A few months later, Jinyang Fudi.

Fang Yuan lies in the water of the poisonous pool, hands on the edge of the pool, as if the hot springs, the face will show the color of enjoyment.

"Ten refining realm, I am afraid I can reach it today!"

He opened his eyes and looked a little excited.

Regarding this assessment event, Fang Yuan’s heart was still relatively calmly accepted.

If you are in a mess, you can't avoid it. Even if you are hiding in the wasteland of the West, you must always log in to the dream world. Is there any intercommunication with other dreamers?

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes!

No matter what organization, this set will be indispensable, just like the big ones after the chessboard, most of them are climbed from the chess pieces. The only difference is the length of time.

For this time, since it is within the rules, it will only be followed.

Within the real dreamland, a dragon ball is constantly rising and falling, and the light is released. A large amount of information is revealed, and it is sorted out in different categories.

Long-distance from the saints is not a manifestation of the power of the Holy Spirit. Some cultivation feelings have made Fang Yuan feel that he has benefited a lot, not to mention a few sorts of sleepwalking skills, which is to make Fang Yuanru a treasure.

"It’s just the middle level, there is such a level of information..."

Fang Yuan looked at a manuscript about the positioning of different worlds and the key points of sleepwalking. The above-mentioned slogan is in-depth and simple, and it is better than the secrets circulating in the dream world.

I am afraid that even the monks of the June 7th Party of the Confederation will be difficult to obtain.

But at this time, it is all for the accumulation of their own.

"This long distance from the saints seems to be very good at dreaming around the world... all kinds of tactics, just predecessors have not thought about it, talents ah ... I don't know what secrets are contained in the core information?"

Fang Yuan extracted a method to explain how to intercept the true spirit of the dreamer in a different world, cut off the last trace of vitality, and let go of the light in the eyes and carefully study it.

Unknowingly, several hours have passed, and a pool of poisonous water has been crystal clear.

He came to the shore and shook his body with water droplets. Under a subtle force transmission, he swept across the body and there was no residue in the water.

After the water mist rises, the skin is like jade, and it looks like a layer of gold and iron.

"A hundred poisonous gold body, ten refining stage, finally completed!"

Fang Yuan spit out a long breath, a fist, and the bones burst.

"With the power of pure flesh, against the power of Tongmai Wuzong! Only such a body can bear the blood of the ancestral witch!"

Can not sleep to harvest other worlds, the only one that can greatly enhance the strength in the short term, only the ancestors and blood.

Of course, although this treasure is good, but it also needs to bear the roots, replaced by the ordinary Wu Zong, even if the Tongmai Wuzong, if it is not good, it will explode and die.

Fang Yuan also made several experiments, only to finally test the bottom line of the refining and bloodline - the body that is strong enough, at least the strength of the decade of gold!

The flesh is the power of the elite, and the power of Wu Zong is completely different.

But it doesn't matter. Fang Yuan has a practice that specializes in the flesh.

In the mind, the red blood spar in the real dream blasts, turning into the blood of the blood and blending into the body.

"Well……"

Fang Yuan bit his teeth and his face looked awkward.

Under his skin, the cyan squirming, like a snake, even the muscles swell, the whole person was a big circle and turned into a little giant.

"It's not a sorcerer's blood, this power... too powerful!"

He muttered in his heart, although the body almost collapsed, but the powerful mind is ice-hearted, not moved by the outside influence, ordering everything in an orderly manner.

Hey!

A layer of gold and iron ray shrouded the whole body, precisely because of the golden body of the ten refining, it made him not burst into a **** moment.

But these are not enough.

With the injection of the blood of the ancestors, Fang Yuan suddenly felt that there were countless dragons, which surged in their blood vessels.

The power of the powerful blood is like a magma, destroying everything you see along the way.

Even with the guardian of the body of gold and iron, a lot of blood still appears at the bottom of the pores.

"This is... my blood was originally excluded. This ancestor is bloody, and he is overbearing. Is it going to change my mind to change the yuan? Unfortunately... what I want is only your strength!"

Fang Yuan's eyes are as light as electricity, and the four winds of the wind and the fire of the Zhou Dynasty are emerging. The four images of Tianhe form a prototype of a field and bless themselves.

Within Dan Tian, ​​the martial arts Yuan roared, rushing, continually wrapped around the power of the ancestors, began to work in the body for weeks.

Although the power of this ancestor is ridiculous and difficult to control, but the martial arts Yuan Lisheng is inexhaustible, with a lot of consumption, constantly infiltrating in the operation, every week down, it will slowly wipe out a little.

Three hundred weeks!

Six hundred weeks!

A thousand days!

......

Time does not know how long the past, suddenly, Fang Yuan was shocked, the body is full of strength, has already digested the ancestral blood.

Rolling open the general heat flow, suddenly soaking through the limbs, and itching and itching, instantly changing, alternating hot and cold, water and fire attack.

"This time... not changing the blood, but based on my original blood, swallowing the blood of the ancestors, there are so many problems!"

Fang Yuan thought very clearly that his deity was a big man after all, and he was not prepared to stay in the ancient world. Of course, he could not directly change his blood.

Besides, the power of this other world is not necessarily recognized by the world, and there may be repression.

Therefore, the best way to use it is to evolve and nourish the flesh as a nutrient for the flesh.

"The spirit of punishment, I have already been paralyzed, at this time to tame, but the last trace of this blood, come on!"

Fang Yuan Shen thought like a sword and broke into somewhere.

Bang!

The real dreams are shocked, and a large number of witchcraft inheritance emerges.

In his dantian, the last trace of the residual blood of the blood was also removed, and the original inflated body was concentrated.

Oh!

His brow was wrinkled, his hand was torn, and a layer of dark red blood was pulled from his body, as if a snake.

"Exactly, through this opportunity, it is also the quenching of the whole body, and it can also discharge some toxins..."

Fang Yuan brow wrinkled, and quickly stretched out, three or two will be wrapped around his **** tears, looking at a little bit of bronze skin, indulged.

After thoroughly digesting this silkworm's blood, the changes that have been brought to him are enormous.

At this time, the right hand gripped, and the broken sound of the screams came in the void, as if the void was compressed.

"This is... my physical strength? It seems that not only that..."

He can clearly feel that the two heat flows have been lurking in the eyes. As long as you move a little, you can use: "Fantastic magical power? Concentrate on the specificity of the martial arts sacred body, I enjoyed it in advance?"

With a swing, a water mirror condenses and reflects a godlike figure carved like a jade.

When Fang Yuan looked at it carefully, he saw the youth in the mirror, and the scorpion was faint, and another look was made. The pupil was instantly turned into gold, burning like a flame.

"Eyes eye?"

He looked at the outside world, his eyes immediately penetrated the temple, and even the law could not stop. He saw the various colors that were free between the heavens and the earth.

"Sure enough, is it better for me to open a abilities like Tianyantong?"

After looking at the work, Fang Yuan became a gentle, waveless, blind vision, with a smile on his lips: "This is a big version of the fire eye, the eyes of the fire?"

At this time, the property bar is called up, and it turns out that there is a huge change:

"Name: Fang Yuan

Fine: 96

Gas: 48

God: 60

Occupation: Dream Division

Repaired as: virtual sacred (four heavy), Wu Zong (five veins)

Skills: Giant Eagle Tieshigong [six layers (1%)], Baidu Lianjin body [10 refining], eight-door sword array [five swords (1%)]

Expertise: Medical Skills [Level 3], Implantation [Grade 5], Fire Eyes [Level 1]"

"The eyes of the fire: the ancestral sorcerer, from the five-level Dacheng fire eye, can look at the sky, identify the land robbery, check the six gas changes, break the nine-in-one! Currently a level!"

“Is it worth the sorcerer's blood, and the body is directly doubled?”

Fang Yuan looked at nearly one hundred yuan of fine data, and some sucked cold air: "I am afraid that my body at this time is not far from the martial arts sacred body? It is so horrible!"

This silk ancestor blood, after refining, in addition to adding a magical eye, but there is no end to the growth, but the foundation laid is the horror to the extreme!

"I am afraid that I can use the fist to teach them to be a man again!"

Fang Yuan carefully understands the strength of the flesh, and his heart is filled with joy: "Of course, the most important thing is cultivation! The martial arts are advancing. At this time, I have already laid a solid foundation, and I can completely enjoy it. How can rude be able to withstand it, and martial arts can advance by leaps and bounds!"

The vulgar is refining, and the flesh is naturally the foundation.

At this time, the physical strengthening is to turn the original mud road into a high-speed rail. With this foundation, it is only a matter of time before the development of various places.

"Breathe……"

Thinking of this, he went directly to the outside world and began to breathe deeply.

Huh!

Among the Jintian Fudi, there was a tornado, and the aura seemed to form a funnel, constantly pouring down.

Call for the wind! Suck into a swirl!

The strong lung capacity absorbs the emptiness, and even the entire 99-year-old Jinyang big array began to fluctuate.

"Adults...what is the cultivation of the gods..."

Under Yamada, Montaigne and Meng Guang looked up and looked at this scene like a god. Even if they were Wu Zong, some of their knees were soft, and the others around them were even more resistant and smashed into the ground.

Fang Yuan did not care so much.

Looking at the physical foundation, the progress of the giant eagle's iron body began to skyrocket, and my heart was full of joy.

50% - 75% - 100%!

In the meantime, the sixth thread is from nothing, and it comes out directly.

Even the potential of this body is far more than that, and it has launched a shock to a higher level.