really can't get in? Hmph! Nothing can stop me from Saiyue Li!"

After half a ring, Yue Li Zhenren lay in the center of the formation, felt the gourd on his waist, and then took a sip. Suddenly shouted: "Open!"

The aura rose to the sky, and Yue Lizhen's figure disappeared without a trace. The spirit stone spirit objects that were placed in place suddenly lost some of their luster, and it seemed that as long as they were activated again, they would come to naught.

In a corner of the Caixia Secret Realm, inscriptions suddenly appeared one after another on the yellow sand, slowly extending, and finally outlining a completed octagonal array, overflowing with inspiration, and the figure of Yue Li Zhenren walked out of it.

With him as the center, a circle of imperceptible ripples quickly extended outward, covering the entire Caixia Secret Realm in an instant. Fang Wenyuan's appearance appeared in his consciousness, Yue Li Zhenren raised his head, poured the wine of the wine gourd into his mouth, let out a happy roar, and muttered: "This kid is really not dead, haha, it's not in vain that the old man is busy."

With a flick of his sleeves, the whole figure disappeared again.

When he appeared, he had already come to Fang Wenyuan's back.

At this time, Fang Wenyuan's mind was all immersed in the golden inscription of guarding the realm, and he didn't know that Yue Li Zhenren was coming.

However, the eight-tailed cat knows. Although it is sometimes unreliable, if Fang Wenyuan really needs it, it will still come forward, except for the time in Thousand Views City.

With a cat meow, the eight-tailed cat raised its front paws and grabbed Yue Lizhen's face