Three days later, the sea of ​​clouds and the cliffs were dead.

Chen Fan sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, surrounded by an endless sea of ​​clouds. All the huge cliff bodies were hidden under the sea of ​​clouds, only a huge golden stone was exposed.

It was like a golden cushion floating in the sea of ​​clouds, extremely magical. Chen Fan was holding an ancient leather book in his hand, and he was fascinated by reading it.

It was the books that the sect master selected after searching through the sect's collection of books that recorded the deeds of the spirit-raising people. When Elder Sun, who was in charge of the Lingteng Sword Pool, rushed to the ninth peak and caught him immediately, his master Mu Chenzhou stopped Elder Sun at the critical moment. After sacking countless words and making a lot of compensation, he calmed Elder Sun's anger.

Mu Chenzhou, who was incompetent, was also amused and laughed. He sent Chen Fan here directly and told Chen Fan that he would not go back without the success of his vein.

Chen Fan fell in love with this place as soon as he arrived at the Ku Cliff of Yunhai. The gentle breeze blew on his face, the colorful clouds of the sea were of different shapes, and spiritual cranes were in groups. The spiritual energy was like a tide, and along the pores on his body, as he breathed, it poured into Chen Fan's body all the time.

So Chen Fan did not rush to break Fan's condensation vein, but instead read books quietly. When he was hungry and thirsty, he would eat some spiritual fruits prepared by Mu Lingyao for him, and sat for three days.

A decaying bell floating around him, with an ancient aura that has been settled by countless years.

Above the bell, there are strange beasts roaring at the sky with bloody mouths, and there are birds that open mountains and crack rocks, flapping their wings and soaring into the sky.

Nine ancient alien characters are engraved on the surface of the broken ancient bell. Each character has a different color of light flowing, forming a nine-colored light curtain that covers the ancient bell.

It seems that with the existence of this nine-color light curtain, the ancient bell was barely sound and not broken.

On the other side of Chen Fan, the white-haired beast Xiaoer lay on the cliff. With a wave of his furry claws, he actually tore off a cloud. The clouds did not float, but changed constantly between Xiaoer's claws, with all kinds of postures. Xiaoer's agile eyes narrowed, jumping back and forth, having a lot of fun.

It was a long time later that Chen Fan closed the book calmly, opened his hands and moved his sleepy body for a while, allowing the breeze to blew.

"I have read two oldest books, from the earliest Wang Shu, Sui Ye, Zheng Kongming, to the modern Dugu Wuwang and He Beixiong, there are no creatures around them who are similar to you. It can be seen that although we are both spiritual cultivation, they are not from Dachen." Chen Fan reached out to touch the waiter's flawless soft fur and whispered.

"What kind of existence do you think of the spirit-raising man? Although these ancient books are ancient and circulated from generation to generation, they are not completely recorded and there is no trace at all. There are many places in them that cannot be confirmed." Chen Fan's eyes suddenly became empty again, and his hands unconsciously increased some strength. The waiter instantly turned over and jumped up, jumped on Chen Fan's shoulder and looked at him in confusion, and then rubbed Chen Fan's neck obediently.

Chen Fan noticed something strange on his neck and then returned to normal. He then smiled bitterly and said, "Let it go first. If this continues, I'm afraid the inner demon will be born."

He raised his eyes and looked into the distance. The spiritual energy gathered in his hand, and a faint light flashed by, and the ancient books in his hand were put into the space ring.

Then he took a deep breath of turbid air and stood firmly from the golden stone. He abandoned all distracting thoughts and drove out of his mind. He kept his mind calm, and his mind slowly sinks into the Taoist palace, and sets on guiding the spiritual energy to enter, preparing to open up the first spiritual vein and step into the realm of condensed vein.

He first carefully drew out a trace of spiritual energy, wandered between his muscles and bones that had already had signs of jade transformation, and then flowed through the Taoist palace extremely slowly.

The moment the spiritual energy passed through the Taoist mansion, Chen Fan finally saw his Taoist mansion clearly. There was nothing and dusty there, and even the perception of the mind could not see through it.

Chen Fan frowned, and was puzzled. When the monk broke into the body, he would draw spiritual energy into his body all day long, condense his flesh and blood, constantly impact the Taoist palace, and polish it into a spiritual land hidden in his body. It is convenient for the time of condensing the veins, and take the spirit into a seed, and open up a spiritual vein that can communicate with the world and the spiritual energy will be endless.

Logically speaking, Chen Fan’s Taoist palace does not mention the spiritual energy accumulation, but the auspicious and auspicious clouds. But at least it should be a peaceful scene, but what Chen Fan saw was a dead silence, like a piece of glazed green tiles stained with dust, hazy and unreal.

At this moment, the spiritual energy controlled by Chen Fan suddenly collapsed and was forcibly forced out of the Taoist mansion.

Chen Fan was caught off guard and could not stop him at all.

"What's going on?" Chen Fan whispered, his mind full of doubts.

He kept recalling the classics of monks' condensing meridians and the experience of condensing meridians passed down by his master. Unfortunately, he did not find the answer.

Then, Chen Fan condensed another spiritual energy, guided it and entered the Taoist mansion again. But who knew that this time the spiritual energy could not enter, and was repelled just as soon as he touched the Taoist mansion.

It seemed as if there was an invisible barrier that prevented the spiritual energy from entering the Taoist palace. Chen Fan tried several times in succession, but he returned in vain.

Chen Fan sat down slowly cross-legged and temporarily gave up the idea of ​​entering the Taoist mansion. He found that his Taoist mansion seemed to be different from others and had some changes.

He broke the mortal twice. If he had followed the strength of the Taoist temple of ordinary monks, he would have been condensed into a fertile spiritual soil, absorbed spirits into seeds, and opened up spiritual roots and veins without any effort. But why did the Taoist temple still remain unbreakable when he arrived here, and even prevented the spiritual energy he controlled from entering.

Chen Fan couldn't figure it out, so he could only inject spiritual energy into exploring little by little.

Occasionally, he could accidentally squeeze into the Taoist mansion, but after encountering the gray gas, he was driven out. He had no choice.

After failing countless times, he finally discovered the clue. He guided his spiritual power into the Taoist Mansion and encountered obstacles. It was not that the Taoist Mansion was resisting at all, but that his Taoist Mansion had been condensed and extremely solid after breaking the mortal twice, and his spiritual energy had reached a saturation state.

Those gray gases are in a state of static loss of their agility and their agility has lost their space for movement. How can they allow the agility outside the Taoist palace to enter?

Chen Fan found the problem and curled the corners of his mouth slightly. Only then did he understand why the head and his master sent him to the cliff of the sea of ​​clouds to condense his veins.

This silence existed to test the physical strength of the disciples of the sect. The formation was carved on the ancient bell. Every time it knocked, the pressure on the stone would double according to the strength of the bell knocker. At this moment, it just happened to help Chen Fan compress the spiritual energy in the Taoist mansion and help him open up the Taoist mansion to condense the veins.

Chen Fan was in a good mood, but he couldn't help but complain. Since they all knew their situation, why didn't he point out himself directly and let him spend more effort.

Chen Fan stood up again, his eyes were full of energy, and his black hair was scattered behind his head, his expression slightly flamboyant.

He held his right hand into a fist, his index finger half bent up, and gently knocked on the dilapidated ancient clock wall. A circle of golden ripples spread out to the naked eye, but there was no sound.

Silent and quiet.

After Chen Fan's first bell, a violent pressure suddenly came with the spreading golden ripples, pressing hard towards Chen Fan.

Chen Fan was as motionless as a mountain, trying to guide the spiritual energy to impact the Taoist mansion. Unfortunately, this pressure did not seem to have any help to Chen Fan, and the spiritual energy gathered in the Taoist mansion did not loosen at all.

Chen Fan blinked and knocked on the ancient bell again!

This time, the pressure blew out from the huge rock under his feet. The two pressures hit each other, causing a sharp shock force, causing Chen Fan's black hair to dance wildly, like a demon in the swaying golden ripples.

At this moment, Chen Fan suddenly had an illusion of blue sky above his head and stepping on the loess. The spiritual energy flowing in his body finally felt like he was being bound, and his running speed slowed down slightly.

Chen Fan's mind sank into the Taoist Mansion and found that the fog was still hazy and the spiritual energy was still still. The impact of the two pressures could not do anything to his Taoist Mansion!

He secretly thought that the two pressures only slowed down his actions slightly and did not cause substantial pressure. If we calculate based on this, no more pressure than one or two should be effective. So we just try it with the five pressures!

Chen Fan did not hesitate. As he thought, he suddenly raised his hand and knocked at the ancient bell. Three golden ripples seemed to emerge at the same time, and pressure swarmed, rushing from all directions.

Chen Fan's body shook slightly, and the fifth level of pressure continued to impact Chen Fan's body and divine consciousness. It seemed that a huge rock of ten thousand kilograms was pressed on his head, and it was difficult to move. His limbs weighed more than a thousand kilograms, and blue veins appeared.

It was even more like countless invisible sledgehammers, like a sudden rain hitting a banana leaf, bombarding Chen Fan's body, making him tremble more and more obvious.

In the Taoist palace, the originally still gray fog finally moved. They were like the crowds in the bustling city, slowly gathering and messy.

Chen Fan twisted his neck with difficulty, which was sour and smiled: "It's good if there is any movement!"

Then, his right hand trembled slightly and knocked on the ancient bell again. This time, there was no golden ripples, but a big golden bird flew out of the ancient bell. It made a sharp hiss, and a pair of huge wings covering the sky and the sun suddenly hit three feet in front of Chen Fan.

The sea of ​​clouds tumbling, the colorful clouds avoided it, and the huge pressure made Chen Fan's legs slightly bent, and the blue veins were exposed all over his body. The beads of sweat the size of beans were like running water, instantly wet their clothes, and in the blink of an eye, the ground was wet.

Chen Fan's eyes were red, and the spiritual energy in the Taoist palace was rioting!

"It's still a little bit!" Chen Fan gritted his teeth, approached the madness, and suddenly knocked down the seventh stroke.

"Roar!" A roar of shocking beast suddenly broke out, and a giant claw stretched out from the tumbling sea of ​​clouds, with a magnificent momentum that was about to tear apart the sky, and a huge mouth swallowed the stars.

With a huge pressure, Chen Fan's hair was erected, his face was slightly distorted, his limbs and veins were twitching irregularly, and his whole body was kneeling directly on the ground, maintaining an extremely strange posture.

The spiritual power in the body was like a turtle crawling, extremely slowly. In the Taoist palace, the gray gas became more and more violent, but there was still no sign of condensation.

Chen Fan gritted his teeth hard, his eyes full of madness. He raised his arm with great difficulty, as if he carried a mountain of thousands of feet and slapped at the ancient bell swayingly.
Chapter completed!