"Okay, don't say any more flattery. Before those idiots realize that they have been deceived, you can help me catch a few people from the Netherworld Sect."
After sending Bing Yue Lan away, Fang Hao can undoubtedly let go and do what he wants to do.
The most important thing right now is, of course, attending the evening dinner.
Although he learned from President Feng Ming's secret conversation with the Soul Clan that Youlan was accepted as her disciple and that his life would not be in danger for the time being, Fang Hao did not take this so-called evening dinner lightly.
mean.
The Nine-Day God Sect has tried its best to unite the Soul Clan and set up such a big scheme. There must be an ulterior secret. And Fang Hao intuitively told him that this secret must be inextricably related to the Nether Clan.
"For such a trivial thing to happen to me, it's so daring for a mere human race to dare to call themselves Netherworld. I have to let them know the horror of the real Netherworld."
Before Fang Hao could open his mouth to do Mo Luo's ideological work, this guy just broke through the void and disappeared as if he had been injected with chicken blood.
After Mara left, Fang Hao did not go far. Instead, he found another cave not far from the barren mountain and began to continue practicing in seclusion.
After a brief battle with President Feng Ming and Luo Wushen, Fang Hao also deeply felt the gap between himself and the truly strong ones.
Putting aside the two great killer weapons, the Domain Fragment and the Sky Map, Fang Hao, who has now restored his Dacheng Divine Body, has reached the peak of the God King.
There is only a thin line between you and the true realm of great gods.
However, this thin line of separation stood in front of Fang Hao like a ravine in the sky.
Let’s not talk about whether overcoming the tribulation again will lead to the action of that mysterious figure. Just by the tribulation he has overcome, he can kill a large number of powerful people in the God King Realm.
Ordinary God King Realm monks can overcome the tribulation in the sky. But Fang Hao's difficulty in overcoming the tribulation is equivalent to fighting against the way of heaven with one person's strength.
The difference between them cannot be calculated.
Therefore, practicing in seclusion is undoubtedly extremely necessary.
In the deep and quiet cave, Fang Hao sat cross-legged, his mind sinking into his body, and he began to explore seriously.
Ever since he overcame the catastrophe and entered the realm of the God King, his Dacheng Divine Body has recovered. Even the True Life Dragon Qi and Treasure Armor have recovered, but the spiritual power in Fang Hao's body has not been seen at all.
If he can resurrect those spiritual powers and integrate them into his true essence, then he will have enough confidence to survive the tribulation again.
To overcome the catastrophe, the only thing he can rely on is himself, and Fang Hao's current body is like an unopened treasure, waiting for him to dig out.
There is no time in the cave, time flies by.
It has been seven days since Fang Hao entered the cave for the first time.
During these seven days, Fang Hao was like a clay statue, without even blinking his face.
His mind was completely immersed in the body's treasure house, looking for the missing spiritual power.
"Both the True Life Dragon Qi and the Dacheng Divine Body have recovered, but why can't I find the spiritual power accumulated in my body before? Could it be that they were consumed when I traveled through time?"
After seven days of seclusion, Fang Hao, who had learned nothing, slowly opened his eyes.
During these seven days, he left everything behind and completely immersed himself in his own body. He even divided his consciousness into millions and searched for it in the meridians and even acupuncture points of the body.
However, not even a trace of spiritual power was seen.
"This is just my guess. If I want to prove all this, I just need to start practicing again."
In order to confirm his conjecture, Fang Hao once again closed his eyes and entered the state of practice, but this time he no longer paid attention to his body, but activated the immortal power and began to condense his spiritual power.
Different exercises naturally produce different powers.
The reason why he cultivated his true essence was entirely based on the Chaos Immortal Art engraved on the sky map.
If you want to cultivate your spiritual power again, running the Immortal Heavenly Skill is naturally the best choice.
"Rumble..."
As soon as Fang Hao started to use the immortal power, an endless stream of spiritual power surged out of his Dantian like a landslide and a tsunami. In just a few breaths, he reached Fang Hao's previous state.
However, before Fang Hao had time to be happy, a huge suction force suddenly surged out of the sky map that had been silent in his body.
In an instant, the spiritual power that Fang Hao had just cultivated was directly swallowed up by Tiantu, not even a bit was left. With the injection of spiritual power, the Chaos Immortal Art emerged again.
"The Chaos Immortal Art I discovered on the Sky Map before was most likely formed after the Sky Map swallowed up spiritual power. If spiritual power is continuously poured into the Sky Map, other changes may occur!
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Upon thinking of this, Fang Hao did not hesitate at all, and once again used the Immortal Heavenly Skill to gather spiritual power. As the spiritual power in his body reached saturation, Tiantu once again swallowed the spiritual power.
But what Fang Hao imagined was different. Apart from being slightly more dazzling than before, the sky map in the Qi Sea did not show any changes.
However, Fang Hao was not discouraged. Since this Tiantu was able to burst out with a sword that could kill the Immortal Saint when Fang Hao was in danger last time, it means that the secrets it contains are much more than that.
The reason why there is no change in the sky map after devouring spiritual power is probably because the amount of spiritual power is not enough.
Thinking of this, Fang Hao began to use the immortal power again and began to gather spiritual power.
Practice again and again, absorb and devour again and again, Fang Hao, who has fallen into deep practice, has almost developed an instinct, and is running the Immortal Heavenly Art every moment.
In the end, he no longer needed to deliberately operate the Immortal Heavenly Art, and his spiritual power was constantly gathering.
"Buzz!"
At the end, quantitative changes turned into qualitative changes. The sky map that had remained unchanged finally underwent astonishing changes after absorbing spiritual power nearly a hundred times.
In the air sea, the sky map, which originally looked like a map, began to spin crazily after absorbing enough spiritual power.
In Fang Hao's perception, every time the map rotates, there will be an almost void sword energy in his sea of energy.
After the sky map's rotation speed reached its extreme, the sword energy in Fang Hao's sea of qi suddenly condensed into one place and turned into a substantial long sword, suspended above the sky map.
When everything returned to calm, Fang Hao, who was practicing, opened his eyes, stood up slowly, and swung his fingers in the air like a sword.
"boom!"
A cold sword light visible to the naked eye shot out from Fang Hao's finger, leaving a terrifying sword mark several feet deep directly on the wall of the cave.
"A random wisp of sword energy can be so powerful. If the sword of my Qi Hai explodes with all its strength, even if it is against a supreme powerhouse like Luo Wushen who is half-step to the immortal saint, it will only take one sword to kill him."
Looking at the sword mark on the wall, Fang Hao said with burning eyes. (To be continued)