Taoist Fang Xian

Chapter 381 Benefits
Looking at Wang Mingli with a smile in front of him, Fang Xin thought for a moment, then said with some surprise:
"Could it be that the candle-light magic lamp refined by the candle dragon has changed in some way?"

To be honest, this is probably the only thing that can congratulate him and make him so happy.

Hearing what Fang Xin said, Wang Mingli couldn't help but smile, and then said:
"The Taoist priest guessed it right, it's the candlelight!"

"With the continuous smelting below, that lamp has now been refined away from the divine will."

"The next step is for you and me to take action, and then we can completely smelt the entire candlelight into this picture."

When it came to the end, Wang Mingli couldn't help but have a slight smile on his face.

Although he himself is very special.

However, not everyone can ignore the treasure made from the old body of an ancient ancestor.

If a person of the ancient ancestor level obtains a treasure of this level, he might even be able to create an external incarnation.

This is a real treasure.

In the entire Ten Directions Heaven Realm, there are absolutely no more precious things than it.

So he naturally felt very happy.

After hearing what Wang Mingli said, Fang Xin smiled even more happily:

"That's really good news. Let's hurry up and finalize this matter."

"For such a good thing, the earlier the better."

Fang Xin looked impatient, and Wang Mingli took him directly out of the forest.

Not only Fang Xin is looking forward to it.

Even if it was him, he was still looking forward to it.

After all, the old body of Zhulong was not an ordinary thing, and it also had a great effect on him.

For a while.

The two people soon left the center of the city and came to one of the hills.

Standing on the pavilion on the hill.

Looking carefully, I could only see a small oil lamp burning in the small spring under the pavilion.

only.

Compared to the ugly bronze lamp that looked dusty in the past, this oil lamp now looks really bright.

Layers of dragon scales are like works of art, mixed on the entire oil lamp.

A faucet was directly above the oil lamp, puffing out a little flame.

The whole process was amazing.

Even the candle dragon in the spring kept breathing out the small flame in its mouth.

It seems that there is a steady stream of heaven and earth spiritual energy being poured into it, and it is constantly changing, like lamp oil.

After seeing this scene, I felt the power contained in this small oil lamp.

Fang Xin turned her head to Wang Mingli and said:
"Now that everything has been resolved, sir, let's take action."

"Now, if you and I work together, we should be able to get the maximum benefit from it."

After hearing this, Wang Mingli couldn't help but nodded slightly, and then pointed lightly at the small spring:
"brush!"

A flash of light suddenly fell from Wang Mingli's hand.

Followed by.

Only seeing the oil lamp that had been trapped in the small spring, it seemed that the dilemma was relieved.

The hidden dragon immediately ascended to the sky, and even let out a dragon roar:
"hold head high!!"

The frequency of this sound is very high.

There seems to be a vague and tragic feeling, as if thousands of years have spanned in this moment.

Feel the traces of time in it.

Look at the candle dragon that is flying up, but is no bigger than a palm, with a little flame in its mouth.

Wang Mingli pointed at the little dragon softly, and then said:
"This oil lamp has left the imprint of time, and it also has the traces of time."

"A treasure that is more than ten thousand years old."

"It seems that the old candle dragon may not have enough longevity now."

Although it is said that the lifespan of ancient ancestors is very long, the period of ten thousand years is also extremely important to their characters.

not to mention.

This candle dragon must have been cultivating for a long, long time before it truly achieved success in cultivation.

So from the twilight of time, he felt a trace of decay.

As he finished speaking, Wang Mingli reached out and grabbed the candle dragon directly in his hand.

Seeing the small candle dragon that was constantly resisting and even circling in his hand, Wang Mingli said with great interest:
"This old loach is also a smart man."

"He threw this treasure to the disciples below, and let this treasure find the person with good luck on its own."

"At this time, naturally, to a certain extent, we can also use the luck of this lucky person to change his destiny."

"It's a pity that he met the Taoist priest. Otherwise, maybe he could really survive this disaster..."

When he said this, he only saw a small brush suddenly appearing in Wang Mingli's hand.

The brush looks very ordinary.

It's just an ordinary, inconspicuous reed pole folded casually.

In fact, even the hair on the brush looked very sparse, and he didn't know which unlucky animal he had picked up.

Overall it's very ordinary.

However, when Fang Xin saw this small brush, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised:
"This is... a great power that transcends the Dharma..."

At the end of the sentence, he couldn't help but feel a little hesitant, even hesitant.

Really say it.

He has not seen many people who have transcended the Dharma level.

However, he now felt the same aura from the small brush in front of him.

only.

Compared to the aura of those powerful men with the spiritual level, this little brush seemed to vaguely contain something else.

It's just that his realm is low and he won't be able to notice it for a while.

Looking at the slightly surprised Fang Xin in front of him, Wang Mingli took the brush with a smile and dipped it slightly on the little dragon:
"Whoa..."

Something magic happened.

As his tattered and almost hairless brush fell on the little dragon.

All he saw was that the candle dragon that seemed to be resisting just now suddenly turned into a ball of purple liquid.

It was as if it had turned into ink.

After filling up the ink, Wang Mingli, with a smile on his face, drew a few strokes in the palm of his hand, as if he was adding something.

It's just that he moved too fast.

In just the blink of an eye, he closed his fists, looking as if he had accomplished something.

Then, just look at him holding the light-ink-colored brush in his hand and speaking softly:
"This writing brush is the reflection of that writing brush. Its power is less than one ten thousandth of it. However, it is just right for use at this moment."

When he said this, he paused, and then looked at the little dragon that was still in the form of ink.Then, he continued to speak:
"The Taoist rhyme in it has been used for painting. Next, the Taoist leader only needs to refine the power of time in it."

After hearing what Wang Mingli said, Fang Xin subconsciously glanced at the bald brush in his hand, and then nodded:
"clear."

As he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the large ball of ink, turning it into a purple sphere.

Just watch him gently tap his forehead, the tip of his nose and his mouth with one hand, and then he spit out the purple ball gently:
"call……"

At first it was just black smoke, but after a while, little sparks came out of the black smoke.

As there were more and more sparks, the light became more and more powerful. In a short time, it turned into a very pure flame, burning the large group of purple liquid in front of it.

really.

As he continued to burn with the true fire of samadhi, there was no real dragon resisting in this mass of liquid.

Suddenly, someone really refined the true meaning out of it and turned it into only the essence of resources.

After a while, the large ball of stuff in his hand was gradually refined.

Then slowly disappeared.

However, for a moment or three, all he could see was that the originally big ball in his hand had turned into a crystal a little bigger than a bean.

Take a closer look.

I only saw this, but inside the larger crystal, there seemed to be many fragments of time vaguely preserved.

It's as if a period of time has been captured.

Seeing this, Fang Xin couldn't help but reveal a happy smile:

"It's actually the essence of time."

"I didn't expect that there would be such a big piece. This is really a great opportunity."

Although the thing in front of me seems to be only the size of a bean, it seems to be very small.

But the problem is, this thing is a true manifestation of real time.

Seriously speaking, even a little ripple of time and mist of time are enough for people to cherish.

Not to mention it is still complete, a whole piece of time is condensed together to form the essence of time.

If the bean is as big as that, it is already a very big thing.

If only there were more.

Then, I am afraid that under the evolution of time, the place where the essence of time is located may turn into a timeless wasteland.

This is the real treasure in this world.

Looking at the larger object in Fang Xin's hand, Wang Mingli cupped his hands, and then congratulated:
"Congratulations to fellow Taoist for getting the treasure."

"Now, the introduction to this time is already there. Next, we only need to understand part of the universe to build a universe."

"When the universe is complete, it will naturally be possible to achieve the state of the Seven Tribulations Ancient Ancestor."

"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist!"

At the end of the sentence, he directly picked up the water that had been boiling in the small pavilion and gave a gentle gesture to Fang Xin.

And saw this scene.

Fang Xin was also smiling, picked up her tea cup, and then took a sip gently:
"Happy with joy..."

The two soon separated.

After all, if a person has a pen and ink, he can add a few strokes to his paintings at will.

Another got the essence of time.

It can be said to be a win-win situation, with both parties benefiting.

It is precisely because of this.

After getting such a treasure, Fang Xin went into seclusion in his own courtyard to practice.

Looking at the essence of time in his hand, which was no bigger than a bean, Fang Xin couldn't help but reveal a slight smile:

"If you want to become an ancient ancestor, you must build a cosmic avenue to a certain extent, and you must take into account both time and space."

"Now, with the Essence of Time, we can basically take half a step forward in this path."

"What a great thing!"

Even at the end, he was even a little delusional, thinking about what treasures there were in the universe.

The four directions above and below are the universe, past and present.

It is really rare to find a treasure that contains the ultimate power of space, and even allows him to see through the power of space.

But now he is very satisfied.

After all, you only need to peer into one of the two paths of time and space to practice in retreat and gain insight into the other.

In other words.

To a certain extent, the Quasi Seven Tribulations Ancient Ancestor is enough to be called the real Ancient Ancestor in the future.

Thinking of this, he suddenly opened his eyes, and even turned his own eyes into double pupils:
"boom!!"

Rays of divine light came out vertically and horizontally as he opened and closed his heavy pupils.

even.

Vaguely, there seemed to be a small chaotic space opened up by these double pupils.

Looking at the chaotic space that had been opened due to the double pupils, Fang Xin's whole body flickered:
"Snapped!"

A crisp voice sounded.

Immediately afterwards, only a little bit of time essence was seen, and it actually entered the chaotic space directly.

Followed by.

I only saw that the chaotic space that was very stable just now became boiling because of the entry of this time essence:

"Grumbling..."

The very stable chaotic energy is now steaming like hot water that has been boiled.

There are still little bubbles appearing vaguely.

but.

Not only was Fang Xin not surprised when she saw the whole process, she actually showed a very confident smile:

"It's just as I expected!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward, and then his whole body entered that chaotic space.

Then he sat cross-legged directly in it.

Whether it was the boiling chaotic energy or the gradually dissolving essence of time, they were gradually integrated into his body.

It's like some kind of mysterious and strange evolution is going on.

In this way, time passed bit by bit.

I don't know how much time passed, but Fang Xin, who had been sitting cross-legged and practicing in the chaotic space, suddenly opened his eyes:
"brush!"

Then, everyone laughed loudly and said:
"My way is done!!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)