Taoist Fang Xian

217 Chapter 64

Feeling the premonition in the dark.

Through this twelfth-grade black lotus, Fang Xin could feel thoughts changing gradually in an instant.

Impressively.

This is exactly what was eroded by this magic weapon, those guests who are refining themselves into heavenly demons.

If it is he who can completely turn these twelve black lotus into reality, and unite his mind and spirit.

Then, he will definitely be able to reach that level, without relying on the Lingtai, and can achieve supernatural powers with a single thought.

By that time.

He must have become what people call an alchemist.

Unfortunately, he also understands.

The Dharma image achieved in this way must have very limited future achievements, after all, the foundation of the twelve lotus flowers is still too poor.

It can only be said to barely prolong life.

Barely survived.

But to really fight with people, or what to say, is to be really suppressed and beaten.

Although he has always agreed with life-saving.

But in reality, it is still impossible for him to make up his mind for such an ordinary choice.

After all, he has a bright future ahead of him.

The future is so far away, it is impossible to limit yourself as soon as you come up.

thought of here.

Fang Xin stepped out, and then he came directly to the quiet room opened by the three-treasure jade gourd.

Walk into this small quiet room.

Look inside.

I only saw that in this small quiet room, there was a gossip alchemy furnace burning with flames.

And beside the gossip stove.

It happened that there was another figure exactly like Fang Xin, who was adding charcoal to the fire.

It looks like alchemy.

Step by step, he approached the alchemy figure.

Wait until you get very close.

Fang Xin, who walked in, turned around and suddenly turned into a three-inch paper man, and then floated into the sleeve of the Taoist who was making alchemy.

Followed by.

In the quiet room, it gradually became completely quiet.

Time passed slowly.

At a certain moment, Fang Xin, who had been sitting here in high spirits, suddenly stood up.

Immediately afterwards, he slapped the mouth of the gossip furnace heavily:
"open!"

Fall with the words.

All I saw was that the Bagua Furnace, which was originally closed, was suddenly opened with a gap.

Followed by.

A round pill that looked like a stone with light blue light flew out of it quickly.

This pill flies extremely fast.

Not only that, but it seems to have a little spirituality.

It was actually flying in an arc direction, and it was about to fly towards the door of the quiet room in the blink of an eye.

saw this scene.

On the contrary, Fang Xin revealed a slight smile:

"Yes, it looks like a great achievement."

"Recently, the technology of alchemy is getting better and better."

After the words fell, his whole body suddenly grabbed the projectile that was flying away in the distance.

brush!
A spiritual light rolled over.

Immediately afterwards, the one had already galloped away, and the pill that was about to fly into the portal was caught and fell into Fang Xin's hands.

He looked towards Na Danwan.

All he saw was the light blue pill, and the moment it fell into his hands, all the aura had disappeared.

The color like bluestone made her look extraordinarily ordinary.

It's like an ordinary thing.

Seeing the changes in the blink of an eye, Fang Xin smiled even more heartily:
"Sure enough, the treasure is self-deprecating."

"Bao Dan is already like this, but I don't know how mysterious Xuan Dan is."

It's a pity that he now has all kinds of resources, which can only be used to refine treasure pills.

Xuandan's pill recipes are not available.

Then it is impossible to use it to refine Xuandan.

But he is also very satisfied, just quietly looking at the pill in his hand:
"Half of the blue spirit grass was taken to refine this pill that has gone through thousands of trials."

"The purple microcosmic sky technique has already achieved something."

"If I'm not mistaken, I'm afraid swallowing this pill will basically make the difference."

As the words fell, he directly put the pill in his hand into his mouth and swallowed it:

"Gudu~"

There was a swallowing sound.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Xin only felt that the Enlightenment Pill suddenly turned into a ray of light and entered his altar.

Looking towards the ancestral orifice.

I can only see that the gourd that grew out of the Tongtian gourd vine grows rapidly.

only.

What grows faster than this little gourd are the leaves.

One, two, three...

After a while, nine gourd leaves had grown on the entire gourd vine.

a time.

There are forty-nine leaves on the Heaven-reaching Gourd Vine.

Look towards that gourd again.

I only saw that the purple-looking gourd, which was transformed by the purple micro-cosmic sky technique, looked very secretive, but it had grown to more than half.

After all, there is still no great success.

Seeing this scene, Fang Xin behaved exceptionally naturally:
"Sure enough, as I expected."

"Next, if you are not afraid of death and take a few more risks, you should be able to achieve great results."

Looking at the 36 leaves, Fang Xin finally revealed a satisfied smile:

"Nine lives again."

"Combined with Shangzi's microcosmic sky technique, maybe it can reverse yin and yang."

Zi microcosmic sky skills are not afraid of great success.

You just need to take advantage of this opportunity to make a few more major events.

Naturally, there is no possibility of failure.

Thinking of this, Fang Xin, who finished his practice, walked out of the three treasures jade gourd again.

Looking up and looking at the direction of Tianlang Mountain in the distance, the whole person smiled faintly:
"I hope that the more experts come, the better."

"The more people come, the more effective it will be..."

Looking out the window.

I saw streams of light one after another, galloping from a distance.

Countless escaping lights flew into the sky.

Those who dare to participate in this matter must be at the level of meditation at the very least.

And they are all daring people.

After all, who wouldn't want the blood essence of gods and demons?
Especially this time.

Most people got accurate information, and even the map has been widely circulated.

This is not an ordinary blood of a demon god, but the blood refined by a real living demon god.

Not to mention ordinary practitioners.

Even some alchemists who have stepped into the Dharma level still feel like they are about to move.

thought of here.

Just look at him walking quickly to the side of the bed used for cultivation.

Put the flat table on the bed.

Immediately afterwards, he quickly took something out from his sleeve.

For a while.

He only saw spiritual materials and spiritual papers one after another, which he took out from his pocket.

Take a closer look.

These spiritual materials are really extraordinary.

Basically, they are spiritual things like vegetation, and you can see the scorching light shining on them just by looking at them.

Seeing these spiritual materials taken out by his family, Fang Xin seemed to be very quick in his actions:
"rise!"

Grabbing a handful of grass and wood, he just rubbed his hands together, and then he rubbed the original spiritual material into a soft paper.

Looks brilliant.

It's no worse than those spiritual papers that are specially sold.

Kung fu in a short while.

As he continued, he took out spiritual materials from his pocket.

The number of spirit papers he found on the table also increased rapidly, and within a short while there were hundreds of them.

Looking at the small stack in front of him, Fang Xin seemed to be very dissatisfied:
"Not enough, still not enough!"

Thinking of this, he waved his hand, and then saw countless three-inch paper figurines falling from his sleeves.

Immediately after the wind will grow:

"Crash..."

After a while, more than a dozen identical Taoists appeared in the room.

Watching the Taoist appear.

Fang Xin no longer worked slowly and meticulously like before, but directly threw out all the spiritual materials stored in the Qiankun bag:

"Whoa..."

He piled up spiritual materials like hills in this room, and then he opened his mouth and said to many Taoists:

"I'm sorry, everyone~"

As his words fell, many Taoists also smiled slightly:
"No trouble, no trouble..."×n
"..."

With so many Taoists helping, the movements of their hands are also faster.

But in the blink of an eye.

On the small table in the house, there is already a tall stack, it seems that there are thousands of them.

And this is just the beginning.

next moment.

All I could see was that Fang Xin threw out a lot of purple bamboos from his Qiankun bag.

This bamboo shone with aura, it looked extraordinarily extraordinary, it seemed to be those precious purple jade bamboos that he had saved long ago.

After throwing out many bamboos, many Taoists also started to drop the leaves very skillfully.

The original whole bamboo is split into pieces and used for weaving.

And just when many Taoists did it.

Fang Xin, who was sitting in the main seat, kept moving his hands.

He took out a small plate first, and then drew a bloodstain on his wrist with two fingers:
"Wow..."

The blood was as bright red as a column.

Under his control, in the blink of an eye, the two-finger-thick small saucer was completely filled.

Take a closer look.

At this moment, although his blood was still bright red, there seemed to be something different hidden in every drop of blood.

It seems that something is evolving.

Seeing this scene, Fang Xin kept moving his hands, and quickly took out some special cinnabar from his Qiankun bag.

Grind cinnabar into powder at will.

Afterwards, Fang Xin mixed the cinnabar in his hand with the blood from his own family.

A little inspiration fell.

The real fire of Samadhi was spit out a little flame from his mouth.

While letting the true fire of samadhi burn with blood and cinnabar, he swirled the brush in his hand and chanted:

"There is righteousness in Zhu Zhong, but the hole is too empty..."

As he continued to chant, the righteousness in the cinnabar and his blood slowly merged.

But in the blink of an eye.

The blood and cinnabar in the small dish merged into one, turning into a small dish, a very special blood ink.

Seeing the blood and ink in it, Fang Xin not only did not breathe a sigh of relief, but became more serious.

He just flipped the palm of his hand and threw the three coins in his hand:

"Ding ding ding..."

As the three coins flipped over and over, one after another hexagram images were thrown out of his hands:
"Do it for God!"

"Kun is the earth!"

"..."

Every time he throws out a hexagram, he will quickly draw the hexagram on the spiritual paper with the cinnabar living blood ink in his hand.

With every money being thrown.

There will be a very special power in the dark, turning the money in his hand over.

Even more peculiar.

While throwing money, his left hand was constantly dancing, as if he was holding something.

One hexagram image for a while, one hexagram image for a while.

But within an hour.

The thousands of spiritual papers that have just been squeezed out are almost exhausted.

One after another, the hexagrams fell to the ground.

On each piece of spiritual paper, there is a bloody light shining on it, which looks radiant.

however.

Fang Xin, who had been busy for a long time, not only did not look happy, but his face was very ugly:
"Could it be that I did something wrong?"

"Could it be that my idea is really wrong?"

While saying that, he casually typed out the hexagram in his hand.

One at a time, one at a time.

Just when cold sweat was breaking out on his anxious forehead, after the money he threw fell to the ground, his eyes lit up:
"Fire sky is great!"

"The last hexagram of hexagram 64 is done!"

After the words fell, he quickly drew the last hexagram on one of the spiritual papers with the last bit of blood ink.

Take a closer look.

I only saw these 64 complete hexagrams, which were arranged squarely by him.

The other repeated hexagrams were also put aside, as if piled up into a hill.

After the 64 hexagrams were arranged by him, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked forward in general.

Look forward.

All I saw was that the bamboo that had been split into strips had been woven into the appearance of a sitting cross-legged Taoist with the help of several Taoists.

Even the nose and face are woven exactly like a human.

Every detail is exactly the same.

It looks extraordinary!
It really is like art.

Seeing that the matter has been completed, Fang Xin showed a slight smile:

"The timing is just right..."

The words fall.

He quickly pasted the paper that had been repeated before on the woven bamboo man.

When all the papers are pasted up, when the 64 most important hexagrams in his hand are all pasted up and down the Taoist.

Only then did he leisurely take out nine different leaves from the Lingtai:

"go with!"

The words fall.

Seeing only the nine leaves, they quickly fell in front of the already woven Taoist.

A flash of light.

Afterwards, the Taoist who had been compiled at a great price quickly came back to life.

Take a closer look.

The Taoist who has just been compiled seems to be more alive than the current Fang Xin.

saw this scene.

Fang Xin smiled slightly at first, and then spread his left palm:
"brush!"

A Ziwei star image shining with starlight appeared in his hand.

Followed by.

While smiling, he casually squeezed out stars one after another from the astrology, and clicked them on the altar of the Taoist in front of him:
"Ziwei has a master star in her life, three assistants come to help, seven kills break the army and greedy wolves, the sky sends murderous intentions and the stars move..."

Every star was bounced into the altar of this Taoist by him, and there was a strange fluctuation in the dark, appearing from his body.

Wait till the stars go down.

Vaguely in front of him was a Taoist, who seemed to have become very extraordinary, as if he had completely replaced Fang Xin in front of him.

Wait until the dust settles.

Fang Xin, who was holding the formula in his hand, turned into a three-inch paper figurine, and floated into the sleeve of this newly formed Taoist in front of him.

A spiritual light bloomed from Fang Xin's eyes:

"brush!"

Immediately afterwards, he touched his body subconsciously first, and then performed a magic formula. The whole person seemed to be very surprised:
"Even the fate I specially fabricated has been inherited."

"This purple microcosmic sky technique seems to have really made me come up with some amazing things."

Looking into the room, Fang Xin thought of Xuan Cheng who was thrown into the ruins by him.

Just look at his wrist flip:
"brush!"

A light flashed.

Afterwards, Xuan Cheng's dark body landed directly in front of him, and he released him from the three-treasure jade gourd.

Fang Xin threw him out of Guixu.

This time Xuan Cheng is no longer what he used to be, he is already used to such scenes.

Then, he slowly stepped up into the air, and then lay on Fang Xin's shoulder:
"Did you feel bored by yourself again, so you thought of me?"

Look at this lazy Xuan Cheng.

Fang Xin smiled slightly, and there seemed to be a starlight shining in his eyes:
"It's really boring alone."

"Without you, this really wouldn't work."

(End of this chapter)