015 magic species

I don't know how many hours have passed.

The Ning Xin bell above his head rang again, and Yang Zifan woke up in a cold sweat.

At this time, he had a big-eared monk beside him and looked at him with a smile.

Yang Zifan said, "You were talking just now?"

"No, but I saw a figure in you." The big-eared monk smiled.

Yang Zifan looked sideways at him and smiled, "How can I have someone on my body?"

The big-eared monk shook his head and said, "It's wrong. There is a shadow, which looks like a day of hatred."

"Is it far from the sky?" Hearing this familiar name, Yang Zifan was shocked, but he laughed without saying, "Li Hate Tian, how can I be that thing?"

The big-eared monk said, "Those who hate are the ones who resent the sky; those who hate the sky, those who are angry with the world. You complain about the sky and get angry, don't you?"

Yang Zifan said, "Am I that kind of person?"

The big-eared monk said seriously, "The benefactor planted a demon, and I'm afraid of things sooner or later."

Yang Zifan's heart was cold and said, "That's my own business. Thank you for your concern." He got up and patted the dust on his body, looked at the thousand-foot cliff and said, "How can this go down? I'm leaving."

The big-eared monk said, "If the donor wants to leave, he has to remove the demon seed in his heart."

Yang Zifan glanced at him and said, "Do you think I will listen to you?"

The big-eared monk did not argue with him and pointed to the bell in the sky and said, "This peace bell has not been ringing for many years. Since you came, it has rang four times a day. Do you know whether this is a blessing or a curse?

Yang Zifan sneered and said three times, "I don't have the leisure to care whether it is a blessing or a curse, whether it is a blessing for me to suffer, and whether it is a blessing for me to block it. What's the use of me to force it."

The big-eared monk was stunned for a moment and respectfully saluted Yang Zifan: "The old man benefited a lot from his words."

Yang Zifan saw that his boss behaved like this and said, "Then let me go. I still have someone to save him."

The big-eared monk shook his head again and said, "The donor is predestined to be with my Buddha, and the old man can't let the donor go."

"You are the one." Yang Zifan was irritable and angry and didn't know where to scold. He could only be surprised.

The big-eared monk said to himself, "I remember that in Emperor Chu's city that day, Yang Shi fought against the three generals. The first move deliberately slowed down by half a second and let General Feifeng's feather arrow hit General Feihu's shoulder. He flashed and knocked on General Feifeng's shoulder, and the last fight with General Feilong to death. The stick that the donor flew out with the imperial sword seemed to be fierce, but there was no murderous atmosphere. He only broke his body and destroyed his armor. The benefactor's heart is not as good as the Buddha's heart.

Yang Zifan said, "I'm not that kind."

The big-eared monk smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't admit it, but if it goes on like this when the owner is worried in his heart, I'm afraid that the demon seed in his heart will germinate and grow into a tree."

He has been talking crookedly. Yang Zifan really couldn't listen and said angrily, "Didn't you say that saving people's lives is better than building a seven-level buoy slaughter? My friend's life is imminent. You trapped me here. Is this the way to save people?

"It's easy to go out, but the old man only asks, is it true that there are thousands of mages?"

Finally speaking, Yang Zifan shrugged his shoulders and said, "Why should I lie to you?"

In such a sentence, everything is clear.

The big-eared monk said, "In this case, Lao Na told you that you want to go out and finish something, so that the bell will not ring."

Yang Zifan didn't want to be trapped here and said, "How can this be done? I don't have much time."

The big-eared monk laughed and said, "Isn't the disciples sent by Tianyuan down the mountain ordinary people? Don't laugh. You want to save your friends quickly and finish this at ease."

After saying that, the whole person flew to the floating temple in the air.

Yang Zifan was stunned and shouted, "Hey, what's your name, Monk?"

"The old name has no appearance."

"Woxiang" Yang Zifan silently read several times, and the "Wou" generation is a senior monk of Tianning Temple. It's not strange to recognize his identity at a glance. He is targeted by him. I'm afraid he can't leave without finishing the matter of Ning Xinzhong.

It's just that why it keeps ringing? Yang Zifan looked at it with a bitterness in his heart. He didn't understand where his magic seed was.

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The main courtyard of Tianning Temple is floating in the air, thousands of feet away from the cliff where the monks live. How to go up is already a difficult thing for Yang Zifan to die, not to mention making Ning's heart bellless.

Yang Zifan sat on the high platform and couldn't think of a way to go up. His cultivation was all exhausted. Because of the curse of the supernatural fruit, the external vitality refused to approach him.

How is it?

He has been thinking about it for three days and nights. On this day, he suddenly saw a new green grass growing alone on a cliff. He was stunned and suddenly thought of a bold method.

If you don't have vitality, why don't you create it yourself?

So he calmed down and let the heart of the nine-leaf green lotus rotate and control the spiritual feeling to fall into the purple house, but no matter how the heart of the nine-leaf green lotus rotates, there is no green lotus spirit.

He opened his eyes to look at the vitality floating around him to find out how the vitality came from silence. This is an extremely long process, and he doesn't know how long it will take.

When my heart tightened, I suddenly remembered the wishing grass that could see through everything. I quickly took out the wishing grass in the ring and motioned it to look at the vitality around it.

Wish grass is amazing, but it can really be like this. Big black eyes are staring at a grain of vitality.

The vitality flew around like bubbles. It stood in a daze, and a golden-black light appeared on its body, and the vitality began to diverge.

From the beginning of the chaos, to the collision, to the overflow between the rocks, the vegetation, to the free floating in the air, swallowed by a bird and turned into the energy of the bird. After the death of the bird, it returned to the original time.

All developments are changing rapidly under the eyes of wishing grass.

Yang Zifan stared at a lifetime of vitality. After wishing grass finished all this, his whole body withered a lot. With listless eyes, he lay beside Yang Zifan and fell asleep.

He is unconscious, and only the vitality in his heart is generated, changing and disappearing, and scenes are circulating in his eyes. The two-leaf green lotus heart in the body began to rotate again, and the white and blue airflow fell from the tip of the petals drop by drop, colliding.

Every step is extremely difficult and extremely hard. Yang Zifan doesn't know how many times he has been asleep because of spiritual consumption, let alone how long it has been outside. He only knows the scene of trying to remember the vitality in his heart again and again.

The white and cyan airflow collided with each other, separated and disappeared, disappeared and separated. I don't know how many times such actions were repeated. Finally, the two-color airflows accurately collided with each other, turning out countless vitality, one by one flying in the purple house, countless times. It collided again and turned into another vitality, as if a large flame was burning more and more.

Yang Zifan was shocked and woke up. He was surprised to find that he had recovered some cultivation under such a collision. He didn't know whether such a change was good or bad. He only knew that he would go up quickly and let Ning Xinzhong stop to save Si Nan Xiaoxiao.

One day, after a long time, Yang Zifan, who was sitting quietly, suddenly opened his eyes, roared and rose up in the sky, like a long rainbow running through the sun, falling on the mysterious land of Tianning Temple in the air.

He succeeded and successfully relied on the heart of Jiuye Qinglian to produce his own vitality. Such vitality is not from heaven and earth, not others but his own. After dispersing, it can't blend with the natural vitality. He was not sure whether this thing was still Zhenyuan or not, but he knew that it was extremely difficult to make and the spiritual consumption was extremely large.

It took three months to create enough vitality for him. If you use Hope, it only takes an hour to fully recover your cultivation. The gap between the two is so big.

Yang Zifan stepped on the green brick floor of Tianning Temple, and the cold feeling under his feet clearly reached his heart, and the bell above the zenith sounded once again.

He looked at it and walked step by step under the bell tower. None of the monks he met around him hindered him.

"Can you stop ringing?" Looking up and listening to the bell, Yang Zifan was a little irritable, and this feeling became stronger and stronger as he came to the bell tower.

"Just destroy you, and it won't ring again." The thoughts from the bottom of his heart made Yang Zifan's blood boil, and he jumped up and knocked on it.

Ning Xinzhong's "dongdong" sounded more loudly without any sense of destruction.

Yang Zifan fell down and felt that his hands were numb because of the shaking of Zhong's body, and he was a little surprised that Zhong was so powerful. He sat down cross-legged and wanted the wishing grass to help him, but the wishing grass in the ring was still asleep, and the past of exploring vitality was too much for it.

Yang Zifan could only sit cross-legged under the clock again, staring at the echoing Ning Xinzhong, and his approach made it unstop.

"Why do you always ring?" Yang Zifan didn't understand. He looked at Zhong and thought to himself for five days and five nights, recalling what he said.

"Are you an illusion?" He thought of some possibility and flew up to touch the clock. It was really cold.

"Magic Seed! What is the devil's seed? He gave up the falsehood and thought about the demon seed in his heart.

"A seed blooms a poisonous flower, poisons everyone, that is the devil." Just when Yang Zifan was puzzled, the voice he heard before May sounded again.

He looked around in surprise and was empty, so he whispered, "Who are you?"

The man lost his voice, and Yang Zifan fell into silence again. He remembered the time in his heart. Three months in the Fairy College and five months in Tianning Temple. Eight months have passed, and there were still four months left. Si Nanxiao was afraid that his life was on the verge of day. Thinking of this, somehow, he actually felt a high heart in his heart. It seemed that Si Nan's small death was an extremely happy thing. He laughed and suddenly shouted, "Die, die, die. Who told you to go? It's good to die."