Ye Xuan was immersed in repeated deductions, and before he knew it, another two hundred years passed, and five hundred years passed, his eyes were withdrawn from the middle of the pillar of the Heavenly Palace.

In the second paragraph, the middle paragraph, and Ye Xuan recorded a total of 60% of the content.

For five hundred years, the key to his deduction has been on the method of spiritual soul cultivation, and the rest of the content was recorded in a nutshell. Even if it was the method of spiritual soul cultivation, he could only get a glimpse of the whole picture and was unable to truly understand the true meaning.

Under the corner of the wall outside the Heavenly Palace, Ye Xuan's long hair turned white, and the medicinal power of the second Bodhi fruit was completely absorbed, so naturally there was a sense of vicissitudes of life on his body.

"It took only five hundred years to obtain the "Qingming Divine Refining Method"." With 60% of the content of the pillar of the Heavenly Palace, Ye Xuan finally obtained the complete method of spiritual cultivation.

Ye Xuan sighed in his heart, but he didn't know that the Fang family members in the palace, who called them geniuses, only spun around 10% of the content from beginning to end, and Fang Yuquan used the realm of Xuanxian to see the second most of the content.

After obtaining the complete Qingming Refining Magic Method, Ye Xuan began to try to practice. Before he could practice, he was awakened by the movements in the palace.

"What happened to Fang Ji." The strongest people in the family under the pillar of the Heavenly Palace woke up at the same time.

Fang Yuquan frowned, put away the sound transmission talisman in his hand, and looked at the pillar of the Heavenly Palace again. He didn't want to waste any time.

"Fang Ji may have encountered some trouble and is not at risk of falling. You guys can go there." Fang Yuquan said in a cold tone.

Fang Mu and the other true immortals Yuanman also received a message. Except for Fang Mu, the others were expressionless and seemed indifferent to this.

"I'll go there and it's stuck on Xuanxian's neck to clean up the indigenous people." Fang Mu looked at Fang Yuquan deeply. This genius from the Fang family has always been hot on the outside and cold on the inside.

Other things are fine, and they are often generous, but the way involved will be very decisive.

The descendants of the Fang family have been growing and have reproduced for tens of thousands of years. The number of tribesmen in the direct branch is difficult to count, and intermarriage between tribesmen is not prohibited.

Fang Mu knew it well, and Fang Ji had always liked this genius, but the fallen flowers were affectionate and flowing water was unintentional.

Fang Mu strides away from the Heavenly Palace. Suddenly he sees Ye Xuan under the corner of the wall. He smiles coldly and raises his hand to grab Ye Xuan with a big hand.

"My sister Rou, you are a slave who lends me your use. It's good to be a way to explore the stone if you don't have the cultivation level." Fang Mu said casually in the hall.

Ye Xuan was prepared for a long time, and the prototype of the artistic conception of time was moving. The immortal Yuan hand caught in front of him quickly slowed down. Looking at the black pupils in his left eye, he could see most of the thickness and strength of the immortal Yuan.

Unfortunately, I can see one thing clearly, and a real battle is another.

In an instant, Ye Xuan concluded that he would definitely not be able to stop him and would not even succeed in escaping. The gap between the two was too big.

"Fang Mu, are you weak in your cultivation?" Fang Rou's delicate body suddenly rose, and as soon as she got up, a soft immortal essence wrapped around her, trapping her in the hall.

Ye Xuan outside the Heavenly Palace didn't even raise his hand, and sat there as a very bachelor, and was captured by Fang Mu.

Two figures disappeared at the end of the sky, and some people in the Fang family chuckled: "I know a little bit self-aware."

The man shook his head and the silence in the hall returned to his rebirth. Fang Rou glared and glanced around. She couldn't even see who was the one who had just taken action.

The scenery around him flew away, and Ye Xuan was pulled into Xianyuan's big hand and moved his fingers with difficulty.

"I have no grudges and no grudges, why should you target me?" Ye Xuan sighed with a righteous look on his face.

Fang Mu's figure broke through the air and brought out a shrill whistling sound. He used the escape technique to the limit, and his expression was really worried about Fang Ji's safety.

"Do you really don't know or fake? You are just a slave, and you don't have any awe in your eyes. You deserve to die just by this."

Ye Xuan was speechless. Fang Rou was his slave. To be afraid, Fang Rou was also to be afraid of him.

"Could this guy like to attack the women of his tribe? Seeing that he is so active in saving people, it seems that the other party is interested in Fang Ji. Does the other party have ideas?" Ye Xuan was very worried.

With Fang Rou in there, Fang Mu may have a very small chance of killing directly. Anyway, he just did it casually. He didn't need to take action deliberately. He could kill Ye Xuan if he was surprised. If he went back, he would have an explanation.

There is a dilapidated temple in the deep mountains. The path outside the temple is covered with weeds, and birds and beasts are running around nearby, and no one can be seen.

However, it is precisely such a ruined temple. At this moment, the Buddha's light soars into the sky above the ruined temple, and the breath of Taoist magic hidden in the Buddha's light.

The two auras interspersed, forming a huge light shield against the ground, and violent fluctuations of immortal essence came out of it.

"Baihe, my brother will kill you, and your soul will be scattered." Fang Ji fell to the ground with bruises and blood stained most of her delicate body.

"Dongdong, dongdong..." The bell rings continuously, and Fang Zhengqing, not far away, supported her hard and used the immortal energy to urge the Long Li Bell to resist Baihe's offensive.

"Baihe, you are so brave. You are worthy of snatching us from good fortune. These do not belong to you, they are mine, mine..." Fang Zhengqing's mouth was bleeding, and his eyes flashed with a crazy look.

Baihe sat upright with a golden lotus, looking calm, and circles of Buddha light surged out from the lotus. Behind him was an old tree with colorful radiance, emitting seven-colored brilliance, which was very magical.

Baihe glanced at the two of them with a faint look. Whether it was Fang Ji or Fang Zhengqing, they all took it for granted that the opportunity was theirs.

But this dilapidated temple was discovered by chance after he got drunk.

Every tree and lotus are still ordinary in Baihe. It was also Baihe who comprehended the Buddhist scriptures on the Broken Wall and then inspired the inheritance of this place. He is the person who inherited it.

"My brother is outstanding in talent and has never been defeated in the same realm. Don't think that you have recovered your cultivation and you want to be able to compete with your brother..." Fang Ji said with resentment in her beautiful eyes.

"Then wait for your clan brother to kill me." Bai He's old face was calm and he cleaned up all the mineral poisons he had accumulated for many years. With his further cultivation after he recovered, the two true immortals could be crushed to death.

Although he was in a critical moment of cultivation and could not free up all his strength, the two of them were still no match for him.

"Dong." Long Li Zhong suddenly flew out, Fang Zhengqing, who was hiding behind the clock, roared in pain, and only felt mountains rushing across the mountain, and his bones shattered inch by inch at this moment. In the blink of an eye, he was covered in blood and fell to the ground like a pool of mud.

Fang Zhengqing rolled his eyes and his whole body was filled with vitality, and even the soul in his sea of ​​consciousness was shattered, and he obviously couldn't survive.

"You, you dare to kill him, a cheap thing." Fang Ji couldn't believe that the consistent understanding had long been deeply rooted. She, a true immortal, dared to shout at a mysterious immortal like Baihe with peace of mind.

At this time, the Buddha light covering the ruined temple was suddenly torn a gap, and the burning purple light flashed in, which was the extremely precious purple talisman of the breaking formation.

(End of this chapter)
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