Chapter 659: Epiphany, go to Hong!

　　 The body structure of the Witch tribe is similar to that of the Human tribe, but the Witch tribe’s body is hundreds of times more powerful than the Human tribe since birth.
They were originally a family born for war. They were formed by the blood of Pangu. They were originally given the mission of guarding the prehistoric. The twelve ancestors of the time worked together to display the twelve capitals of the gods and reproduce the true body of Pangu How overbearing.
Unfortunately, it was arranged by Qian Hong.
Yang Jian has always had some respect for the Wu Clan, and at this point he can finally proceed with the major events he has planned for many years.
Da Ang is still the ‘experimental subject’ to do my part, and the spiritual core left by a quasi-sacred chaos spirit race to be transplanted to him is comparable to Da Ang’s own strength.
The principle is very simple. It is to integrate the spiritual core with the witch's physical body, so that the spiritual core can play its original role and strengthen the witch's physical body and the soul...
The primordial spirit of the witch race is called the witch soul, which is similar to the mortal soul, but is naturally scattered in the body of the witch race.
This point, and the eighth level of the Eight-Nine Profound Art, the immortal body achieved after the physical body and the soul are completely fused...After all, they are all the brainchild of Pangu God. Perhaps this commonality is that the Wu Clan was killed by Qianhong. The main reason for the collapse.
In other words, Yang Jian used his own sword to transplant spiritual cores for the children of the Witch tribe, which is also a ‘shortcut’ for him to realize the eighth realm of the Eight or Nine Profound Art through alternative methods.
Do more if you want to do more.
"Yang, no, no...Second Lord!"
When Da Ang was pressed by Yang Jian with one hand on the stone platform, the six arms held Yang Jian's arm backhand, and the word'counsel' was written on the shoehorn's face.
Yang Jian smiled and said, "Relax, you will be fine soon."
While speaking, Yang Jian took the spiritual core on the side with his right hand, and injected a profound energy into the spiritual core, checking whether there was still the original chaotic creature's soul power remaining in the spiritual core.
At the same time, Yang Jian's left hand was pressed against Da Ang's chest, a trace of profound energy slowly enveloping Da Ang's chest.
The mystery of the Wu Clan's body was unreservedly exposed in front of Yang Jian.
Yang Jian closed his eyes and stood there quietly for half an hour. When Da Ang couldn't help falling asleep, he finally made the next move.
Slowly raising his left hand, Yang Jian held his sword fingers together, and drew a complicated circular formation on Da Ang's chest, and then the formation slowly fell, imprinted on Da Ang's chest, and penetrated towards his dark skin. .
With a wide-open eyes, the whole person tensed, but under the pressure of Yang Jian, there was no way to shake.
"Don't shout, keep it up."
Yang Jian whispered, Da Ang gritted his teeth immediately, and the veins on his not-so-good-looking face burst out, and strands of hair that were not too vigorous fell.
The spirit core floated and landed in the formation on the big chest, instantly letting the formation shine!
Da Ang finally breathed a long sigh of relief at this time, but before he completely relaxed his mind and body, his whole body trembled again, the unimaginable torture made him almost grind his teeth.
"Don't shout, you will lose your vitality, the effect will be greatly reduced."
Yang Jian instructed in a low voice, and quickly slapped a handful of palm prints on Da Ang's body.
A wave of profound energy strengthened Da Ang's inherently powerful physical body, smashing the two powerful forces that had conflicted in Da Ang's body abruptly, and then slowly condensing these two forces.
This is completely a process of sublimation, which seems to be opening up a path that the Wu clan has never tried.
Even this should be a situation that Pangu Great God had never considered.
But this formation and the principle of transplanting spiritual cores were brought out by the Great Master Xuandu...
At this time, Yang Jian felt more and more that Master Xuandu and Master were two completely different monks.
Xuandu is inclined to study all kinds of weird methods, from the method of controlling the spirit race to the method of spiritual core transplantation at this time. If the Great Master Xuandu has not grasped some souls for research, Yang Jian would not believe it.
But this did not affect Yang Jian's admiration for Xuandu's rise.
On the other hand, Yuding is a more ‘traditional’ cultivator who follows a step-by-step approach, searching for a known path and wandering about life and death dozens of times, but he still refuses to look back.
Both the master and the master are among the strongest monks under the prehistoric saints today. In comparison, Yang Jian naturally admires his master more.
Daang rolled his eyes and passed out directly.
Yang Jian slowly reduced the strength of his every slap, constantly controlling the delicate balance in Da Ang's body.
Because this balance is broken, Da Ang can be seriously injured immediately...
On the city wall, Puppet Fourteen looked at this side with his head tilted, as if he was quite interested in what Yang Jian was doing.
Many children of the witch race also stood up and looked at this place, while the witches and witches stood aside nervously, naturally trying to help him when Da An couldn't hold it.
Before that, Yang Jian had never expected that it would take a whole day and a night to transform a great witch of Da Ang's strength.
When he stepped back half a step, the man lying on the stone table had changed a lot.
The six arms have disappeared, only two sturdy arms, the Wu Clan's battle body seems to be closer to the Human Clan.
But this is not Yang Jian's handwriting, but Da Ang's own changes. It seems that this witch clan battle body has moved closer to the innate Taoist body.
Da Ang's chest was engraved with a light blue formation mark, most of a spiritual core was embedded in his flesh and blood, and a small part was exposed outside, exuding a certain powerful Dao rhyme.
In addition, the biggest change is probably becoming bald...
Yang Jian pointed his finger on Da Ang's head. The latter trembled, his eyes opened, and light flashed in his eyes.
With a strange cry, Da Ang jumped up directly. Fortunately, Yang Jian quickly pulled a robe and fell on his waist.
"Hahaha! My body is full of power now! Hahahaha! I will be invincible in the world!"
The witches and witches had a black face and suddenly shouted loudly, wanting to slam a punch to the ground, but suddenly remembered that this was in the profound capital city of Taoism, so they could only put their fists back.
Quite aggrieved kind.
The body full of power, with explosive muscles all over, seems to be able to evoke some kind of wonderful Taoist rhyme with every move.
Da Ang leaned in front of Yang Jian, chuckling, he seemed to want to learn from Yang Jian, but when the words came to his lips, he was stunned by the witch ghost's gaze that wanted to kill.
"Second Lord, punch me!"
Yang Jian suddenly squinted his eyes, but he didn't expect that there would still be people asking for such a request these days.
"Then you stand still."
Yang Jian casually rolled up his sleeves, Da Ang wrapped his waist robe tightly, and then squatted down, making a low cry, revealing a six-armed body. The six arms formed a firm shield wall in front of him.
Before taking a left step, Yang Jian took a lunge, his left fist seemed to have little strength, and he usually pushed it in front of Da Ang.
"Second Lord, you..."
Before the two words of force were spoken, Yang Jian's boxing front suddenly trembled, and Qiankun was squeezed out of layers of wave marks, and Yang Jian's left fist smashed through these wave marks and hit the spot where Da'ang's arms met.
boom!
Da Ang's figure flew out directly, his six arms swayed weakly like kelp, and the whole person made a strange sound, directly hitting the large array of light walls covering the upper part of Xuandu City, and was mercilessly bounced by the light walls. When he came back, he fell vertically on the corner of the wall.
Yang Jian clapped his hands, looked at the Wu clan masters of Da Ang's generation beside the stone platform, and smiled: "Next."
Several witch men and women shook their bodies at the same time, each one with a wry smile, actively moved forward.
The witch and ghost used their supernatural powers to shrink the ground and lift the half-dead back.
I don't know if I don't check it. After checking Da Ang's situation a little bit, the witch is relieved, and he is even more shocked by Yang Jian's punch.
Da Ang didn't seem to be seriously injured, and the'mana' everywhere in his body was beaten empty...
I don't know how Yang Jian did it, but this punch gave Daan a lot of benefits, at least it can make Daan's foundation more solid, and there will be no mistakes in the road of practice in the future.
"Second Lord, take a rest," the witch whispered to her.
Yang Jian waved his hand, did not say much, and began to select the spiritual core that was suitable for the Wu female lying on the stone platform.
With the experience that Da Ang gave, Yang Jian was familiar with the road for the second time, and this time he completed the transplant in only three or four hours.
The speed behind is also gradually accelerating, from three or four hours to two hours, and a spiritual core left by the quasi-sage chaotic creature can be transplanted in the next half an hour. Yang Jian becomes more comfortable and feels no fatigue.
By studying the war body of the Wu clan, Yang Jian seems to have opened a door.
Although he still had half a step to get to the door, he raised his hand at this time and was able to push the door through a gap...
Constantly studying and understanding, this gap is being pushed bigger and bigger.
The Eight-Nine Profound Technique and the witch's battle body confirmed each other, how to condense the eighth Xuan Huang body and how to quickly sublimate, to Yang Jian, it is no longer a confusion.
Pangu God has pointed the way for him!
Although Yang Jian didn't know how to break through the limit of the seventh level at this time, he suddenly had a hint of inspiration through his'conception' of the immortal Xuan Huang body.
It seems that the word Guihong has another meaning.
When Yang Jian began to transplant spiritual cores for the children of the Witch Clan, because the physical strength of these Witch Clan children was not comparable to that of the Great Witches, one could be perfectly transplanted in almost half a time.
Guihong... Guihong...
Why is the seventh most important name of the Eight-Nine Profound Art using the word "Guihong"?
Gui Hong is Gui Yan. Originally, Yang Jian thought it was a kind of longing for the Taisu Realm from God Pangu, but now, Yang Jian suddenly felt that this was not right.
If Guihong Realm wants to reach the limit of Great Perfection, it seems to start with the word ‘gui’.
Yang Jian's perception of the Eight-Nine Profound Art suddenly poured out, as if a mouthful of spiritual springs appeared, and a gurgling stream connected these spiritual springs in series.
Epiphany.
Yang Jian single-minded and two-purposes, in order not to interrupt the enlightenment, and not to harm the witch girl in front of him, half of his mind fell into the enlightenment.
After all, it took three times as long, Yang Jian transplanted the spiritual core for the witch girl, and immediately closed his eyes.
An obscure and mysterious aura diffused from around Yang Jian's body and swept in all directions.
At that moment, the witches and ghosts' eyes widened, and the children of the witch tribe were stunned.
Go...
What the is it?
Self?
Don't you just stand here, and what's your point?
Then, before I became the dying boy lying on the broken kang, did he ever exist in this world earlier and longer?
In the long river of true spirits flowing between being and nothing, has his light ever left behind?
Even if it is only a little bit, weak and short-lived, in a long time, before the endless years, did he exist?
Where did he come from, the world that he imagined from the moment a saint was dying a long time ago?
If ever...
So, no matter where it is, no matter where it is, is it possible to return?
Can you return?
Can you return?
Yang Jian suddenly opened his eyes and looked up to the sky. No one could see what he saw at this time. It was a long river running in the chaotic sea, ignoring all obstacles, and rushing toward Yang Jian!
Mayfly died in the morning;
Longevity Tao fruit hanging;
Eternal age;
Hundreds of difficult times
Seek an immortal way today;
Want to find perfection;
This greatness
It's hard to fall back.
Within ‘being’, one era after another continues to fall. Then who was he in these eras and before these eras?
If the true spirit is immortal ~EbookFREE.me~ the river of true spirits is the endless years that run through all of this, can the imprint left by that once be returned?
Can you return...
Yang Jian slowly closed his eyes again, but the universe around his body suddenly became obscured and invisible, as if Yang Jian had suddenly disappeared.
In the tomb of the saint, afterimages appeared on the only small road in the heart of the sea, looking towards the exit.
In the corner across the city wall, the puppet maker suddenly stopped his movements and turned his head to look at the wall.
Honghuang, Yuquan Mountain, Jinxia Cave.
The avatar of Yang Jian suddenly melted, and the real Jade Ding who was performing the method of fellow practitioners suddenly raised his head, his eyes widened!
An inexplicable Taoist rhyme engulfed Yang Jian's one-third of the soul, and disappeared in a blink of an eye under Yuding's gaze; this scene occurred in the black spirit world at the same time, and the strange incarnation disappeared completely, making Ao Xinke suddenly Panicked.
At this moment, Yang Jian truly disappeared in the "visible realm". He lost his breath and mark. Even though many witches knew that Yang Jian was standing there, they couldn't see or see clearly...
There was a soft humming sound from nowhere, as if a faint light gathered from nowhere, but it seemed as if everything was business as usual, except that Yang Jian was gone...
"What, what?"
"Quiet! Don't act rashly, protect the law for the second master."
The witch whispered, a group of witches turned into clay sculptures, and they didn't dare to move there.