Chapter 404 Wanyun Young Master (18) The confusion of refining the body

Fan Yan (Mo Ye)'s words, the choking insect soul little black man lost his voice.

A voice reached Fan Yan's ears. "Yes, we wouldn't have been able to find you without your sense."

A gust of hot wind with an unpleasant smell blew on Fan Yan's face, and then the powerful divine sense pressure enveloped him, and Fan Yan was dizzy for a while, almost unable to support his body and turn his back on his breath. It's not because the pressure of the divine consciousness is too strong, but because of the oncoming breath.

Fan Yan stopped suddenly. Looking in one direction, a group of saints appeared in front of Fan Yan. With Fan Yan's divine sense, these saints, Fan Yan had already sensed them, but Fan Yan had no way to run, and it was impossible to run past these people. I can only bump into this group of people with my head.

Shhh The saint who let go of his consciousness took a breath. He didn't expect that a little saint with a sixth-layer agility would be oppressed by such a powerful divine sense. was indifferent, and like a person who had nothing to do, he looked at himself coldly.

In astonishment, the saint said indifferently: "Come on, take down this holy murderer."

A gray-yellow, body three or four feet long, four legs, a kind of webbed sucker on the foot board, triangular head, wagging tail, the shape of the "four-legged snake" monster illusion. With wide eyes, he stepped to a place less than a foot away from Fan Yan, stretched his neck, and opened his mouth like lightning to attack Fan Yanfa, as if he wanted to swallow Fan Yan into his stomach. The movements were fast and accurate, and he bit Fan Yan with lightning speed.

Fan Yan was in a hurry and steadied himself, and sent the white tender arm into the monster's mouth. Just listen to the click, the sound of broken bones. A sinister smile froze.

All I heard was the monster, a squeak, and an exclamation. It turned into a wisp of gas, and the fly ash disappeared.

Then, all the Sages exclaimed in unison, "Alchemist." The faces of the exclamations were all pale. Instantly turned gray. I couldn't believe my eyes, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and a plate of cold water poured down from head to toe. You look at me, I look at you. The most reluctantly focused on an old man.

The old man, with a dark face, a pair of brown eyes sunken in the sockets, but very bright, a short white beard, gray hair draped over his shoulders haphazardly. The trunk is as thin as a fallen twig.

The old man saw that everyone's eyes were focused on him. Touching a handful of whitebeards, he took a step forward. This step was like a pitiful little piece of paper, blown up by a storm. Fluttering down. The time when there is a pause in the air makes people feel suffocated.

"Uh-huh". The old man cleared his throat. An old, majestic voice was heard. "Friend of the Holy Body, may I ask where the root is located, where is the teacher, and what is the door of body refining?" As he spoke, his mouth pursed vigorously. I kept shaking my head every time I asked a question, as if every question was amazing.

The three questions asked by the old man are called the three questions of body refining.

What are the three questions of body refining? It is a method of registration number among body refiners. The realm of the refiner is low, the cultivation is shallow, and the prestige in the holy realm is so high. There's a reason for that, too.

Alchemist. Generally from the three cities, the nine families, and the twenty-seven gates.

Therefore, the person who refines the body has the saying of entering the three cities, worshipping the nine families, and entering the twenty-seven gates. That is to say, one city management and three families. Three families set up nine gates. Think about how many Sanctuary Cities there are, no one has calculated. There are so many cities, and the body practitioner only enters three cities, which means that the saint priest must become a body practitioner. It is necessary to go to the three cities of Loucheng, Zhencheng and Langcheng to enter the source.

Then the three cities divided the alchemists into nine families, which is called entering the roots, and then from the nine families to the twenty-seven gates. This is called the beginning, and the twenty-seven doors teach different alchemy techniques. This is called entering the body. Therefore, the refiner moves the whole body with one hair. The saints never dared to be careless about this. If you can't cause an attack, what kind of small sect is this one, almost all the major cities in the Holy City will have tens of thousands of people refining the body to trouble you. Chasing and killing everywhere, no matter how high the realm is, it can't stop the harassment day and night.

"What do you mean". Fan Yan was blindsided when he heard it. I didn't understand. He blinked twice and grinned. "The old saint is from Shencheng, Fan's family, Wanyun ......."

Before Fan Yan's words were finished, the old man screamed. "Beat him up, he's not a refiner."

The source of the practice is in the three cities of Lou, Zhen and Lang, and the roots are in the nine families of Ming, Zuo, Chi, Cong, Bian, Hua, Shen, Jiang and Fan. If you can't understand the first two roots, you don't have to listen to the back door. So the old man barked like a dog stepping on its tail.

Whoosh, dozens of spells flew out at the same time, none of these spells used the strongest technique, the purpose was to knock the opponent down. The realm of these saints is higher than Fan Yan, and they can reach out and capture Fan Yan. But the divine sense of this saint in front of him is too powerful, and he is a body refiner with no roots, who dares to capture it at close range.

The body refining is the cow, and the saint and the body are cultivated. Spiritual energy is used for holy cultivation, but not for physical cultivation. It is useless for the body refiner to seal the Danhai, once the cultivator is in front, the body refiner can break the body of the saint shield with one skill, which is similar to shooting cucumbers.

Fan Yan scolded angrily. "Dead bugs, don't do it yet".

If these spells were all in the spirit period, Fan Yan might not be afraid, but now it is different, half of the dozens of spells are in the Solid Root Realm. With one skill, Fan Yan's body can be beaten.

"Hmph, if you want to swallow me, you still beg me, you have to use me at a critical time." The insect soul black light was dissatisfied. There is no way to have to make a move at this time, it doesn't matter if the holy body is exploded, you can find it again, this Fan Yan's divine sense is bursting, then it will be difficult to do. I have to go up in smoke too.

A black lightning bolt was like a thunderbolt, crackling for a while, and dozens of spells like skin bags encountering sharp thorns, popping, popping, and after exploding, they flew away without a trace.

There were only a few spells, and the penetrating black mangs hit Fan Yan's body, and there was a bang. The green leaf clothes in front of Fan Yan turned into green gas, Fan Yanru broke the kite and encountered the wind and rain, and there was no shadow in a blink of an eye. He didn't even shout an "ah".

"Oh, it's so fast." A saint shouted.

"Smack". A slap slaps on the head of the screaming priest. A voice screamed. "Escape your head, it's flying, don't look for it quickly."

Dozens of saints released their divine senses at the same time, locking in a radius of several miles. Look for it in the direction that Fan Yan flew away.

In the dense forest in front of him, the canopy of lush trees one after another, swaying a little sparkling light, the blue leaves on the top of the giant treetops, connected into a piece, a hundred miles of canopy, faint white clouds, and the blue sky were cut into pieces. Lush and boundless.

A ray of sunlight shines in the tree space, and the snow-white flowers, pink flowers, and the leaves that shine with green light, exude bursts of rich floral fragrance. Like a hammer of light falling from the sky, smashing the refreshing petals.

All the saints, first playfully found, ten zhang, thirty zhang, one hundred zhang.

Soon, the sages were sweating in their heads, their hair was smoky, their eyes were straight, their faces were blue, their hands were a little trembling, and their feet were like stepping on cotton. One by one, his hair was a little numb, and his face tightened. A strong cold wind swept through the trees, and the rustling sound of the trees was like a soul-shaking drum, and it kept pounding.

"There are ghosts, arrays". The old man exclaimed loudly. I can't help but be surprised, a little saint priest with a smart sixth layer, I don't know what evil magic Lu Dao used, a black mang followed dozens of spell attacks, and only a few spells hit the little saint.

I saw that the body of the little saint changed from big to small, and flew towards the dense forest, it seemed that it only flew out a few dozen feet, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, which was too amazing.

After the old man gave the order, dozens of sages formed a triple circle formation and surrounded the old man in the center. The old man stared at the brown eyes that were a little surprised, and the bright light shot out in the deep sunken eye sockets, and looked around the dense forest in a circle, sweeping and brushing the beard on the side of his cheeks, and said in a sharp voice. "It's impossible, it's impossible, it's still going to be dust."

A solid saint priest not far from him said: "Ji Xunfa, or report to the city lord, this kid is so weird, he must be the holy murderer who killed Zhao Shusheng."

Ji Xunfa said "um". He took a crystal letter, slapped his head, and threw it into the air.

Cheng Chuan, with dozens of Peixing Realm saints, has been standing in the airspace outside the east gate of the city. Although it was close to dusk, the sun was obviously rolling faster, and a gust of mountain wind whistled loudly, and a cool wind blew from the forest sea and trees, and the hot air fled with the rolling of the sun, towards the city.

The whirring wind blew dozens of people's clothes flying, one by one, like the god of war in the Black Tower, standing in the wind. The forest roared like a tidal wave, and the thatch and dead branches could be heard swaying and trembling, rubbing against each other, and constantly spitting and moaning.

Every Sage was unusually solemn in the wind. As if facing a great enemy, the tiger's eyes are wide open, and the battle will is decisive. There is always a momentum to rush to the vast forest sea.

Suddenly, Cheng Chuan raised his hand and grabbed a crystal letter, and his tightly locked brows immediately relaxed, and when he pressed the crystal letter to his forehead, he locked it again.

"Xiao Lan Mountain, how can it be Xiao Lan Mountain again". When Cheng Chuan read the contents of Jingxin. There was a chuckle in my heart, and my brain buzzed with a bang.

Xiao Lanshan, three words have always been Cheng Chuan's most taboo three words, a year ago, the bloody rain and fog, like a nightmare, always entangled Cheng Chuan's heart, often talk about "Lan" color change. Therefore, the people around Cheng Chuan never said the word "Lan", and they didn't say the same sound. Having said that, it is easy to scare the city lord, and a scolding is indispensable.

Cheng Chuan helped his head, rubbed his brain, gritted his teeth, and waved his hand. "Let's go, go to Xiaolanshan". After speaking, he flew towards Xiaolanshan.

"Ah, let's go, Xiao Lanshan". Many of the city lord's cronies let out an exclamation, and their faces changed. Busy followed.

After sucking a few people, dozens of people from Cheng Chuan flew over Xiaolan Mountain. As a lesson from the past, Cheng Chuan did not dare to fall into Xiaolan Mountain. Stopped over Xiaolan Mountain and looked at it in confusion for a while. Only then did he shout: "Season patrol law".

A flash of inspiration. The Season Patrol appeared in front of everyone. Salute Cheng Chuan. "Ji Yuan has seen the city lord, the city lord, this is the crystal just now, please take a look." As he spoke, Ji Yuan handed over a crystal bubble to Cheng Chuan.

Cheng Chuan took the crystal bubble lightly, looked at it intently, watched, watched, Cheng Chuan's heart didn't know what to do for it, jumping faster and faster, jumping faster and faster, like a drum beat with a faster and faster rhythm, sometimes loud, sometimes with different rhythms. His face turned crimson, like the sunset in the sky, and in the golden light, there was a horizontal and vertical glow. (To be continued......)