The gray incense burner emitted wisps of purple-black smoke.

The foals in the spirit beast cage, two "eight-like" ones, lie down quietly, absorbing the purple-black smoke, and breathing out red mist evenly through their noses.

The three little flower snakes in the snake cage and the two little birds in the bird cage inhaled a puff of purple-black smoke and became limp in the cage, with their bodies turning blood red.

Feng Lan observed while eating, pondering the blood quality of the little flower snake and the little bird.

Obviously, it is far less similar than Little Pony and Eight.

This purple-black smoke no longer affected him at all.

In comparison, the behavior of the little flower snake and the bird was most similar to the behavior when he smoked cigarettes for the first time - being melted.

Feng Lan didn't feel sorry for the fate of the little flower snake and the little bird at all. Five spiritual crystals were lost.

He didn't want to reveal the secret of the incense burner in the Wang family, so he chose this pure place specially.

Full of tea and food.

Concentrate on practicing.

After practicing, read the ancient books.

"Tai Chi Shen Ru", 505 pages, each page tells the magic method. Starting from the most basic ten yin and yang five element talismans, to various derivation, combination, talisman formation, urn diagram, spiritual filling, Qi gathering, photography

Soul, everything is meticulous and meticulous.

There is no single word about the incense burner.

Fenglan closed the book in disappointment, thinking back to the boy in yellow shirt, and his memory was naturally brought to that world of ice and snow.

The surnames such as "Feng", "Jia", "Long", "Lu" and "Cha" mentioned by Bai Hu aroused Feng Lan's nerves.

"Let's go look for it tonight."

Fenglan paid attention and checked the contents of each storage bag at will.

Spirit crystals, one hundred and thirty in total.

There are eleven booklets in total on Taoism and magical powers.

There are not many other spiritual materials, books, etc. in total.

A piece of broken sheepskin the size of a palm, with a pattern drawn from light red, light purple, and light blue.

Judging from the broken edges, this is just one piece of a whole piece.

Fenglan put away the sheepskin alone and began to flip through the booklet on Taoism and magical powers.

"Shenmujue?"

"It turns out that the black fire ghost hand is the first stage of the Divine Eye Technique, 'Ghost Smoke'?"

Feng Lan's eyes widened and he read on with concentration.

Divine Eye Jue was created by the great sages of the human race after understanding the "Seven Blood Eyes" magic of the Sky Demon Blue Crane Clan. It includes ghost smoke, ink fire, roaring wind, disaster clouds, remaining night, moon surge, stars, burning incense, and divine eyes.

Nine levels, one after another, will eventually lead to the attainment of divine eyes.

This book only records the first level of "Ghost Smoke" cultivation method, which is extremely superficial and not popular.

Feng Lan rubbed the center of his eyebrows, trying to figure out the spiritual power refined by the little hand touching the center of his eyebrows, imagining the possibility of condensing a divine eye in the center of his eyebrows.

"The True Monarch Xian Sheng has such a divine eye."

Fenglan tried to practice, and the tips of his five fingers were faintly green.

This phenomenon alone is much more than that of the man in black.

"Could it be that that stupid pig uses other methods to practice?"

"Poison smoke?"

Feng Lan quickly figured out the key.

In half an hour, he had mastered the first level of the Divine Eye Technique, the "Ghost Smoke" technique.

Who knows, this is the power of "Wind and Snow Sutra".

Feng Lan repeatedly practiced various Taoist and magical powers, and it was estimated that it would be almost dusk, so he packed up neatly and paid a high price for this room before going out.

Stay away from Songhe Tower, find a secluded place, put on a set of black robes, and put on a straw woven wing fan crown.

"So handsome, why are you so handsome?"

Feng Lan looked at his brand new outfit in the mirror, twisted his waist and shrugged.

"Xiao Hui, it's up to you."

Feng Lan released the foal and took a look at the little flower snake and bird. They were already full of energy and looking for an opportunity to escape.

The spirit beast cage is made of special materials and belongs to the treasure category, which can suppress ordinary monsters and spirit beasts.

The pony sniffed the old books, and the two big eyes flashed a layer of gray, and ran forward.

Feng Lan is going to find the yellow shirt teenager to figure out what he is with the master.

***

To north, fifty miles away, a large area of ​​dense forests, the bear fire light illuminates the corner of the forest.

The little horse returned to the beast cage, stretched his body, and lay comfortably.

Feng Lan distinguish the direction, make rough prediction, and quickly approach the light position.

"Surnamed, you still obediently surrender the sheepskin in your hand. Otherwise, after tonight, there is no heaven begging."

"Is it a person who is greedy for life?"

Feng Lan was stunned, this is the voice of the square face during the day, softly: "Sheepskin?"

"The surname is,, you have a bit of temper, a little reputation, very good."

"snort."

Feng Lan has approached, see the two confrontation people.

More than ten people on the west are headed by Fang Face, and more than 30 people on the east are headed by donkey face old man.

The man of the square face, quite a little bit of the momentum.

The old man of the donkey face, a wretched face, the ugly eagle hook's nose rolled slightly, pulled his mouth and moved with his eyes, even more ugly.

At this time, one person came out of the dark and came to the side of the old man on the donkey face, with a whisper with ears.

"Okay, it's very good. The dog cubs leave Songhe Tower, and things are easy to do." The old man of the donkey face suddenly asked, "Is there any movement on the black wind?

Killing, can Dahei Rong still sit still? "

"Back to elder, there is no news from the black wind."

"Okay, it's very good, first destroy the heavenly begging gang. Kill!"

The square face of the square faced the seven people headed by the old man of the donkey face to attack, and in a blink of an eye, it was in the wind.

Feng Lan is too late to think about it. With a red cloth masked, take out an ordinary sword.

A sword cut out, Qing Hui shines empty, the wind sounds.

"Crane Liming?"

The old man of the donkey face is the middle -level cultivation of Ningyuan Realm.

He touched his waist and made a golden abacus.

The abacus grains grew stronger, smashed into Fenglan's head viciously.

Feng Lan's quality of the French sword in the hand could not compete with it, so he had to abandon the sword to protect himself.

Bang ~, the Fa Jian was smashed, and the gold abacus was dripped.

"The wind is tight, pulling."

The old man of the donkey face recruited the magic weapon and greeted his men to escape.

Feng Lan was a little discouraged. I wanted to understand that as long as it was targeted by others, it was not as easy as a smooth sailing.

"Come, but the sword gourd peak, Yunhemao?"

The square facial Han holds a punch and salutes.

"Gang Gang Lord, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Feng Lan lowered his voice and said with a thick change.

A injured old man quickly stepped forward and spoke to Fang Face.

"Oh? This morning, Yun He was beheaded?" Fang Faced's eyebrows frowned, coldly, "Who is your way?"

"People who pass by." Feng Lan decided not to show up and left, "Gang the Lord, you owe me alone, be conscience, is it?"

Feng Lan is just ingenious and hidden in darkness.

"What are the magic soldiers, what kind of magical powers do people who kill Yunhe?"
To be continued...