Cultivation of Immortals: Starting from Burning Paper for Grandpa

Three months later.

Just when Yang Fan was about to lose confidence completely, the environment of Unknown Land finally changed.

The ruins come to an end.

30 meters ahead, a vast and boundless stone forest suddenly appeared.

The tall ones are more than [-] meters straight into the sky, the short ones are as tall as one person, the large ones are surrounded by a group of people like a rockery, and the small buckets are thick and thin like stone pillars, each standing up and down with irregular gaps.

There are countless shapes in different shapes, stretching vertically and horizontally, and there is a vast and simple atmosphere blowing towards our faces.

"Senior, look!" Fu Qiao was stunned for a moment, her face was shocked and then pleasantly surprised, apparently she also thought that the opportunity to leave had something to do with getting out of the ruins.

Yang Fan stopped, turned his head to look at the ruins behind him, and squinted his eyes to the front.

His spiritual consciousness has been released and extended, just now he clearly saw that it was still a ruined wall, and it turned into such a stone forest in the blink of an eye.

After confirming that it was not a hallucination, he took a deep breath and stepped in front of a stone pillar more than ten meters high.

"A formation..."

Yang Fan murmured in his heart, slowly panning and observing the stones in front.

Some are rough with potholes and hidden wind tunnels, while some are as flat and smooth as a mirror, but they are more like natural formation when cut with knives and axes.

There are complex patterns hidden on every stone, but most of them have been invaded by the years and have been blurred, making it impossible to distinguish.

After observing for a while, Yang Fan waved his hand and shot a series of attacking sword lights into the stone forest, like a stone sinking into the sea, without any waves or signs of danger.

"You go in." Yang Fan turned his head and said expressionlessly.

"..." Fu Qiao, who had a slight smile on her face, suddenly froze and quickly turned pale. She wanted to use herself as cannon fodder to scout the way. She bit her lips and begged, "Senior..."

"Didn't you say that you can do whatever I ask you to do?" Yang Fan looked into her eyes, "Are you going in by yourself, or am I controlling you?"

Fu Qiao's shoulders were slightly slumped, tears glistened in her eyes, she had no choice but to resist, so she could only say: "If there is a situation, please ask the senior to help the dimple."

After she finished speaking, she gritted her silver teeth and walked towards the stone forest with a long sword in hand.

One step, two steps, three steps...

The girl's body trembled slightly, and she walked cautiously as if walking on thin ice, ready to step back at any time, turning her head to look at Yang Fan every few steps, her eyes full of innocent begging.

After reaching ten meters, she turned her head and asked, "Senior, is it all right?"

Yang Fan's tone was calm and without any emotion: "Continue."

Fu Qiao clenched the long sword tightly with her right hand, and squeezed a white and tender show fist with her left hand, moving slowly.

Yang Fan made noises from time to time.

"Empty."

"bypass."

"expand the range."

"Boost."

"Release the attack."

Flying within a radius of 500 meters was no problem. A smile appeared on Fu Qiao's pretty face again, and she shouted, "Senior! Is it okay now? It should be safe inside!"

Yang Fan nodded, but didn't go in, but continued to check along the border of the stone forest, "Go to the other side and see if you can find something iconic."

"Yes, senior!" After turning around, Fu Qiao turned her head and said, "Senior Yang, Qiaoer doesn't blame you."

Half an hour later, Yang Fan, who didn't find any more clues, looked towards the boundary where the end point was, exhaled and walked back, preparing to enter the stone forest from the previous position.

Fu Qiao came flying with her sleeves fluttering, and said happily, "Senior, there is a stone tablet over there called 'Wan Falin'!"

"Wan Falin..."

Yang Fan repeated in a low voice, rolled up the girl and flew into the air, and arrived at the position she said in a moment, and saw a stone tablet that was half a meter wide and two meters long.

The stele leans on the ground, and a small part is buried in the ground. The word "Wan Falin" is engraved on it.

Yang Fan tried to probe into his consciousness, but there was nothing abnormal. He pondered for a while and had some guesses in his heart, and stepped in, followed closely by Fu Qiao.

As it goes deeper, the graphic signs on each stone are different.

Some are patterns, some are various plants and animal-shaped totems, and some are obviously the names of exercises, such as "Qinglian Sword Art".

"Wan Falin, each stone represents a kind of exercise?"

Yang Fan's heart was shaken, so there are more than [-] exercises here!

However, no matter how he probed with his divine sense, he could not know the specific content of the exercises in the stone.

"Or do you need a special method to open it?"

Until the depth of more than 3000 meters.

Yang Fan saw the first unusual stone, shaped like a door, engraved with the word 'array' on it, and there were faintly visible and transparent ripples flowing, just like the stone tablet at the border, which contained Dao Yun.

The difference is that there is an extra feeling of vertigo in the eyes.

"Senior, this one seems to be useful." Fu Qiao shook her head and said softly.

As soon as Yang Fan's spiritual sense penetrated in, there was a sharp pain in his mind, he hurriedly withdrew his spiritual sense, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he sighed secretly: so strong!

After thinking for a moment, he said to Fu Qiao, "Go look for it again and see if there is anything similar."

"Good senior."

After she left, Yang Fan sat down cross-legged in front of the stone gate, took a deep breath, and immersed himself in his spiritual consciousness again.

The stinging pain hit, like a series of real sword lights raging in the sea of ​​consciousness, stirring the entire sea of ​​consciousness upside down.

After only more than three minutes, Yang Fan couldn't bear to withdraw from his consciousness, and gasped for breath.

But there was a look of surprise on his face, and he suspected that what was hidden in the stone gate was a way to temper his spiritual consciousness.

He has practiced the "Hundred Refining Concentration Art", and the effect of tempering for a whole day is better than this short 3 minutes.

After a while, Yang Fan waved his hand to condense the isolation barrier, and continued to invade the spiritual consciousness towards Shimen.

Exit again after more than three minutes.

After repeating this, Yang Fan persisted for longer and longer, and his spiritual consciousness became more and more solid.

When the No.19 divine consciousness was immersed, the sword light in the sea of ​​consciousness dissipated and the pain disappeared.

Yang Fan opened his eyes, frowned, it didn't work anymore, he felt a bit anticlimactic, and muttered to himself: "It's not a skill for cultivating spiritual consciousness..."

There are two directions and four foundations for the cultivation of spiritual consciousness.

One is the sea of ​​consciousness, which is divided into two bases: the size of the capacity and the amount of consciousness. The expansion of the sea of ​​consciousness increases the capacity and accumulates the power of the consciousness. Using the consciousness will consume, but the capacity will not decrease. Yang Fan has changed from the initial water The depression reaches the level of the small lake.

One is the strength of consciousness, which is divided into two bases: the horizontal perception distance and the vertical solidification degree. The former relies on the amount of consciousness to support the perception distance, but the latter, which represents lethality, is the same as the capacity of the sea of ​​consciousness. Power consumption decreases.

In other words, the lethality of the divine sense at a certain stage is ten, even if the sea of ​​consciousness is consumed, as long as there is still, the strength of the released attack will not be weakened.

And the Shimen in front of him only tempered the degree of solidification of the spiritual consciousness, increasing the endurance and lethality of the spiritual consciousness.

It is not an orthodox method of cultivating divine consciousness.

"It's enough. In just a short period of time, the power of my consciousness has increased by at least [-]%..."

Yang Fan shook his head and smiled, feeling that he was a little greedy, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was not that simple, so he immersed himself in his spiritual consciousness and tried again.

The brain was clear for a while, and then a voice like Huang Zhong Dalu resounded in his mind, and then a series of light gates flashed quickly in his mind.

"Ok?"

Yang Fan's heart moved, and he suddenly understood that the next step was the real exercise, and he immediately concentrated on comprehending it.

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