Chapter 24 Yuan Chen Psychology
"It turns out that listening to Mo Shijie's analysis is really like this. I don't know what Fang Qingxue wants him to do?" An inside disciple quickly agreed.
"This is likely to involve the battle between the true disciples, and we will not be able to intervene for the time being."
Mo Shijie’s eyes are cold and cold: “Feathering the door, if you really want to get into the inner core rights struggle, you still have to become a true disciple. If you don’t become a true disciple, everything is a struggle, and our inner disciples will intervene in the struggle of the true disciple. The end will definitely not be too good."
"Mu Shijie, then my mouthful spirit sword was collected in vain?" The inner door disciple voice revealed that Sensen killed the machine.
"This thing, I will give you a way to find a way. A sip of a different instrument can be put into the secular, and a city with a population of 100,000 can't be changed. Of course, it can't fall into the hands of others. We plan to kill the Prince of Red Powder this time. That enchanting, I have already practiced the Feijian sword array, and you must have your spirit sword to be able to come in handy. How could it be a failure?"
Ms. Mo’s sister spoke and her eyes calmed down. It seemed to be a good idea.
"That is of course, this time if you can kill the red powder Prince, Mo Shijie will be able to get a Yin Yang Wanshou Dan, take it, break through the bottleneck, step into the mysterious secret, become a true disciple is just around the corner." An inner disciple smiled.
"Nothing wrong, although I have cultivated into the realm of physical transformation, but the spirit is still far from perfect. I have not reached the point of forgetting to forget something. If I get the yin and yang, I can make up for this loss. Further, at the same time, the spirit expands, breaks the limit, opens the door of magical powers, and gains magical power!"
Mo Shijie’s dignified way: “As for the Spiritual Sword, I will definitely get back from Fang Han’s hand, and I will also bring the magic weapon on his body! The magic weapon on his body is not a small thing, if it can fall In our hands, the grasp of killing the red powder Prince is much bigger. Today, you are all practicing and adjusting your mind and body to the best condition. I will go to a place first."
"Mr. Mo, where are you going?"
"The contradiction between Bi Yanfeng, Zidianfeng Fangqingxue and Biyanfeng Jinshitai are really small. I went to Bi Yanfeng to talk about it, and borrowed a few cranes to quickly reach the Bohai Desert. Otherwise, although we have some small implements, they are far less useful than the cranes."
Ms. Mo Shi stood up.
Originally, the outside disciple, the inner disciple, is not qualified to support the beast.
Only the true disciple, who was rewarded with a mountain, was able to raise the beast. It was said that a small sect was opened in the sect. True biography, true biography, is a disciple who can open a sect of the sect, and cultivates talents by himself. In the martial art, the strength is unimaginable, and it is equal to the princes of the country.
Only become a true disciple, is the real disciple of Yuhuamen, able to participate in the decision of the upper level.
"A spirit is not the same thing, the group of Mo Shijie will certainly not give up, and the secret of "The crouching Huangquan" on my body, and now it is slightly leaked, what should I do? Leave the feather door? No, If I am practicing in the mysterious secrets, I can still leave the Yuhua Gate. Now I am leaving. I am afraid that if I am alone, I will not be able to bear it."
Outside the Yuhua Mountain, in the depths of the barren hills, in a hidden valley, Fang Han took the picture of the crouching Huangquan.
He is not in the purple electric peak now, but let the crane fairy fly back with him, and fly to thousands of miles away from the feathered mountain, an unknown barren mountain, which has landed.
As for the crane fairy, he said some of the "Ming Chen spirit", after the specific exercises, he cheated in a few words. Now is the time to ponder the "The Yellow Springs".
In this legend, the picture of Huang Quan's emperor is now on the body, and it feels like a hot potato. It is impossible to throw it away. It doesn't seem to be safe to throw it.
At this time, on the picture, in the quiet Huangquan River, in addition to the last collection of "Silver Seven Smoke", there is a flying sword, this flying sword, without a hilt, is a pure iron ice crystal There are countless hieroglyphics on it, which are the winds of the road. These wind-shaped characters form an essay, a picture, and keep running, as if it is a sunset, never ending.
Fang Han is now studying the "Worlds" and knows some magic weapons.
The wind-shaped text above the "spiritual sword" is mana, and the article is a large array. It is the great array of mana that can be condensed into a sword that can have magical power.
"How can I take it out? And even if I take it out, the spirit that has been squandered by the blood, I can't sip blood again, unless there is a master of the mysterious secret, using his powerful mana, to wipe the spirit of the original master's blood. go with."
Fang Han touched the picture and crouched on Huang Quan, still a common picture.
He knows that even if he takes out the "spiritual sword", unless he asks for the Qing Xue, he uses the magical power to erase the "spirit of blood" inside, otherwise he will not be able to sip blood.
Because all the instruments and the spirits, when they were just released, were tempered by the real fire, and the mana contained in them was very pure, without any thought, it was a group of innocent power. Whoever drops his own blood can control this power.
"Or to practice Yuanchen Spirit!"
After thinking for a long time, Fang Han still cultivated the "Yuanchen Spiritual Skills" that he had just obtained from the mouth of "He Xianzi".
He sat down on his knees and held the "Tianmen acupoint" in the center of his head in one hand, and adjusted all his spirits, all placed in the Tianmen hole at the top of his head.
"The child wants to die and repair the heavenly gate!" Gradually, according to the exercise spirit of Yuan Chen's spiritual technique, he first imagined that Tianmen is a dark world.
This kind of imagination means that his own understanding of the brain is dark.
Later, he imagined that his whole body's blood, bone marrow, internal organs, and fascia were turned into a pure white color, such as the whiteness of the crane feathers, the essence, gradually rising, reaching the inside of his Tianmen.
This means that with the essence of the body, dispel the darkness of the brain and know yourself.
The meaning of imagination is very profound.
In this imaginary, Fang Han clearly felt his body, it seems that he was taken out step by step, the body's blood and blood elements, all turned into light, to shine on the brain.
The body is a little empty.
To exercise the spirit and cultivate the potential of the brain, you need strong physical support. He finally understood this truth.
Fortunately, his body is several times stronger than the master of the general brave realm, especially the Jiu Jin Jin Dan drug in the bone marrow, the essence is more powerful.
Gradually, the dark world inside the Tianmen Cave was illuminated by this white light, gradually dispelling the darkness. In the depths of the darkness and distantness, Fang Han faintly saw a hidden and quaint, heavy It seems to be a circle and not a circle. The texture on the gate is rich and delicate, one by one, just like the gully of the brain.
The appearance of the whole brain turned out to be a magical door.
"This is the door of the magical power! If you break through the door of this magical power, you will be able to see the magical power of reaching the magical power!" Fang Hanxin said, trying his best to use his spirit to imagine his own blood as white light and shine on Tianmen's mind.
However, no matter how he shines, the dark fog in the mind of the day is increasing. Even the "Spirit of God" can't be seen clearly, let alone open the mysterious door in my mind.
Huh! Huh!
Finally, I felt that my spirit was very exhausted. I wanted to sleep. Fang Han quickly woke up and all the imagination dissipated from my mind.
"It's so weak! No wonder those who have had lovesickness, why are they getting thinner day by day, and the mental consumption is more powerful than the consumption on the **."
After practicing Yuanchen Spiritual Skills, Fang Han felt that he was in a state of wilting and rested for a while before recovering.
But when this came back, he felt that he was clear-headed and his mind was much more flexible. He seemed to be able to imagine the appearance of his brain in his head.
"Try a drop of blood, anyway, this place is a wild mountain, and I am not afraid of what is wrong with this picture."
The cultivation of Yuanchen spiritual technique has achieved little success, but Fang Han is still far from reaching the realm of psychic, but he has a general understanding of the human spirit.
Hi!
When I bite my finger, the blood dripped out, and a drop of it flowed to the "Yanfu Huangquan".
A strange thing happened.
This picture, like cotton, absorbed the blood of Fang Han in one bite, and Fang Han clearly saw it. In the picture, the Huangquan River actually waved slightly.
At the same time, my own soul seems to have a flesh-and-blood feeling with this picture.
Suddenly, Fang Han felt his own spirit and fell into the picture of Huangquan River. All sides were rolling waves, a yellow earth, and the spirit swimming in the river. Then I saw the "spiritual sword" in the river.
Therefore, Fang Han used the spirit and grabbed the past.
Fight!
The flash of light flashed, this spirit wind sword actually flew out from the picture inside the Huangquan River, fell into the hands of Fang Han, cut the palm of Fang Han, the blood penetrated in, suddenly, there is a feeling of flesh and blood connected , conveyed to his heart.
"Is this spirited sword, I was sacrificed by blood? It is impossible, it has been smelted by others, and it requires the master of the mysterious secret to wipe out the spirit of blood. Is it this crouching of Huangquan, in addition to the magic of others? In addition, there is the effect of wiping the spiritual mark of blood? In that case, I am developed!"
Fang Hanxin thought, the spirit is moving, hesitating!
The large array of spirits in the sword is running, a blast, flying away, surrounded by Jianguang, and a small tree with a thick bowl from his thousands of steps, cut off the waist.
Fang Han heart, suddenly ecstasy!
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