Three inches apart, crystal clear black mist floated from the protruding parts of the black crow's body, converging on Xiang Fenglan's palm.

The words that appeared in the blood cloud on the top of the gray wooden box revealed to Feng Lan that he had an epiphany and was running the self-named "Blood Cloud Curse".

For a moment, an inch away from the palm of the hand, crystal clear black mist threads began to coil, slowly condensed, and transformed into a black mist ball.

At the same time, Feng Lan could feel a burning spiritual energy, which continued to gather towards his left arm, where the colorful crystal stone was located.

The black mist rising from the crow gradually turned into thick smoke.

The black mist in Fenglan's palm gradually turned into a crystal clear black ball of light.

About three moments later, a shadow appeared on the crow, slowly broke away, flew into the air, and then slowly solidified, revealing its true form.

It turned out to be a giant crow wearing golden armor, staring at the wind with a pair of golden eyes.

"Yin-Yang Curse·Yin Curse·Mind-Appraisal Curse."

The giant crow did not open its mouth, but spoke human words.

A clear voice came into Feng Lan's mind.

Feng Lan was slightly startled and thought to himself: What is this? I have never heard anyone talk about it.

"The Yin-Yang Curse is one of the three wonderful books that created the world. It is divided into Yin Curse and Yang Curse. There are six Yin Curses and nine Yang Curses.

Yin Curse·Mind-Calling Curse, kept by the Yin Dragon.

Yang Curse·Bingxin Curse, kept by Tianlong.

The other mantras are scattered throughout the heavens and the world, and their whereabouts are unknown."

It seems that the mysterious thing that speaks can have a glimpse of Fenglan's heart and give a detailed explanation.

Fenglan looked around and determined that there was only one giant crow.

"Thank you." The murmuring voice said, "It must be an old friend."

Before he finished speaking, the golden-armored crow slowly disappeared into the air, disappearing without a trace.

At this time, the black crows on the ground gradually turned into ashes.

Feng Lan's right palm held up a bright and transparent black ball with a diameter of five inches.

Fenglan still couldn't explain or correctly understand the value of this thing. Seeing that the black ball had not changed, he put it into a brand new high-end storage bag.

*                              *

Others still didn't dare to land and watched from afar.

The foals were already crowded around a gap in the snow, competing for the spiritual energy floating in the gap.

"It must be the abnormal movement in the Xuanjing Mountains that affects the ground veins in the Chirou Mountains."

The middle-aged man in silver shirt dropped his sword to the ground and said in a deep voice.

"Probably." Feng Lan said, "Senior, can a land vein be opened here?"

"Okay." The middle-aged man in silver shirt said solemnly, "If I am filled with alien spiritual power, you will save me. My surname is Cha."

Feng Lan smiled calmly.

The middle-aged man in silver shirt said in surprise: "How do you know that I am a descendant of the Archmage?"

"Who else in this world can believe anything related to the Archmage? Your words of 'use the Archmage's magic weapon to open the door to the underground palace' are not self-inflicted." Feng Lan said, "Find a way to open the Chirou Mountains.

I can help you successfully break through the underground palace."

"In addition, I have already met people from the Jia and Long families." Feng Lan said in a low voice.

"My name is Cha Gaoxing. I am twenty-six years old."

After the man in the silver shirt announced his door, he took out a few items and quickly chipped away at the ice.

Feng Lan looked at his face, he was at least a middle-aged man in his forties, but he was only twenty-six.

This made Feng Lan think of some things in another world and felt normal.

Others have landed one by one and gathered around.

"Following this trajectory, if you pry up this piece of ice, it will probably be a spiritual vein on the edge of the Chirou Mountains.

It is difficult to guess whether it is the spiritual vein that leads directly to the Red Rouge Underground Palace. Only by opening it can we be sure."

Zha Gaoxing quickly put away the objects, and the royal magic weapon flew away more than twenty feet away.

Others left one after another.

Wang Fengnian and Ximen Xiaoyu wanted to say something, but then held back.

Seeing that everyone was far away, Feng Lan easily pried up a large piece of ice with a hoe.

In an instant, the whole body was penetrated by strange spiritual energy, and the spiritual apertures and acupoints were boiling as if they were being poured back by a torrential flood, and so was the blood.

It was as if the whole person had fallen into a boiling oil pot, and the spiritual power and spiritual energy in the meridians connected to each boiling acupuncture point were rushing forward without any channel.

Feng Lan immediately activated the "Blood Cloud Curse".

Perhaps, it should be more accurately called "Yin-Yang Curse, Yin Curse, and Mind-Appraisal Curse".

Useless.

Then circulate the "Wind and Snow Sutra" of Zhangtian Sect.

Useless.

Once the "Shanhe Jue" was activated, the oriental fish in my mind moved in vain.

Suddenly, the majestic spiritual power and spiritual energy rushed into the "Oriental Fish White" in chaos, like a handful of fine sand floating into the vast desert, disappearing without a trace.

Almost in that instant, the spiritual power that Feng Lan had cultivated for four years was sucked away, and his whole body was like a vacuum skin.

As a result, the newly flooded strange spiritual power fills the spiritual orifices and acupoints that are "eternally like a deep valley" at a strange speed. There is no magic formula, but it becomes more and more refined, dense and thick.

It was as if Fenglan's body had become a high-quality furnace, capable of refining and refining alien spiritual energy.

As time goes on, the pain of heart-wrenching oil boils again.

Under the operation of "Shanhe Jue", it is discharged into the "oriental fish white deep in the mind" space like a flood.

What Feng Lan was extremely puzzled about was that Dongfang Yubai's space didn't have any strange changes and was completely like a bottomless pit.

Feng Lan was not distracted.

When this round of flood discharge ends, immediately run the Fengxue Sutra to transport the spiritual power and spiritual energy that rushed into the body, so that it can run according to the established veins and be slowly refined and purified.

, refined and stored in Lingqiao acupoints.

Gradually, like the acupuncture points of a gurgling spiritual spring, a small stream seeped out of the full spiritual power and flowed along the meridians. The small streams all over the body gradually consolidated, which meant that Fenglan's cultivation realm had successfully stabilized in the divine realm.

Through himself as a medium, the alien spiritual energy from under the snowy ice was continuously input into Dongfang Yubai's mind.

Through repeated polishing, the spiritual power contained within itself becomes more refined and pure.

Even the initial level of divine artistic conception seems to have been developed after thousands of years of hard work, flowing smoothly through the meridians.

The various divine channel methods you practice will naturally appear and fluctuate with the slightest thought, and can almost become a trend.

This benefit made Fenglan overjoyed and focused even more.

*                              *

At this moment, Hu Feng came over.

He was just close to the edge of the range where the spiritual power was emanating, and his whole body immediately made a crackling sound, and his whole face was violently distorted.

Feng Lan had seen this kind of distortion with his own eyes in Raging Flame City.

Feng Lan's reaction was fast enough, and as Crow Crow thought, he said in a deep voice: "Leader of the Hu Gang, run the magic formula and gather the spiritual power and spiritual energy rushing into the body into one point. Then I can help you refine it."

Hu Feng had a very tough mind and could no longer speak, but he obeyed the instructions, endured the pain, and gathered the spiritual energy that was rushing around in his body into his chest, which suddenly swelled rapidly.

Feng Lan immediately stretched his right hand towards Zhuan Feng's chest and started to run the Yin Curse and Heart-Calling Charm.

After a while, wisps of crystal blood-colored mist emerged from Hu Feng's chest, hovering an inch away from Feng Lan's palm.

At this time, Hu Feng's moral behavior skyrocketed.

Fenglan warned: "Master Hu, let everything take its course. When you are unable to continue, just give a signal and I can drive you away from the dangerous place."

Feng Lan secretly admired Hu Feng's extraordinary courage, and was also moved by the monks all over the world who sacrificed themselves at all costs to find the way to immortality and control the power of heaven and earth.

In fact, the "bad guy" he killed did not go for this goal, but chose a different way and path.

Who is right?

Who is wrong?

Thousands of reasons and all kinds of moral principles are not worth a word to make the king or defeat the enemy.

The right to explain is always in the mouth of the strong survivor.

Time passed by suddenly.

Hu Feng's Taoist behavior reached the peak of the spiritual realm, indicating that the physical body could no longer bear it.
To be continued...