Chapter 24 Yuan Chen Spiritual Technique

"I see. From your analysis, Senior Sister Mo, this is indeed the case. I wonder what Fang Qingxue wants him to do?" An inner disciple quickly agreed.

"This is likely to involve a fight between the true disciples, and we can't intervene for the time being."

Senior Sister Mo's eyes were cold: "If you want to truly come into contact with the core power struggle within the Yuhua Sect, you still have to become a true disciple. If you don't become a true disciple, everything will be a meaningless fight, and we inner disciples will interfere in the struggle of the true disciples.

It will definitely not end well."

"Senior Sister Mo, then my Spirit Wind Sword was taken away in vain?" The inner disciple's tone revealed a murderous intent.

"I will give you a solution for this matter. A spiritual weapon is no small matter. It cannot be exchanged for a city with a population of 100,000 in the world. Of course it cannot fall into the hands of others. This time we plan to kill the pink prince.

That evildoer has long practiced the flying sword formation, and your Spirit Wind Sword can only be put to use. How could he fall short of his success?"

As Senior Sister Mo spoke, her eyes gradually calmed down, as if she had thought of some good idea.

"Of course. If I can kill the Pink Prince this time, Senior Sister Mo will definitely be able to get a Yin Yang Longevity Pill. After taking it, I can break through the bottleneck, step into the secret realm of magical power, and become a true disciple is just around the corner." An inner disciple said with a smile.

"That's right. Although I have cultivated to the point where my physical body can be transformed into a god, my spirit is far from perfect. I have not yet reached the point where I can forget about something if I want to. If I get the Yin Yang Longevity Pill, I can make up for this loss.

As you go further, your spirit will expand, break through your limits, open the door to magical powers, and gain magical powers!"

Senior Sister Mo said solemnly: "As for the Spirit Wind Sword, I will definitely get it back from Fang Han, and I will also take the magic weapon on him! The magic weapon on him is no small matter, if it can be captured

Now that it is in our hands, the certainty of killing the Pink Prince will be much greater. Today, you all should practice hard and adjust your body and mind to the best condition. I will go to a place first."

"Sister Mo, where are you going?"

"The conflict between the two true disciples of Biyan Peak, Zidian Peak Fang Qingxue and Biyan Peak Jinshitai, is not small. This time I will go to Biyan Peak to talk about it, and at the same time, I will borrow some cranes so that I can quickly reach the Hanhai Desert.

Otherwise, although we have some small magic weapons, they are far from as useful as cranes."

Senior Sister Mo stood up.

It turns out that outer sect disciples and inner sect disciples are not qualified to raise spiritual beasts.

Only true disciples, who are rewarded with a mountain, can raise spiritual beasts, which can be said to open up a small sect within the sect. True disciples, true disciples, are disciples who can establish a sect, cultivate talents by themselves, and are unimaginably powerful within the sect.

, which is equivalent to a prince in the country.

Only those who become true disciples are the true disciples of the Yuhua Sect and can participate in the decisions of the upper levels.

"A spiritual weapon is not trivial. Senior Sister Mo and her group will definitely not give up. The secret of the "Dragon Subduing the Yellow Spring" on my body has now been slightly leaked. What should I do? Leave the Ascension Sect? No,

If I have cultivated to the secret realm of supernatural powers, it would be okay to leave the Yuhua Sect, but if I leave now, I’m afraid that even if anyone comes to chase me, I won’t be able to bear it?”

Outside Yuhua Mountain, deep in the rolling barren mountains, in a hidden valley, Fang Han turned over and over with the "Picture of Jiao Fu Huangquan".

He was not in Zidian Peak now, but let Fairy Crane fly out again with him on her back. He flew to an unknown barren mountain thousands of miles away from Yuhua Mountain, and then landed.

As for Fairy He, he told some formulas and specific techniques of "Yuan Chen Spirit Technique", and then he deceived him in just a few words. Now it's time to think about "The Picture of Jiao Fu Huangquan".

According to this legend, the picture of Emperor Huang Quan is now carried by Fang Han, and he feels that it is a hot potato. It is absolutely impossible to throw it away, and it seems extremely unsafe not to throw it away now.

At this time, in the picture, in the quiet Huangquan River, in addition to the "Seven Wolf Smokes" captured last time, there is indeed a flying sword. This flying sword has no hilt and is just a pure iron ice crystal.

, there are countless hieroglyphics engraved on it, which are streams of wind. These wind-shaped characters form an article, a formation diagram, which keeps moving, as if the sun rises and sets, never ending.

Fang Han is now studying "All Worlds" diligently and knows some knowledge about magic weapons.

The wind-shaped characters on this "Spiritual Wind Sword" are mana, and the text is the formation. It is precisely because of the formation formed by the condensed mana that this sword can have magical power.

"How can I take it out? And even if I take it out, I can't re-refine the spiritual weapon that has been sacrificed with blood, unless there is a master in the secret realm of supernatural powers who can use his powerful magic power to wipe out the blood spirit of the original owner.

go."

Fang Han touched the picture. The picture of a dragon crouching in the underworld was still an ordinary picture.

He knew that even if he took out the "Spiritual Wind Sword", he would not be able to sacrifice it with blood unless he asked Fang Qingxue to use magical power to erase the "blood spirit" inside.

Because all magic weapons and spiritual weapons have been refined by real fire when they were first released, and the magic power contained in them is very pure, without any thoughts, it is just a ball of pure power. Whoever drips his own blood will be

You can control this power.

"It's better to practice Yuan Chen Spiritual Technique first!"

After thinking for a long time, Fang Han decided to practice the "Yuanchen Spiritual Technique" he had just learned from "He Fairy".

He sat cross-legged, pressed the "Tianmen point" in the center of his head with one hand, adjusted all his energy, and placed it in the Tianmen point above his head.

"I want to cultivate Tianmen without dying!" Gradually, he followed Yuan Chen's mental training method and first imagined that his Tianmen acupoint was a dark world.

This kind of imagination means that my understanding of the brain is dark.

Then, he imagined that the blood, bone marrow, internal organs, and fascia all over his body had turned into a pure white color, and the vitality and essence, as white as crane feathers, gradually rose up and reached the inside of his Tianmen point.

What this means is to use the essence of the body to dispel the darkness in the brain and understand oneself.

The meaning of imagination is very profound.

In this imagination, Fang Han clearly felt that his body seemed to be drained step by step, and all the energy, blood and essence in his body turned into light to illuminate his brain.

The body feels a little empty.

Training the spirit and cultivating the potential of the brain requires strong physical support. He finally understood this truth.

Fortunately, his body is several times stronger than that of ordinary masters in the realm of bravery, especially since the power of the Nine Aperture Golden Pill is in the bone marrow, and the essence is even more powerful.

Gradually, the dark world inside Tianmen Cave was illuminated by this white light essence, gradually dispelling the darkness. In the dark and distant depths, Fang Han vaguely saw a simple, heavy cave hidden in it.

It looks round but not round, square but not square. The texture on the door is rich and delicate, one by one, just like the ravines of the brain.

The entire brain looks like a magical door.

"This is the gate of magical powers! If you blast through the gate of magical powers, you can see the secret realm of magical powers!" Fang Han said in his heart, trying his best to use his spirit to imagine his own energy and blood as white light, shining in Tianmen's mind.

However, no matter how much he shined, the black fog in Tianmen's mind became more and more intense. He couldn't even see the "Gate of Supernatural Powers" clearly, let alone open this mysterious door in his mind.

Whirring whirring!

Finally, feeling that he was very tired and wanted to sleep, Fang Han quickly woke up and all his imagination disappeared from his mind.

"So weak! No wonder those who are lovesick get thinner day by day. The mental consumption is more powerful than the physical consumption."

After practicing Yuan Chen's mental technique, Fang Han felt that his energy was sluggish and he rested for a while before recovering.

But as soon as he recovered, he felt that his ears and eyesight were clear and his mind was much more flexible. He seemed to be able to imagine the appearance of his brain.

"Try it with a drop of blood. Anyway, this place is a barren mountain, so I'm not afraid of any strange appearance in this picture."

He has made some achievements in practicing Yuan Chen's spiritual skills, but Fang Han is still far from reaching the realm of channeling, but he has a general understanding of the human spirit.

Hi!

He bit his own finger, and blood dripped out immediately, and every drop of it flowed onto "The Picture of Jiao Fu Huangquan".

Something strange happened.

This picture was like cotton, absorbing Fang Han's blood bit by bit. Fang Han could clearly see that there were slight waves in the Huangquan River in the picture.

At the same time, my own soul seemed to have a flesh-and-blood connection with this picture.

Suddenly, Fang Han felt a ray of his own spirit and fell into the Yellow Spring River in the picture. There were rolling waves on all sides, and it was a yellowish color. His spirit was swimming in the river, and he immediately saw the "Spirit Wind Sword" in the river.

So, Fang Han used his strength to grab it.

Phew!

In a flash of light, the Spiritual Wind Sword actually flew out of the Huangquan River in the picture and fell into Fang Han's hand. It cut Fang Han's palm again, and the blood seeped in. Suddenly, there was another feeling of flesh and blood connected.

, conveyed to his heart.

"This Spirit Wind Sword was refined by my blood as a sacrifice? Impossible. It was refined by someone else's blood. It requires a master of the secret realm to erase the spirit of the blood. Could it be that this Jiao Fu Huangquan Diagram can not only absorb other people's magic weapons?

In addition, it also has the effect of erasing the spiritual imprint of blood? In that case, I will be prosperous!"

Fang Han thought in his heart, and his spirit suddenly moved, "Pu Chi!"

The large formation inside the Spirit Wind Sword was moving, and a gust of wind flew away. The sword light surrounded it and cut off a small tree as thick as a bowl a thousand steps away from him.
Chapter completed!