"The realm of cultivation in this world is a bit weird. Tempering the body in the Four Extremes Realm actually requires a considerable amount of heavenly materials and earthly treasures. It seems that fixed cultivation can no longer satisfy me. It's time to explore the depths of the ancient restricted area. "
Jiang Fan has cultivated to the Four Extremes Realm and is no longer able to achieve things by sitting cross-legged and practicing hard like before.
This realm focuses on the physical body.
Otherwise, it would be hard to say that this earth-covering world is mainly about the five secret realms of tempering the human body.
Jiang Fan got up and practiced hard for a year. His body changed a lot.
First of all, the density of the skin is increased, and every muscle line is not too large, and is well-proportioned and strong.
The flesh and blood under the skin is condensed with extremely terrifying power. It only needs to be triggered at will, as if it can shake the mountains.
His body also became more burly, with thick and loose black hair, and piercing eyes.
It is worth mentioning that Jiang Fan's clothes were almost shattered during the practice.
His clothes were already badly damaged, but since this ancient and forbidden land was so inaccessible, he didn't care anymore.
But after breaking through this time, the fragile clothes brought from the previous life completely turned into powder.
So Jiang Fan's current state is equivalent to running naked, which is a bit embarrassing.
"Fortunately, this is a restricted area and there are no people around. Otherwise, I would definitely be considered a pervert. The monks in this fantasy world are all wearing precious clothes. Where can I get the precious clothes?"
Jiang Fan couldn't help but glance at the Saint of Tianxuan standing in the wind not far away.
The white dress she wore was obviously an extremely precious dress.
After six thousand years, it is still as bright and beautiful as new clothes.
Jiang Fan sighed helplessly, and secretly thought that when he went to explore the depths of the restricted area, he would see if there were any dead bodies, and he would just pick them up and deal with them.
"Hey, is Saint Tianxuan looking at things and thinking about her feelings again?"
Jiang Fan saw the saint in white standing not far away for a long time, staring in one direction in trance.
Her white dress was as thin as gauze, with a graceful texture, and it danced in the subtle mountain breeze.
The graceful and plump figure of the beauty is like a fairy in a painting, and every arc is breathtakingly beautiful.
A head of black hair spreads out on the white skirt like ink dye, and the light is discernible.
She is like an ethereal goddess that people in the world can meet but cannot seek. Just look at her from a distance and worship her once and you will be satisfied.
"This desolate slave probably didn't turn into a spirit from a dead corpse. Perhaps his mind was affected by the desolate energy, causing him to be in a state of confusion. Alas, it's sad."
"However, the most urgent task now is to make Tianxuan slave obey and follow me, Jiang Fan, to explore the depths of the restricted area. Otherwise, I, a monk in the Four Extremes Realm, may be a genius outside, but I really can't see enough in the restricted area. …”
Jiang Fan stared at the beautiful woman in white clothes, with distress on his face.
At present, he only knows that Saint Tianxuan will not attack him and will not resist his intimate actions.
But it just can't be taken to other areas. It would be great if this problem could be solved.
"By the way, there is a divine control technique in Tianxuan's ancient method, which can enslave other people's souls for one's own control. If it can be improved, can it control this saint?"
Jiang Fan's eyes lit up and he thought of a feasible method.
He has a heaven-defying understanding, which is a precious asset that must be maximized.
Immediately he sat cross-legged on the ground and began to perfect a strange technique from the ancient magic of Tianxuan Saint.
The art of controlling gods is actually an ancient method of little use.
Jiang Fan once spent his free time exploring almost all the ancient techniques on Saint Tianxuan.
Knowing such a method of controlling gods.
He kept thinking about and perfecting this spell.
Thinking gradually fell into epiphany.
[Ding, you have understood the art of fighting gods, continuously improved it, and created your own magical power: the Dao Heart Seed Demon Scripture! 】
[The Dao Heart Seed Demon Scripture is an extremely vicious supernatural power that can turn one's own thoughts into demon seeds and plant them into other people's Dao hearts, influencing and controlling others from the source. During this period, others are barely aware of it. The person who was cast by the spell silently subverted the three views. 】
Hear the chimes in your head.
Jiang Fan opened his eyes, flashing with joy.
Success?
"The Dao Heart Plants the Demonic Scripture, implants one's own thoughts from the root, and changes the three views of others. This is terrible. It is much more advanced than the blunt control of the mind. I don't know if this magical power can be used against Tianxuan. Is slave effective?"
Although he successfully perfected the art of controlling gods.
But Jiang Fan did not relax just yet.
It should be noted that Tianxuan Nu'er is a Huang Nu after all. Who knows if his outlook on life will be affected?
Still need to conduct some experiments.
Thinking of this, he saw the peerless figure standing in the wind with her back still turned to him.
In her cold eyes, she forcibly straightened the delicate body of Saint Tianxuan.
Then, he began to display the Dao Heart Seed Demon Scripture.
"Slave Tianxuan, you will be my Jiang Fan's slave from now on. You can only submit to me, Jiang Fan, in this life. I, Jiang Fan, will be your master. You will serve me for the rest of your life and you will not betray me..."
Jiang Fan muttered something, and turned his thoughts into a blood-red magic flame, which came out from his forehead and moved towards the forehead of Saint Tianxuan.
The demonic flame was the demonic seed, which silently imprinted itself into the forehead of Saint Tianxuan and disappeared.
After doing all this, Jiang Fan felt nervous and began to scrutinize every move of Saint Tianxuan.
Now that the demon seed has been planted, whether it can succeed depends on this time.
"Slave Tianxuan, I am your master, call me master..."
Jiang Fan looked at the peerless face that confused people's hearts and muttered something.
"Um……"
Suddenly, the beautiful eyes of Saint Tianxuan, who had always maintained an indifferent expression, trembled slightly, and there was a hint of struggle and confusion.
That scattered gaze began to focus, staring at Jiang Fan's handsome face.
The autumn water is moving, and I watched it for a long time.
"Xuannu'er, come to the master's arms!"
Seeing the movement of Saint Tianxuan, Jiang Fan felt his throat rising in his heart.
Success is here.
If he could transform this holy lady in white into a slave, then Jiang Fan would have a strong support.
There is no need to be frightened in the ancient restricted area.
"Owner……"
While Jiang Fan was feeling uneasy, this beautiful figure in white actually opened her lips and made some obscure sounds.
The voice was very weak, as if he had been silent for a long time and was not very good at language.
But the voice was very clear, as clear and cold as the cold moonlight.
In Jiang Fan's excited eyes, Saint Tianxuan hesitated several times, then took the initiative to walk into his arms for the first time, leaning her graceful and slender icy body against Jiang Fan's chest.
The saint's curves are silky and beautiful, like the most magnificent divine statue, which can be measured by his body.
"I succeeded. I actually enslaved a desolate slave. In this way, maybe I, Jiang Fan, can enslave all the desolate slaves in the ancient restricted area and become the master of the desolate slaves?"
"No, strictly speaking, the Wild Lord is someone else."
Jiang Fan suppressed his excitement, hugged the cold and graceful body of the saint in the white dress, and happily fantasized about his dream of ruling the ancient restricted area.
