Crack creak creak!

A violent sound came, and Yuan Futu felt as if his whole body was torn apart. He had 18,000 pores bloomed, and he sucked the dark black air and emitted a fishy and unpleasant smell. Drops of black blood penetrated out, dyeing his whole body black.

Fang was really distressed. This Tianxuan**** was close to eighth among the ten elixirs and took hundreds of years to make it. Even if the medicinal materials were consumed, they might not be able to find them all. Unexpectedly, it was too wasteful to help only one mortal cut off hair and cleanse the marrow and awaken the sea of ​​souls.

With the change of body, Yuan Futu found that there were earth-shaking changes inside his body. Close his eyes and saw a strange scene. In the depths of this deeply blinded sea of ​​souls, gray matter like steel and iron was slowly squirming, like a ball. Inside the ball, endless moon-white light burst out from the inside, showing cracks.

Yuan Futu couldn't help but roar. He suddenly felt an extreme pain sweeping across his body from the inside to the outside, as if barbs grew into blood, bone marrow, and muscles.

The pain lasted for a long time, almost exhausting Yuan Futu's mental power, and it was unknown how long it took to gradually dissipate.

Yuan Futu opened his eyes, saw the dirty blood beside him, took a deep breath, feeling extremely clear-headed, and seemed to have endless strength all over his body.

"What a great pill, this feeling is great!"

Yuan Futu was so excited that he couldn't attach himself. He raised his head, but was shocked to find that Fang Huanzhenku was sitting on the wooden chair. He had turned into a shriveled old man with a rotten smell all over his body. He was as angry as a fucking spring, and it was obviously too late.

"Entering the way, Hunyuan, Dharma God, Returning to the Void, Heavenly Bright, Transforming to Heaven, Returning to the God are the seven realms of immortality..."

Entering the path, awaken the sea of ​​primordial spirits, can feel the essence of heaven and earth and evolve the essence of primordial power, but cannot store it with itself as a container.

In the Hunyuan Realm, natal beads condensed in the Yuanshen Sea can guide the heaven and earth's vitality into the spiritual treasure, exert its power, and can fly with swords, and the derived primordial power is more pure and powerful.

In the Dharma God Realm, the Yuanshen brand is formed on the natal bead, causing the Yuan power to undergo qualitative changes and reach the level of true energy.

Return to the virtual realm, the soul's imprint is complete, and the natal bead is further transformed into elemental golden elixir.

In the Tianmang Realm, the golden elixir is powerful enough to drive the true essence to condense the Dharma image.

The realm of Transformation and Dharma realization can get rid of the body and kill people thousands of miles away.

Return to the realm of God, the Dharma is illusioned, the golden elixir is perfect, and you are about to face the supreme heavenly tribulation.

Listening to Fang Huanzhen talking about the mystery of these realms with difficulty, Yuan Futu just tried his best to remember it in his mind, but he didn't understand the meaning at all. That is, he vaguely knew that after swallowing Xuantian****, the Yuanshen Sea was awakened, so he was now at the early stage of his entry.

"I... can't hold on anymore. I have notified the Sword Sect before. Soon after... they will... send someone here. At that time... you hand over this letter to them and they will understand." Fang Huanzhen stretched out his trembling hand and handed a letter to Yuan Futu.

Yuan Futu put away the letter. Although he had only had a few hours of relationship with his master and disciple, he couldn't bear to see Fang Huanzhen die like this, and said, "Don't worry... Master."

Fang Huanzhen slowly raised the corner of his mouth. He had a quirky personality. Although he was strong, he never accepted disciples. Unexpectedly, he accepted a common disciple before his death. At this moment, he felt sincerely happy when he heard the voice of "Master", and then leaned on the back of the chair powerlessly and said, "Li Cangtian... I will accompany you now... fight for another 300 rounds..."

Before the words were finished, the vitality was gone.

Yuan Futu sat on the ground, thinking about what Fang Huanzhen said before, and couldn't help but murmur: "If my stick fell on Master's head, what would happen? Li Cangtian said that he wanted me to be the elder of the Demon. Not only did the secrets of the elixir, but he might also get the true teachings of the sect leader. Thinking about it, Master's thing is not enough to see... No matter what, I'd better bury him first."

Just as they were about to get up, two dazzling white lights outside the window suddenly lit up, cutting through the night sky. The next moment, the wooden door was blown to pieces with a thud. Two young men and women in blue clothes in cloud patterns stood in front of the door, looking at the dead Fang Huanzhen, and immediately knelt on the ground and said in a stern voice: "Old Fang... has he returned to heaven?"

Yuan Futu nodded, "I just died, who are you?"

The man said, "I am Ao Tianbo, an inner disciple of Tianxuan Sword Sect. This is my junior sister Mo Xiaolian."

"It came so quickly. He said he had a letter to you." Yuan Futu handed the suicide note to Ao Tianbo.

Ao Tianbo is considered to be of higher seniority among the inner disciples. After opening the letter, he looked carefully and his face changed drastically. He looked at Yuan Futu in shock and said in a trembling voice: "Fang... has the elder Fang Yuan given you the robe and bowl?"

Yuan Futu made his waist and laughed: "Yes, the master I just worshipped, so I kowtowed three times and gave me a token." As he said that, he shook the elder's token in front of Ao Tianbo's face.

Mo Xiaolian looked at the dirty blood all over the ground and frowned and said, "You have just done hair cutting and marrow cleaning, and the soul sea has also awakened?"

"The master gave me a mysterious pill. It didn't taste much, but the effect was good. I felt that my strength was much greater than before."

When Ao Tianbo heard this, he almost fainted. The preciousness of Tianxuan**** was really unimaginable. Why did Old Master Fang cut off the hair and marrow for this guy? Then he continued to read and understood what was going on. His face became solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Since that's the case, please... please Old Master follow us to return to the Sword Sect."

"Be good." Yuan Futu was full of joy. Although he didn't know how old the veteran was, he seemed to be very useful, and they scared these two inner disciples into quails.

The three words "Imperial Court" are widely circulated in the towns at the foot of the mountain. Everyone yearns for it and thinks that it is a place where immortality can be achieved. Unexpectedly, he knocked on such a rare opportunity with one stick. Yuan Futu couldn't help but feel excited. After taking a few clothes from the wooden house, he set off with the two inner disciples.

Ao Tianbo stood in front of the wooden house, twisting the sword technique in his hand, and a straight stream of light suddenly appeared in front of him. His white boots flickered on him and said, "Come on."

"Is this the legendary sword flying?" Yuan Futu had heard of this method of flying in the air, a day and a day, but he had never seen it before, and he was immediately excited.

"Well, if you can use your own cultivation to reach the Hunyuan realm and condense the 'natural bead' to control the air with the spiritual treasure."

Seeing that Mo Xiaolian on the side also sacrificed the spiritual treasure, Yuan Futu stepped on it carefully. Ao Tianbo then raised his hand, and the sword light in the sole of his feet shook, and he disappeared into the vast sky.

Floating clouds passed by like wind, and the mountains and rivers at the bottom of their feet gradually became clear. The huge city was only as big as a grain of rice at this time, and thousands of miles were fleeting in a blink of an eye. Yuan Futu sat cross-legged at the top of the sword light, enjoying the beautiful scenery with a smile, while Ao Tianbo, who controlled the flying sword, had a black face. If it weren't for the inexplicable elders' call back and forth along the way and had seen the scenery for several hours, he would have arrived long ago.

At this moment, there were no clouds in the sky, and countless peaks could be seen not far away, like sharp swords rising from the ground, penetrated from the clouds and mist, exuding a sharp smell. And deep in the peaks, an ancient city could be vaguely seen.

"Is this the Tianxuan Sword Sect?" Yuan Futu was extremely shocked. His vision was limited to the towns at the foot of Kunlun Mountain. Unexpectedly, this ancient city was more large than the size of ten towns, and the surrounding clouds were floating, as if it was like the Penglai Fairyland.

The Tianxuan Sword Sect is located near Beimang Mountain, surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the north wind does not reach it. It is surrounded by steep peaks that cannot be seen at a glance. In front of it is Crescent Lake and behind it, it is surrounded by Qinglu Cliff, gathering the vitality of heaven and earth within a radius of hundreds of miles. It is impeccable in terms of Feng Shui pattern. Only such a place full of spiritual energy is suitable for the practice of the disciples of the Sword Sect.

At this moment, a stream of light like smoke rose from a distance, whistling from far to near. Yuan Futu opened his eyes wide and saw a woman standing among the colorful smoke, a woman who was as beautiful as a fairy.

He was dressed in white, and although he was wearing a slightly loose Xuanqing Taoist robe, he still outlined the attractive perfect curve in the wind, with concave and concave skin, delicate and tender cheeks, and his every move seemed to be full of charm, mature and graceful, enough to make all male creatures crazy.

Ao Tianbo's originally black face suddenly turned extremely red, nervous and a little shy, and couldn't help but turn his head away, but Mo Xiaolian couldn't raise her head with some jealousy. Only Yuan Futu, with her eyes rolling, and a drop of saliva flowed down her mouth.
Chapter completed!