......

In the stone house, Chen Fan flipped the cheats in his hand to the last page, he rubbed his eyes that were a little sour, closed his eyes and recuperated, although the number of words in this book of soul suppression mantras sent by the Fengqing Dao people was only a few thousand words, but it was extremely obscure, Chen Fan had to read it several times, repeatedly pondering and reading word by word, before he barely understood.

There is an extremely mysterious method of refining the soul recorded in the secret book, once the cultivation is successful, it can make the fit between the soul and the body very stable, not only has the effect of nourishing the soul, but also makes the three souls and seven spirits of oneself become extremely powerful.

It's just that if you want to cultivate this soul suppression spell, you need great perseverance and perseverance, and you also have to endure extraordinary soul refining pains.

But these are nothing to Chen Fan.

He began to cultivate according to the cultivation method in the secret book.

As time passed, Chen Fan's face became extremely pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans fell to the ground one by one.

The aura on his body also became extremely unstable, sometimes full of violent aura, sometimes it became obscure.

"Ahh

In the stone house, Chen Fan's snorting was constantly heard.

This torture lasted for three days and three nights.

Gradually, the aura on Chen Fan's body gradually stabilized, and as his cultivation deepened, his consciousness began to appear in a strange world, and he saw his own Nine Turns Golden Pill again, and saw his nine different Dao Bases.

What was different from before was that because of his cultivation of the Soul Suppression Mantra, there was a special connection between each Dao Base, and it became closer and closer.

The weirdest thing is that there is a strange ancient clock in the sky above this world!

The ancient clock exudes the atmosphere of the ancient, the body of the bell is engraved with dense ancient characters, these ancient words are sometimes bright, sometimes obscure, the form of the ancient clock, with the control of Chen Fan's mind, can be large or small, and can even change into the shape of an ancient monument.

According to the secret book, if this spell is cultivated to the depths, the human soul will be completely combined with the ancient bell, unbreakable, and the soul will be strong.

Feeling the peaceful aura emanating from the ancient bell, Chen Fan was slightly happy in his heart, and the ancient bell descended little by little under his control, and began to envelop this world.

Chen Fan obviously felt that his soul was becoming stable little by little.

"Buzz!!"

But at this moment, Chen Fan suddenly found that at the base of his Buddhist door, a golden ancient bell appeared, and the ancient bell emitted a faint golden light, constantly trembling, trying his best to resist the breath of the ancient bell above.

"Huh?"

Chen Fan was surprised, and was keenly aware that there was actually the breath of the right protector in the ancient bell.

"Isn't he dead?!"

Chen Fan violently urged the Soul Suppression Spell.

The ancient bell above suddenly turned into a peculiar tombstone.

A ghostly glow emanated from the tombstone, shrouding the small golden bell.

"Click!"

Finally, the little golden bell couldn't bear it anymore and burst open all at once.

"Soul Calming ?!!"

The fist-sized right protector suddenly fell out of the Buddha's Dao foundation, and the phantom was suppressed by the tombstone, and his face showed a look of unwillingness.

"Sure enough, it's you. ”

Chen Fan finally found the root cause of the weakness of the divine soul, and urged the soul suppression spell with all his might, the tombstone suddenly emitted a brilliant light, and chains tied the right protector, and the blue flame ignited.

In this world, there was the terrible voice of the right protector.

"No...... This seat is cultivated like the Dafa of Past and Death...... How could you die at the hands of this little one...... Whew!"

The voice of the Right Dharma Protector completely faded, and a stream of pure Buddha power suddenly poured out, collapsing this world!

"Boom!"

Chen Fan's body made a peculiar sound, his eyes suddenly opened, and a huge spiritual pressure caused the tables and chairs in the stone house to be bombarded into slag in an instant!

The erupting blood vessels were clearly visible, but his face showed a look of ecstasy.

He pinched his hands quickly.

At the center of the eyebrows, there is a vortex of spiritual power!

The rampaging spiritual power suddenly poured into the Purple Mansion space.

This pure spiritual power was absorbed by the elixir planted in the space of the Purple Mansion, and the elixir grew extremely fast, and the ice condensation grass produced a peculiar frost flower, the Nine Heavenly Heart Lotus, began to emit nine rays of light, and on the lotus platform, there were dark gold lines, which were extremely strange.

"Hahahaha!"

Chen Fan flicked his sleeves up, the aura on his body gradually became unpredictable, and his cultivation, one step further, vaguely reached the point of the bottleneck of the middle stage of Jindan.

His damaged soul was completely repaired, and from the annihilated memory of the right protector, he obtained a profound Buddhist method of rebirth, which can host the soul!

Although he may not be able to use it, it is also a last resort.

Chen Fan, who was in a good mood, couldn't help but think of the gift of the Fengqing Daoist.

"I owe Daomen a favor. ”

For the next two days, Chen Fan had been cultivating and consolidating in the stone house.

Chen Fan, who had completely relieved the trouble of the divine soul, not only cultivated to improve, but also integrated the secrets of his previous cultivation, and many secret techniques entered the transformation realm.

"It's time to gather the people around me and fulfill Saihuatuo's wish!"

Chen Fan muttered to himself, suddenly, he remembered something, clapped his hand, and five strange tokens appeared in his hand, which were the changed forms of the five Liuren God Boxes.

"It's a pity that there is still one missing from Uncle Chu. ”

Chen Fan's face showed a trace of regret, the secrets about Xuanmen were all in six boxes, and now one was missing, which made Chen Fan feel powerless, "I don't know where Zi Yan went...... Huh?

Chen Fanmeng's spirit, he felt that he had overlooked some important information, he rummaged in the ring for a while, and finally found the note left by Xiao Ziyan that day.

"What is this?"

Chen Fan glanced at the note, his face showed a different color, he pinched his hair, and an emerald green light wandered on the paper, and the note that was originally written with words surged with a burst of light, "Wooden house...... Qinglian under the stage...... Six God Boxes ......"

Chen Fan patted his head, his figure flashed, and he disappeared into the stone house!

......

Dayin Temple, in an ancient well, dozens of nine-trick Tianxin lotus has completely withered, in the center of a pool of water, an ancient crystal coffin is exuding a strange golden color, eight chains are deeply rooted into the wall, on the wall, there are many notches, and hundreds of shiny spirit stones are embedded in the notches.

Eight ancient monks each stood on one side, chanting scriptures continuously, and the golden Buddha light merged into the coffin, which looked mysterious and abnormal.

Not far from the coffin, there were twelve peculiar cages, and in the cages there were twelve men of different clothes, the oldest of whom were not more than twenty years old, and the youngest, about seven or eight years old, of whom eleven had been shaved and had dull eyes, and the other, who was more peculiar, was dressed in shepherd's costume and had messy hair.

If Chen Fan was here, he would definitely recognize that this seven or eight-year-old child was the sheep herding baby he had met at the Wind and Dust Inn!

Compared to the eleven prisoners who had already shaved their heads, his eyes widened as he stared at the light shining from above the mouth of the well!

Thorn Tile misses his flock, and even more so his sister Dolma!

So, his hand was tightly clenched on the cage, and a strange golden light enveloped him, and he cried out in pain.

There were eleven other people who screamed together, the difference was that Thorn Wa's eyes were still awake, while the other eleven people were staring blankly, as if their spirits were not there.

(End of chapter)