The fire in the desert is full of spiritual power, but it is relatively irritable. However, after filtering through Pangu’s tree, it has become much more gentle, which is most suitable for Qi Xiuyuan to practice.

Fu Shiyi opened up three acres of spiritual fields and planted the main medicine for foundation building.

Although the main foundation-building medicine matures for a long time.

However, if she can find spiritual medicine to extract vitality, she can ripen. In this way, more people in the clan can build foundations. Once the power is great, the resources she finds will also increase.

In the next two months.

In addition to refining the Soul-Environment Pill for the Old Master every day.

I also began to practice "Qingyuan Sword Art".

After going down the mountain for ten years, she had already thoroughly studied the first three levels of her martial arts. Now what she has to do is to split her spiritual consciousness. The genealogy records that someone once traumatized himself because he could not bear the pain of the spiritual consciousness splitting, which is enough to show the degree of pain in it.

Fu Shiyi said to Qi Xiuyuan who was living downstairs and was about to stay in seclusion for a while, and then went back to her room. In order not to be disturbed, she specifically activated the isolation formation, lit the incense of concentration, and then exhaled the turbid air in her chest, and began to use the "Qingyuan Sword Technique" technique in her body.

The exercises are used for one cycle.

A golden big word suddenly appeared in the air little by little. As the exercises continued to operate, more and more golden big words appeared. After half a month, the whole room was golden, and unknown big words were arranged in a staggered manner in the room.

At this time, a trace of perseverance flashed across Fu Shiyi's face.

The mantra in his mouth changed.

The originally motionless golden words suddenly turned, like a whirlwind, gathering in one-centered and constantly gathering, and finally forming a flying sword that was only the size of an adult's thumb. The flying sword roared and slashed directly into Fu Shiyi's eyebrows.

"Um!"

In an instant, Fu Shiyi snorted violently, sweating flowed from his face, and his whole body trembled, but there were no scars outside his body.

Obviously, the golden flying sword just now split her spiritual consciousness!

Fu Shiyi shivered, grabbed the Yunling Pill placed beside him, and poured it into her mouth. Under the power of the Yunling Pill, her body slowly stopped shaking, but her face was still pale, and the cold sweat was still falling down!

After the bottle of Lingyun Pill is consumed.

Fu Shiyi picked up another bottle and poured it on.

As time goes by.

Three months later, the eight bottles of Lingling Pills that were originally placed on the ground were completely digested by Fu Shiyi. The pain on Fu Shiyi's face faded away little by little, and his face returned to normal.

I saw her silently chanting a spell.

The confined eyes suddenly opened, and the sword point swung forward, and a sword light about meter long roared out. Wherever the sword light swept, the wooden bench and bamboo chair instantly turned into nothingness. The sword light was still powerful, and it directly chopped on the second-level protective formation she arranged.

"Boom!" An explosion!

The entire protective formation shook violently, and it took a while before it stabilized again.

Fu Shiyi smiled with satisfaction:

"This Qingyuan Sword Mango is really powerful. In terms of power, the moment just now is probably equivalent to a strike by a foundation-building monk. It's not in vain that I have spent so much energy on research."

She is now just practicing Qi eighth level.

However, in conjunction with Xiaoqing's soul attack and the Qingyuan sword light, it was decided that an unguarded foundation-building monk could be killed.

This is also one of her trump cards.

She was in seclusion for nearly four months this time, but she didn't even come out to have the New Year's Eve dinner.

The New Year is over.

It was the eleventh year that she went down the mountain.

.........

Under the small wooden building.

The main foundation-building medicine of the three acres of spiritual fields has been germinated and grown by about two inches high. In the spiritual fields, an old man took Qi Xiuyuan to check the growth of the spiritual medicine.

When Qi Xiuyuan got up, he looked at Xiaomulou and said a little worriedly: "Great-grandfather, why didn't you come out yet? She has been in seclusion for more than half a year, nothing will happen, right?"

My great-grandfather was naturally Fu Shiyi's grandfather.

He woke up on the fourth day after Fu Shiyi's retreat.

The old man smiled at Qi Xiuyuan with his hands behind his back: "Silly child, monks have been in seclusion for at least a year or two, and at most decades. You will know when you enter the Qi training period after the New Year."

This inn is full of fire and spiritual power.

Qi Xiuyuan practiced the "The Emperor Burning Art". With the qualifications of the two spiritual roots, under the guidance of the old man, his cultivation speed has improved by leaps and bounds. Now he is at the eighth level of the innate level. Obviously, he can quickly lure the qi into his body and become a real cultivator.

After checking the elixir, the old man told Qi Xiuyuan a few more words, and his body flashed and disappeared.

Qi Xiuyuan looked out the tree enviously:

"I would have like this if I had such cultivation. At least I wouldn't let myself be trapped in this tree house all day long."

After the old man woke up, he often went to the desert to explore.

He has low skills and is embarrassed to speak if he wants to go. If he is not careful, he will become a drag.

Qi Xiuyuan sighed, and after returning to his room, he took out the relics of his grandmother. He saw him take a knife and cut a cut on his index finger. The blood ticked onto the rag. When the blood descended, a deep red light flashed through it.

The blood that fell on it was sucked completely.

Qi Xiu saw that the rag still had no reaction and couldn't help but mutter:

"I have sucked my blood for several years, why hasn't there been any change?"

He thought about it.

The knife in his hand waved hard, and a larger wound leaked out, and blood shot under the rag with a slight slap.

A trace of perseverance flashed across Qi Xiuyuan's face.

Obviously, a great decision was made.

He picked up the rag in his left hand and directly covered his bleeding wound. The moment the rag came into contact with the wound, Qi Xiuyuan's face changed.

I saw that the blood in his body seemed to be guided.

Crazy towards the rag.

In just a moment, Qi Xiuyuan felt the blood in his body sucking clean. After absorbing enough blood, the rag automatically suspended in the air. Rows of dense runes appeared on the rag. Before Qi Xiuyuan could see clearly, they suddenly turned into a stream of light and entered his body from his wound.

Qi Xiuyuan snorted in pain.

Then he fainted straight on the ground.

So at the same time.

The old man who was exploring outside suddenly changed his expression. He suddenly looked into the sky and saw that the three suns in the sky suddenly disappeared, and the entire desert fell into darkness.

"Oops!"

The old man's heart thumped, he took off his flying sword and rushed back quickly.

...........

Inside the Pangu tree house.

When Fu Shiyi was in seclusion and opened the door, his eyebrows were frowning. The fire spirit in the air was disappearing at an extremely fast speed, and a stream of yin and cold air seemed to pour out from the void.

The whole tree house.

It suddenly became gloomy.

And the floating red flag was seen showing four big words on it bit by bit.
Chapter completed!