Xuanhuan: Storytelling In Shrouding The Heavens, The Saint Is Moved

Although this alien beast Dali Pill only looks scarlet in color after taking it out, and there is no breath.

But when the black-backed Jinpeng saw it, his whole body froze, and his whole mind was taken away by him.

Only his head was shaking with that Dali Pill, and he looked quite happy.

As Han Lian let go and tossed it lightly, his body was like an arrow from the string, and he swooped away.

When he reached the Dali Pill in his mouth, he was afraid that Han Lian would go back and swallow it.

As soon as this medicinal pill was swallowed, his body began to sway, and he was a little unsteady. Obviously, the strength of the medicine was too strong.

Seeing this, Han Lian didn't say anything, just laughed and scolded "Go back to the nest to hatch the eggs", and ignored it.

Seeing the black-backed golden-winged Dapeng swaying like a drunk driver and falling asleep in the lair, he had no choice but to shake his head helplessly.

He also thought that the transformation would be completed after taking this medicinal pill, but who would have thought that there would still be a long refining time.

Well, he can afford to wait.

Han Lian put the matter aside for the time being, filled the jade bottle with water from the divine spring, and then learned the method of Ye Fan, who was passed down from the sky, and inserted the holy medicine branch into it.

He placed it on the tea table, sensing that the spiritual energy in the room was beginning to become thicker, and nodded in satisfaction.

Immediately, he sat down again, took the top martial arts skills of the Falling Feather World, and began to study it carefully.

In Han Lian's mind, a pure Yang martial artist's life-long experience in martial arts passed by, and scenes emerged in front of his eyes.

The boy was mediocre, enslaved by demons and raised in captivity. Martial Ancestor was born out of the sky to develop martial arts and pass down the method... One by one, even though Han Lian's mood is firm, sometimes he can't bear to sigh in his heart.

Seeing that he finally rushed into the demon kingdom decisively, and finally died of exhaustion of blood and energy, he couldn't help but feel a little sigh.

It seems like 100,000 years ago, in this world, people were born as slaves, bloodless, they were ants, and they were food!

Under the general trend, the sky is about to change, and I appear in this world. It is not a kind of self-help from this world... Han Lian slowly walked out of the martial arts insight, but his mind was difficult to calm down for a long time.

To say it is martial arts skills, it is better to say it is this martial arts spirit and will.

The arrogance and dominance of his life is really rare.

If it is still alive now, I am afraid that he has already entered the demon kingdom, killing seven in and seven out.

As for the greatest help these martial arts skills were to him, it still allowed him to deepen his understanding of the martial arts of this world.

Although it has been 100,000 years now, and martial arts have already been introduced for many generations, but some of them are still applicable today.

Han Lian calmed down and stopped thinking about this matter, his expression slightly solemn.

He took a deep breath and retrieved Ji Haoyue and Ye Fan's experience in the sea of ​​​​realm from the system warehouse.

It's just a pity that the physiques of the two are not chaotic... Han Lian hesitated again and again, but first opened up Ye Fan's perception of the sea.

His perception had already emerged, and the vision in Han Lian's sea of ​​bitterness could not help but shake slightly, and that page of the Taoist scripture trembled slightly.

That's right, Ye Fan's practice of the Lunhai Scroll method is the Taoist scripture. Now that the Taoist scripture is in his hands, he can naturally draw it.

Han Lian realized the insights about the Taoist scriptures, and only felt a sense of seeing the sun through the clouds.

If he was given a chance, he would have a real possibility of choosing to practice Taoism.

But now, it's not a bad idea to take advantage of some of the mysteries in the Taoist scriptures.

Han Lian's expression moved slightly, and the bridge of the gods began to brighten. He thought of something, turned his hand to take the holy medicine fruit, and swallowed it directly.

'It's delicious, but it's a pity that there is only one, and it doesn't taste anything...' Such thoughts flashed in his heart, feeling the vitality among the limbs and bones, and began to circulate.

The Taoist scriptures trembled, and there were vaguely ancient characters circulating, and in the inextinguishable heavenly art, there were even more light wheels looming.

After several experiences, Han Lian only felt that the accumulation in the realm of his own divine bridge began to improve continuously.

He took a deep breath, took the drop of blood essence from his hand, and swallowed it directly.

Plop, plop... In his body, this drop of blood essence just entered the body, it was pulled by the Qing Emperor's heart in the state of ban, and merged into one.

Han Lian, the emperor's heart, is different from Ye Fan in the legend of Zhetian, which was nurtured by the ancient Sacred Body.

His Great Emperor's Heart has already been completely refined by him and has become his heritage.

In this heart, the demon emperor's will was hidden and completely controlled by him.

This drop of Qingdi's blood seems to have triggered some kind of chain reaction, only to hear Han Lian's body start to crackle.

In his body, he saw that the original bones were disintegrating inch by inch, and the jade bones like colored glass had already condensed.

If it is not said that the arrogance of the heaven-covering method is a monster, if resources like him are used on ordinary monks, I am afraid that they will be able to reach the other side since they open up the sea of ​​suffering.

But at this time, apart from the fact that his realm was completely consolidated in the Divine Bridge Realm, there was not much change.

However, this does not mean that there is no improvement.

Now he can feel that his physical body has been improved by another level compared to before.

Although he is only in the realm of Shenqiao now, but with his current physical body, he can resist butterfly transformation, and even a spirit soldier in the realm of this realm, there is no problem in thinking about it.

Although the gap between the realms of the dual cultivation method is too large, but in terms of strength, they are complementary, and each has its own merits.

Han Lian moved his body a little, his muscles and bones cracking and cracking. He raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the black-backed golden-winged Dapeng's lair.

It seems that before the effect of the drug wears off, he will not wake up.

Han Lian shook his head slightly, feeling quite helpless.

He flicked a candle between his palms, went to the window, looked at the beautiful moonlight outside, and suddenly thought of going out for a walk.

Although the Tongtian Pavilion covers a vast area and the scenery is pleasant, it is not a place for him to relax.

And just when he was about to leave Tongtian Pavilion, he saw two figures vaguely, and suddenly became interested.

These two are not others, they are on the Tianjiao list, Hanhai Tiandao and Xueyi Zen Master.

The two sat opposite each other under the moonlight, wondering what they were thinking about.

"The two of you are here with me, are you still used to living here?"

Seeing the two of them getting together, Han Lian also got a little interest in his heart and came over.

Hearing the movement, Song Zhiwen frowned slightly, but when he heard the familiar voice, he relaxed.

"It turned out to be Mr. Han."

Song Zhiwen looked at Han Lian, his eyes lit up, and he stood up and cupped his hands.

Han Lian motioned for the other party to sit down, and also sat down not far away.

"The two of you are here, but what's the matter?"

For Tianjiao, who is well-known on the list, Han Lian has a good feeling in his heart and asks casually.

"Ashamed, I was asking Zen Master Kong Huan for advice, but I have not been able to comprehend it."

Song Zhiwen listened to Han Lian's words, hesitated slightly, and said.

He suddenly thought of something and looked up at Han Lian, his eyes burning.

"Mr. Han knows the inheritance of my Hanhai Heavenly Sword, and also knows that this sword is broken.

Dare to ask, sir, how should this knife be retrieved and restored? "

Hearing this, Han Lian was stunned for a moment, then chuckled lightly.

"It seems that you have fallen into a misunderstanding."

He looked at Song Zhiwen, pointed to a weed on the side, and said, "Look at that grass, if you cut off its branches and leaves, it will still grow, but are the branches and leaves that are born still the original branches and leaves?"

"This..."

When Song Zhiwen heard this, his body trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of surprise and surprise.

When Han Lian saw this, he knew that the other party had no longer wanted to chat with him, so he got up and wanted to hang out by himself.

Seeing Han Lian get up, Song Zhiwen came back to his senses and bowed to Han Lian: "Thank you Mr. Han for clearing up the confusion, Zhiwen should serve Mr.

But my way of the sword is no longer the same. I want to say goodbye to my husband, and I ask him to forgive me. "

When Han Lian heard this, he just waved his hand and left without looking back.

He didn't really point to the other party, it all depended on his comprehension.

Since the Hanhai Tiandao was broken, it proved that there was a flaw in this Dao of the Blade.

Such a Dao of the Blade, no matter how you pursue it, even if it is recast, it will still break.

This is the willingness of the Hanhai Tiandao to be handed down from generation to generation.

It seems like this reason, most of the pure Yang realm, and even the monks in the Nirvana realm can see the key.

He just said something casually, and it depends on how he is.

Han Lian was just out of Tongtian Pavilion and couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.

The donkey beside Su Yixiao is now lying paralyzed at the entrance of Tongtian Pavilion, nibbling on his elbows and drinking wine.

He eats fiercely, and beside him, elbow bones and empty wine jars are already stacked up.

It saw Han Lian and kicked a wine jar beside him.

"Come and drink with me."