Chapter 338 Carp Eagle Confession

Fang Yang's door was tightly closed.

In the dark, he did not sleep on the bed to rest.

Instead, he sat on the Taoist mat and continued to practice.

"Sword of Broken Dreams, a spell of the Dream Dao School, third-level, inspired by the sword intent realm in the sword path."

"The stronger the sword intent of the practitioner, the more he can use this dream spell..."

At this moment, Fang Yang tightly grasped a white jade slip.

In his mind, he was recalling the words that Cambrian Yazun said to him not long ago.

The manifestation of this dream spell is similar to the sword path, which can forcibly break through some dream difficulties.

So, he gathered his mind, mobilized the true essence in the first void, and tried to practice.

The next moment.

The first void did not move, and the phantom of the Dream Emperor in his second void emitted a faint divine light.

Immediately, the red gold sword worn on the left side of the Dream Emperor's phantom suddenly flashed a little brighter.

Subconsciously, Fang Yang exerted force lightly, and a deep white sword light appeared at his fingertips, like a dream.

It was done.

He had refined this "Sword of Broken Dreams" in just a breath.

And it was not the true essence in the first and second voids that was consumed, but his soul foundation!

Fang Yang realized that from now on, with the help of the Dream Emperor's phantom, he could instantly refine any dream spells that came from the sword!

"Is this the terrifying thing about the Dream Emperor's phantom?"

He was highly impressed in his heart:

"It is worthy of being highly valued by the Canghai Emperor, and even spread the "Emperor's Theory" to treat it."

But he also knew that his second void was only at the first level.

If he wanted to improve, he had to completely devour a dream world.

All things are difficult at the beginning.

As long as the first dream world is devoured, things will be much easier to do afterwards.

Taking advantage of this favorable wind, Fang Yang went to read the "Soul Tempering and Soul Refining Sutra" to see if he could make the second void also react.

If it can also react, it would be great.

He closed his eyes, and his mind was silent in the second void.

In the center of the bronze sea of ​​true essence in the second void, the shadow of the Dream Emperor was sitting.

His face was illusory, his figure was tall, he wore a white feather fairy crown on his head, a black robe of the emperor, a Ruyi red gold sword on his left, a white jade fairy flute on his right, and lotus silk cloud shoes on his feet...

He was outstanding and proud!

Around him, nine-color fairy light rushed into the sky, and all things submitted, as if he was the incarnation of heaven.

But now, except for the Ruyi red gold sword that was shining a little.

His whole body was silent, motionless, just like the development of the current dream school.

"No reaction?" Fang Yang was a little disappointed.

After a moment, he took a deep breath and turned his mind to the [Mysterious Realm].

Mysterious Realm! Mysterious Realm! Mysterious Realm!

In the dark environment, there was a faint sound of thunder.

It turned out that Fang Yang's soul temporarily left his body to accept the tempering of the thunder brought by the "Soul Tempering and Soul Refining Sutra".

71,000 times the soul foundation!

73,000 times the soul foundation!

77,000 times the soul foundation!

82,000 times the soul foundation!

Cool.

Woohoo~

With the increase of soul foundation, Fang Yang felt comfortable all over and almost wanted to moan.

This feeling is very wonderful, like the intercourse of yin and yang between men and women, and it is continuous.

One wave is stronger than the other.

"Dang..."

A dull heavy sound sounded.

The operation of the "Soul Tempering and Soul Refining Sutra" stopped, and Fang Yang slowly opened his eyes.

85,000 times the soul foundation!

Not only that, the degree of tempering of the eagle eyes of his carp eagle phantom also increased by 3%, saving him several months of work.

With all these superpositions, how could he not feel happy?

"Hu~"

After a long time, Fang Yang took a long breath and suppressed all the emotions in his heart.

Then, he took out the broken sword of ten thousand years old peach wood.

The broken sword of ten thousand years old peach wood floated in front of him, emitting green light.

Looking at it, for some reason, Fang Yang felt a strong sense of sadness in his heart.

It shouldn't be like this.

Because in his eyes before, the broken sword of ten thousand years old peach wood was a blue phoenix, a divine lotus for crossing the tribulation, and even a vision of the Tai Chi Yin Yang diagram!

This is a seventh-level holy material. With it as the main body, it is completely possible to refine a sixth-level holy weapon with strong offensive power.

With all these situations, he should be happy.

But he looked at the broken sword of ten thousand years old peach wood, and for no reason he felt a huge sense of sadness.

"Could it be that I was infected by the thoughts left on it by the Lord of the Two Poles?"

Fang Yang was suspicious, and stretched his right hand forward and gently stroked the broken sword of ten thousand years old peach wood.

The broken peach wood sword had long been shattered, and the sword body was seriously missing. The main reason it could maintain its shape was the sword intent.

Fang Yang was speechless, stroking it carefully. It was not rough, but smooth like water waves.

The more he stroked it, the more Fang Yang felt a deep... regret? !

In contrast, the divine feather of the carp eagle in his first acupoint shone brightly, and was about to correspond to the broken peach wood sword.

The next moment, the light ball of [Avoiding danger and seeking good fortune] appeared in Fang Yang's mind, and the words evolved:

[The peach wood sword is activated, the carp eagle repents, the old dream reappears, and the fate encounters a major divergence. ]

[The best sign, accept the traction, enter the blood dream, and leave the dream by yourself after half a year, successfully break through the dream, and get an eighth-level opportunity, good luck! ]

[A good fortune, refuse to be pulled, do not enter the blood dream, the divine feathers dissipate, there are occasional storms, be cautious, the storms will disappear, the true essence will be returned, and it will be peaceful. ]

[A bad fortune, accept the pull, enter the blood dream, leave the dream by yourself after half a year, fail to venture into the dream, the foundation will be backfired, the carp eagle will be silent, fierce! ]

Seeing the fortune, Fang Yang's eyes sparkled.

It's here.

It's finally here.

The fifth blood dream he had been looking forward to for a long time has finally arrived.

It's just that the situation seems a little bad.

The peach wood sword is opened, and the carp eagle repents... This should be saying that Fang Nian made a big mistake in the past and has great regrets, so it is repentance.

The old dream reappears, and the fate encounters a major divergence... Looking at the three fortunes, you can understand that this fifth blood dream is crucial.

And the bad fortune among the three fortunes obviously means that he can only succeed in this dream adventure.

Otherwise, his foundation would be damaged, and it would be difficult for him to walk the Kunpeng Road. He would be forced to walk the Great Sun Golden Crow Road.

The winning number means that if he refuses the traction of the blood dream this time, once the carp eagle divine feathers dissipate, he may never enter the fifth blood dream again.

This is all high risk, completely different from the previous four blood dream fortunes!

It is worth mentioning that high risk also brings high returns.

The best number is the eighth-level opportunity!

If Fang Yang did not predict wrong, it must be the Tai Chi Yin Yang diagram vision he has been looking forward to for a long time!

If not, Fang Yang really couldn't figure out what else in Fang Nian's life could be considered an eighth-level opportunity.

"One year later, it will be the time when many venerable sects will fight."

"In this case, I have to practice well."

Fang Yang whispered to himself.

He said it to himself, and also to the Cambrian sub-venerable who might be spying on him.

After all, when a cultivator's practice reaches a critical moment, half a year of seclusion is not too short.

So, he fell asleep peacefully with full of expectations.

Bloodline dream, Kunpeng Road, Fang Nian, Qing Rushang, Sen Yuanyuan...

The grudges of the past should also come to an end.

Kunpeng spirit, he is here!