monk family

Chapter 262 Huangquan Inn
The fire in the desert is full of spiritual energy, but rather irritable, but after being filtered by the Pangu tree in this lesson, it has become much more docile, and it is most suitable for Qi Xiuyuan to practice.

Fu Shishi opened up three acres of spiritual land and planted the main medicine for foundation building.

Although it took a long time for the foundation building main medicine to mature.

However, if she can find the elixir to extract vitality, she will be able to ripen it. In this way, more people in the clan will be able to build foundations, and the greater the power, the more resources they will find.

in the next two months.

In addition to refining the Yunling Pill for the old man every day, Fu Shiyi.

I also started to practice "Qingyuan Sword Art".

After going down the mountain for ten years, she has already thoroughly studied the first three levels of the exercises. What she has to do now is to split the consciousness. According to the genealogy records, there were people who killed themselves because they couldn't bear the pain of splitting the consciousness, which is enough to show the degree of pain involved. .

Fu Shiyi and Qi Xiuyuan, who lived downstairs, said that she was going to retreat for a while, and then went back to her room. In order not to be disturbed, she specially activated the isolation formation, lit the incense, and put the After spitting out the turbid air, he began to operate the "Qingyuan Sword Jue" exercise in his body.

After the exercises have been running for a week.

A large golden character suddenly appeared bit by bit in the air. As the exercises continued, more and more large golden characters appeared. After half a month, the entire room was filled with gold, and unknown large characters appeared in the room. Patchwork.

At this time, a trace of determination flashed across Fu Shishi's face.

The mantra in his mouth changed.

The originally motionless golden characters turned suddenly, like a whirlwind, gathered together, continued to condense, and finally formed a flying sword no bigger than an adult's thumb. .

"Ok!"

All of a sudden, Fu Shiyi let out a violent snort, cold sweat dripped down his face, and his whole body trembled, but there were no scars on his body.

Obviously, the golden flying sword just now split her consciousness!
Fu Shiyi was trembling, grabbed the Yunling Pill that was placed aside, and poured it into her mouth. Under the force of the Yunling Pill, her body slowly stopped shaking, but her face was still pale, and the cold sweat was still profuse. Drops drop down!

After a bottle of Yunling Pill was consumed.

Fu Shiyi picked up another bottle and downed it again.

As time goes by.

Three months later, Fu Shiyi digested all the eight bottles of Yunling Pill that had been placed on the ground, and the pain on Fu Shiyi's face gradually faded away, and his complexion returned to normal.

I saw her silently chanting spells.

The confinement eyes suddenly opened, and with a wave of the sword finger forward, a zhang long sword light whizzed out instantly, where the sword light swept, the wooden benches and bamboo chairs instantly disappeared into nothingness, the sword light was powerful and powerful. No reduction, cut directly on the second-level protective formation she arranged.

"Boom!" There was an explosion!
The entire protective formation shook violently, and it took a while to stabilize again.

Fu Shiyi smiled with satisfaction:
"This Qingyuan sword mango is really powerful. In terms of power, the blow just now is probably equivalent to the blow of a foundation-builder cultivator. I have spent so much energy on research."

She is only practicing Qi at the eighth level now.

But combined with Xiaoqing's soul attack and this Qingyuan sword light, it was decided that he could kill an undefended foundation cultivator.

This is also one of her trump cards.

She has 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 year is over.

It's been No. 11 years since she went down the mountain.

Under the small wooden building.

Half a year later, the main medicine for foundation establishment in the three-acre spiritual field had germinated and grown to a height of two inches. In the spiritual field, an old man took Qi Xiuyuan to check the growth of the spiritual medicine.

When Qi Xiuyuan got up, he looked at the small wooden building and said worriedly: "Great-grandfather, why don't you say that my aunt hasn't come out yet? She's been in seclusion for more than half a year. Nothing will happen, right?"

The great-grandfather was naturally Fu Shiyi's grandfather.

He woke up on the fourth day after Fu Shiyi retreated.

The old man put his hands behind his back and gave Qi Xiuyuan a doting smile: "Silly boy, monks have retreated for at least a year or a half, and at most for decades. You will know when you enter the Qi training period in the next year."

This inn is full of fire and spiritual power.

Qi Xiuyuan practiced the "Fendi Jue" again, coupled with the dual spiritual root aptitude, under the guidance of the old man, the speed of cultivation can be described as leaps and bounds, and now he is also at the eighth level of congenital, obviously he will soon be able to attract Qi into the body and become a True monk.

After checking the elixir, the old man instructed Qi Xiuyuan a few more words, and disappeared in a flash.

Qi Xiuyuan looked out of the tree enviously:

"It would be great if I have such a cultivation base, at least I won't be trapped in this tree house all day."

After the old man woke up, he often went to the desert to explore.

His skills are low, and he is too embarrassed to speak up if he wants to. If he is not careful, he will become a drag.

Qi Xiuyuan sighed, and when he returned to his room, he took out the relic of his grandmother, and saw that he took a small knife, cut a cut on his index finger, and blood dripped onto the rag On top of it, the originally ordinary rags flashed a deep red light when the blood fell.

Then the blood that fell on it was sucked clean.

Seeing that the rags were still unresponsive, Qi Xiu couldn't help muttering:

"It's been sucking my blood for several years, why hasn't it changed at all."

He thought about it.

With a vigorous swing of the knife in his hand, a bigger wound leaked out, and blood splashed under the rags.

A trace of determination flashed across Qi Xiuyuan's face.

Obviously a huge decision was made.

He picked up the rag with his left hand and directly covered his bleeding wound. The moment the rag touched the wound, Qi Xiuyuan's expression changed.

I saw the blood in his body seemed to be guided.

Crazy flock to the rags.

In just a moment, Qi Xiuyuan felt that the blood in his body had been sucked clean. After the rag had absorbed enough blood, it was automatically suspended in the air. Lines of dense runes appeared on the rag. It suddenly turned into a stream of light and entered his body from his wound.

Qi Xiuyuan snorted in pain.

He collapsed straight to the ground.

So at the same time.

The expression of the old man who was exploring outside suddenly changed. He suddenly looked up at the sky, only to see that the three suns in the sky suddenly disappeared, and the entire desert was plunged into darkness.

"Oops!"

The old man's heart skipped a beat, he set up his flying sword, and hurried back.

Inside the Pangu tree house.

When Fu Shiyi closed the door and opened the door, his eyebrows were frowned. The fire aura in the air was disappearing at an extremely fast speed, and the cold air seemed to pour out from the void.

The whole tree house.

It suddenly became gloomy.

As for the fluttering red flag, only the four large characters above appeared little by little.

(End of this chapter)