When Lin Hai calmed down from the joy of improving his cultivation and calculated the time, it had only been four and a half months, and it had even more time than he had spent in practice before.

Compared with this, the joy brought by the improvement of cultivation gradually faded.

Looking up at the stone walls around, the web bags woven by spider webs are like cocoons sticking to the stone walls. If you want to pass by here, you must clear these obstacles.

Lin Hai actually didn't know how powerful the spiders were, but the golden beetles threatened him and the golden beetles were easily solved by the spiders. Perhaps it was out of people's fear of the unknown, or perhaps it was the life-and-death struggle that Lin Hai also had an invincible mentality towards the spiders.

Retracting his gaze and throwing it at the flame, leaving all other thoughts aside. For him, improving his cultivation is the key now.

However, as the Dharma source expands, the spiritual energy absorbed also increases. The remaining spiritual crystal beads seem to be quite large, but in fact they cannot withstand the consumption of time at all.

Ten spirit crystal beads have raised Lin Hai to the first level, twenty spirit crystal beads have raised Lin Hai to the second level, forty spirit crystal beads have raised Lin Hai to the third level, and the current sixth level has consumed more than 200 pieces. If you want to upgrade to the seventh level, wouldn’t it take four hundred pieces?

He has less than 1,800 left now. If he continues to calculate this, he can only increase to the ninth level. But what about the time? The degree of refining the spirit crystal beads is fast, but isn’t there any reason for the high temperature of refining? Is there any difference between the two? It’s still the same degree of one spirit crystal bead a day, and 1,800 pieces are 1,800 days!

Even if he reaches the ninth level of cultivation, can he deal with the spiders on the stone wall? Lin Hai does not have that confidence yet.

The only way is to find a way to attack, maybe fire can solve those spiders...

Liuhuafang, Lingyuan, Gaoshang.

Pingli is like an old monk entering into meditation, with a calm expression.

Qiao Guqian walked and stopped in the house, sat down and stood up, looking out of the house from time to time, absent-minded, muttering in his mouth: "It's been half a year... more than half a year..."

Pingli ignored his ears and did not respond at all.

Lin Hai has been away from Liuhuafang for more than half a year, which made Qiao Guqian very worried. Not to mention his importance to Lin Hai, what is more important is the changes that Lin Hai may bring to him.

After wandering around for a long time, Qiao Guqian sat back on the chair, thinking about how to retrieve Lin Hai, but after sitting down for a while, suddenly, a flash of inspiration and got up and walked out.

After returning to the Deacon Hall, Qiao Guqian suddenly felt that his thoughts were a little impulsive.

As the supervisor of the Deacon Hall and the elder of Liuhuafang, is it really feasible to set up tasks in the Deacon Hall mission hall with such an identity just to recruit a friend?

Such a result will bring him endless troubles and even make people have to think deeper.

I slowly sat back on the chair, rubbed my face with a headache, and my impatient mood had to slow down. Things had to take it slowly and I couldn't mess up my own way first.

After thinking about it over and over again, Qiao Guqian still made the decision to find Lin Hai, but turned the open search into a secret search...

The blazing flames still release the high temperature.

It was resolved again and again into a means of Lin Hai's response to the enemy and hidden in the acupoints.

Staring at the beating of the flames, it inadvertently affects the trend of spiritual energy in the meridians and the movement of the acupoints.

Gradually, the flames formed patterns in Lin Hai's eyes, which was the trajectory of each exercise of the martial arts and a step of the evolution of spiritual energy and the condensation of magic power.

Lin Hai's originally incomplete martial arts were extended at this moment, the originally obscure text seemed to have been annotated, and the martial arts were running a little smoother.

Suddenly, the flames intensified and the temperature suddenly increased.

Lin Hai immediately reorganized the exercises to resolve the invading high temperatures.

Widths of red aerial mist penetrated deep under the skin, coming in full force. Lin Hai tried his best to use his skills, but there was no time to resolve them.

A large amount of red aerosol seeped into the skin, filling the meridians and acupoints, and pouring into the Dharma source. In a blink of an eye, Lin Hai's body was filled with red aerosol.

Lin Hai's magic power was blocked, his spiritual energy was blocked, his body could not move, and his spiritual power could not be activated, so he could only watch and bear it.

At this time, the Dharma source was already in turbulent. After the red mist merged into it, the spiritual energy and mist merged with each other, and instantly produced a volcanic sprinkling posture.

The two types of fog and spiritual energy are constantly fusion, constantly evaporating, and expanding. The Dharma source is hazy, and even Lin Hai, who is the master, cannot see clearly.

The tumbling of the Dharma Source lasted for more than half an hour and gradually returned to calm. A red silk thread escaped from the Dharma Source, passed through the meridians and acupoints, and completely disintegrated the original strange colors, and finally came to the abdominal cavity.

The long silk threads were wrapped around in circles, like a ball of threads. Suddenly, a slowly burning fireball was blowing.

At this time, Lin Hai was also free and quickly cast a spell to investigate.

As I went down, I saw the ball of soybean-sized flame in my abdominal cavity, burning slowly.

After checking the surroundings of the flame, it was not damaged at all, as if the flame was an illusion and a decoration.

Lin Hai followed the meridians, the acupoints to the Fayuan all the way. The meridians were normal without any damage. There was no strange color in the Fayuan and the acupoints, and the spiritual energy was filled with pure and fog.

Retrieving his magic power, Lin Hai wondered what was going on?

Just now, a faint voice came into Lin Hai's ears: Remember it with your heart, and don't forget it... The Brahma Cult Heaven, hear the 24th degree, go back to the ten directions, hold your breath and rub your hands and heat...

The full text has 320 words, which actually includes the seventy-six individuals passed down by Qiao Guqian. Isn’t that saying that this article is complete?

"Concentrate your mind and remember it deeply!" The voice came into Lin Hai's ears again.

Lin Hai also knew the importance of it. At this time, it was not the time to ask the bottom line, and immediately gathered his mind and carefully remembered the 320 words...

Liuhuafang, Deacon Hall.

Jiang Bokang lowered his head and walked into the Deacon Hall and knocked on Qiao Guqian's door.

"Come in!" Qiao Guqin's voice came from inside.

He pushed the door open and closed the door casually, saluted: "Greetings to the elder."

"Yes." Qiao Guqian nodded, but did not speak, but stared at Jiang Bokang and looked coldly.

Feeling Qiao Guqian's gaze, Jiang Bokang's waist lowered and said again: "I wonder what the elders have to order to summon them?"

Qiao Guqian was still speechless and stared at him in a daze.

Jiang Bokang's waist was even lower, cold sweat broke out on his back, and sweat was already oozing from his forehead.

After a long time, sweat dripped from Jiang Bokang's forehead. Qiao Guqian's eyes were full of disdain and said coldly: "Where is Qi Min?"

Qi Min is Jiang Bokang's colleague and is a clerk in the Deacon Hall. He has been missing for three years. At the same time, Qi Min also has some ulterior motives with Jiang Bokang.

Three years ago, the two of them accepted the task and went there together, but the only one who came back was Jiang Bokang, who was seriously injured.

According to Jiang Bokang's own story, they encountered a strong enemy and Qi Min was killed. He himself tried his best to break through and return.

Unfortunately, the facts were not the case, and only he and the dead Qi Min knew the facts. Who would have thought that Qiao Guqian would suddenly ask this question at this time?

Jiang Bokang bowed his head and replied, "Go back to Elder, Qi Min has died, and his corpse has remained."

"Is that true?" Qiao Guqian said indifferently, "Are you sure you said?"

Jiang Bokang didn't understand the posture and replied: "Yes, my subordinates are sure."

Qiao Guqian: "Think clearly, and then answer after thinking clearly... I will give you a chance. If you miss it, you will not have it again."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Bokang could no longer bear the pressure from Qiao Guqian. He knelt on the ground, kowtowed and begged for mercy: "Elder, please spare your life, please forgive me, please forgive me..."

Qiao Guqian looked at Jiang Bokang who was kowtowing on the ground and begging for mercy and said calmly: "Go, hurry to Chiyan Beach within five days and bring Fang Huayuan."

When Jiang Bokang heard this, he felt like the sound of a fairy coming. He kowtowed several times before kneeling out of the Deacon Hall.

He didn't ask what Qiao Guqian wanted to arrange for him to do, nor did he ask. He only knew that he could survive by following everything. If he was a little dissatisfied, he would immediately fall to the ground.
Chapter completed!