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"Half of you?" Wang Fan smiled and said, "Even if I give up to you, do you dare to eat it?"

When he used phagocytosis just now, he found that the spiritual power in the odorizing mouse's body was extremely mixed, and there was a faint tendency to conflict and restrain each other. Thinking of what he just said, he understood that this was the reason for devouring too many treasures of genius.

"Your cultivation is not as good as the first level of monsters, but your spiritual power has been mixed to the extent of conflict with each other. If you continue to swallow the genius treasure and forcibly improve your cultivation, then wait for the body to explode and die."

He is not alarmist, that is, a monster. He is born with strong meridians. If he is a human monk, let alone swallows a genius treasure to forcibly improve his cultivation, even if he does not stabilize the Taoist foundation and increases his cultivation too fast, it will also cause a series of adverse reactions. The most serious thing is naturally to go into the demon explosion and die.

"I'm not afraid. I'm a smelling mouse for ten thousand years. How can I compare with an ordinary monster?" The smelling mouse doesn't seem to care at all, but he can't hide his worries in his eyes.

Wang Fan saw it clearly and couldn't help laughing, and then said generously, "Although you and I were hostile to each other a few days, we got along well with each other for a long time. What you did before was driven by people, and I stopped pursuing a large number of adults, and you really helped a lot just now, I It's hard to help you solve this problem. It's a personal favor for you.

"Can you help me?" The smelling mouse's little eyes turned and sneered disdainfully: "Your cultivation is much worse than mine, and it's simply a joke to help me with your big words."

"What if I can help you?" Wang Fan was confident: "Do you dare to bet with me?"

"If you want to bet, whoever is afraid of!" The smelling mouse doesn't believe that he can do it at all. How can he not take the opportunity to raise conditions: "If you can't solve the problem of aura in my body, let me go immediately."

Although Wang Fan did not plan to kill him, he did not let go of his plan. He thought that his first-order monster was caught by a nine-level monk, which was a great disgrace. But if he bet to win back his freedom, his statement would change, and at least he could win back some face.

Wang Fan had long found that he could brag about his face. When he proposed the matter of gambling, he thought that he would make such a condition. Seeing that it was true, he couldn't help but be happy and said, "You will take advantage of it. I saved you. If I can't save you, I have to let you go. This doesn't seem to be good for me!"

The smelly mouse is the kind of guy who is timid and suspicious. Everything can't follow him too much, just like Wang Fan can't agree to this bet, otherwise it will make him suspicious.

"What do you want?" Sure enough, the smelling mouse is anxious, and it is about to be free. There must be no accident: "Well, if it really heals me, I will be your cooly for free for a year and find all the genius treasures of the Hengling Mountains for you."

The monster lives for a long time and has no concept of time. A year is just a few sleep in their eyes, but in the eyes of Wang Fan, it is not short. It has only been more than ten years since he entered the world of cultivation.

"Okay, it's a deal!" Wang Fan was overjoyed.

Because I remembered that Lao Shen said that there was also one of his brothers in the cave who failed to open his wisdom. That was hundreds of thousands of years of ginseng, which was definitely a treasure in the treasure. However, Wang Fan searched for a long time and did not find any clue. He was really unwilling to give up so much, so he took the idea of a smelling mouse and thought of such a bet and let him become one again. After the free labor, I didn't expect that the smelling mouse suddenly came out like this. How could it not make people overjoyed?

"Looking for a treasure for me for a year is not a dream, haha, all the genius treasures in the Hengling Mountains are mine!" He was so happy that he couldn't even crack the corners of his mouth. Of course, he can't be happy too early now, because he hasn't cured the smelling mouse's spiritual power.

However, since he proposed it himself, he must be sure that the name of phagocytosis is not a joke.

Wang Fan's confident performance surprised the smelling mouse. He secretly said that this boy would not really have this ability, but when he thought about it, he felt that it was impossible. Even the wolf king was helpless about his spiritual disease. What can a nine-level monk do to practice qi? He was relieved when he thought about it.

Wang Fan looked at the change of his expression, but ignored it. Instead, he stretched out his palm and put it on his back. The five spiritual forces in his body circulated for several weeks in turn. He figured out the conflict of his spiritual power, then operated the phagocytosis and began to slowly absorb the miscellaneous spiritual forces in his body.

"Oh, my spiritual power!" The smelling rat quickly sensed it and twisted it a few times uneasily, but because of the bondage of the fairy rope, not to mention breaking free, even his whole body's spiritual power was in a sluggish state, so he had to let Wang Fan swallow it up.

But gradually he felt the beauty of it. Every time Wang Fan absorbed a trace of spiritual power, he relaxed all over, like a mountain with thousands of pounds on his back, and the earth and stone were moved away one by one.

"Comfortable, I haven't felt this way for a long time!" The smelling mouse couldn't help moaning and wanted to stretch out, but he remembered that his hands were tied, and then remembered the gambling battle just now. He couldn't help but be shocked and shouted: "This boy can really cure my difficult and miscellaneous diseases. What can I do? Is it really driven by it for a year?

After all, Wang Fan is a practicing monk. Even if one foot has entered the foundation-building period, he still can't be compared with him, so he is driven by it, and from the bottom of his heart, he is unwilling.

After all, monsters are monsters. Although their wisdom is comparable to that of human beings, and they have learned a lot of conspiracy and tricks, they are still more innocent.

"That's all. Isn't it driven for a year? It will be over after a few sleeps."

The smelling mouse struggled in his heart, but Wang Fan behind him was full of joy.

This time he made a lot of money. The function of phagocytosis is really as he imagined, and he can selectively absorb the spiritual power of different attributes: "Good spell, really a good spell. It seems that phagocytosis is the first spell I know." Originally, he felt that the self-created Lingfeng technique was the best, but now he has to admit that the phagocytosis technique far exceeds the Lingfeng skill.

He is a mixed spiritual root of the five spirits. From the beginning, he has practiced all five spirits, and every time the wood spiritual power increases first, and then the other four attributes of spiritual power increase one after another. This order can never be changed. Even if he has other attributes of spiritual power stored in his body, such as absorbing a large amount of water and fire in the tarantula desert, he still can't Call, and also start from the wooden spiritual power.

Later, in order to overcome this difficulty, he learned a simple spiritual power invocation method from the Iron Master. With the help of the Taoist magic mirror, he reluctantly called out the fire spiritual power to stimulate the increase of the other four attributes of spiritual power. At the beginning, he did gain a lot. His cultivation continued to grow, and the bottleneck broke through repeatedly. He was so happy that he thought that he had finally found It's the right way to practice, but over time, it finally shows great shortcomings.

When he was still practicing Qi on the seventh level, he almost went crazy once. It was with Yuan Hong and Song San to hunt down several people who wanted to seize their spiritual weapons. Fortunately, his cultivation was low, and he instantly realized that it did not cause a big disaster. At that time, he thought it was because of the progress was too fast. Later, it was deliberately stabilized for a period of time.

But when he broke through the ninth level of Qi practice, the real crisis came. Although he had been consolidating for a long time, he still felt that the Taoist foundation was unstable from time to time and had to slow down the speed of cultivation. If he had followed the previous speed, he would have broken through the bottleneck of foundation building by now.

"The old ginseng once said something about 'the method of practicing all five spirits'. I don't know what the secret it is. Most of them will explain it. Unfortunately, it is likely to have been lost, and even the old ginseng who have lived hundreds of thousands of people can't explain it clearly."

Wang Fan was secretly sorry, but he was happy again. Whether this problem can be solved or not, it will not be a problem for him from now on, because phagocytosis can be solved satisfactorily.

"Isn't devouring spiritual power another form of spitting aura? It's just that one is slowly drawn from nature, and the other is drawn from other creatures. The essence of the two is not different. Unfortunately, I don't know how the old ginseng uses it to devour the essence of life."

"Okay, okay, don't devour it. The miscellaneous spiritual power has been swallowed up. If you swallow it again, it will be my pure spiritual power." The smelly mouse suddenly shouted, breaking Wang Fan's deep thought.

Wang Fan did not stop, but had a tendency to speed up devouring: "I have cured you. Can our bet count?"

"Calculation, absolutely Damn it, boss, don't suck it. If you suck it again, I'll become a mouse!" The smelling mouse screamed in panic.