A few days passed in a flash, and Hu Daoren still couldn't sense the slightest power entering the dialect's body, but he knew that this power did exist, because he sensed the change in the dialect's cultivation aura.

Many people dream of being able to easily improve their cultivation for this kind of good thing, and now that Fang Yan has encountered such a good thing, the cultivation of Fang Yan has improved rapidly in just a few days, which is equivalent to more than 100 years of cultivation, and if this continues, the middle stage of distraction is just around the corner, but both Fang Yan and Hu Dao people are a little apprehensive in their hearts, and it is really a little too weird to improve like this.

The reason for this is the unknown power mentioned by the dialect before, as time goes by, the frequency of its flashes becomes more and more frequent, and in a few days, this power has appeared several times intermittently, this unknown force is not controlled by the dialect at all, and even under the extreme suppression of the dialect, it is still poured directly into the body of the dialect, and even the Hu Dao people who are the body of the high-grade spiritual weapon star burial robe are not aware of it at all, you know, today's dialect has thoroughly refined the star burial robe, and the magic weapon and spirit that are connected to the heart are like this, and the weirdness of this power can be seen。

Fortunately, the dialect has always been condensed by the soul, the mind is firm, and the mood is sufficient, it is not much better than the mid-stage monk of the distraction, otherwise, in just a few days, the cultivation is so improved, maybe there has already been a demon in the heart, even so, the dialect does not dare to have the slightest carelessness, has already urged all the divine consciousness, carefully scanned every inch of his body, including the soul of the sea can be touched, as a result, no matter how the dialect scans, it is difficult to find the slightest inappropriateness, those powers seem to be the dialect itself at all, there is no barrier, not even a trace of condensation.

"Dialect, this is your own power. Hu Daoren also noticed this situation, and after a scan, he couldn't help but speak.

"My own strength?" Hearing the words of the nonsense man, he was trying his best to scan the depressed dialect in his heart, and a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in his heart, could it be?

In the past few days, I was just worried that this strange power would cause harm to me, but I ignored something, and in an instant, Fang Yan suddenly remembered something, he had once separated a wisp of divine consciousness in the body of the Lingxi Heart Lotus clone, this power came from the Xuanlan domain on the other side of the blood-colored channel, and after his own doppelganger body was refined, it has been placed in the depths of the secret realm of the Heavenly Star Sect and let it develop by itself, if this power comes from the body of his own doppelganger, then it is very reasonable, only between his own doppelganger body and the main body will there be this kind of power exchange without the slightest stagnation。

It's just that I've only heard that the body lends power to the body of the doppelganger, unless the body is seriously injured, when have you ever heard of the body of the doppelganger replenishing the power to the body, such a majestic power, Shengsheng has raised his cultivation a cut, saving a hundred years of hard work, if it is really the body of his own Lingxi Concentric Lotus clone, is his cultivation at the moment already above his own body?

After thinking about it for a while, Fang Yan came to a conclusion that absolutely no one would believe when he said it, but Fang Yan thought about it carefully, but he was a little sure of his guess, Fang Yan knew that his doppelganger body was different from others, not only the parasitic spiritual object was the spirit rhino heart lotus of the king level, but when refining, it was also a scum spirit pill into it, if only in terms of cultivation qualifications, the body of the dialect could not compare to this body that was itself a supreme spiritual object, coupled with the effect of the scum spirit pill, it made his qualifications even more than the original, even if the part that Xi Yan took was from the same source as him, he couldn't compare it if he thought about it。

Fang Yan still remembered that after the refining was successful, he noticed that the aura of the doppelganger's body was not weaker than his own body, although it was a bit outrageous to say that the cultivation of the doppelganger's body exceeded the body, but if it happened to his own doppelganger's body, it was really very possible.

When Fang Yan wanted to think about it again, his expression suddenly froze, and that power flashed again, pouring directly into Fang Yan's body from the inexplicable void.

Even if he tried his best to block it, he couldn't stop it, and with the guess just now, Fang Yan simply stopped suppressing it this time, but just sent a warning to the Hu Dao people, and then put all his body and mind into this power.

Carefully sensing the power that rushed into the body, the incomparable affinity, and his own strength is not the slightest difference, it is simply a part of himself, and the dialect feeling that has a lot less scruples immediately changed a lot, and he is a little more sure of the previous guess.

As time passed, the movement of that force became more and more frequent, and after a few more days, Fang Yan was no longer worried about whether the source of this power was his own spirit rhino clone.

"Fang Yan, if you continue like this, if you come back a few more times, I'm afraid you will have to meet the mid-stage thunder tribulation of the clone. Hu Daoren, who could also clearly sense the rapid improvement of dialect cultivation, reminded.

"Wait a few days and see. Fang Yan nodded and said and then calmed down in his cultivation again, it was really the power from the body of the clone, so suddenly improved, Fang Yan still needed time to get used to.

The contraction of the blood-colored vortex gradually subsided, and the blood-colored passage was about to open again, and the monks who had gathered on the Lixuan Star had already begun to move one after another, as in the past, several retreats were in the front, and they must be strong, and the rest of the retreats followed behind, stretching for tens of millions of miles.

The dialect that was going to stick to the Xuanxing was also in this stretch of the team at this moment, heading towards the blood-colored passage, with the strength of the dialect, although it was only the early stage of distraction, it had already killed more than one mid-stage distraction monk, among these monks who rushed to the blood-colored passage to prepare to return to the Xuanlan domain, it could not be said that there was no existence that was better than the dialect, but the number was definitely not very large, but the dialect had no intention of publicizing it at all, but instead restrained its breath, mixed in the middle of the crowd, and urged the body unhurriedly.

If there is an old man on the side who can sense the breath of the dialect, he will definitely be surprised, and the dialect that has only been promoted to the distraction for a hundred years is not much worse than the peak of the early stage of distraction, if you can look more carefully, you will also find that the dialect at this moment is still urging the exercises, but it is not cultivating, but it is trying to suppress your own cultivation.

After a while, Fang Yan fell outside the blood-colored vortex with everyone, and watched a few rays of light flash out first, flashing in along the gap of the blood-colored long tail, just like the descendants of the War Emperor and the Bone Emperor back then.

Fang Yan didn't move in a hurry, and after waiting for a few hours, he suddenly got up and sighed: "Wu Wentian, this time I can't stand you, and Brother Cang, maybe Fang Yan is going to miss the appointment." ”

As he spoke, Fang Yan leaped into the long tail of the blood-colored maelstrom.

Back then, Yuan Ying Xiu and Hu Dao people joined hands to pass through this blood-colored vortex into the passage in the center, and now the cultivation of the dialect is a hundred times more than back then, naturally it is much easier, this time the dialect recognized that the runes shining on the blood-colored barrier seem to be somewhat similar to the runes of the Wu clan, but at this moment the dialect has no mind to explore these mysterious runes, with the opening of the blood-colored channel, the majestic power is more surging towards the dialect's body, and the dialect at this moment is urging the exercises to suppress their own cultivation。

It wasn't until he reached the outside of the passage portal and encountered the blood-colored long chain attack that Fang Yan took action to destroy the long chain, and many monks around couldn't help but be slightly startled when they saw Fang Yan's understated movements, and they all thought about which master predecessor this was, Fang Yan had already urged his body to escape into the blood-colored passage behind the portal.

As soon as he crossed the portal, Fang Yan sent a message to the Hu Dao people: "Everything is handed over to you, I must suppress it with all my might, otherwise I will really usher in a thunder tribulation in this great passage, it is better to be in the cultivation realm, at least there I don't have to worry about accidentally falling into the unknown void." ”

"You can rest assured. Compared with the previous time, Hu Daoren was much more confident, and as soon as the dialect voice fell, Hu Daoren said, full of confidence.