With doubts and dissatisfaction in his heart, Yang Fan once again entered the Xianhong space.

This time, he immediately appeared in the warehouse, surrounded by some of his usual beloved things.

Walking out of the warehouse and stepping on the green land, Yang Fan inexplicably gave birth to an indescribable feeling.

The whole space was a dead silence, and the red black land exuded the breath of dead death, surging towards him like a tide.

Yang Fan's heart was shocked, and he felt so isolated for the first time.

Even after his dispersal, he was insulted and ridiculed in Yangjiabao and was rejected by almost everyone, but in this case, he was still conservative and clear.

However, at this moment, he stepped on the green space like a projectile, and there was a barren and dead silence around him, but he inexplicably gave birth to an unprecedented loneliness and helplessness.

In the green earth, a trickle poured into his body, and in an instant he entered the strange state that he had before and seemed to be able to control everything in his surroundings.

A piece of green land, but in this boundless land of death, stick to a piece of tranquility and verdant green.

This is like an oasis in the boundless desert, so that countless lost people, seeing hope, can't help but tears in their eyes, and joy.

In an instant, the isolation and helplessness in Yang Fan's heart disappeared without a trace.

If I am born as a forest, I should be prosperous, and if I am born as a grass, I should be green and green.

At this moment, Yang Fan realized the tenacity and unyielding nature of life.

Call!

After a long time, he let out a long breath of cloudy air.

Just this epiphany, he felt that his soul realm had risen to a new level.

The soul power actually jumped to the original Qi Refining Great Perfection realm.

This speed made Yang Fan feel terrified.

In less than a cup of tea, he has achieved a goal that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve in ten or twenty years.

His soul power has reached the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, and if he wants to cultivate to the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, it is just a matter of course, and all he needs is penance in reality.

"Congratulations to the hosts. ”

The puppy next to the hut said happily.

Yang Fan stretched his body for a while, and then he discovered the infinite mystery of "Xianhong Jue", which can be called a miracle through the ages.

However, if you want to call it against the sky, Yang Fan still feels that it is not enough.

This skill seems to be based on the study of medical Taoism, and other thousands of spells and magical powers have become sideways.

What's even more odious is the fearless spirit of "fraternity and selfless dedication" dominated by the Holy Healing Chapter.

This is really difficult for Yang Fan to accept.

In today's immortal cultivation world, most monks are selfish, fighting for magic weapons, elixirs, and various interests, even at the cost of their lives.

"Puppy, 'Immortal Fortune' is what you call the anti-heaven exercise?"

Yang Fan asked calmly.

He was just skeptical, not dissatisfied with the power of Xianhongjue.

Xianhong Jue is a set of exercises that can truly achieve immortality!

For this alone, Yang Fan was not a little dissatisfied.

"Yes, do you have any doubts?"

Puppy Road.

"If I'm not mistaken, this set of exercises is based on the study of medicine and Taoism, and the ultimate idea is fraternity and selfless dedication to the world. ”

There was a slight hint of doubt on Yang Fan's face.

"I haven't practiced 'Xianhong Jue', as an anti-heaven exercise, it is the only one in the world, and there is only one cultivator. However, I still know a little bit about it. ”

The puppy looked reminiscing, and said hesitantly: "It's not a medical exercise, I just heard about it...... It is said to be a set of non-combat anti-heaven exercises. ”

Non-combat?

Yang Fan was stunned for a moment, and then said speechlessly: "Non-combat class, isn't that an auxiliary exercise?"

"Well, maybe, probably, maybe, maybe, maybe......"

The puppy said in a flash.

"But don't worry, even if it's an auxiliary exercise, it's against the sky, at least it can make you at the same level. As the saying goes, to exist is to be reasonable. The puppy smiled.

Yang Fan was silent for a long time and asked, "Then can I practice other exercises at the same time?" ”

"Theoretically, it should be possible to ......," the puppy said with some uncertainty.

"Well, count me on the wrong person. ”

Yang Fan shrugged his shoulders and looked away.

Whether it is a combat technique or an auxiliary technique, as long as it can bring strength to oneself and bring the opportunity to die forever, it is the best exercise.

As for that bullshit selfless fraternity thought, to hell with it.

In the left chapter of the side door, there are so many magical powers, and Yang Fan is looking forward to it.

Before leaving, Yang Fan glanced at the five-hundred-year-old white jade ginseng buried in the green soil.

At this moment, this white jade ginseng has regained some vitality, and a steady stream of green light spots are circulating on it.

"Well, very good, this ginseng has been completely resurrected, or it won't be long before it is a precious five-hundred-year-old white jade ginseng. ”

Thinking of this, Yang Fan secretly enjoyed in his heart, without spending a spirit stone, he earned a heavenly treasure worth hundreds of spirit stones.

Looking at this green land, Yang Fan's eyes lit up, this is the golden finger to get rich!

"Huh, how do I feel that the scope of this green land has expanded a little?"

Yang Fan suddenly let out a soft "huh" and looked at the green land under his feet.

Is it a delusion?

Yang Fan's consciousness increased for a moment, and his feeling increased a little, but there was no change in his senses.

"Wacky ......"

Yang Fan regarded it as his own delusion, thought about it, and returned to the warehouse.

Then, his figure disappeared into the Xianhong space.

The puppy stared at Yang Fan's departing back and muttered, "My master is also idiot enough...... Alas, how did I forget...... Don't speak ill of him, or he'll find out later......"

The puppy looked remorseful again.

......

Beside the bonfire, Yang Fan looked at the quiet woods around him again, and couldn't help but breed a vibrant green in his heart.

"There's still most of the night to spare, so it's better to practice here. ”

Yang Fan sat cross-legged and began to comprehend the content of the "Fragment and Qi Refining Chapter" again.

Obscure mantras and runes swirled in his mind.

It stands to reason that the content in this Qi Refining Chapter is extremely obscure and profound, far more than ten times better than ordinary exercises. However, Yang Fan was able to understand its meaning in the haze.

Moreover, even if he understood this mystery, he could not express it in words.

Perhaps it was because Yang Fan's soul power had reached the realm of the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, and in just the middle of the night, he had a sense of qi.

Qi sense is the threshold that a monk must pass through to enter the Qi refining period.

The silky cool greenery flows in his body, formless, colorless and tasteless.

What kind of power is this, even Yang Fan himself can only touch it vaguely, and outsiders may not be able to feel it at all.

At this moment, in the eyes of outsiders, Yang Fan's body was still empty, without any trace of mana.

However, Yang Fan truly felt that he had touched the edge of the Qi Refining Period.

The second day, the morning dew fell on his forehead.

Yang Fan sat cross-legged on the ground like dead wood, the bonfire beside him had long been extinguished, his face was quiet, intoxicated by the indescribable artistic conception, within a radius of twenty zhang, one breath and one inhale, an ant, a dead leaf, everything was closely connected with his senses.

Feeling the coldness on his forehead, Yang Fan opened a pair of eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, it seemed to flash a warm emerald green like rain and dew, and his temperament also changed a lot.

At this moment, anyone who sees him for the first time will have a sense of affection and goodwill.

However, if you look at it from an ordinary Qi Refining Stage cultivator, his body is still empty, without a trace of mana.

Standing beside the extinguished bonfire, Yang Fan smiled lightly, raised his finger slightly, and with a flash of fire, a fire projectile flew out, hitting a verdant tree.

Boom!

The flames burned on the trees for a moment, and due to the tidal air of the forest in the early morning, did not spread, leaving a scorching mark.

"Hehe......"

Yang Fan had a smile on his face.

The night before, he had lost all his mana.

However, after one night, he managed to cast his first spell after "rebirth".

The Fire Bomb Technique is only the lowest level of spells.

For Yang Fan, it is a new beginning.

(The second chapter arrives, and the tickets can't be missing.) ）