No one has opened the slogan of slaughtering all Taoist cultivators in the Tianxian Realm of the Capital, but more and more Taoist cultivators in the entire system have been charged with various crimes and then killed.

Fang Yan suddenly felt that the people in this world were simply a bunch of madmen, but then he thought that it seemed that he was driving them crazy, and then he felt a strong sense of guilt towards those dead and tortured compatriots.

What can he do at this time?

He couldn't even return to his old career and secretly helped those people, because in such a sensitive period, it was too easy to arouse suspicion.

And in that illusion array, which is their base at this time, he is the only one who can walk outside in a swagger.

Fang Yan did not hide everything he saw and heard from the outside world. Gradually, everyone in the illusion array was full of anger, and he, the one who witnessed it, was naturally even more angry.

Only when he turns his attention to practice will he become calm.

Then, without warning, he ushered in another major turning point in his life.

Over the years, he has never stopped studying a method and a book.

That method was the last reward he received from the Immortal and Demon Palace. The importance of its relationship can be said to have completely surpassed any immortal method he learned in his life; that book was written by Xiao Yishan, the last descendant of the Xiao family who was obtained from the goddess realm. He once thought that this book was far less important than the former, but the fact was that he underestimated this book!

This book is not all-encompassing, but its insights in implantation, mysteries, essence and blood transformation are definitely unique, even beyond the contemporary level!

It is both strange and profound, and it is the biggest impression of the dialect of that writing.

After studying this book for so many years, Fang Yan naturally knew that the book had not been finished. However, based on his own understanding, he also roughly inferred the next development direction of the book, especially when one day he had a sudden idea to connect the piece of purple mysterious metal he got with the four words "Blood Soul Spirit" in the book.

The Xiao family has withered and the family's blood has almost been absorbed by Taihua Amethyst. How could the Xiao family not be anxious when facing this phenomenon? In fact, since a long time ago, the Xiao family has begun to study a relatively less loss-making method to plant Taihua Amethyst.

They were originally using their vitality to exchange Taihua Amethyst. They hoped to replace "life force" with energy, Taoist power or mental power. In short, as long as it is not vitality.

However, the immortals are scrambling to grab the rare treasures like Taihua Amethyst. If it is so easy to plant them, what else should they do?

Until the previous generation of Xiao Yishan, the Xiao family still found no reliable method.

Then the Xiao family produced the last genius like Xiao Yishan. He summed up the experience and conjectures of his predecessors, and then came up with his own ideas and came up with the most likely way to succeed in history.

Unfortunately, his vitality had long been consumed. After proposing this idea, he had no time to implement it in detail, and his life came to an end.

Perhaps he had great resentment towards Youshen Sect, so at the last moment he left Youshen Sect and took away the last seed of Taihua Amethyst.

In Xiao Yishan’s idea, Taihua amethyst should be planted in another place, so Fang Yan failed to guess what the mysterious metal was in time. However, it was already a great fortune for him to connect the mysterious metal to the blood soul spirit. You must know that the real blood soul spirit is simply gas!

The blood soul spirit should be formed by the fusion of Xiao Yishan's essence and blood and soul, and it is completely in a gas state. In the dialect, the mysterious metal should be the unfinished blood soul spirit.

However, there should be only a part of Xiao Yishan's essence and soul in the blood soul, but that piece of metal seems to contain Xiao Yishan's entire life...

At this time, Fang Yan knew that using that piece of metal would definitely plant Taihua amethyst again, but only by turning it into blood soul spirit can it be used permanently, rather than slowly exhausted!

Whether the metal with a strong smell of the Xiao family can be converted into blood soul spirit determines whether there will be a second Taihua Amethyst in this world!

After studying for so long, perhaps it should be considered accumulating strength. Fang Yan had a sudden idea one day and suddenly thought of a way to forcibly convert that piece of metal into a blood soul spirit.

This is the turning point in his future!

When he thought of this method, his person was not in the illusion array, but it was really difficult to suppress the curiosity in his heart. Fang Yan started to implement this method directly in an inn!

He stuffed the eighth Taihua amethyst into the purple metal, and carefully placed the metal on the table in the room. Then Fang Yan sat cross-legged on the bed not far away, staring at the metal, as if he wanted to see the Taihua amethyst inside take root and sprout.

After counting breaths, Fang Yan took a deep breath and closed his eyes with a serious expression.

Almost at the same time, a trace of black gas appeared from the long table and slowly turned around the purple metal on the table, faster and faster, and more and more!

"Wow!!"

The table scattered without warning, wood chips flew, the tablecloth turned into strips of cloth, and the legs of the table were thrown out, and for a moment, the room was full of "bang, bang, bang, bang" collision sounds.

Fang Yan didn't open his eyes at all. He could fully sense that the purple metal was floating in the air at this time, and the black gas was still spinning around the metal, trying to penetrate!

It seems that it is not very good. The black gas has flowed against the surface of the purple metal, but it has not left any traces on the metal, let alone blending into it.

The dialect is not discouraged. When the thought moves, the black gas changes to another rotation method, and the color changes slightly.

After an hour, the black gas had increased to the highest concentration that dialect could produce. The flow method was so manic that it still failed to enter the slightest purple metal.

Fang Yan still closed his eyes, but frowned fiercely!

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

Suddenly, Fang Yan spread her eyebrows, as if she had thought of something.

The next moment, a light red soft air flow flew out from his eyebrows, floating, turning around but flew towards the black air with great determination!

The moment when the light red air flow was finally connected to the black air, Fang Yan's whole body shook and his face looked painful, but the black air flow seemed to have eaten a great tonic, and it turned faster and even made a strange roar!

Fang Yan did not stop and let the black gas swallow the light red air flow flying out of his eyebrows.

When the black gas turned crimson, Fang Yan suddenly opened his eyes!

Through the violent airflow of crimson that merged his vitality and even his spiritual power, he vaguely saw that the purple metal in the center finally began to absorb these airflows!

The surface of the purple metal has changed, then the inner layer, the deep layer...

Since his own essence and blood were incorporated into the metal, Fangyan could fully feel all the changes in the metal, as if it had become a part of his body!

After just over ten breaths, even the deepest core of the purple metal merged with his essence, blood and black energy!

Then the change suddenly arose, and a small and rapid vortex appeared in the center of the purple metal, sucking all the purple metal and the dark red airflow into it!

Fang Yan was shocked and quickly cut off the connection with the dark red airflow. He didn't want to be sucked to death!

Although the vortex was small, it quickly sucked the dark red gas outside. Finally, it heard a sharp sound of "swoosh" and returned to silence in the air, and there was nothing left.

Fang Yan closed his eyes again and used the shortest time to sink his mind into the secluded world.

After advancing to the Immortal King, his secret world has become extremely vast and there is no way to see the edges.

At this moment, there was a huge but extremely pure black gas flowing and changing in the center of the Netherworld. In the future, it will become the natal ghost of the dialect!

Just next to the black gas, a ball of purple, red and black air flowing in a radius of more than ten feet was also slowly flowing. Fang Yan knew that it was the blood soul spirit!

A purple seed is suspended in the center of the gaseous blood soul spirit, which is the eighth Taihua Amethyst!

However, what attracted Fang Yan at this time was obviously not the eighth Taihua Amethyst, but the gaseous blood soul spirit.

Looking at the ball of unremarkable vitality, he definitely followed some rules he didn't understand when spinning, which made him feel familiar and mysterious. He believed that even Xiao Yishan would not guess the true state of the blood soul spirit!

This ball of gas with a radius of more than ten feet is definitely a treasure mountain! Fang Yan vaguely feels that if he can study it clearly, it will definitely be of great benefit to his future!

And this gas is unique in this world, and only he has it!

When he was watching this bloody soul spirit being inspiring, lightning flashed through Fang Yan's mind, an extremely wonderful and bold idea emerged!

He retreated as quickly as possible. Fang Yan teleported directly to the counter on the first floor of the inn, threw five fairy stones to the shopkeeper, and said hurriedly: "Shopkeeper, this is the room for Room 8 on the second floor. If you have too much, you don't have to find it. I will compensate you for your table."

"guest……"

The shopkeeper just shouted a word, and Fangyan had disappeared from his eyes...

He teleported several times in a row, and finally Fang Yan stopped in the wild and teleported at the farthest distance he could.

The next moment, the scenery changed and he had already appeared in the illusion array!

He then teleported back to his house, which scared Wang Xiaotong, who was looking out of the window in the house.

"Ah! Brother Yan! You are back!" Wang Xiaotong covered her heart and said in surprise and joy.

"Well! What are you thinking?" Although he was anxious, Fang Yan did not forget to care about Wang Xiaotong. Wang Xiaotong knew him best, so why didn't he understand Wang Xiaotong? He saw all Wang Xiaotong's efforts over the years.

"It's nothing, I'm thinking about it." Wang Xiaotong smiled.

"I have an idea, implement it immediately, please help me protect the Dharma." Fang Yan said.

Although he knew that Fangyan was joking, Wang Xiaotong still said, "Okay. I will definitely control the spirit and prevent it from scattering it on you."

"Haha, this little thing, it dares!"

He raised his fist towards Ling, but Ling waved his claws arrogantly at him. Fang Yan didn't care and quickly found the Hengxiao Jian in the room.

He was afraid that someone would recognize his identity, so when he went out, he didn't even bring Shui Wujian, let alone the traces that had become waste products disappeared.

Soon he calmed down his mind and then saw Yuan Ye again.

"Senior, you..." Fang Yan was also a little sad when he saw that Yuan Ye's expression was not as good as before.

Yuan Ye stood up and smiled and said, "You are here. Now you can earn more than one more day of life. I am very open-minded, so don't care too much."

"Senior, I'm today..."

Fang Yan then started talking to Yuan Ye, both of them were solemn and frowned.

After a long time, Yuan Ye said with a sigh: "Just waiting like this, you may not be able to wait until that day. Instead of doing this, it is better to take a risk! Just let go of your actions. If there is anything unexpected, I will never blame you."

The two had been discussing for a long time, and Fang Yan stopped saying more and said, "Thank you for your trust, that junior will start now!"

"Go."

Fang Yan was about to leave, but suddenly he heard Yuan Ye say, "If I am unlucky today, when I am all in the Daoji lineage in the future, I will remember to tell me the place where the burial marks are gone."

Fang Yan was speechless for a while, and after a while, he focused his focus and then withdrew from the spiritual consciousness of Hengxiaojian.

After going out, he greeted Wang Xiaotong. Fang Yan immediately captured Heng Xiaojian in the air, and sat cross-legged on the bed to perform a trick!

A trace of gas that was interspersed with purple, black and red gushed out from next to Hengxiao Jian, and soon wrapped the Hengxiao Jian around him. Then, more and more gases were formed, directly forming a large air mass and began to rotate!

As soon as the mind moved, the gas seemed to have been ordered and squeezed towards Henxiao desperately!
To be continued...