The fire spirit in the desert is full of energy, but relatively violent, but after being filtered by the Pangu tree, it has become much docile, which is most suitable for Qi Xiuyuan's cultivation.
Fu Shixi opened up three acres of spiritual land and planted the main foundation-building medicine.
Although it takes a long time for the main foundation-building medicine to mature.
However, if she can find the elixir to extract vitality, she can accelerate the ripening. In this way, more people in the clan will be able to build foundations. With greater strength, the resources found will also increase.
over the next two months.
In addition to refining the spirit-accumulating pill for the old man every day, Fu Shiyi also had a lot of fun.
He also began to practice "Qingyuan Sword Art".
After ten years down the mountain, she has already thoroughly studied the first three levels of the technique. Now what she wants to do is to split the consciousness. The genealogy records that there were people who mutilated themselves because they could not bear the pain of splitting the consciousness, which is enough to show the degree of pain involved. .
Fu Shiyi told Qi Xiuyuan, who lived downstairs, that they would be in seclusion for a while, and then returned to her room. In order not to be disturbed, she specifically activated the isolation formation, lit the Ningshen incense, and removed the incense on her chest. After spitting out the turbid air from his mouth, he began to run the "Qingyuan Sword Art" technique in his body.
After the exercise has been running for a week.
A large golden character suddenly appeared in the air little by little. As the exercise continued to operate, more and more golden characters appeared. After half a month, the whole room was golden, and unknown large characters were in the room. Well-proportioned.
At this moment, Fu Shiyi's face flashed with determination.
The mantra in his mouth changed.
The large golden characters that were originally motionless suddenly started to rotate, like a whirlwind, gathering into one, condensing continuously, and finally formed a flying sword no bigger than an adult's thumb. The flying sword whizzed directly towards the center of Fu Shiyi's eyebrows. .
"Um!"
Instantly, Fu Shiyi snorted fiercely, sweat dripping down his face, and his whole body trembled, but there were no scars outside his body.
Obviously the golden flying sword just now was used to split her consciousness!
Fu Shiyi trembled, grabbed the Yunling Pill that had been placed aside, and poured it into her mouth. Under the power of the Yunling Pill, her body slowly stopped shaking, but her face was still pale, and she was still sweating profusely. Big drops are falling down!
After a bottle of Yunling Pill is consumed.
Fu Shiyi picked up another bottle and drank it again.
As time goes by.
Three months later, all eight bottles of Yunling Pill originally placed on the ground were digested by Fu Shiyi. The pain on Fu Shiyi's face gradually faded away, and his complexion returned to normal.
I saw her mouth silently reciting a spell.
The imprisoned eyes suddenly opened, and he waved his sword finger forward, and instantly a sword light about ten feet long roared out. Wherever the sword light swept, the wooden stools and bamboo chairs instantly turned into nothingness, and the sword light was so powerful. Without any reduction, it struck directly on top of the second-level protective formation she had arranged.
"Boom!" There was an explosion!
The entire protective formation shook violently, and it took a while before it stabilized again.
Fu Shiyi smiled with satisfaction:
"This Qingyuan Sword Mango is really powerful. In terms of power, the blow just now was probably equivalent to a blow from a Foundation Establishment monk. I spent so much energy on researching it."
She is only at the eighth level of Qi training now.
But combined with Xiao Qing's soul attack and the Qingyuan sword light, it was determined that an undefended foundation-building monk could be killed.
This can be considered one of her trump cards.
She had been in seclusion for nearly four months this time, and she didn't even come out to eat the New Year's Eve dinner.
The New Year is over.
This is the eleventh year since she came down the mountain.
.........
Under the small wooden building.
More than half a year has passed since the main foundation-building medicine in the three-acre spiritual field has sprouted and grown to about two inches high. In the spiritual field, an old man took Qi Xiuyuan to check the growth of the spiritual medicine.
When Qi Xiuyuan stood up, he looked at the small wooden building and said a little worriedly: "Great-grandfather, why don't you think my aunt has come out yet? She has been in seclusion for more than half a year. Nothing will happen to her, right?"
His great-grandfather was naturally Fu Shiyi’s grandfather.
He woke up on the fourth day after Fu Shiyi retreated.
The old man clasped his hands behind his back and smiled fondly at Qi Xiuyuan: "Silly boy, monks retreat for at least a year and a half, or at most for decades. You will know when you enter the Qi training period after a year."
This inn is full of fire energy.
Qi Xiuyuan practiced the "Emperor Burning Technique" again, and with the qualification of dual spiritual roots, under the guidance of the old man, the speed of cultivation has been rapid. Now he is also at the eighth level of innateness. It is obvious that he will be able to draw Qi into his body very soon and become a A true monk.
After checking the elixir, the old man gave a few more instructions to Qi Xiuyuan, then disappeared in a flash.
Qi Xiuyuan looked out of the tree with envy:
"It would be great if I had such a level of cultivation. At least I wouldn't be trapped in this tree house all day."
After the old man regained consciousness, he often went to the desert to explore.
His skills are low and he is embarrassed to speak even if he wants to go. If he is not careful, he will become a drag.
Qi Xiuyuan sighed. After returning to his room, he took out his grandmother's relic. He took a small knife and made a cut on his index finger. Blood dripped on the rag. Above, the originally plain rags flashed with a deep red light when the blood came.
Then all the blood that fell on it was absorbed.
Qi Xiuyuan Ragbu still had no reaction, and couldn't help but muttered:
"It's been sucking my blood for several years, but there's still no change at all."
He thought about it.
With a strong swing of the knife in his hand, a larger wound leaked out, and blood spurted under the rag.
A trace of determination flashed across Qi Xiuyuan's face.
It was obviously a huge decision.
He picked up the rag with his left hand and covered it directly on his bleeding wound. The moment the rag came into contact with the wound, Qi Xiuyuan's expression changed.
The blood in his body seemed to be guided.
Rushing towards Rag like crazy.
In just a moment, Qi Xiuyuan felt that the blood in his body had been sucked clean. After the rag absorbed enough blood, it automatically suspended in the air. Rows of dense runes appeared on the rag. Before Qi Xiuyuan could see it clearly, It suddenly turned into a stream of light and entered his body from his wound.
Qi Xiuyuan groaned in pain.
Then he fainted and fell to the ground.
So at the same time.
The old man who was exploring outside suddenly changed his expression. He suddenly looked at the sky and saw that the three suns in the sky suddenly disappeared, and the entire desert fell into darkness.
"Oops!"
The old man's heart was pounding, he raised his flying sword and hurried back.
........
Inside the Pangu Tree House.
When Fu Shiyi retreated and opened the door, he frowned. The fire spirit energy in the air was disappearing at an extremely fast speed, and streams of cold air seemed to be pouring out from the void.
The entire treehouse.
Suddenly it became eerie.
And on the fluttering red flag, only the four big characters appeared little by little.
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