Eternal Life: I hold the door to eternal life

Fang Han's heart started beating wildly when he heard Yan's desperate words. He said hurriedly, "Yan, don't joke with me. If my blood and flesh essence are not supplied, I will be sucked to death by my spirit."

Yan sighed, "This spirit refined by Fang Rentu is too strange. It is normal not to feed it once. If you really can't supply it, you should give up feeding it and abandon Fang Rentu's spirit. As for the consequences... just take it one step at a time. Oh!"

Since Yan took the initiative to acknowledge his master, he and Fang Han have been in a relationship of shared success and failure. Fang Han would not suspect that Yan would deliberately harm him. Now he is in a situation where he is riding a tiger and can only do his best.

Afterwards, Yan began to throw a large amount of magic crystal jade into the Yellow Spring River, and used his magical powers to transform the pure magic power in the magic crystal jade into spiritual power to replenish Fang Han's consumption. Fang Han began to refine the elixir with all his strength, quickly replenishing the blood and flesh essence in his body that was constantly devoured by the spirit.

The third time the spirit was fed, the speed at which the spirit devoured the blood, flesh, essence, and spiritual power was far beyond the imagination of Fang Han and Yan. Even though Yan replenished Fang Han's spiritual power, saving a lot of pills. However, the more than 1,700 blood pills refined by the ninth level of the physical body and the spiritual realm were consumed in just 70 hours.

Fang Han had already fallen into a state of suspended animation again. Yan was so anxious that he turned around in the Yellow Springs Map. Seeing that the last pill was about to be completely consumed, Yan gritted his teeth and actually merged a magic pill into Fang Han's body.

The magic pill was made by Fang Han in the abyss of the earth, after he killed several demons of the first level of magic power. The magic pill not only contained pure blood and flesh essence, but also pure source of magic power. The blood and flesh essence could naturally be refined and absorbed by Fang Han, but if the pure magic power was poured into the brain and was not refined and absorbed, it would soon burst the brain and blow Fang Han's head to pieces.

But now, if there is no elixir to replenish, Fang Han will be devoured by the spirit and blood and die. If he integrates into the magic pill, he may die from the brain explosion of the pure magic power in the magic pill.

Yan was really at a loss. He gritted his teeth and injected a magic pill into Fang Han's body. Then, Yan closed his eyes and said silently in his heart: "Fang Han, how will you die? Will you be blown to death? Or will you be devoured by the spirit? If you die, what will be my fate? Alas! God is jealous of talents. The descendant of Emperor Huangquan was killed by the spirit he fed..."

Yan closed his eyes and waited silently. Suddenly, his strength dropped drastically and he fell into a deep sleep again. But after waiting for most of the day, there was no change at all. He wondered in his heart, "Could it be that Fang Han was not killed by the magic pill?"

He could not help but sense Fang Han's body again, and saw that the power of the magic pill was divided into two streams in Fang Han's body. One stream of blood and flesh essence was being sucked away by the blood lake in Fang Han's palm. The other stream of pure magic power was swallowed up by a mysterious dark space in Fang Han's brain.

Yan was immediately delighted, and saw that the consumption of the magic pill was surprisingly slow. After more than ten minutes, it was only reduced by less than one tenth. In this way, one magic pill could actually support the spirit devouring for about two hours. Yan immediately saw hope, and his two claws danced wildly with excitement. Then he prayed silently: "Don't let any more accidents happen. Don't let any more accidents happen!"

I don't know if Yan's prayer was really answered, the subsequent feeding process was smooth and no accidents occurred. As time passed slowly, the last feeding of the spirit in the physical realm finally ended.

When the spirit merged into Fang Han's body again, Fang Han immediately regained a trace of consciousness. At this time, Yan had just merged the second magic pill into Fang Han's body.

Sensing Fang Han waking up, Yan hurriedly reminded him, "Fang Han, the magic pill is now emitting medicinal power in your body, so don't move. Just let the magic pill's medicinal power restore your body. There is something strange in your brain again, and I can't sense it! Don't let the magic power explode your brain, otherwise you will be doomed."

Fang Han was also shocked when he heard this, and quickly looked inward with his mind. He saw a pill the size of a fingernail emitting two strong medicinal powers between his chest and abdomen.

One of the blood-red energies was nourishing his body, while the other colorless and invisible energy was continuously flowing into the small fatalistic runes in his brain, without any omission.

Fang Han breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but get angry and said, "Yan, what the hell are you doing? You actually melted the magic pill into my body? Do you want me to be killed by the magic pill?"

Yan Nuonuo said: "If I hadn't fed you the magic pill, you would have been devoured by the spirit and died. I can't do anything about it! What on earth is that thing in your head? How come I can't sense anything, but it can actually devour magic power."

It is said that the Small Fate Art is a branch of the Great Fate Art, which ranks first among the Three Thousand Great Daos. Once someone comprehends the Small Fate Art, even immortals cannot deduce any information related to this person. It is not surprising that Yan cannot see the runes evolved from the Small Fate Art.

Fang Han was about to ridicule Yan when suddenly, a familiar burning sensation instantly spread throughout his body. It turned out that the second calamity of the heart fire that fed the soul had come again.

Fang Han was immediately shocked: "Yan, can the calamity repeat itself? Why did the calamity of burning body and heart fire that I had already survived come again?"

Yan was suddenly overjoyed and said, "Hahaha, Fang Han, your great opportunity has come. Quick, immediately blast through the door of magical power in your mind and step into the secret realm of magical power. Convert your mental power into magic power, and then use the fire of your heart to forge the magic power. This will save you decades of hard work in refining magic power."

Fang Han was delighted when he heard this: "In order to completely control Fang Rentu and achieve the ultimate goal, I have killed countless demons in the Earth Abyss and have even experienced several life-threatening situations. Can I finally break through the realm of magical powers now?"

Fang Han was filled with joy, and regardless of the burning pain caused by the fire in his heart, he immediately used his mental power to break through the fog in his mind, and the door to supernatural powers appeared in his mind again.

The first time Fang Han sensed the door of magical power, although he was confident that he could smash it, it still took some effort. But this time, Fang Han felt that the door of magical power in his mind was like a piece of tofu, which he could break with a breeze.

As the thought came to his mind, Fang Han immediately manipulated his mental power to form a big hand, and fiercely pinched the magical door in his mind. The magical door was actually like tofu, and was instantly crushed into powder by Fang Han's mental hand, and in the blink of an eye it was integrated into Fang Han's mental power.

As soon as the gate of magical power dissipated, Fang Han felt that a certain shackle in his brain suddenly disappeared. Countless mysterious auras that he had never felt before merged into an energy column, pouring directly into his brain from above his head, and quickly merged with the mental power in his brain. Then, wisps of light mist-like energy as thick as a little finger appeared in Fang Han's brain.

As soon as the mist energy appeared in his brain, it quickly traveled around Fang Han's body and returned to Fang Han's brain. But at this time, Fang Han's heart fire was burning fiercely. The mist energy, which was originally as thick as a little finger, traveled around Fang Han's body and returned to Fang Han's brain. It had condensed to the thickness of chopsticks and the color became richer.