In fact, it is insomnia, it is better to say that there is no sleepiness.

It seems to start from his own compression magic.

Just soothing Larissa, Chen Yi went back to the bedroom and looked at Fali, who was also asleep.

Chen Yun plans to enter the river map, and strive to completely reduce the magic in the river map.

Just entering the river, Chen Su suddenly felt a pain in his forehead.

Then the insomnia for many days was cured without medication.

When Chen Yan woke up again, it was already five days later.

"Old man, you're crazy, it's so heavy to start with." Chen Yan covered his back.

Even after such a long time in the past, Chen Kun still felt heavy on his back, as if hanging a hundred-ton scale.

"Your kid really dares to come here." Lao Yao looked at Chen Yan with a look of hatred for iron and steel.

"What happened to me?" Chen Ye looked at Lao Ye in a puzzled manner.

"What's the magic in your left arm?"

"Oh ... this is the way I figured out." Chen Yan said his thoughts and intentions again.

The old man's eyes changed when he looked at Chen Huan, that was the look of worship.

However Chen Chen knew that Lao Chen would never worship himself.

Just kidding, can an elephant worship an ant?

"You are so good, does your family know?"

"I can't do this?" Chen Yan asked.

"I have never seen anyone who dared to cultivate like you from ancient times to the present, and there are no demons, anyway, it is your best."

"No, at the beginning you also said that I hope that I can create the exercises and go out of my own way." Chen Xun looked at the old one in wonder: "Why now I come up with a method myself, and you pour cold water on me again."

"Nonsense. If you want to create your own method, you need to have a profound knowledge of magic and Taoism, and then gradually improve and explore to create a set of exercises. As a result, your exercises have not been created. The road went awry. "

"Crooked? You mean I went into a demon?"

"I don't know, if you continue to cultivate and grow step by step, I can give you pointers, but now you have taken a path that I can't understand by compression. I mean you can't give pointers," said the old man.

"Isn't that just compressing the magic? What's the big deal? How to cultivate like this?"

"Do you think you just squeezed the magic?"

"Otherwise?" Chen Yan didn't think it was a big deal.

"The magic of your right arm is specious now. I don't know what it means to be magic or magic," said Old Man.

"No, I didn't feel any change in magic, and I didn't feel any change when I was fighting."

"Because you don't have enough strength now, you can't feel anything deeper, but I can feel it. Your left arm is no longer magical."

"What then? I'll let the magic go?"

"Did you get rid of it?" The old man looked at Chen Wei with amusement. "With your little world's recovery speed, how much magic you shed, you will immediately add as much magic."

"Forget it, wrong is wrong, wrong is wrong, you can't let me chop off my left arm." Chen Huan was indifferent: "I will compress the magic of the whole body first."

"It's okay, things are irreversible anyway. Let me see how you do it. In theory, this compression will not change the structure of magic."

Chen Yan began to perform magic compression in front of Lao Chen.

Chen Yun just finished a magic compression of his chest, and the old man pointed his finger a little. Chen Yan's chest suddenly lost a large piece of meat.

The painful Chen Yan was sweating coldly, and he opened his mouth and scolded, "Old man, why are you so hard?"

The old man picked a piece of flesh on Chen Ying's chest with his fingers, and his face was suspicious.

"Strange thing, there seems to be nothing special about the process of compressing your magic. Why does the taste change after the compression is completed?"

Chen Yan waited for his chest to heal, and then began to compress the magic again.

The old man has been studying Chen Chen's big breasts.

Chen Ye didn't know what he was studying.

A month has passed and Chen Yan has reduced the magic of his body by 90%.

But the small piece of meat on the old man's finger was still as bright as ever.

Chen Yun was about to speak, and the old woman suddenly threw Chen Yu's piece of meat into her mouth.

This move scared Chen Kun: "I'm going, old man, you won't want to eat me."

"Go away, old man, I'm not in the mood to joke with you." Old Man stared at Chen Ye.

Chen Zhe's magic compression seems to make Lao Zhe fall into a bottleneck.

He couldn't figure out what went wrong.

To say that it is just magic compression, the old man can do it with one finger.

However, even though Lao Yu himself compressed the magic power, she only changed the quality of the magic power and did not change the essence of the magic power.

This change is likely to come from Chen Yan himself.

"Old man, what's wrong with you?" Chen Ye looked at Lao Ye with a sad look.

"Maybe you're right." The old uncle said this for a long time.

"What do you mean?"

"For thousands of years in the river, the world is vicissitudes, and I have forgotten my old ambitions."

"Old man, don't you be neurotic, or should I get you a psychiatrist in?" Chen Ye looked at Old Man anxiously.

"Go, I'm normal, old man." Old man stared at Chen Ye.

"Then how did you do this? You were obviously abnormal during this time."

"For cultivation, the east calls it spiritual power, and the west calls it magic power. But in general, it doesn't make any difference. Even if I have cultivated in the river for ten thousand years, the essence of magic power cannot be changed. The difference is only It depends on the size, but the magic power of your kid may no longer be called magic power or spiritual power. "

"What's the name?" Chen Ye didn't understand what Old Ye said, "Don't you call it divine power?"

"Yes, the West calls it divine power, and the east calls it Xianli."

"Don't be funny, it's as if I'm about to get soared." Chen Yan looked disgusted.

"I'm not joking, and what you said is soaring, but you don't know how many times you are far away from flying." Laohua glanced at Chen Hua: "Laohua, my only chance to leave Hetu It's soaring, and now it's your turn. "

Chen Yan snorted: "I'm not a Tang Monk, old man, don't look at me like that."

"Get off, old man. I need to understand the mystery of your body. Why does magic become compressed by you?"

"But after all, is this fairy power useless?"

"Cleaning the veins and awakening the magical powers, just like the ancient gods."

"Old man, you are getting more and more mysterious, I always feel that your words are not reliable." Chen Ye was a little hairy: "The ancient gods said that Shou Yuan is definitely more than you, they do n’t even have **** left now, I It's probably not better than them. Even if you practice, you might be able to hang them. "