The body structure of the Wu Race is similar to that of the Terrans, but since birth, the Witch Clan's physical body has been hundreds of times stronger than the Terrans.

They were originally born for war, they were condensed by the blood of Pangu, and they were given the mission of guarding the flood wilderness.

It's a pity that it was arranged by Qianhong.

Yang Jian has always had some respect for the Wu clan, and now he can finally start the major events that he has been planning for many years.

Da Ang is still the 'experimental subject', and what he wants to transplant is the spirit core left by a quasi-holy realm chaos spirit clan, which is also comparable to Da Ang's own strength.

The principle is very simple, that is, to fuse the spirit core with the Wu body, so that the spirit core can play its original role, and enhance the Wu body's body and the original spirit......

The primordial god of the Wu clan is called the witch soul, which is somewhat similar to the mortal soul, but it is naturally scattered in the body of the witch clan.

This point is similar to the immortal body achieved after the complete fusion of the physical body and the primordial spirit...... After all, they are all the brainchild of Pangu God, and this common point may be the main reason why the Wu clan was brought down by Qianhong.

In other words, Yang Jian's personal transplantation of spiritual cores for the children of the Wu clan was also a 'shortcut' for him to comprehend the eighth realm of the Eight Nine Xuangong through alternative methods.

If you get more than you can, you have to do more.

"Yang, no, no...... Second Master!"

When Da Ang was pressed on the stone platform by Yang Jian's one hand, six arms held Yang Jian's arm with his backhand, and the word 'cowardice' was written in capital on the shoehorn's face.

Yang Jian smiled: "Take it easy, you will be fine soon." ”

As he spoke, Yang Jian took the spirit core on the side with his right hand, and injected a stream of mysterious qi into the spirit core, checking whether there was still any remnant of the soul power of the original chaotic creatures in the spirit core.

At the same time, Yang Jian's left hand was against Da Ang's chest, and a trace of Xuan Qi was like a grid, slowly wrapping Da Ang.

The mysteries of the Wu clan's body were unreservedly revealed in front of Yang Jian.

Yang Jian closed his eyes and stood there quietly for half an hour, and when Da Ang couldn't help but doze off, he finally had the next move.

The left hand was slowly raised, and Yang Jian pointed at his sword to draw a complicated circular formation on Da Ang's chest, and then this formation slowly fell, imprinted on Da Ang's chest, and penetrated towards his somewhat dark skin.

Da Ang's eyes glared, and the whole person tensed, but he couldn't shake at all under Yang Jian's pressure.

"Don't shout, hold on. ”

Yang Jian scolded in a low voice, Da Ang immediately gritted his teeth, the blue tendons on his face that was not very good-looking flared up, and the strands of hair that were not too vigorous also fell.

The spirit core floated in and landed in the formation in Da Ang's chest, instantly making the formation shine!

Da Ang finally breathed a long sigh of relief at this time, but before he could completely relax his mind and body, his whole body trembled again, and the unimaginable torture made him almost grit his teeth.

"Don't shout, if you lose your vitality, the effect will be greatly reduced. ”

Yang Jian instructed in a low voice, and his hands quickly slapped palm prints one after another, hitting all parts of Da Ang's body.

A stream of Xuan Qi is strengthening Da Ang's already strong body, smashing the two powerful forces that conflict in Da Ang's body, and then slowly condensing these two forces.

It's all a process of sublimation, and it seems to be blazing a trail that the Wicans have never tried before.

Even, this should be a situation that the great god Pangu did not consider.

And this formation, the principle of transplanting the spirit core, was taken out by the Xuandu Archmage......

At this time, Yang Jian felt more and more that Master Xuandu and Master were two completely different monks.

Xuandu is inclined to study all kinds of strange methods, from the method of controlling the spirit race, to the method of spirit core transplantation at this time, if the Xuandu archmage has not grasped some living beings and studied it, Yang Jian does not believe it.

But this did not affect Yang Jian's admiration for Xuandu.

Yuding, on the other hand, is a more 'traditional', step-by-step, exploring a known path and refusing to turn back after dozens of life and death wanderings.

Master and Master Uncle are both among the strongest cultivators under the Flood Wilderness Saints today, and in comparison, Yang Jian naturally admires his master more.

Da Ang rolled his eyes and fainted directly.

Yang Jian slowly reduced the force of each slap he struck, constantly controlling the delicate balance in Da Ang's body.

Because this balance is broken, Da Ang can be directly seriously injured in an instant......

On the city wall, the puppet fourteen tilted his head and stared at this side, seemingly quite interested in what Yang Jian was doing.

Many of the children of the Wu clan also stood up and looked at this place, while the witch ghost witch stood nervously aside, naturally wanting to help Da Ang when he couldn't hold on.

Before, Yang Jian didn't expect that it would take a whole day and a night to transform a great witch with such strength as Da Ang.

By the time he took a half step back, the man lying on the stone table had changed his appearance.

The six arms were gone, only two thick arms, and the Witch's body seemed to be closer to the Terran.

But this is not Yang Jian's handiwork, but Da Ang's own changes, it seems that this Wu clan battle body is getting closer to the innate Dao body.

Da Ang's chest was carved with a light blue formation mark, and most of a spirit core was embedded in his flesh and blood, and a small half was exposed, exuding some kind of strong Dao rhyme.

Other than that, the biggest change is probably that it has become bald......

Yang Jian pointed his finger on the top of Da Ang's head, and the latter trembled, his eyes opened, and his eyes flashed with light.

With a strange scream, Da Ang jumped up directly, but fortunately, Yang Jian quickly dragged a robe and threw it on his waist.

"Hahaha! I'm full of strength now! Hahahaha! I'm also invincible in the world!"

The witch ghost and the witch suddenly blackened their faces, and they shouted loudly, wanting to punch the ground, but suddenly remembered that this was in the Xuandu City, the important place of the Daomen, so they could only take their fists back.

Quite aggrieved kind.

The body is full of power, full of explosive muscles, and every move seems to be able to hook some kind of wonderful rhyme.

Da Ang came to Yang Jian, and smiled, it seemed that he wanted to learn from Yang Jian, but when the words came to his mouth, he was glared at by the witch ghost's murderous gaze.

"Second master, punch me!"

Yang Jian suddenly smiled and narrowed his eyes, he didn't expect that there would be such an overly demanding person in these years.

"Then you stand up. ”

Yang Jian rolled up his sleeves casually, Da Ang wrapped his robe around his waist tightly, and then squatted down, and with a low shout, his six-armed body appeared, and the six arms formed a firm shield wall in front of him.

Stepping forward with a left step, Yang Jian took a lunge, and the left fist he was holding didn't seem to have any strength, and he usually pushed it in front of Daang.

"Second master, you ......"

Before the two words could be spoken, Yang Jian's fist suddenly trembled, and Qiankun was squeezed out of layers of wave marks, and Yang Jian's left fist chiseled these wave marks and smashed them at the point where Da Ang's arms met.

Bang!

Da Ang's figure flew out directly, his six arms were as weak as kelp, and the whole person made some kind of strange sound, and directly hit the large array of light walls covering the Xuandu City, and was ruthlessly bounced back by the light wall, and fell vertically to the corner of the city wall.

Yang Jian clapped his hands, looked at a few Wu clan masters of the same generation as Da Ang next to the stone platform, and said with a smile: "Next." ”

Several Wu men and women trembled at the same time, and one by one with a wry smile, took the initiative to come forward.

The witch and ghost used his magical power to shrink the ground into inches and bring back the half-dead Daang.

I don't know if I don't check it, but after checking Daang's condition a little, the witch ghost is relieved, and he is even more shocked by Yang Jian's punch.

Da Ang didn't seem to be too seriously injured, and the 'mana' everywhere in his body was beaten to the ground......

I don't know how Yang Jian did it, but this punch has given Da Ang a lot of benefits, at least it can make Da Ang's foundation more solid, and there will be no mistakes in the future cultivation path.

"Second master, you can rest," the witch whispered beside her.

Yang Jian waved his hand, didn't say anything, and began to choose a suitable spirit core for the Wu woman lying on the stone platform.

With the experience given by Da Ang, Yang Jian became more familiar with the second time, and this time the transplant was completed in only three or four hours.

The speed behind was also gradually accelerating, from three or four hours to two hours, and in the second half an hour, a spirit core left by a quasi-saint chaos creature could be transplanted, Yang Jian became more and more handy, and there was no sense of fatigue at all.

Through the study of the Wu clan's battle body, Yang Jian seems to have pushed open a door.

Although he still had half a step to walk in front of this door, he was able to push this door open a gap when he raised his hand at this time......

Keep studying and understanding, and this gap is being pushed bigger and bigger.

The Eight or Nine Xuangong Mental Method and the Battle Body of the Great Witch of the Wu Clan confirm each other, and how to condense the eighth Xuanhuang body and how to quickly sublimate it is no longer a confusion for Yang Jian.

The god Pangu has shown him the way!

Although Yang Jian didn't know how to break through the limit of the seventh layer at this time, he suddenly had a hint of inspiration through his 'conception' of the Immortal Xuanhuang Body.

It seems that the word Guihong has another meaning.

When Yang Jian began to transplant spirit cores for the children of the Wu Clan, because the physical strength of these Wu Clan disciples was not as strong as that of the Great Witches, it took almost half a pillar of incense to transplant one perfectly.

Guihong ...... Guihong ......

Why is the seventh important of 89 Xuangong named after the word 'Guihong'?

Guihong is Guiyan, originally Yang Jian thought that this was a kind of longing for the Pangu God to the Taisu Realm, but now, Yang Jian suddenly felt that this was not right.

If Guihongjing wants to break through the limit of the Great Perfection, it seems that it has to start from the word 'return'.

Yang Jian's perception of the Eight or Nine Xuangong suddenly gushed out, as if a mouthful of spiritual springs had appeared, and a gurgling stream connected these spiritual springs.

Epiphany.

Yang Jian was single-minded, in order not to interrupt the epiphany, and not to harm the witch girl in front of him, half of his mind sank into an epiphany.

Finally, it took three times as long for Yang Jian to transplant the spirit core for this witch girl, and immediately closed his eyes.

An obscure and mysterious aura spread from around Yang Jian's body and swept in all directions.

At that moment, the eyes of the witch and the witch widened, and the children of the witch clan couldn't help but be stunned.

Return......

What is it?

Ego?

Aren't you standing here, what do you have to go back to?

Then, before he became the dying boy lying on the broken kang, did he ever exist in this world earlier, a long time ago?

Has the river of true spirits that flows between being and non-existence ever left his light?

Even if it was only a little bit, faint and short, in eternity, before the endless years, did he exist?

Where did he come from, the world he imagined from the dying moment of a saint long ago?

If there is a ......

So, no matter where you are, no matter where you are, can you come back?

Can you return?

Can you return or not!

Yang Jian suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at the sky, no one could see what he saw at this time, it was a long river rushing in the sea of chaos, ignoring all obstacles, rushing towards Yang Jian!

Mayflies die at dusk;

Longevity Dao fruit hanging;

Eternal and eternal;

A hundred times it is difficult to rest the soul;

Seek the path of immortality today;

Searching for the endless;

This is like a shadow;

It's hard to go back.

In 'being', one era after another is constantly falling, so who was he in these times, before these times?

If the true spirit is immortal, the eternal river of the true spirit is the endless years that run through all this, and the mark that has been left behind can now return?

Can you return......

Yang Jian slowly closed his eyes again, but the surroundings suddenly became misty and invisible, as if Yang Jian's whole person suddenly disappeared.

In the tomb of the saint, afterimages appeared on the only path in the heart realm, looking towards the exit.

In the corner of a wall, the puppet who made the puppet suddenly stopped what he was doing and turned his head to look at the wall.

Honghuang, Yuquan Mountain, Jinxia Cave.

Yang Jian's incarnation suddenly melted into ice and snow, and Yuding Zhenren, who was deducing the method of fellow practitioners, suddenly raised his head, his eyes wide!

An inexplicable Dao rhyme swept one-third of Yang Jian's Yuan Shen, and under the gaze of Yu Ding, it disappeared in a blink of an eye; this scene happened at the same time in the Black Spirit Realm, and the strange and complete disappearance of the incarnation made Ao Xinke panic suddenly.

At this moment, Yang Jian's person really disappeared in the 'tangible realm', without breath, without imprint, even if many witches knew that Yang Jian was standing there, they couldn't see it, they couldn't see it clearly......

There was a soft humming sound out of nowhere, as if a faint light was gathering from nowhere, but it was as if everything was as usual, except for Yang Jian......

"What, what's wrong?"

"Silence! Don't act rashly, protect the Dharma for the second master. ”

The witch spoke, and the witches turned into clay statues, and they didn't dare to move.