"Senior...Senior, have you mastered the Great Wilderness Sutra?" Yun Zhongzi's face was full of disbelief.
"is it hard?"
Yun Zhongzi was choked. It was very difficult to tell him.
Yun Zhongzi felt the urge to kneel down when the Ten Thousand Spirits Pagoda sensed each other. Even the Dahuang Sect, which had not yet been destroyed, no one could cultivate the Ten Thousand Spirits Pagoda to such a level as to be like the essence.
No, it is real.
But the spiritual power is obviously just illusory, and the Ten Thousand Spirits Tower condensed with spiritual power cannot be substantial at all?
Yun Zhongzi felt as if his outlook on life was completely destroyed and his brain was exploding.
Even if Fang Xuan knew what Yun Zhongzi was thinking, he would still laugh.
Spiritual power is indeed intangible and without quality, but now he has already cultivated Gang Qi, which is tangible and qualitative, and he has refined it into Gang Qi.
Therefore, it is correct to say that the Ten Thousand Spirits Tower really exists.
"Okay, let's get out!"
Yun Zhongzi said respectfully: "Yes."
In the alchemy furnace, the Blood Yuan Dan has been successfully refined, and Fang Xuan jumped directly into the Five Prison King Cauldron.
Looking at it suspended in it, the whole body is as red as jade, and the eighty-one stripes on it are like living creatures. It exudes a strong fragrance. Just one sniff makes people feel relaxed. The blood boils.
Fang Xuan also looked at the Blood Essence Pill expectantly. This was an Earth-level elixir refined with all the vitality of two saint-level masters, supplemented by countless spiritual materials. If it were not limited by his own cultivation, Even higher grade.
Without any hesitation, Fang Xuan opened his mouth and swallowed, and the next moment the strong vitality exploded in his body.
Fang Xuan immediately activated his magic power to wrap it up and start refining it.
The magic power was entangled with the Blood Essence Pill. Gradually, the medicinal properties of this elixir began to seep into Fang Xuan's Gang Qi, and streams of essence actually made Fang Xuan's Xuan Jin Gang Qi thin.
Fang Xuan hurriedly mobilized all his energy and struggled to catch it.
Boom!
The surging mana suddenly poured into Fang Xuan's mind.
The power of twenty thousand fierce horses.
The power of twenty-five thousand fierce horses.
The power of thirty thousand fierce horses.
The power of forty thousand fierce horses.
Boom!
Thousands of horses galloping, overwhelming mountains and seas.
His magical power is vast and his magic power is boundless.
Fang Xuan felt the mana rolling in his mind, surging like a tide. The powerful mana even rushed out of his mind and shot straight into the sky.
Powerful mana pulsed along the blood vessels of his body. Every inch of his skin, every internal organ, and even his hair were filled with mana, and their roots were crystal clear, like magic crystal jade.
Fang Xuan breathed randomly, and his whole body crackled with thunder. It was not the explosion of muscles and bones, but a sound similar to the shattering of space. It was a sonic boom caused by the high-speed operation of mana in the body.
Fang Xuan looked down at his palm and felt that he didn't need to use any magic weapon. Just one punch was more powerful than any flying sword, and the killing was much more powerful.
"Ordinary cultivators can only have the power of ten thousand galloping horses if they have reached the fifth level of the Mystic Realm of Supernatural Powers. Those who have reached the Yuangang Realm of Supernatural Powers can only have the power of three thousand fierce horses, and the highest is only the power of five thousand fierce horses. , and I am only at the third level of Yuangang Realm, but I have the power of 40,000 fierce horses, and I can still fight even in the Heavenly Human Realm." Fang Xuan said excitedly.
"And the magic power in the mind has been fully charged, and the Gang Qi is fully realized. The next step is to understand Yin and Yang. As long as the Gang Qi is fully spiritualized and the changes of Yin and Yang are understood, one can reach the fourth level of Yin and Yang realm of supernatural power. This step is to be vivid and comprehend in silence. Mysteries, pure elixirs, accumulation of vitality are no longer useful, what is needed is concentration, understanding, chance experience and other things that can be understood but cannot be expressed."
Fang Xuan shook his head. It is not that simple to understand the changes of yin and yang. Ordinary monks are stuck in this stage and cannot break through even for decades.
"It's time to go see my cheap apprentice. I don't know if the World Tree fragments have been planted."
With a thought in his mind, the "Sky Flying Shuttle" flew out from the palm of his hand and flew into the wind. It carried Fang Xuan and turned into an afterimage and disappeared in an instant.
…
The war between humans and demons broke out. The demons from the underground had been preparing for hundreds of years. They instantly occupied the Weiyi subcontinent and used puppet worms to create demonized puppets. Millions of demonized puppets attacked the Blackson human corridor.
When Fang Xuan was flying, he saw the human race at his feet who were escaping towards Dongfang Taixia in various means of transportation.
At this time, the Blackson human corridor has turned into a battlefield between humans and demons, becoming a real meat grinder.
Fang Xuan picked up a piece of trampled propaganda paper from the ground. There was a huge title at the top of the propaganda paper, and underneath it was a familiar photo. It was his cheap apprentice Zhang Tie.
"Zhang Tie, the Eagle of Sernes, surrendered to the Holy Clan and advised all human coalition soldiers to give up resistance"
Fang Xuan grinned, his eight teeth shining whitely in the sunlight.
"Dare you hit my apprentice? I haven't hit him yet!"
…
Zhang Tie didn't know how long he had been unconscious, nor what time it was outside.
A bone-chilling cold feeling made Zhang Tie, who was in a coma, shudder and open his eyes again. His body was already wet, and there was an ice water bucket next to him. Every time he was unconscious, there would be a bucket of water poured over his head, forcing him to wake up. , I don’t know how many times this scene has been repeated, a hundred times or a thousand times?
Zhang Tie's whole body was fixed on an iron frame, and his hands and feet were locked with iron locks so that he could not move. He was weak, and his clothes were stripped off, leaving him wearing only a pair of trousers.
There was a stove half a man tall next to it. The coals in the stove glowed red, illuminating the surrounding space red. The stone walls were covered with various torture instruments with hideous faces.
There was a dull pain in his heart, and a strange energy hovered over it, preventing the circulation of his fighting spirit.
But there is not a piece of good meat on the body, the scorch marks of the soldering iron, the whip marks, the piercing of the steel needle...
All ten fingers were broken. As for the nails, they had gone to nowhere, leaving only the bloody fingers.
Leg bones, hand bones, and ribs were broken at countless joints.
The whole body was like a broken doll, and one could vaguely smell the rotten smell, which was the smell of rotting wounds. If it weren't for the fact that one could barely see the rising and falling chest, everyone would just think that there was a corpse in front of them.
"Ahem."
Zhang Tie struggled to spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm stuck in his throat, feeling the injuries on his body with a wry smile on his face.
"Heller, can I enter the Black Iron Castle in this situation?" Zhang Tie asked in a mysterious place through spiritual communication.
"No, that pair of locks and chains are like clothes on your body to the Lord of the castle. In this case, once you enter the Black Iron Castle, in an instant, the pulling force on the locks and chains will I'll break your neck," said a voice deep in my heart.
Gan!
Zhang Tie cursed secretly, feeling the injuries on his body. If he hadn't practiced "Songhe Wanshou Fist" to the state of internal strength, with his organs as strong as iron, his breath as strong as a dragon's, and his ability to survive greatly increased, he would have probably died under this torture.
Thinking of this, Zhang Tie couldn't help but miss his master anymore, and murmured in a low voice: "Master, it would be great if you were here."
