Taoist Fang Xian

Chapter 103
Thinking of this, Fang Xin looked around and found that Taoist Dragon and Taoist Tiger had already left.

Then, he also shook his head.

Immediately afterwards, he put the sign in his pocket, and walked unsteadily towards his house.

But okay.

It seems that because of the improvement of his status, at least he should not need to pay any more money for staying in Danyuan.

After all, looking at it this way, the caves in the entire alchemy courtyard were opened up by Taoist Mu.

The old man has plenty of money, so he probably doesn't care much about these three melons and dates.

Walked into his own room.

Fang Xin looked left and right first, and then carefully took out a jade box from under the futon she was sitting on at home.

This jade box is made of the precious jade that was pulled out from the mirage, and it seems to have the effect of accumulating vitality.

And inside this jade box, there is a paper figure that looks very strange.

Upon closer inspection, this paper figurine is quite different from the previous paper figurines.

All I can see is that this paper figurine not only has an extraordinary charm in his eyes, but also has a little bit of blood on his body. It seems that he has been trained by a Taoist with a sacrifice of essence and blood.

Although it was folded out of paper, every blood vessel on it was clearly visible, making it look like a living person.

see this scene.

Fang Xin shook his head helplessly:

"If I knew that there was a senior to help me, then why would I use this thing?"

"It's really frustrating~"

After finishing speaking, just looking at him, he put this little paper figurine into his altar.

And just after the paper figurine entered the altar, the blood-red paper figurine began to change slowly.

Then, a small jade plate appeared under his body, as if protecting this little paper figurine.

Finish this thing.

Fang Xin took out a few more specially refined elixir pills from his pocket:

"However, this can be regarded as a blessing in disguise."

"If you digest all the emperor liquid in the Lingtai, it will not only make up for all the damage."

"Moreover, it can also polish and round the mana of these three Jiazi, and completely integrate the innate energy of these three Jiazi."

"Longevity is hopeful~"

Originally, because of that dragon spirit fruit, he broke the limit of heaven and man in the third Jiazi.

According to normal reasoning.

He only needs to practice slowly for a period of time, and then refine it with many elixir essences.

After a short time, he will be able to fully replenish the mana of the three Jiazi, and at the same time complete his own innate qi.

In this way, with the qi of the innate source of life of the three Jiazi, plus his innate body with a lifespan of one hundred and five years, he can live to the limit of 330 years.

But the problem is.

Before the grand celebration of Dan, he had already prepared for the worst.

He knew that the three alchemist-level palace lords were high-ranking, and he definitely couldn't do any tricks of supernatural powers in front of these three.

So it is necessary to be able to go forward with the body.

So, during the rest of the time, he sacrificed a paper figurine of himself with blood essence.

Even, for this purpose, he used several of his innate natal qi to enlighten him, and left behind a fundamental thought of his own.

It is precisely because of this.

When he went to the grand celebration of Dan, he seemed so at ease.

Because, even if he faced an indiscriminate massacre, he died at this celebration of alchemy.

Then, the blood-smelting paper man who possesses several qi of his natal life will also slowly cultivate his spirituality and turn into a different creature from before.

Although at that time, he may live on in another life form, the life form of the paper man's spirit.

But after all, I can survive.

And when his paper figurine is raised, it will be a natural paper spirit with the strength of meditation level.

This is the worst plan he has prepared in advance.

But who would have imagined that the situation in Sanshan Palace is so complicated, and his luck is so good.

He even met a nobleman.

As a result, during the Dan celebration, he not only returned unscathed, but also prostituted a Moonlight Essence Pill from the Snake Emperor for nothing.

If you look back.

Then the paper figurine he specially concocted with the essence of blood and the qi of the innate source of life seemed very dumbfounded.

Fortunately, he just cut out the thought, and the time spent before and after was very short, and he didn't completely integrate the thought with the paper doll.

In this way, even if it takes a little more time, you can return your own thoughts and many life sources that you have spent.

Not too bad.

In this way, Fang Xin, who returned to the courtyard, focused on nothing else, and began to refine the Qi of Yuehua in the Lingtai.

Just at this time.

I only saw that it was originally formed under three gourds, and the Spirit Lake, which was like a small lake, suddenly lit up:

hum~
Then it turned into a beam of light and radiated into the distance.

Followed by.

He only saw that a large group of lunar moonlight in a liquid state that had been taken into the spirit platform by him was suddenly absorbed by this spirit lake.

Then, I saw a full moon suddenly appearing in this small spiritual lake, which was as miraculous as a silver plate.

And just in that small spiritual lake, after the projection of a round moon was formed.

will see.

The original gourd vine with eighteen leaves seems to have become more charming.

It's just that the gourd vines are gently fluttering, and one after another moonlight energy is drawn out from the spirit lake:

brush ~ brush ~ brush...

Just look around.

Then I saw the qi of the eighteen paths of lunar moonlight falling very softly on the 18 leaves of the long-lived gourd vines.

For a moment, Fang Xin's Lingtai seemed to become brighter.

And the silver plate in the Linghu Lake didn't seem to have changed at all.

Just like the many gourd vine leaves, what they ingested were not from his spirit lake, but formed by the condensation of many lunar and moonlight, and the emperor's liquid projected on the silver plate.

Instead, relying on this projection, in the gathered outside world, the real aura of the lunar moonlight.

that's it.

Cooperating with the bright moon in the Lingtai, he used many elixir that was originally intended to be used to cultivate mana.

It's just a hundred days.

Fang Xin reintegrated his paper figurine into his body during the hundred days of cultivation and practice of foundation building.

and.

Because he is rebuilding the aura, the No. 19 leaves grow very quickly.

Now there are small young leaves.

Presumably it won't be long before the No. 19 spiritual leaves can fully grow to maturity.

By that time.

This is how he is at his peak.

however.

After counting his gains in detail, and calculating the spirits and medicines he had consumed, Fang Xin couldn't help but wrinkle his face:
"After all, it's better to change than plan."

"Who would have thought that this emperor's fluid could merge with the spirit lake in the ancestral aperture?"

"It's really weird."

Although it is said that the emperor's liquid is integrated with the spirit lake in his own ancestral orifice, turning into a silver plate in water.

It is very good for future practice.

However, this made his originally poor pocket even poorer.

Originally, all the many elixir medicines had been practiced and used, which was enough for him to complete the mana practice of the third Jiazi.

but.

Now without the help of Emperor Liuzhi, he can only consume the essence of this elixir purely to restore his aura and mana.

It is precisely because of this.

Although more than 19% of his thought aura and magic power have recovered, it only takes a few months for the No. [-] leaves to be fully cultivated and mature.

Then you will be able to be full of energy and spirit.

However, many of the elixir he had accumulated were lost in the battle.

He patted his Qiankun bag.

Fang Xin feels that there is still a little comfort in her home:
"There are still some seeds left after all."

"Just wait for me to settle down well, and then plant these seeds."

I thought of the last.

Fang Xin couldn't stay still any longer.

Because nowadays, in addition to some spiritual weapons, there are also some refined Bigu Pills.

There was nothing good about him anymore.

It can be called the poorest master of meditation.

Although the gourd vine leaf was not yet mature, his whole body was only [-]% recovered.

But he still wants to go to the Sutra Pavilion in advance to read the many spells and various secret books in it:
"Sharpening knives does not fail to chop woodworkers."

"Under the circumstances of reading many spell secrets, at the same time recovering my spiritual aura."

"Maybe after reading many books in the Sutra Pavilion, my whole body can also be restored to its peak at the same time."

Just do it.

He also thought about going to the outside of Sanshan Palace to take a look after he recovered to perfection.

It happened to be a chance to see if I could get my own spiritual material that matched my aura.

In this way, he directly walked out of the secret cave where the alchemy courtyard was located, and then walked along the mountain plank road towards the Buddhist scripture pavilion.

Between familiar roads.

After a while, Fang Xin came to the familiar hall of the Sutra Pavilion.

Looking towards the front of the hall.

All I saw was the familiar bloody red coffin, which was still there.

And the man with mixed feathers is still there.

Even the steel fork in his hand was the same as before.

However, this time is different from before.

After seeing Fang Xin, the man with assorted feathers was stunned as if struck by a thunderbolt.

Afterwards, the face that looked full of feathers couldn't help showing a very ugly smile:

"My lord, are you going to enter the Sutra Pavilion?"

When it came to the end, the feathered man came over very coquettishly, without any trace of the arrogance he once had.

see this scene.

Fang Xin couldn't help but nodded casually, then took out the wooden Taoist sign and said:
"Go and open the real Sutra Pavilion."

"This seat is going to read some spell secrets."

Seeing this sign, Yuren's face couldn't help but become a little ugly.

But in the end he nodded yes.

Followed by.

Just seeing his gloomy face, he took the sign from Fang Xin's hand.

Then pick up the steel fork next to it.

Pointing the steel fork at the position of his heart, he inserted it hard:

"Pfft!"

The next moment, bronze-colored blood flowed from his heart to the ground.

In a short time, the bluestone slab underground was covered with blood.

With the blood flowing bit by bit.

The underground bluestone slabs were also soaked in blood, gradually drawing a very strange and weird pattern.

Wait until this pattern is finally accomplished.

The feather man's complexion became pale at this moment, as if he was a dead person.

see this scene.

The feathered man quickly pulled the steel fork from his chest, and then staggered to his coffin.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound rang out.

Then he saw the feathered man, holding the sign, and jumped into the blood-red coffin.

brush!
A faint brilliance appeared.

Immediately afterwards, no matter whether it was the bluestone slabs on the ground or the big blood-red coffin, they were all emitting a deep light at this moment.

For a while.

Just like the scene where the ghost city appeared.

The red coffin suddenly turned into a gloomy light, forming a portal that looked extremely dark.

The former main hall and the underground bluestone slabs have become foggy, as if they were in another world.

Looking forward.

only saw.The lower body of the feather man was completely integrated with the black portal, only the upper body was holding the steel fork.

It looks like a sculpture!
If you look carefully, you can only see that strange sign, which is stuck in that square gap at the moment.

It looks like a key to the door.

Saw here.

Fang Xin didn't care what happened to Yuren next to him, he just pushed open the dark door and walked inside:

"crunch~"

As the portal was pushed open, Yuren, who was completely integrated into the portal, seemed to be in great pain.

There was a silent roar.

In the past, Fang Xin didn't understand why a feathered man was needed to come and see the door in such a hall of Buddhist scriptures.

but.

When he really achieved the realm of meditation and observed it with the spirit lake, his whole body understood.

Because this feather man is not the guardian of the Buddhist scriptures hall at all, but the key to the real door.

It is like a tomb-slayer beast.

Without a special token, the Yuren would only open the ordinary Buddhist scripture hall next to it.

However, now, under Fang Xin's brand, he finally had no choice but to open the real secret palace of the Three Mountains Palace.

Walk into this deep place.

All I could see was the dark place in front of me, suddenly flashing blue flames one after another.

Take a closer look.

Those carrying the flames are not oil lamps, but living creatures.

Among them are solid-colored Yuren.

There are also weird Taoists.

There are also all kinds of strange creatures.

They were naked, and half of their bodies were integrated into the nearby walls.

The remaining half of the body was breathing blue flames, which looked weird and terrifying.

It was as if he had entered the [-]th level of hell used to punish criminals in the underworld.

(End of this chapter)