After returning from Qingxiu Peak, Fang Zixuan accompanied Hu Yuexian to cultivate while pondering the Five Holy Tips.

The Five Holy Recipes of the Wuhou Realm were indeed more obscure than the previous ones, so Fang Zixuan had no choice but to find Wang Wenguang to help them figure it out.

Although Wang Wenguang can't cultivate the Five Holy Tips, he is still very interested in the Five Holy Tips, from his own words, he can learn a little from the Five Holy Tips, as for what the use of the reference is, Wang Wenguang didn't say any more, Fang Zixuan naturally wouldn't ask, Wang Wenguang's body is full of fog, and it's not bad for this matter.

Slowly, with the help of Wang Wenguang, Fang Zixuan finally understood the Five Holy Tricks of the Wuhou Realm, and even understood the Xuanwu Fist that the Wuhou Realm could cultivate, and the rest was the actual cultivation.

One day, when Hu Yuexian ran out to play, Fang Zixuan began his first cultivation in the realm of Wuhou.

Slowly, the aura around Fang Zixuan began to pour into his body, and then flowed into the dantian along a completely different route than before.

Although he was concentrating on cultivation, Fang Zixuan still felt that the aura pouring into his body was far more than that of the martial arts realm, but the current dantian capacity of Fang Zixuan was far larger than that of the martial arts realm, so even if so much spiritual energy flowed into Fang Zixuan's dantian, Fang Zixuan didn't have a trace of feeling, as if his dantian was a bottomless pit.

After the aura had been running for a week, Fang Zixuan took out the spirit stone and set up a small spirit gathering array, and then re-cultivated.

Even with the assistance of the spirit stone, after a few hours, Fang Zixuan still didn't feel a trace of change in his dantian, as if those spiritual qi had quietly flowed away from somewhere.

Judging from the current situation, with the spirit stones on his body plus contribution points, he doesn't know if he can support his cultivation to the realm of Wuhou Perfection. Hey, forget it, anyway, there is definitely no shortage of resources at present, and when the resources are almost out of resources in the future, we will take a look at the situation, and think of a way, maybe the next time I practice, I can still encounter a tail pass. The feeling of robbing others inside made Fang Zixuan have endless memories to this day, no way, who called those people richer than the scattered cultivators on their side and even the people in the Dihumen and Chaohai Gates.

After cultivating for half a year, Fang Zixuan was already familiar with the Five Holy Techniques of the Wuhou Realm, so Fang Zixuan began to think about how to use the Artistic Conception of Destruction to isolate the breath of the Artistic Conception of Life. Because this is something that must be done sooner or later, since this is the case, then solve it first, so as not to have any accidents in the future and be troubled if others see it, my side is indeed some very low-level scattered cultivators and small sect disciples, but it is difficult to ensure that there are not one or two people with unique vision, such as Wang Wenguang, if the artistic conception of life is really known by others, it will be a big trouble.

It's just how to isolate it, Fang Zixuan thought about it for a long time, and finally got inspiration from the spirit change technique.

The purple Seed of Destruction suddenly flashed, and then slowly leaned towards the small green seed.

At the moment when the Purple Destruction Artistic Conception Seed moved, Fang Zixuan seemed to feel a faint strange feeling coming from the Destruction Artistic Conception Seed, that feeling, as if there was a trace of fear, and reluctance, however, it did not resist Fang Zixuan's intention in the end.

The little green seed didn't seem to react to this, and remained silent. Judging from the appearance alone, the artistic conception seed of life seems to be no different from the artistic conception seed of the wind.

It only stopped when the Destruction Artistic Conception Seed was still a short distance away from the Living Artistic Conception Seed. At this time, Fang Zixuan seemed to feel the reluctance of the Destruction Artistic Conception Seed and seemed to become a little stronger, perhaps because of this, so Fang Zixuan didn't dare to let the Destruction Artistic Conception Seed continue to get close to the Artistic Conception Seed of Life, if something happened to the two Artistic Conception Seeds, Fang Zixuan didn't feel that he had the ability to do something remedy, not to mention the top Life Artistic Conception Seed, that is, the Destruction Artistic Conception Seed, because of its irritability, Fang Zixuan was also unable to remedy it, think about why Wang Wenguang wanted him to only comprehend one layer of Destruction Artistic Conception in each great realm, isn't it because of this？

Then, Fang Zixuan began to let the breath of the Destruction Artistic Conception Seed slowly cover the Artistic Conception Seed of Life.

In this regard, the Seed of Artistic Conception of Life still did not have a trace of reaction. This made Fang Zixuan's heart feel a little calmer.

As if it had its own consciousness, the Destruction Artistic Conception Seed seemed to become a little bolder when it saw that the Artistic Conception Seed of Life did not react, and the movement speed of its breath was actually a little faster. This made Fang Zixuan feel a little funny, like the irritable artistic conception of the Destruction Artistic Conception, it actually knows how to make inches? Or is it ugly to call bullying the soft and afraid of the hard?

Gradually, a faint purple mist surrounded the seeds of the artistic conception of life.

Seeing this, Fang Zixuan couldn't help but be a little happy, the temper of this newcomer's Artistic Conception Seed of Life seems to be good, I thought it would be a little difficult to get along with its title as the number one in the world.

However, even if the Artistic Conception Seed of Life did not react, Fang Zixuan and the Artistic Conception of Destruction still did not dare to let that layer of purple mist get too close to the Artistic Conception Seed of Life, but only let that layer of purple mist continue to thicken until Fang Zixuan could not see the Artistic Conception Seed of Life at all. However, not being able to see it does not mean that it cannot be felt, even if the layer of purple mist emitted by the artistic conception of destruction is so thick that it cannot be dissolved, Fang Zixuan can still clearly feel the breath coming from the artistic conception of life.

I can clearly feel the breath of life, so maybe others can feel it too, right?

And at this moment, the Artistic Conception Seed of Life seemed to feel something, and a faint green light appeared in Fang Zixuan's "eyes".

Not good. Fang Zixuan was about to disperse that layer of purple mist, but what happened next made Fang Zixuan stop this move, because he actually saw that the light on the Artistic Conception Seed of Life was slowly fading, and the aura on its body was also fading.

In the end, the breath of the seed of the artistic conception of life actually disappeared?

Fang Zixuan couldn't help but be shocked, the artistic conception of this life wouldn't really be gone like this, right? That was the first artistic conception in the world, if it was really gone, then Fang Zixuan would vomit three liters of blood even if he wasn't crazy.

Suddenly, Fang Zixuan seemed to feel something.

Well, the artistic conception of life has not disappeared? Fang Zixuan was surprised to find that the connection between himself and the seed of the artistic conception of life was still clear, but he couldn't feel the breath it exuded. This feeling is actually very similar to the spirit change technique. Could it be that the Artistic Conception of Life Seed knew what it meant, so it took the initiative to restrain its breath?

Well.

At this moment, Fang Zixuan seemed to feel that the artistic conception of life seed showed the meaning of "yes".

After a while, Fang Zixuan came to his senses, he was considered a success? No, look for Wang Wenguang to take a look.

So, Fang Zixuan walked quickly towards Qingzhu Peak.

Wang Wenguang was still slowly drinking spiritual wine on the bamboo chair in the front yard.

After Wang Wenguang put down the wine glass, Fang Zixuan said: "Master, I just tried it according to the inspiration I got from the Spirit Transformation Technique, and let the breath of the Destruction Artistic Conception Seed surround the Artistic Conception Seed of Life, and then, the Artistic Conception Seed of Life seems to have taken the initiative to cooperate with me and converge its own breath, can you see it?"