Cultivation of Immortals: Starting from Burning Paper for Grandpa

The sea of ​​consciousness is intact, but the power of consciousness is exhausted.

The golden elixir is as full and stable as the sun, the orifices are as bright as the stars, and the meridians are unimpeded.

The realm of the first level of Jindan is still there.

But it can only display the cultivation base of the foundation building layer.

"So, is there some kind of law that exists in this space that suppresses my realm?"

Yang Fan was not sure, recalling the scene of the floating city in the air before, he immediately concentrated on checking his soul again.

really!

There is something more above the soul, and a purple ribbon-like airflow surrounds it.

Two fingers wide, dark purple.

Yang Fan's expression was serious. It was the first time he saw the floating city in the sky, and he had red thread toxin in his body.

But the toxin was light red, and at first it was less than a finger wide, and after being stripped and condensed by the Qiankun Lihun Array, it was only as thick as cotton thread.

"Because of the short distance in the canyon, the poisoning is deeper?"

"Why is it purple this time?"

"Is the suppression of the realm related to this purple poison?"

"Also, why did the sights I saw and the feelings I felt were completely different..."

Yang Fan's thoughts were confused, and the feeling of fear left in his heart by the scene of "Future Scene" still lingers in his heart until now.

"It's not difficult to stabilize the toxin with my current spiritual strength, but if you want to refine it, you still have to use a formation to peel it off, and you have to find other people as soon as possible."

Yang Fan took out his mobile phone from the storage ring and looked at the time. He deduced that he was sucked into the floating city in the sky and fell into a coma for one to two hours.

"Recover your consciousness and vitality first."

Five hours later, Yang Fan's body was filled with vitality and returned to the peak state of the golden core stage, but he could still only display the strength of the foundation building layer.

It is difficult to recover the consciousness. Whether it is refining Mengpo soup or the remnant soul of a monster, it takes a lot of time. It will take at least a month or two to return to the peak. The current perception distance of the consciousness can exceed 200 meters, which is equivalent to building The level of the first and second floors.

After leaving the tree hole, the outside is the same as the scene I saw before, lifeless, it seems that even time is still.

Yang Fan restrained his breath, let go of his consciousness, and carefully flew towards the ruins in front of him.

There are endless broken walls and ruins, and on the collapsed giant stone pillars one by one, you can vaguely see all kinds of dragon and phoenix totem carvings, which are covered beyond recognition by the gaps cut by knives and swords.

It is hard to imagine how fierce the battle was, and it destroyed such a palace group that was once destined to be extremely magnificent so thoroughly.

Hall of Mental Cultivation, Fenghe Pavilion...

Yang Fan recognized a few names on some jade plaques, but he couldn't find any useful things or clues. Many utensils looked intact and free from dust, but they turned into dust with a slight touch.

There were no living beings, no bones.

It wasn't until they flew more than 3 meters that they saw a relatively complete half of the main hall lying among the ruins.

Wanbao Pavilion.

Yang Fan landed, slowly searched in, and the place he passed was full of mess.

Overturned copper stoves, pieces of jade slips, jade bottles of various sizes, elixir with dull luster, incomplete and broken magic tools...

Although the spiritual energy in this space is thin, it is not as exhausted as Lan Xing's. I don't know how long it took to make these instruments completely lose their spirituality.

Yang Fan picked up a long sword and examined it carefully. Just by looking at the runes on it, he knew that the level was not low, at least it was a high-level treasure, or even a spirit treasure.

"Pity……"

Not only did the runes lose their effect, but even the materials lost their divinity, and could only be used as scrap iron.

Yang Fan shook his head, and put the jade slips into the storage ring.

Other things can't be used, but the jade slips can. Although the content of the imprint inside has disappeared, the materials of the jade slips can be easily recovered under the rich spiritual energy, and can be used to engrave and imprint other things.

Suddenly, Yang Fan felt a warning sign, and turned his head to look at the corner of the wall more than ten meters away, where the wall collapsed into rubble, and one of them moved.

After concentrating on it for a moment, he waved out the Qinggang dagger and was about to slash it, when a black light rushed out and flew out of the hall at an extremely fast speed.

It seems to be a piece of black flaky artifact, more than 20 centimeters long.

"Innate Spirit Treasure?" Yang Fan couldn't help exclaiming, he was stunned for a while, his face showed ecstasy, and he dodged to catch up.

On top of Lingbao, there is Xiantian Lingbao. The difference is that the former is refined after the day after tomorrow, while the latter is born congenitally, or the congenital spirit is hidden in the magic weapon.

Magical artifacts will be worn out if they are used frequently, and if they are not used, they need to be constantly nourished with blood and spiritual energy, otherwise, it will be like a house that is not inhabited for a long time, and the power will be greatly reduced when the grade drops.

The reason why Lingbao is called Lingbao is because there is a spirit in it, with independent consciousness, which can absorb the energy of heaven and earth by itself to maintain the divinity of the magic weapon.

Some special high-level treasures are also sealed into spirits by monks to enhance their power and durability. They are called psychic treasures.

But after all, it is an acquired refinement. If it goes through a long period of time without being cultivated and maintained by monks, it will eventually become a mortal thing.

Only the innate spirit treasure, the spirit of the weapon inside is a creature born innately, unless the spirit of the weapon is killed, it will be immortal.

The Tianzhao Lantern that Yang Fan had obtained before was an Acquired Spiritual Treasure, but due to the long-term exhaustion of the blue star's spiritual energy, the artifact spirit inside had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Even so, it took less than one-tenth of his vitality to be sucked dry, and to exert that level of power, one can imagine how strong the Xiantian Lingbao will be.

"It's a great opportunity!"

Yang Fan was excited, and started chasing the escaping light in front of him at full speed.

Just now he sensed that there was a faint wave of spiritual consciousness coming from the magic weapon shaped like a ruler, with nervous emotions.

In the case that all the instruments and elixir have lost their spirituality, it can still be preserved intact and escape. The possibility of innate spiritual treasure is extremely high, at least it is also a relatively high-level acquired spiritual treasure.

But fortunately, there was a big battle here, and it took such a long time, and most of the spirits in the magic weapon were damaged, otherwise it would be good not to be killed by the opponent, let alone chasing.

"Don't run, I won't hurt you!" Yang Fan sent out a divine thought.

As a result, the other party seemed to be frightened and flew away faster, out of his sight in the blink of an eye.

Yang Fan flipped his palm over and took six pictures of the amulets on his body, only then did he see the shadow of Wu Guang.

At this moment, he regretted giving Shen Xintong the three teleportation talismans refined by his grandfather.

The congenital spiritual treasure, the temptation is too great, it is a heaven-defying treasure that is difficult for an immortal to hold.

If you can catch it and get the other party's approval to follow it, its value is even far more than an extra life.

"You don't need to run away, I won't hurt you."

"You're injured, you can't recover from the thin aura here, I'll take you out to help you heal..."

Yang Fan kept sending out divine thoughts, but he never got a response.

One black and one red two escaping lights chased in the gray space, forgetting the time and the distance.

Until Yang Fan used up the last piece of Shenxingfu, he watched Wu Guang disappear into a piece of ruined walls, and he could no longer perceive its existence.

"..."

Yang Fan stopped in mid-air with a dejected look on his face, as if lost.

It took a long time before he smiled wryly and shook his head to the ground, murmuring to comfort himself: "Oh, I don't have a chance, if I don't suppress my cultivation, maybe I still have a chance to catch up."

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