Immortal Fu Yongxiang

Chapter 407
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Guan Yi's face turned red. Could he say that he had forgotten? Sword cultivators focused on one sword discipline and regarded the others as heretics and disdained their company. No one in their Langxie Sword Sect had contracted a spiritual pet...

"I...then you can't leave until your spirit butterfly is healed!" Guan Yi's mind flashed back to the sword dance confrontation between the two sword butterflies, and he became even more angry.

"Junior brother, don't talk nonsense." Wei Wuyou scolded with a tigerish face. He turned to Mo Ranyi and smiled: "Friend Mo, please don't misunderstand me. My junior brother has no other intentions..."

"I understand." Mo Ranyi interrupted him, her eyes slowly shining with hope, "Since that's what the fellow conduit wants, why not fight!" She smiled brightly, more delicately than the blooming spirit flower next to her, It's so dazzling that people can't take their eyes away. The kind of self-confidence and dignity that comes from the bones makes the people around him lose their minds for a moment.

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In Youdie Valley, the difference between the residences of humans and moon butterflies is obvious at a glance.

The butterfly nest is woven bit by bit from the silk veins of plants. From birth to death, the moon butterflies never stop building the butterfly nest, reinforcing it layer by layer, and the butterfly nest becomes stronger and stronger because of this, even on the moon. At the butterfly's welcome ceremony, there were still a few moon butterflies scattered around, diligently threading the thin silk veins in their hands on the butterfly nest.

They will spit out a little bit of saliva and rub it evenly on the silk veins to make it more resilient and unbeatable for many years. In addition to being strong, the butterfly nest is also very beautiful. The patterns woven by the silk veins are continuous and coherent. This is a varied and complex picture. If you look at it from any angle, you can seem to see different things. Each moon butterfly has a pair of skillful hands. The entire butterfly nest is the most perfect and beautiful work of this group.

Human beings have built some small wooden houses in Youdie Valley. The houses are not big, but they are connected together. The intervals between each wooden house are very small and very compact.

I think they don't want to take up too much space in Youdie Valley. After all, they are guests, and Yuedie is the owner of Youdie Valley.

Mo Ranyi was placed in one of the small wooden houses, relatively close to the periphery. Although the wooden house was small, it had all the internal organs and clearly divided functions. The living room, a quiet room for practicing and meditating, and a tea room for entertaining guests were all accommodated in this small wooden house. In a small wooden house.

Moon butterflies don't like the smoke of fireworks. Things like furnaces are prohibited in Youdie Valley. They don't like to use force, and fights in Youdie Valley are rare.

This is a good place to cultivate your mind, especially for monks who tend to be gentle in their practice.

Therefore, in addition to Langye Sword Sect, there are also some monks who live here all year round. They are either casual cultivators or from sects with different origins and different cultivation levels. These people rarely participate in the interests of Youdie Valley. During the fight, he just stayed here as he was supposed to, guarding his one-third of an acre of land, and practicing in peace and quiet.

Mo Ranyi smelled the sweet fragrance of flowers, his body was extremely relaxed, and his spirit was also slack. He actually had a good sleep in this newly arrived Butterfly Valley.

The light and slow breathing coincides with a certain rhythm, and the golden elixir in the body sparkles, constantly chasing this frequency, and slowly coinciding with it.

The woman lying quietly on the bed, sleeping peacefully, her whole body was enveloped in a halo of halo, her face became blurred, the aura was like a tide, expanding with the exhalation, and then converging with the inhalation. , the aura of heaven and earth attracted by the rhythm is filtered layer by layer, and the most original and purest essence is absorbed by the golden elixir. The golden elixir is a bit brighter, and the frequency of flickering is more stable and gentle.

The spiritual energy tide pushed outward at an extremely slow speed, and its scope gradually increased. Everyone in the wooden house group was touched and felt grateful at this moment.

Wei Wuyou was telling Guan Yi sincerely that even if he had to fight Mo Ranyi to test his depth, he couldn't do it in Youdie Valley. That woman's blood-threaded ghost sword butterfly was recognized by the Yuedie clan, and she would never sit back and watch someone compete with her. Their guests took action, Langxie Sword Sect still wanted to stay in Youdie Valley for a long time, and the honey pills that the Master needed needed to rely on these moon butterflies, so they couldn't offend them.

Suddenly, the two of them looked in a certain direction at the same time, with extremely rich and wonderful expressions on their faces.

The products of Youdie Valley were told by the Master and must be occupied, but the disciples of Langxie Sword Sect are not very willing to come here. The key is that the environment in the valley is not conducive to the practice of sword cultivation.

However, Butterfly Valley has a well-known benefit. The fragrance of flowers here can help you sleep. When you enter deep sleep with the help of the fragrance of flowers for the first time, there is a certain chance that it will trigger a spiritual energy tide, leading to a great improvement in cultivation.

Guan Yi has always been the proud son of the sect, with extremely high talents. Even as a disciple of Wanxian Palace, he dares to call out the number. He came here just for this rumored opportunity, but he didn't spend a night in Youdie Valley. , no matter how many nights I slept, I never had such an opportunity, so I thought it was completely out of the question.

Guan Yi was so envious that he stared in the direction of the wooden house where Mo Ranyi was, unblinking.

Wei Wuyou's eyes were much more complicated, with some envy and jealousy, some worry, some sternness, and some thoughts.

He knew very well that there was no comparison between Hanyu Palace and Langye Sword Sect, but this Mo Ranyi was too hard to see through. He himself was a very ambitious person, so he was unwilling to do so even among his fellow apprentices. When he came to garrison here, he came forward and offered to come to Youdie Valley.

The Master asked for the honey pills produced in Youdie Valley. If he does well, he may not be able to win the favor of the Master and rise to prominence. If not, if he is given enough time to manage it carefully, he will definitely be able to use the power of the sect to intervene and share it. The interests of Zhongkufang City, both public and private, are a good deed, and it can better highlight one's abilities.

From Mo Ranyi, he saw an ambition as vigorous as his own, and it was this ambition that made him fearful...

Everyone in the valley chose to meditate immediately, feeling the rhythm of the tide and trying to catch something in it.

Only one old man woke up from his empty meditation and opened his eyes.

They were a pair of gentle and wise eyes, calm and calm, as if stars were lurking, falling from time to time, leaving a long or short star trail.

He waved his sleeves, and nine tortoise shells appeared in front of him.

Each piece of tortoise shell has a different shape, covered with dense lines, and cut into small irregular pieces.

The old man stretched out a hand.What kind of hand is that? Not shriveled, not wrinkled, delicate and smooth, like porcelain or jade, the fingers are slender, the roots are clear, the nails at the fingertips are shiny and shiny, and as he touches the tortoise shell one by one, it becomes... A little bit of pearlescent light flows out.

Every time it touches a piece of tortoise shell, the piece of tortoise shell starts to rotate.

The surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth also rotated with it. When the nine tortoise shells were touched one by one, nine spiritual energy vortexes formed, echoing each other, and jointly stirring the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The old man closed his palm slightly, and nine pieces of tortoise shells flew towards his palm, overlapped and fell together. They scattered as he shook his hand. He grabbed them again, shook his hand again, and repeated...

The spiritual energy in the entire Youdie Valley was driven by these tortoise shells, but no one knew what the old man was doing, because the direction in which these surging spiritual energy swarmed was the direction of the spiritual energy tide, and the direction of Mo Ranyi's location.

Everyone clearly sensed that the tide had reached a peak state. After the peak, it would gradually fail, and then return to calm.

But at this moment, the crazy influx of spiritual energy from heaven and earth broke this rule.

After the tide, like a huge wave, the chase pushed the momentum to a new peak again.

The scope has expanded again and the momentum is even greater than before.

A piece of tortoise shell fell from the sky, its brilliance dimmed, and another piece of tortoise shell fell, and another... until the last piece of tortoise shell fell, the crazily stirring spiritual energy of heaven and earth finally dissipated, and the tide remained the same, but it was weak and slowly receded.

The old man calmly took back the tortoise shell on the ground and wiped it carefully one by one. The dim tortoise shell was once again coated with a thin layer of spiritual light between his hands.

After doing all this, the old man closed his eyes again and sat still like an old monk, as if he had never woken up...

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Wake up feeling refreshed!

Mo Ranyi stretched out his arms, his bones crackling.

He was stunned for a moment, looking at his hands stupidly.

She just stretched casually, but her true energy gathered at her fingertips very naturally.

Switching to inner vision, I discovered to my horror that the golden elixir in my body had undergone incredible changes!
Jindan late stage!

What about dreaming?Or dreaming?Still dreaming! ! !
She suddenly jumped up from the bed, jumped to the ground, and looked at everything around her seriously.

Is it an illusion?Did she accidentally get into someone else’s shoes?

But it doesn't look like it at all.

Also, the changes in the body and the golden elixir are all real. Even if they are in an illusion, they will not be so real.

Mo Ranyi sat down again and thought seriously.

She didn't do anything. If she did, she had a good sleep.

Judging from the current weather, it was just noon, so at most I could only sleep a little longer.

But why did her cultivation level suddenly improve by leaps and bounds?

If sleeping can improve one's realm, then all cultivators will become the God of Sleep.

Mo Ranyi went crazy!

Even a little scared!

There was no ecstasy at being hit by a pie in the sky, but instead panic.

Her practice is not about dreaming. Can anyone explain to her what the hell is going on?

(End of this chapter)