After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect.

Chapter 167 166. The Red Dust Refines the Mind, Both the New and Old Crimson Palaces Enter the Body (8.1K words - Large chapter, please subscribe)
The Wuxiang ancient clan, a place with abundant mysterious energy.

Three carefully selected Xuan Cultivation geniuses came here, all of them were at the ninth level of Xuan Cultivation. They were all excited about being chosen, although they didn't know what it was, but it couldn't be a bad thing.

Not far away, a rainbow light fell, revealing the figure of a white-haired old man.

The old man stroked his beard and looked at the three people, saying kindly: "I am Tang Xiaoping, in the middle stage of Purple Mansion."

The three geniuses bowed down hastily.

Tang Xiaoping said: "From today on, I will teach you two spells. If you can succeed, you may be able to reach an unprecedented level. The first one is called "Xuanshan Jiudi" and the second one is "Chen Gen Lianshan Fa". The practice of these two methods is for the third spell. Do you have confidence?"

The three geniuses' eyes flickered with anticipation and excitement.

They are not only geniuses, but also geniuses with family backgrounds. They have been nurtured by their family heritage since childhood, and practicing the ninth level of Xuan is as easy as drinking water and breathing for them. Even many spells can be learned far beyond their peers. Now they can rarely encounter something difficult, and it is "able to reach an unprecedented level", so they are naturally looking forward to it and excited.

One of the geniuses smiled and said, "Senior Tang, we are just worried that there will be no difficulty."

Another genius said proudly: "Not bad."

Another genius smiled self-satisfiedly, without saying much, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, as if he was already thinking about what types of spells "Xuanshan Jiudie" and "Chengen Lianshan Fa" were.

Here, no matter whether they are optimistic, arrogant, or calm, none of the three are impetuous at all.

They are not only geniuses in cultivation, but also have good personalities, otherwise they would not have been able to pass the numerous selections and come here.

Tang Xiaoping nodded with satisfaction, then stood up, stretched out his hands, and said, "Let's take a good look at this "Nine Folds of Xuanshan"."

The mysterious energy rolled up with his arms, layer upon layer, gradually becoming as deep as a mountain.

green hills.

Green water.

The good times and beautiful scenery are worth it because of the good wine and the people who drink with you.

Huo Boxing raised his glass and laughed, "Good wine, really good wine! This good wine goes well with Boss Li's crystal amber pork skin jelly, it is really fragrant and delicious!"

Since he and Boss Li got to know each other through a fight in the autumn of the previous year, they had slowly become friends. The two of them often drank, watched plays, and went outings together. When they were sober, they would sit in front of the flowers, and when they were drunk, they would sleep under the flowers. They had become brothers who could talk about anything.

Song Yan smiled, raised his glass, clinked it with the chivalrous swordsman in front of him, and then they looked towards the stage not far away.

The stage is located at the foot of a green hill, with the breeze from the grassland blowing gently in the distance, which makes one feel really relaxed on this spring day.

"Boss Li."

"Boss Li."

People who walked in one by one greeted Song Yan.

Boss Li is generous and helps the poor and needy, and he has a good reputation in Hanyan Town and even in the surrounding areas.

If you have no money, no place to stay, or are hungry, as long as you go to him, Boss Li will always help you. Of course, if you go there to cheat, Boss Li is not blind, and the shank meat from the pigs he slaughters is not for show.
The wonderful singing on the stage in the distance, however, is just the joys and sorrows of the mortal world, the succession of one person after another in the power field, and the heroic deeds on the battlefield.
Suddenly, everyone clapped and shouted, "Good! Good singing!"

The reward money fell far away with a clatter.

Huo Boxing looked up and said with a grin, "I've watched this play several times. The first part was boring and miserable, but the good part was that the couple finally got together. How do you say it? Lovers eventually get married! Hahaha!"

Song Yan raised his eyes and glanced.

He found that his mood began to change.

If it were in the past, he would definitely long to find a sweetheart and live a carefree life, but now he has understood that perhaps such a thing would only happen in an illusion where the devil deliberately seduces, and it does not exist in reality.

He drank a glass by himself.

Huo Boxing said, "Old Li, it's time for you to find a wife. You're alone, isn't your bed cold?"

He rolled his eyes and said, "Mr. Huang has a niece. When she was young, she was very picky about this and that. Now, although she is in her twenties, she is quite feminine. Can I introduce her to you?"

Song Yan waved his hand.

Huo Boxing said, "Don't worry, Lao Li, that woman is really good. Although she is in her twenties, she doesn't fool around outside and is in good health."

He spoke more and more quietly, and then he said, "That day when you gave money to the Jie brothers, the lady looked at you from afar and said that although you are a little older, she likes men like you who are bold and heroic."

Song Yan put down his wine glass and remained silent.

Huo Boxing fell silent.

Song Yan said: "I had a wife, but she is gone. Now, I can hardly even remember what she looked like."

Many people flashed through his mind, starting with Lu Ding Qiu Lianyue, to Queen Fu, to Cao Yuzhuang, to Xiao Jiu, An Li, Su Yao, Madam Ling, and Pei Xuehan.
Not only these people, but also some faces that occasionally flash by when experiencing other people's obsessions in the sea of ​​suffering.

Those faces seemed very familiar to him, very unforgettable, yet he didn't recognize any of them.

But these people are fading away.

Song Yan said: "I don't want to marry again."

Huo Boxing said: "Old Li, I know you are a sentimental person, but you have to look forward."

Value feelings?
He was just practicing.

Song Yan smiled faintly, raised his glass and said, "Come on! No more talking!"

Huo Boxing sighed and said helplessly: "Okay, okay, if you don't want to talk about it, then don't talk about it. Drink, drink!"

As a glass of strong liquor went down his throat, Song Yan felt a wonderful feeling in his heart.

He gave the Jie brothers travel money out of kindness, but he didn't expect that this kindness would attract the favor of Mr. Huang's niece.

He believes that the young lady is good, so... can this be considered as good deeds being rewarded?
He smiled and shook his head.

He didn't care about the favor of a young lady, but he had planted willows unintentionally and they grew into a shade. A thought is like a seed, and if there is a reward, it is like being watered, which finally made him feel a little happy.

In the blink of an eye, another two years passed.

On this day, the autumn rain fell gently and coldly.

The streets are filled with people hurrying by, and umbrellas are moving like boats. After they have drifted away, only rainwater is left flowing on the bluestone tiles.

Suddenly, the rain was trampled by the boots again.

A figure holding an umbrella broke through the rain and knocked on the door of Hanyan Butcher Shop.

Huo Boxing shouted: "Lao Li! Lao Li!"

Soon, there was a creaking sound and the door opened.

Song Yan stood in front of the door with a light on. When he saw an acquaintance, he turned slightly and said with a smile, "Old Huo, why are you still looking for me for a drink so late today?"

Huo Boxing was silent for a moment, then bowed his head and said, "No."

Song Yan asked: "What is that?"

Huo Boxing seemed not to hear what he asked, but immersed in his own rhythm, muttering: "It's so late, it's not good to drink. Lao Li, you don't want to marry a wife, you have to take care of yourself, you can't drink at night!

As for me.
I came to say goodbye to you."

Song Yan understood and turned to get the silver, but he was grabbed by Huo Boxing before he took two steps.

"Who do you think I am?!"

"I am alone and have no money to spend. Who should I give it to if not my brothers?"

"Hey, I just came to say goodbye.

I... I'm afraid I may not be able to come back once I leave.

The descendants of King Xixiang appeared, and with the support of generals and underworld forces, they returned to power.

But a few years ago, King Xixiang's brother, King Xiao Bawang, said that King Xixiang's descendants died suddenly and there was no heir, so he took over.

Mr. Huang is Xiao Bawang's man. Now that the original heir has come back to life, he even says that Xiao Bawang is the murderer.

King Xiao naturally refused to acknowledge him. Not only did he refuse to acknowledge him, he also accused the heir of being a conspiracy by someone with ulterior motives.

The two sides started fighting. I am Mr. Huang's man, so I have to take action.

I don’t know who is real and who is fake, who is right and who is wrong, and I have no way of knowing.

But Master Huang provides for me and supports me. At times like this, it is time for me, Huo Boxing, to repay him with my life on the line. I am Master Huang's knife, and I will cut wherever he wants.

The knife doesn’t need to have a mind of its own.”

"But you have a friend like me, right?"

"Not bad!"

The swordsman laughed heartily, then gave Song Yan a bear hug, turned around, waved his hand casually and said "I'm leaving", then hummed: "Don't ask me about life and death, just have a pot of wine when the flowers are in bloom! Hahahaha"

As he was singing, he heard shouting from behind.

"Lao Huo!"

The swordsman stopped, turned around and looked at Boss Li in the butcher shop.

Song Yan stepped forward, took out a bottle of wine from his sleeve and handed it over.

The bottle was a porcelain bottle, the kind that held elixirs, but inside was not elixirs, but wine. The wine was soaked with moonlight grass as the main ingredient, and Song Yan also added some small black flowers and black grass. This kind of wine was considered a wine with a little flavor for him, but for ordinary people it was a panacea that could remove all poisons, restore physical strength, and make bones white.

Song Yan stuffed the wine into Huo Boxing's hand and said, "Trust me, drink it before the battle."

Huo Boxing took the wine, nodded solemnly, and said, "Take care, Lao Li!"

"Take care of yourself!"

Autumn goes and winter arrives.

Light snow
In the Cangshan Mountains, corpses are everywhere, covered with pale white, and the strange-screaming scavenger birds are already wandering in the gray sky and black branches.
Suddenly, a hand pushed away the corpse on top of the pile of corpses and slowly crawled out.

Huo Boxing's face was covered in blood and his hair was disheveled. He looked around with fear in his eyes and muttered, "Monsters, monsters are all monsters! How can we possibly defeat a crazy monster like that?"

He recalled the previous battle with the subordinates sent by the descendants of King Xixiang, and his face was still horrified.

There was fire flowing in those people's bodies. They had boundless strength, were as fast as the wind, and were extremely brave, as if they were assisted by gods.

He fought with one of them. That person was obviously not as good as him in martial arts, but he relied on his strength and speed to defeat him.

Suddenly, he thought of the descendants of King Sixiang.

The descendants are a pair of siblings. The elder sister calls herself "Princess Chiyan". It is rumored that she has power lent by the gods, which can help her subordinates improve their understanding and strength.

Coupled with the beautiful face and ruthless methods of "Princess Chiyan", she won over a group of people in the martial arts world and won the hearts of the generals who were already loyal to King Xixiang.

"Red Flame. Firelight"

"It's actually true!"

Huo Boxing was scared.

He was not afraid of the swords and sabers in the world, but he was afraid of the mysterious power.

He began to fear death.

But, who is not afraid of death?

He has died once and has repaid his debt of gratitude.

But how did he survive? How did he burst out with new strength and crawl out from the pile of dead bodies?
Huo Boxing thought about it for a while and suddenly understood.

"Lao Li, this is Lao Li's wine."

"Old Li is actually an alien."

He burst into tears, but looking at the road ahead, he didn't dare to go back.

He had already repaid Mr. Huang's kindness, and he didn't want to lick blood on the edge of a knife again.

The brotherhood of the underworld is too heavy and too ruthless, he doesn't want to touch it anymore, he just wants to find a wife and live a good life.

After standing still for a few breaths, Huo Boxing suddenly turned around, gritted his teeth, and ran deeper into the forest.

Soon, he came to a fork in the road. When he was considering which way to go, a huge rock suddenly rolled down from the top of the narrow road on the left, blocking the way ahead.

Further ahead, there was another rumbling sound, evidently there was a rockfall.

Huo Boxing had no choice but to go to the mountain road on the right.

He didn't know that a divine consciousness was following him far away, helping him to find the way, until he avoided the hidden enemies left in the mountains to wipe them out, and set foot on a road leading to a "small mountain village like a paradise on earth".

After a long time, Song Yan withdrew his consciousness, stood in the snow, and felt emotional.

Huo Boxing met him and became friends with him out of kindness, and now he escaped death because of him and changed his original fate.

Every sip and every bite, good and evil will be rewarded. Although it is not constant, it still exists.

Song Yan only felt that the waves of good thoughts were growing stronger and stronger, and the seeds of good thoughts he got from An Li had now taken root and sprouted.

Time flies, and half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

During the past six months, Hanyan Town has experienced ups and downs.

The once powerful Mr. Huang has run away.

At nightfall, every household closed their doors tightly.

The slaughter of weapons and the fighting in the martial arts world can be felt even if one is not in the center of the "meat grinder".

Sometimes, when I woke up and opened the door, I would see a dead body lying on the ground not far away.

The better corpses were still intact, while the worse ones were either headless, or had their heads shriveled up, or had their bodies cruelly dismembered. There were many different types, but just one look at them would give you nightmares.

This frightened the townspeople, but no one dared to run around because they had heard that the same thing happened in the surrounding towns.

The struggle between Princess Chiyan and King Xiao has entered a white-hot stage, and almost everywhere is their battlefield.

The situation in Hanyan Town is relatively good.

Song Yan runs a butcher shop business every day, focusing on leather making, helping people who have nowhere to go, giving hungry people a full meal, and giving refugees some money to settle down.

The reputation of "Mr. Li, the timely rain of Hanyan Town" had spread to the surrounding areas, and it more or less became a talisman, preventing him from encountering any human disaster even in the midst of war.

In the late autumn of that year, dead leaves fell from the sky.

The knights were beating drums and gongs, shouting at the top of their lungs: "The war is over! The traitor Xiao Yizhi has been executed!!" "The war is over! The traitor Xiao Yizhi has been executed!!"

Xiao Yizhi is Xiao Ba Wang.

If he dies, the next in line will be Princess Chiyan and her brother.

Every household immediately opened their doors, looked at the knight, and listened to the sound of gongs and drums and shouts.

The officials of the previous government picked up small firecrackers, which exploded "cracklingly" at the entrance of the town.

A festive and peaceful atmosphere suddenly spread, giving people a feeling that the suffering was over.

However, everyone was terrified in their hearts, because no one knew what kind of person the "Princess Chiyan" was?

King Xixiang was the king in name only.

But in this land, when people heard about King Xixiang, they would only think of a little boy or a young boy. But when they heard about Princess Chiyan, they would shudder, and what would appear in their minds was a huge black demon shadow, because Princess Chiyan was associated with too many myths.

She has been deified or demonized, making people feel both awe and fear.

Some say she made a deal with the devil, some say she had the help of immortals, and some say she inherited some kind of horrible magic.
Song Yan felt the festive atmosphere, looked up at the withered old tree, and continued to do business while standing in front of the house.

Suddenly, the noisy sounds in the distance quieted down, as if some powerful force forced everyone to shut their mouths.

This power is called power.

Song Yan raised his head and saw the source of power.

The girl rode a tall horse, wearing a scarlet cloak and a ferocious ghost mask. Wherever she went, people knelt down. Behind her horse were the newly appointed officials of Hanyan Town.

The official was extremely respectful. His back, which had been straight just now, was now hunched low. Although it was a cold autumn day, he was sweating profusely, as if the ghost-faced girl in front of him was really an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

The girl rode up to the butcher's shop.

Song Yan followed the local customs and was about to pay his respects.

The girl turned over and knelt before him first, saying, "Godfather."

Song Yan looked at her in surprise, pointed at her and said, "You you."

The girl took off the ghost mask, revealing her beautiful face behind it. Her eyes, like thawing ice, looked at the butcher in front of her gently and said, "Tienniu is back."

Then she stood up and raised her hand, and someone behind her immediately handed her a box.

She handed the box to Song Yan respectfully and said, "This is a large house opposite the palace of King Xiang in the west of Qingyang City. It has maids and servants guarding it. It has everything you need. Please leave with me, godfather. Tieniu will take care of you in your old age."

At this moment, someone in the crowd seemed to recognize him and made a low, trembling sound.

"Princess Chi Chi Yan."

"She is Princess Chiyan!"

The official shouted, “How outrageous!”

The girl glanced at them sideways and everyone fell silent again.

The girl looked at Song Yan again and said respectfully: "Adoptive father, my real name is Xiao Mingrong. Back then, my life or death was uncertain, and my future was unpredictable. I really don't want to implicate you, so..."

Before she finished her words, Song Yan interrupted her and pushed the box containing the title deed back.

Even though the value of the deed was already far more than a hundred times the ten ounces of gold, he still pushed it back and just smiled and said, "When you have time, just come and see me more often, godfather."

Two people looking at each other
Xiao Mingrong suddenly raised her hand and said, "Pass the order down and dispatch 3,000 soldiers to be stationed in Hanyan Town."

After that, she looked at the official who had just taken office and said sternly: "If my adoptive father loses even a hair, I will kill all your clans! If everything goes smoothly, it will be considered a great achievement for you!"

The official was so frightened that he knelt down.

Princess Chiyan is too powerful.

Xiao Mingrong looked at Song Yan and said, "Foster father, Rong'er still has some things to deal with. I will come to see you when I am more stable."

Song Yan smiled and nodded.

He didn't care about the reputation of Princess Chiyan, but the feeling of repaying kindness and good deeds being rewarded made him feel comfortable and helped him to take his good intentions a step further.

Autumn passed, winter came.
Another year of snowfall.

Just as Song Yancai was about to close the door, it was pushed open and a man in black rushed in, removing his hood to reveal the face of a girl.

The girl looked at him happily and called out, "Godfather, Tieniu is here to see you."

When Song Yan saw her dress, he knew that this little girl was also a person of temperament. She didn't want to get lost in strength and power, so she wanted to come to him to find some "anchor of humanity."

quickly
Tieniu boiled the water skillfully, while Song Yan cut the meat into shreds and started cooking the noodles after stir-frying.

This is exactly how the two of them got along all those years ago.

Soon, the noodles were served.

The two of them ate noodles.

Tieniu washed the dishes and the water boiled.

She poured water into the wooden basin, squatted down, took off Song Yan's shoes, rolled up his pants, and then began to wash his feet.

While washing, she whispered, “My foster father is different from others.

After I became the Princess of Chiyan, everyone respected and feared me, except my adoptive father, who still treated me with the original intention.

Everyone else is thinking about what they can get from me, but my godfather wants nothing.

I'm tired, so I want to spend a few days with my godfather.

"Godfather, you don't hate me, right?"

Song Yan shook his head.

Tieniu raised her hands from the hot water and said, "These hands that washed my godfather's feet are actually stained with blood and human lives. Among them, there are innocent people and people who died in vain. But I can't tell them apart, and I can't hold back. I can only kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!!!"

The more she spoke, the more fierce and darker her voice became, and her eyes were filled with ferocity.

Until a big hand gently touched her head and rubbed it.

Tieniu temporarily freed herself from the murderous intent and looked up at the man's face.

Song Yan said gently: "So, what are you doing now? Aren't you fulfilling your filial piety? Aren't you trying to make this land peaceful? Aren't these good? People have evil thoughts and good thoughts. They have both good and evil. This is what it means to be a human being. Why bother about this?"

Tieniu was stunned for a moment, with a thoughtful look in her eyes, and said, "What godfather said is right."

Song Yan suddenly asked, "Your fire is useless to you, right?"

Tieniu said, "I got the fire from a strange person who called himself the Holy Fire Cult. The fire came from afar, and those who worship fire can be reborn. Naturally, I worshipped fire as well, so I got the fire."

The air suddenly became quiet.

Song Yan said: "Don't bow, although my godfather is just a butcher, he also knows that there is no such thing as a free lunch. This kind of power that comes without any effort must have problems."

Tieniu nodded.

The father and daughter spent a few days together, and then Tieniu said goodbye to Song Yan.

Here she is Tienu, and once she leaves, she is Princess Chiyan.

Not long after she left, a figure appeared in Hanyan Meat Shop.

The figure was so fat that it was hard to describe. The snowflakes around him fell on him like falling on red iron and turned into steam. But as soon as the figure retracted slightly, everything was back to normal.

Song Yan turned around and looked at Princess Xi.

Princess Xi looked at him deeply, then handed him two storage bags and said in a deep voice, "Master, one contains the nine bloods of the dragon and elephant, which are all blood essence. The other contains a large amount of black jade for your cultivation."

Song Yan said: "You don't ask anything?"

Princess Xi said, "Ancestor Ning Xin specifically instructed me to do so."

Song Yan asked curiously: "Ancestor Ning Xin?"

Princess Xi said, "Ancestor Ning Xin is different from other ancestors. She has a special connection with Yin Yang Mysterious Dragon. She can recognize people and things, know good and bad luck, and predict the future. Ancestor Ning Xin specifically told us not to ask too many questions about anything."

Song Yan took the two storage bags and said, "I understand."

Until this moment, the Wuxiang Ancient Clan had been giving him support, allowing him to avoid the risk of risking his own resources and completely escape the "demonic monk's search" so that he could practice in peace. This was like timely help. This made him want to further bind himself to the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

The ancient clans are all in the same boat. He has the blood of the Wuxiang ancient clan and is involved in the great cause and effect of this clan, so it might as well be closer.

The word "Daoist companion" popped into his mind.

One of the main purposes of the family reunion fifty years later is to arrange Taoist companions for the younger generation.

Originally, he refused because he felt that "Daoist partners" needed to like each other.

But now, he felt that "Daoist couple" might be "mutually beneficial". If it is "mutually beneficial", how much affection is needed? This kind of marriage is that you use me and I use you, and it can only be solid if the value is reflected in each other. As for desire, is the Wuxiang Ancient Clan afraid of not being able to find a woman?

Since this arrangement could allow him to further strengthen his relationship with the Wuxiang Ancient Clan and make the Wuxiang Ancient Clan completely his shield, why not do it?
On the other hand, he has received so many benefits from others, and he should be grateful for what he has received. He will not just pat his butt and walk away. He will still help when the time comes.

Song Yan weighed the two storage bags and suddenly said, "Aunt Xi, tell the clan leader that the fire of the Snow Country is used for sacrifice. I don't know which demon the target is. It is not used for cultivation. They have been quite rampant recently, and even the place where I live has been infiltrated."

Princess Xi had already seen miracles in this man. Combined with the attitudes of Ning Xin Patriarch and Yin Yang Xuan Long, as well as what this man was doing now, she had some guesses in her heart, but she didn't care about those guesses at all. So, in response to the master's reminder at this time, she nodded seriously and said, "I will tell you."

After Princess Xi left, Song Yan sat cross-legged and took out the "Nine Bloods of Dragon and Elephant" respectively.

After a slight hesitation, he raised his hand and touched the first and most important bottle of essence and blood - Emperor Shiba's elephant essence and blood.

Emperor Shiba Xiang is one of the top monsters among the mountain and sea monsters.

After becoming a member of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, Song Yan also gained a preliminary understanding of this continent.

In short: excluding scattered small countries like Gujin and Da Chu, there are a total of nine ancient tribes and seven alliances.

The "Seven Alliances" refer to the seven "ethnic settlements" of the mountain and sea monster tribe.

The former tiger king, multi-tailed fox, and corpse-eating wolf belonged to an "ethnic settlement". This settlement now belongs to the "Bilan Two-headed Pride Insect Clan", so the Eight Alliances became Seven Alliances.

But not every ethnic settlement consists of three ethnic groups; some even have four or five ethnic groups.

Being able to become the top demon race among so many races shows how powerful Emperor Shiba Xiang is.

In addition to Emperor Shiba Xiang, the other top demon tribes are: Willow Snake, Vilan Two-headed Insect, and the former Tiger King.

These four demon tribes each have their own characteristics.
At this time, Song Yan stared at the essence and blood of "Indra Baxiang", thought for a while, took out the black jade, and began to digest it silently by practicing the "Xuanjian Sutra" in his mind.

After 30 years, the first blood was completely integrated.

In 241, the remaining eight bloods had also merged.

New Nine Palace Blood emerged in Song Yan's body, madly feeding back power and continuing to forge his already extremely hard body, as if it was forging it in a new way.

Fine steel is the result of hundreds of tempering, but Song Yan's is completely tempered hundreds of times.

Wait until the moment when the nine bloods are completely integrated.

Song Yanchang let out a sigh of relief, and suddenly a gust of wind blew into Hanyan Town.

Song Yan glanced at the panel.

【Song Yan】

[Realm: Late Ancient Crimson Palace]

His state of mind did not change, but he felt his body was stronger than ever before.

Song Yan thought about it for a moment, and felt that if he faced the former Zhang Han again, even if he did not use the power of his soul, he could ignore Zhang Han's thoughts and attacks with this body alone. He could just walk up to him, grab him from Xuan Xin, and throw him away at will.

Similarly, if he were to be promoted to Purple Mansion, then the attack power of his Purple Mansion thoughts would become extremely terrifying. He didn't know whether he would be invincible at the same level, but it would definitely be one of the top ones.

Suddenly, he felt his flesh and blood begin to move strangely, as if they were undergoing a process of reorganization.

With a thought, he changed his body, returning its original appearance to the real Song Yan.

Now, the body, blood, and soul have returned to their original state.

He sensed it carefully and found that this method of forging the body through the "Nine Palaces Blood" was actually much easier than purely shaping the body with powerful spells, but it was also much weaker.

The Nine Palaces Blood only requires looking for blood outside, but the comprehension required for powerful spells is extremely terrifying.

Song Yan simply couldn't imagine why the ancient monks could create such a spell that was so difficult to comprehend.

Does this mean that every ancient monk is a super genius with extraordinary comprehension?

For spells that are very difficult for monks today, they were only considered normal at that time?
Can.
How is this possible?
He suddenly thought again: Is it because of this change that someone deliberately created a new "Nine Palaces Blood" method to reduce the difficulty; or is it because someone was worried that the ancient method would become too powerful and deliberately created a new method?

no one knows!

Song Yan stopped having random thoughts. After he finished doing all these, he felt his body. Suddenly, he had an idea and took out the incomplete "Small Heavenly Dao Characters - Yin" array pattern from the storage space.

He has a deep understanding of the Dao of Battle.

An idea that had never been thought of before now came to mind because of the immense strength of his body.

If, say, he carved this incomplete "small heavenly text" on the palm of his hand.

Then what if you use your palm as the formation plate and your five fingers as the formation flags?
just do it
After trying it with wisdom and confirming the possibility.

Song stretched out his left palm, grabbed the array pattern pen and began to carve on his palm.

After many attempts, nine thousand two hundred and thirteen complex array patterns slowly sank into the palm of his hand, and an extremely mysterious feeling arose.

Song Yan stretched out his left hand, clenched it twice, and suddenly injected mysterious energy into it.

This time, the snowflakes did not move, but the entire Hanyan Town and even the extremely thin Xuan Qi in the surrounding areas seemed to be attracted by a powerful gravitational force. It rushed towards him frantically, turned into a vortex, and gathered around him, causing the Xuan Qi where he was to change from "thin Xuan Qi" to "normal Xuan Qi", but elsewhere it changed from "thin Xuan Qi" to "no Xuan Qi at all".

If the body was a little weaker, it would be shattered into pieces with just one breath.

But Song Yan had first undergone the "One Step into the Sky" body-building exercise, and then the "Nine Bloods of Dragon and Elephant" body-building exercise, which was famous for its strong physique. His physique had become unimaginably strong.

If others did the same thing, they would die, but he would not.

Feeling this power, Song Yan couldn't help but grin, revealing two rows of sharp white teeth.

(End of this chapter)