The Ancestor of Body Repair

Outside the Lingming Demon Valley, Fairy Fang Yuan sat cross-legged on a rock with a white fox beside her.

This spirit fox is small in stature, with azure blue eyes, and appears to be extremely agile. It exudes a strong demonic spirit within its body, and it is impressively a seventh-level peak demon beast.

The little fox sat beside Fang Yuan, its big furry tail kept swaying, helping Fang Yuan to attract the demonic energy around her, her small eyes kept staring at Lingming Demon Valley.

Fang Yuan, who was enveloped in demonic energy, had a painful expression on her face, and her whole body's muscles were shaking in a unique way, as if countless small snakes were walking under her skin.

Only a small part of the strong demonic energy gathered by the little foxes submerged into Fang Yuan's skin, and a lot of sweat seeped out from the pores, soaking the robe.

After an unknown amount of time, Fairy Fang Yuan slowly opened her eyes, she looked at her wet body, a strong spiritual light flashed, and she changed into a pale white dress.

She recalled the practice just now, thinking in her heart: "No wonder the pavilion master said that the disciples of this sect can practice this demon spirit."

"Although this sect does not improve the physical body when the foundation is established, the physical body that has been purified by the demon spirit maintains the activity of the flesh and blood, so the muscles can be controlled so finely."

"According to the understanding of the pavilion, the human race is over fifty years old, and the flesh and blood will lose its activity. If the disciples of the Spirit Transformation Sect break through the foundation building after the age of fifty, I am afraid that the demon spirit will never be able to cultivate."

Fang Yuan's eyes flickered with a hint of comprehension. She relied on the help of the beast, the ghostly fox, and the strong demonic qi here, she successfully introduced the demonic qi into her body, and began to initially temper her muscles.

The first layer of Yaoling Jue is to use the demon energy to initially temper the body, and then as long as the mana is converted into the muscles, it will enter the second layer.

Fang Yuan showed admiration.

"The pavilion master deserves to be the top figure who created the body-refining line, and actually combines the spirit-shaping and body-refining techniques into one. ."

"On the one hand, with the help of the monsters, it is easier to absorb the monster energy, and on the other hand, the transformation of muscle mana requires the help of the monster spirit power of the monsters."

"The pavilion master has the bloodline of the open-arm demon ape, which is stronger than the bloodline of the ancient ancestor's mysterious turtle. I am afraid that because of this, he has such a deep understanding of the spirit transformation of this sect. No...hey, what's going on?"

At this moment, the ground suddenly vibrated violently, and the Lingming Demon Valley in front was trembling like a volcanic eruption. A large number of rocks rolled down from the mountain peak, and the demonic qi that enveloped the valley began to retreat inward.

Fang Yuan said incredulously, "The Demon King's Secret Realm is actually dissipating? Illusory Spirit, what's wrong with you?"

The little fox was crawling on the ground, its petite body shivered, and its tail shrunk under it.

Fang Yuan's mind was connected, and she felt an incomparably rich bloodline of the emperor, rising up in the demon valley, with an urge to worship.

Fang Yuan shook her head and carefully probed her consciousness forward, and found that the low-level monsters in the valley were also crawling towards the center of the valley, just like her phantom fox.

Although her divine sense could only probe for twenty or thirty miles, she could feel the demonic energy and the will of the demon king in the demon valley, all gathered in the center of the demon valley, and the pressure emanating from there made her divine sense tremble.

"Is this blood aura the Lingming Stone Monkey? What did the pavilion master do?"

In this way, it took half an hour before the ground stopped shaking, the terrifying pressure in the depths of the demon valley also dissipated, and the color of awe in the eyes of the phantom fox dissipated, revealing a dazed color.

The monsters in the valley also froze in place, but then, these low-level monsters became extremely frightened and ran towards the only exit of the valley.

At this time, Fang Yuan saw from a distance that a huge black rock rose up in the middle of the valley and flew out.

It is a full ten feet high, like a hill, exuding inexplicable coercion. At the bottom of the black hill, there is a relatively small figure with his hands over the top, as if he is lifting this incomparably heavy hill with physical strength.

This person stepped on the void, stepped on ripples in the air, and ran in the void at an extremely fast speed.

Fang Yuan felt the special forbidden breath on the black hill, her mouth was wide open, and her face was dull: "How can the breath of this black hill be exactly the same as the stone of oath..."

Just when Fang Yuan was stunned, Lu Kun's voice came from a distance: "Fairy Fang Yuan, you are proficient in illusion, help me cover it up, we will return to the Yunling Mountains."

Fang Yuan suppressed the doubts in her heart, she stretched out her hand, and the phantom fox jumped to her shoulders, one person and one fox flew in the direction of the black hill, and at the same time, mysterious fluctuations were brewing in her body.

As the two converged, the huge black hill disappeared into the air, leaving only the Lingming Demon Valley where the demonic energy dissipated, and the herd of beasts that desperately escaped from the Demon Valley.

...

On the eastern edge of Luzhou is a Hengduan Mountains that separates Wei and Jin.

Somewhere in the Hengduan Mountains, many figures flickered. In addition to the immortal cultivators who rode the flying instruments, there were hundreds of mortal warriors in warrior costumes.

With the help of a series of low-level spells, mortal warriors dig mountain peaks and build rocks. From the existing outlines, it can be seen that they are building an incomparably huge city.

On a hill not far away, a pair of men and women stood. The middle-aged man was full of mana and had fluctuations in the middle stage of foundation building. Another young woman was wearing a long white dress, and was cultivated in the early stage of foundation building.

The young woman in white repeatedly stared at the group of mortal warriors and exclaimed, "If it wasn't for what I saw with my own eyes, my little sister would never have imagined that mortals can also mobilize the magic weapon of our immortal cultivators."

She turned her head to look at the middle-aged man and asked, "Brother Xu, you have been in contact with the seniors of the Body Refinement Pavilion. What kind of sect are they?"

The middle-aged man said inexplicably: "Judging from the name, the body training pavilion seems to be a sect that cultivates the body and cultivates the immortals. Xu has too little knowledge, and has never heard of the cultivation of the body in the immortal world before."

He looked at the mortal warriors again: "But from these warriors, you can see the horror of the Body Refinement Pavilion."

"Through the ages, immortal cultivators have completely distinguished themselves from mortals by virtue of their spiritual roots. Even the strongest warriors will not be the opponents of immortal cultivators, and with the improvement of their cultivation, immortal cultivators have broken through the shackles of Shouyuan. It's like a world apart."

"But look at these warriors, although they use spirit stones to activate their magical weapons, they are all flexible in their bodies, and their physical strength is surprisingly large. Obviously, their physical bodies are extremely strong, and their combat power is probably no less than that in the middle stage of Qi refining."

"According to the seniors of the Body Refinement Pavilion, these mortal warriors are all entry-level disciples of the Body Refinement Pavilion."

The white-clothed young woman frowned: "No way, even if a warrior has the strength of the Qi-refining stage, but after all, they are mortals, and their lifespan and strength are limited. For the Xiu Xian sect, the foundation-building stage is the backbone."

The middle-aged man shook his head and said slowly: "Fourth sister, you may not know that this huge city that the Body Refinement Pavilion asked us to help build by our Wupanshan loose cultivators is called the 'Saint City of Martial Artists'."

"The Holy City of Martial Artists?"

The middle-aged man looked at Jin State on the other side of the Hengduan Mountains: "And the second task given to us by the Body Refinement Pavilion is to go to Jin State to spread the prestige of the holy city of warriors."

"Let us cultivators tell the warriors of Jin that the holy city of warriors can make them go further, reach the strength of cultivators, and even break through the shackles of Shouyuan."

The young woman in white was fine when she heard the first half of the sentence, but when she heard the last sentence, she stammered, "Mortals break through the shackles of Shouyuan, eldest brother, I heard right..."

The middle-aged man said: "Jin country is a barren land, the spiritual energy is extremely thin, and the strength of the immortal world is extremely bleak. At most, there are guys in the Qi refining period. Relatively speaking, the world is extremely prosperous, and the number of mortal warriors is extremely large."

Fear flashed in his eyes: "Fourth sister, the Body Refinement Pavilion let us promote it like this. Obviously, this terrifying sect that destroyed the Demon Sect has the means to make mortals cultivate immortals!"

"With the number of warriors in Jin State, even if the probability of breaking through the foundation is low, it is still a terrifying number..."

The young woman in white thought that the countless warriors in Jin Kingdom had become immortal cultivators, and her delicate body trembled a little.

The middle-aged man sighed and said slowly: "Let's go down and help too, a year later will be the opening ceremony of the Body Refinement Pavilion. If the task is completed well, our Wupan Mountain loose cultivator may have a chance. Go to the Body Refinement Pavilion."

"yes, Sir."