Changsheng: I can sell everything

Chapter 507: The wind blows in the sand, the black and white scholars

Song Ciwan spent an hour memorizing the entire article of Fetal Breath Tongshengfa in his heart.

After waking up from the memory and cultivation state, she immediately selected the second piece of human desire from General Yu and directly sold it into cultivation time.

[You sold the human desire, the surprise, weirdness, and confusion of the Tianjiao-level innate combined aperture realm warrior, and gained one hundred and ten years of cultivation time for every pound. 】

General Yu was not only at the Heqiao realm, but also at the Tianjiao level. His desire to bring Song Ciwan a lot of practice time!
Song Ciwan entered the practice space and immediately immersed all his attention in the practice of the Fetus Breathing Holy Method.

For a quarter of an hour in the outside world, a hundred years had passed for her in her cultivation space.

The Mingqiu Desert is not peaceful. The message of the Secret Sound Snail is not only flying freely in the ice crystal forest, but also unwilling to be lonely in the Mingqiu Desert, flying back and forth.

It's not just the secret sound snail... the secret sound snail is a unique communication tool of the human race, and the communication methods used by the demon clan are more diverse and more racially specific.

Deep in the distant sand, a sand scorpion gently shook the tip of its tail.

The sand scorpion stagnated in the deep sand for a moment, then suddenly swung its pincers and swished straight into the ground.

Halfway through, you encounter a group of ants.

The ants and the sand scorpions met on a narrow road, but there was no usual battle between the two sides. I saw the tail of the sand scorpion wagging slightly, and the tentacles of the ants twitching slightly...

Suddenly, the sand scorpions turned around and burrowed deeper into the sand, into the nest of their own tribe.

And the group of ants suddenly scattered in all directions like a piece of loose sand. The ants' tentacles swayed, and a silent rhythm began to spread throughout the entire desert centered on a certain point.

This is a sound that humans cannot hear, and only certain creatures can know it.

Farther away, at the end of the Mingqiu Desert, in a secret valley that meets the Kunlun Mountains to the west, two scholars are urging the creatures in the valley to become chess pieces, and they are fighting fiercely.

The scholar in white has a slender figure and a very beautiful face, as if spring flowers are blowing in his face.

His waist is very thin, and his clothes flutter when the wind blows, and he is so frail that one can't help but worry, for fear that he will leave this world and fly away in the wind.

There was even traces of blood hanging from the corners of his mouth, his lips were pale, and the blood stains were bright red. The sharp color contrast made his whole person's presence extremely strong, giving him an indescribable charm.

This is the Tanhua Lang Su Baiyi who is famous among the people of Kyushu.

There is a saying that if there were no Su Baiyi in the world, who would be able to explore the flowers in spring?

During the Qionglin banquet, horses rode on the capital, flowers were folded in the Toad Palace, and I walked around the streets all day long, feeling lovesickness in my spring boudoir dream.

It's Su Baiyi.

The image of another scholar in black who was far away from him was completely opposite to him.

The scholar in black was tall and strong, with a handsome and sinister face, and eyebrows as sharp as knives.

His clothes were half open, and his strong chest was stained with dark red blood. His two chest muscles were bulging and undulating, and the outline of his shadow was clear and smooth. He really had a romantic attitude that regarded the world as if it were nothing.

At first glance, this is an extremely handsome man with a cool and wild attitude.

But if one could look more carefully, one would find that this might not be a person.

Yes, he is not human.

He is clearly a demon!
This handsome male demon held a dark red lantern in one hand, and waved and danced in the air with the other hand, moving the chess pieces. The fine scales covered both sides of his bare chest, half-covered by the ruffles of his clothes, appearing and disappearing.

He is a demon scholar, a night-walking lamp!
Su Baiyi and Ye Xingdeng have been fighting for more than ten days. The two sides have fought from the sky to the ground, from the Yuanshi Mine to the Ice Crystal Forest, and now they have arrived at the Kunlun Mountains.

Su Baiyi was able to tear apart the golden-winged roc, which had the power to destroy all monsters. The powerful Night Walking Lantern with a fierce reputation should not easily confront him. But it was precisely because he tore the Golden-winged Dapeng alive that Su Baiyi actually suffered serious internal injuries, which have not yet recovered.

Some demons are often able to see through people's weaknesses better than people.

The night light came after smelling the smell.

After ten days of entanglement, one wanted to kill the demon, but was unable to do so, and the other coveted flesh and blood, but was unable to do so. Neither of them wanted to give up, but in fact... each had almost reached their respective limits.

If it continues, it will be an endurance battle.

See who can seize the key points in the continuous torture of battle and kill the opponent with one blow!

At this anxious moment, suddenly, a distant message came from far away.

The auricles of the night lights move slightly...

At the same time, in Su Baiyi's ears opposite, there was also a secret sound snail trembling slightly.

Su Baiyi popped out the chess piece: Horse!
The night light on the opposite side also popped up a chess piece: the horse!
The two horses collided, and a loud bang suddenly erupted in this hidden valley.

There was a faint shrill neighing sound, and in the neighing sound, the night lamp spoke the language of the Zhou Dynasty: "Su Baiyi, the weather is not conducive. It is destined that you and I will not be able to win or lose tonight, so let's just say goodbye! We can fight again another day..."

After all, he laughed loudly and spoke in a demonic tone.

The night-walking lantern disappeared, and the dark red lantern flickered in and out of sight in the splashing smoke, traveling an unknown distance in an instant.

Su Baiyi did not pursue him any further. He also received a summons that forced him to leave.

"Du Xingheng?" Su Baiyi said in a calm voice, "I will arrive as soon as possible, please do not take any action, Your Highness. The crisis of this trip is unpredictable, and the country cannot afford excessive consumption."

He turned off the secret conch, coughed out a mouthful of blood, wiped the blood from his lips, then took off a pen from his waist, dipped the tip of the pen on the blood, swiped the brush in the air, and wrote one word: light.

The moonlight cast from the sky suddenly penetrated the smoke and dust, wrapping Su Baiyi's figure.

In an instant, he disappeared from where he was.

Wherever the moonlight goes, everything is a journey.

Su Baiyi went to the sinkhole of the Ancient God's Underground Palace. He guessed that the night lantern should also go to the ancient god's underground palace, but he didn't know that the direction the night lantern went to was actually Mingqiu Desert.

Song Ciwan has been cultivating in the cultivation space for a hundred years. One hundred and ten years have passed, and when she returns to the living world from nothingness, her first move is to open her hole illumination panel and check the Fetus Breathing Holy Technique. The progress of cultivation.

In fact, she knew it well without checking.

The reason for this special inspection was mainly because the one hundred and ten years of training were too long, and it was so long that Song Ciwan had to do some loose things to adjust his mentality.

The top Taoist method: Fetus Breath Tongsheng Dharma (Excellent 2356419/10000000)

After hundreds of years of hard practice, this method has reached the level of perfection!
This method is actually extremely difficult to practice. Song Ciwan was still in the stage of becoming a god. Forcibly practicing the Holy Method of Fetal Breath Tong, which requires at least the realm of refining gods, was just relying on his deep foundation and powerful gods.

Coupled with one hundred and ten years of forcible accumulation, after such a long time, it’s time for the leash dog to achieve anything!

However, Song Ciwan possessed the Yuanling Taoist body, but still failed to practice the Fetus Breathing Sacred Method to the highest level of perfection.

In fact, as time goes by, the effect of forced cultivation becomes weaker.

If Song Ciwan really wanted to take the fetal breath to the Holy Dharma one step further, he would have to go through actual combat.

(End of this chapter)