Cultivation of Immortals: Starting from Burning Paper for Grandpa

"Ow~"

"Boom~Boom~Boom~"

From the right came the howling of monsters and violent vitality fluctuations, the red mist billowed, and someone was fighting.

Li Yinwan and the others turned their heads to look at it, ignored it, and continued to move forward.

They have also killed several monsters along the way, eight levels of Qi training, nine levels of Qi training, one level of foundation building, three levels of foundation building... Either people with suitable cultivation levels will fight alone, or several people will join forces to fight .

There were also obvious fresh bloodstains and the breath of monsters left in some places. It was obvious that Yang Fan, who was walking in front, cleared away too many monsters that were stronger than them.

"The vitality in the body is getting more and more unsmooth, and it is estimated that it can only display [-]% of its combat power at most."

Zhang Xiao looked solemn, and threw a Qi Gathering Pill into his mouth, "I don't know how far Eldest Brother has come."

At this moment, 3000 meters ahead of them, Yang Fan's five golden elixirs gathered together.

There is a 20-meter-wide Qingming zone here, which is not wrapped in red mist, just like a dividing line that cuts off the Grand Canyon.

The five looked at each other and shook their heads, but they didn't find any trace of the 'Blu-ray Man'.

Ye Yuanqing squinted at the red mist surging in front of the dividing line from time to time, and there were streaks of white sword light raging inside.

"[-] meters, nearly one-third of the distance of the canyon, and further ahead is the really dangerous central area. At the beginning, Jindan Dzogchen monks only lasted for half an hour at most before being injured and forced to retreat."

Yang Fan remembered seeing a few words of description in the Zhou family library: "There is a formation inside?"

Ouyang Lie nodded and looked at Monk Fayan, "Master Fayan went in before."

Fa Yan clasped his hands together, "Amitabha, is a five-element killing formation, which hides countless sword qi. Its power has just reached the golden core stage, but it is difficult to dodge due to the suppression of spiritual consciousness."

Ye Yuanqing then said: "That's right, there is a huge force in it, the deeper it is, the stronger it is, the eye of the formation should be on the other side, so we can only force our way in. It is said that a Nascent Soul cultivator once went in, but he never came out again. I don't know life or death." .”

Li Quanzhen looked around, looked up at the sky, and finally looked ahead, "I don't know what happened. It should be calm inside, but now there are red mist waves and sword energy flashing. Could it be that someone is rushing into the formation?"

Everyone thought of 'Blu-ray Man' and exchanged glances.

Ye Yuanqing: "Why don't you go in and try?"

Ouyang Lie: "It seems that the suppression of the consciousness by the red mist inside has become much weaker. Now I can perceive it for nearly 30 meters."

The others nodded in agreement.

However, Yang Fan's consciousness can extend more than 100 meters, and he can see the sword energy inside more clearly.

After a long time, Fa Yan said: "The poor monk has some experience, go in and have a look, and trouble fellow Taoists to line up outside."

"Master be careful."

A golden light floated all over Fa Yan's body, but it disappeared in a flash.

Immediately, the red mist rolled up, and streaks of sword energy flew out like lightning, and layers of vitality surged out.

Fa Yan's figure kept moving, and soon exceeded the perception range of Ye Yuanqing and others.

Yang Fan saw that when he rushed to more than 80 meters, he seemed to be stuck in a mud, his speed was much slower, and he was hit by several sword qi within ten seconds.

After 4 minutes, the figure flashed, and Fa Yanfei retreated to the ground, his complexion was a little pale, and there were many cracks in the monk's robe on his body.

After taking a long breath, Fa Yan said: "I'm ashamed, I can only go to more than a hundred meters, and I can't go further. The further you go, the stronger the power of the formation. I don't know how wide the area of ​​​​this formation is."

Ye Yuanqing: "Master is humble, why should he be ashamed, the last time the master went in, he lasted less than 2 minutes, but this time it lasted more than 4 minutes, which is an improvement beyond my reach."

Li Quanzhen: "It seems that this trip will return in vain."

Yang Fan thought for a while and said, "I'll go in and try."

Ouyang Lie and the others looked at each other, and were also curious about Yang Fan's real combat power. Qin Ben's last test did not have a definite result.

"Yang Daoyou is careful, don't force it."

Yang Fan nodded, and a red light ball appeared around him, stepping into the red mist.

"How long do you think he can last?" Ouyang Lie sent a voice transmission.

Li Quanzhen: "Yang Daoyou's realm is hard to figure out, I don't know if there is something hidden."

Ye Yuanqing: "According to speculation, it should be at the first or second level of the Golden Core, but Qin Ben's ability is as good as the fifth level of the Golden Core, and he is sure to win. If it is a leapfrog confrontation, it is too incredible. Qin Ben's combat power is obvious to all. You will be able to leapfrog and fight..."

While a few people were discussing through sound transmission, Yang Fan in the red mist had slowly adapted, holding the aperture to 50 meters, completely beyond their perception.

He urged Kunpeng's swimming method to suddenly accelerate, rushing out 300 meters with the momentum of a horizontal push, and stopped at 350 meters.

If someone outside saw him rushing into battle like this, his eyeballs would probably fall to the ground in shock.

With the addition of great strength, Yang Fan felt like he was carrying a huge mountain on his back, but the surrounding sword energy was faster and more lethal, hitting the red protective shield with an 'aggressive' sound.

Stabilizing his body, Yang Fan sped up the "Xuantian Suppressing Prison Art", the golden core in the dantian was ups and downs, gushing out majestic vitality and then condensed a layer of shield to resist the sword energy, and walked forward at the speed of ordinary people.

20 meters, 50 meters, 100 meters...

When he reached 700 meters, beads of sweat fell from Yang Fan's forehead, his clothes were completely soaked, and the strength around him had multiplied several times.

The surrounding sword energy became more and more rapid and dense, breaking the protective mask several times, leaving bloodstains on his body.

After panting for a while, Yang Fan tried his best to run the exercises, mobilized the vitality in the golden core, all the acupoints and meridians, propped up a blue-red light ball, and continued to move forward with difficulty.

One step at a time.

Five meters, ten meters, two meters...

Previously more than 300 meters, one rush, only two or three minutes.

But now it took a full hour and a half to walk 150 meters.

"How far is it?"

Yang Fan wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked forward, the impenetrable sword light split the red mist like burning red smoke.

"Persist for another [-] meters, and you should have reached the limit of your body's endurance. By then, you will be able to break through to the second floor of the golden core..."

ponder for a moment.

Yang Fan took out the gourd and sent it to his mouth. A mouthful of spiritual liquid entered his body. Under the operation of the exercises, it turned into vitality and rushed towards the meridians, acupoints, and limbs. It circulated in a circle and gathered in the dantian, which made him feel the pressure all over his body. Yi Song, with bright eyes, continued to move forward.

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Outside the formation, the eyes of the four Golden Cores flickered.

"It's been almost two hours..."

"I'm afraid it's already too bad."

"If you can't get through, you should be able to get out."

"Amitabha, I'm afraid that Fellow Daoist Yang will go deeper and the pressure will increase sharply, and it will be too late to retreat."

"What should we do now?"

"Wait a minute."

There was a sound from behind, and six young monks came running.

"Grandfather!" Ye Dongxue in fluttering white clothes shouted to Ye Yuanqing, surprised that there is such a large area without red mist.

After that, others also arrived one after another.

Many people's clothes were stained with blood, but their faces were filled with smiles, obviously they all gained a lot.

Not seeing Yang Fan, Li Yinwan asked aloud: "Seniors, is my elder brother here yet?"

The venue was quiet for a while, and Ye Yuanqing explained the situation.

Li Yinwan, who knew the dangerous formation ahead, froze for a moment, looked at Zhang Xiao, and the two looked at each other.

The golden elixir Dzogchen monks only persisted for half a quarter of an hour before being injured and came out. The master monk in front of him came out quickly after entering. The elder brother seems to be the golden elixir?

It's been two hours.

Li Yinwan bowed solemnly to the four golden elixirs, "Please help me, seniors, enter the formation to see if my elder brother is still there. If, if the elder brother has fallen, please seniors bring his body out."

Zhang Xiao bowed down, "Senior, please help!"

The four of Zhuge Jin looked at each other and bowed their heads in pleading.

Ye Dongxue's eyes flickered slightly, she shook Ye Yuanqing's arm, and called softly, "Grandfather."

The four golden elixirs exchanged glances, and Ye Yuanqing said, "Forget it, let me go in."

Li Quanzhen, who was on the fifth floor of the Golden Core, said, "I'll go."

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