As soon as he got here, Fang Cun felt a certain throbbing.

It was a kind of magic power that made him cultivate, and he felt a little active and boiling. He could be sure that if he cultivated that magic power with his true body, then at this time, he would definitely feel a kind of heartfelt feeling. Joy, and... longing!

Turning his head and looking, the look of those around him also proved this.

It's just that Fang Cun felt more than this desire.

Just like in the depths of his soul, there was another thing, waking up slightly, as if he couldn't wait to wake up. Although Fang Cun noticed something was wrong and immediately suppressed it, he still understood what was behind it. That is another thing he hid in the soul. During the song, he inherited from the old demon, and it recorded the magic method of the Demon Sect Dao, the Great Prison Scripture of Yin and Yang!

"It can actually induce the yin and yang Great Prison Scriptures to give birth to induction, and this place is indeed the line of the Demon Sect..."

Fang Cun had an answer in his heart, and he also confirmed one thing.

The yin-yang prison scripture that the old demon passed to him was indeed problematic.

He must be hiding something inside.

If it is a simple yin and yang prison scripture, it is only words and principles, and it will not have any induction.

There must be some will, or something spiritual, that will make one feel this kind of awakening and joy.

"It's just right. With this incident, I can also pull out this thing..."

"..."

Fang Cun thought secretly, walking down the trail.

It can be seen that this trail is facing the first tall palace in a valley.

The whole palace is black and the material is unknown, but it can be felt that the whole palace is entwined with a cold and harsh atmosphere, as if it was buried in an ice cave for a long time, and it was suddenly dug out. There is no feeling of dispelling the Yin Qi.

There are strands of black shadows floating around, looming, as if holding a sword guarding the palace.

It looks like a soldier who has died but is still unwilling to disperse.

When he came straight to the gate of the palace, the gate of the palace opened silently.

It looked like someone inside was pulling the door of the palace open.

But with a glance, you can see that the hall is quiet, and there is no ghost.

This gives people a feeling, as if the hall itself has a certain spirituality.

...

...

"Between these valleys, there are at least a hundred similar halls, with similar forms..."

"What the **** is this?"

"In other words, when the Great You was destroyed, it is said that Daxia established the Dao, and the Immortal Emperor set the capital as a song..."

"In other words, Dayou's imperial capital has disappeared, and it has not been inherited by Daxia..."

"So, where did the emperor of Da You go again?"

"Are these these?"

"...Is the little sect master of our mountain sect now in one of the halls?"

"..."

I quickly thought about what I saw and heard all the way, and turned them into my own control as much as possible.

Then Fang Cun stepped across the threshold without hesitation and entered the hall.

When I entered, I found that these halls were surprisingly large. They looked a little bit cramped from the outside, but from the inside, they were nearly a hundred feet wide. At a glance, you can tell that mustard seeds were used when the hall was built. The way...

And this kind of method is also unique to the Dayou imperial family.

Before Fang Cun cultivated the Eight Treasure Gourd in Chaoge, he was praised by the world because he reproduced this method.

On the wall, there are portraits.

Those portraits can't be real, they can only be vague, seeing the figures sitting cross-legged one after another.

After careful inspection, I didn't find that they had vitality.

And Fang Cun stood in front of the wall, looking like he was looking at the palace, but other people behind him followed, and the movements were different, especially those who seemed to be not the first time, they came to the portrait. , They subconsciously wanted to sit cross-legged, but because Fang Cun was still standing there, they were also inexplicably nervous, so they hesitated to hold back and just looked at Fang Cun.

Fang Cun sighed, and slowly sat down in front of a phantom in the middle.

The others were relieved and hurriedly sat down.

...

...

"Inexplicably, how did I become the leader?"

Fang Cun muttered in his heart, revealing an imperceptible triumphant smile: "Dominant spirit?"

It was also at this time that two rows of white lanterns floated outside the hall, and the will came to the front of the hall. Seeing these people who entered the hall, they had already taken the initiative to sit down, and I felt a little moved that the quality of this group of people was extremely high. Then a faint voice sounded: "Feel the true meaning, since the beginning of the search, when you awaken your true self, you can leave, or...get the good fortune of entering the abyss of refinement..."

His voice was extremely faint, and slowly disappeared.

It was also at this time that the hall door behind Fang Cun and others quietly closed.

"So simple?"

Fang Cun thought to himself, and saw the painting in front of him.

It seems that I need to figure out what is in this painting...

At this time, sooner or later, others have already settled.

Fang Cun sensed their actions, and first stared at the portrait earnestly, as if divine consciousness was about to flow into it, interacting with it, and then slowly closed his eyes, but divine consciousness flew from his forehead, still with that. Blurred portraits are linked together.

Some people who enter the steadily quickly can clearly feel that the devilish energy in them is constantly growing...

"In my opinion, they are growing devilishly..."

"But if they look at it from their own perspective, I'm afraid they will only feel that their cultivation base is soaring..."

"..."

Fang Cun figured out the point, thinking about it.

With every breath, this devilish energy grows by one point, I'm afraid it might not be comparable to ordinary people's hard work for one month!

In other words, these people came here, even if they only stayed for one day, the increase in cultivation base was terrifying.

No wonder they feel that this is good fortune...

"It's just that the cultivation base cannot be obtained out of thin air..."

Fang Cun raised his head and looked at the vague portrait~lightnovelpub.net~ only felt that there seemed to be a certain will in the demon body he was cultivating. He was hoping that he would quickly separate out his spiritual consciousness and sense the mood in the portrait. Incorporate something into your body.

"So, this is actually... spreading?"

"..."

The cultivation base of the Qi refiner is just a few paths.

One is to breathe out, one is to swallow a pill and take medicine, and then to study to nourish the qi, or be passed on by an expert.

Several other methods are slow in progress.

Even to swallow a pill and take medicine, you have to refining the pill yourself to improve a little.

Therefore, there is only one last method that can make one's cultivation base grow so quickly, and that is pass!

Incorporate the cultivation of others into your own body!

The only problem is that now, this person who is passing through the mana is not serious...