Chapter 440 A Deeper Conception

Duan Rong returned to Yun Fengfeng and watched the sky -high cloud shadow on the peak.

He also came directly to the practice secret room behind the hall on the first floor of the pavilion.

As the carved wood wall door behind him slowly closed, Duan Rong stood on the side of the statue of the King of Ming Dynasty, and his eyes moved slightly.

He was thinking about the position of the four idols. The candlelight not far away hit his face, reflecting a sharp face.

After thinking about the thoughts, he advanced his own cultivation secret room.

He walked into the secret room, but did not close the stone gate, but walked straight to a low box cage next to the cabinet in the corner.

Duan Rong squatted in the box of the cage, and found a key from the bottom of the box.

This is another key to cultivate the secret room. Last time he came from Lu Geng, he never returned.

Duan Rong's sleeves walked out of Shimen slowly. After he walked out, he closed the stone gate in the secret room with the key.

At the door of the stone gate, he glanced at the cultivation secret room on the opposite side.

He walked quickly, inserted the key into the eyes of the beast head next to Shimen, and gently spin the key.

When Shimen shook a micro -shock, it slowly opened. Duan Rong flickered in, and immediately closed the Shimen.

Duan Rong stood at the stone gate and glanced at the dusty idol in the corner.

Suddenly, his palm of his palm was swollen, and when he raised his hand, he took water in the dragon.

Then he patted the gray group in the palm and patted it at the corner of the closure opposite.

There was a piece of dust that raised ...

Duan Rong was sitting on the ground at the stone gate, sitting on the ground, and five hearts.

He adjusted his breath, felt the position of the image of the next four weeks, and then got up to make the distance.

At this point, Duan Rong was sitting on the edge of the stone gate.

At this time, where he was sitting was the center of the four idols.

In other words, although the mandala built by the four idols of the fetal Tibetan scriptures is split by stone walls, it does not actually affect cultivation.

Because the cultivation of the fetal Tibetan scriptures is the soul level.

As long as the exercises are operating, the orientation of the four statues is right, and the induction will occur. The projection of the idol will be aware of the sea.

Duan Rong was sitting on the stone gate, and took out the dark -fire lotus from his placket.

He gently opened the lotus puff.

The feeling of this tentacle and openness is different from ordinary lotus puffs.

Duan Rong squeezed a lotus seed from the pink puff.

His eyes were slightly surprised. The lotus lotus seeds of the black fire were red.

"Isn't this stuff poison?" Looking at the bright color of the red, Duan Rong was a little hesitant.

However, he quickly dispelled the idea.

This black fire lotus is auxiliary drugs on the twelfth layer of fetal Tibetan scriptures, which are recorded in the cheat scriptures.

How can it be toxic?

Duan Rong stuffed the lotus seed in his mouth and swallowed his belly.

The red lotus seeds quickly melted as soon as they entered the stomach sac.

However, after the number of breaths, Duan Rong's whole body was like a fire burning.

He did not dare to delay, immediately stamped his hands, breathed and spit, and entered Lingming's knowledge.

Duan Rong had a dizziness for a while, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already sat in his knees and knew the center of the black land.

He looked up, and saw the gray figure that was similar to his face, sitting cross -legged, and eleven stars, shining in this space, surrounded the imaginary shadow, slowly turning slowly, slowly turning around , Like eleven planetary stars.

Duan Rong suddenly realized that in this space, in the thin mist of rolling, a black flame suddenly flashed from time to time.

That dark fire, when the birth is born, like a ghost fire, it is weird.

Duan Rong knew that the black flame appeared in his divine space, and it must be related to the lotus seeds of the black fire lotus he swallowed.

Because at this moment, the black fire in front of him was almost exactly the same as that in the dark forest, the fire of the black lotus in the dark fire pond.

Duan Rong immediately stamped his hands again, and murmured in his mouth.

At the same time, the gray shadow above the sky also seal with him at the same time, and his lips were slightly opened.

The thin mist in the soul space suddenly stagnated, and then settle down.

Duan Rongpan sat in a large milky white mist.

Suddenly, the four huge shadows came in this side space, and the figure became more and more solid.

Duan Rong's brows frowned slightly.

He felt a kind of soul pressure.

The four idols in the practice room were originally used only for the Thirteenth Flooring Tibetan Scriptures, and Duan Rong was only cultivated to the 12th floor at this time.

At this time, these four statues, nearly two people, the pressure of the soul is indeed a bit big.

However, Duan Rong is different from others. He cultivates the fetal Tibetan scriptures, and it can be achieved by up to two or three hours on a layer.

If it is a normal practitioner, a layer of fetal Tibetan scriptures must be cultivated for several years. Each cultivation will be under such a big soul pressure. Over time, the soul will be overwhelmed.

What Duan Rong didn't know was that the moment when the four gods came to know the sea, the idol of the corner of the stone room scattered some floating ash.

Not only the stone room where he sat cross-legged, but also the dusty statue in another empty stone room also had dust on it, which was strangely scattered in the quiet space...

The endless mountains were not short of ancient trees. Duan Rong's soul space had already swallowed a large number of tree spirits for the purpose of practicing the Taizang Sutra.

At this time, a large area of ​​green light surged from the tree spirit light sea and went to the sky...

About three hours later, the black lotus at Duan Rong's feet had become an empty shell.

The twelfth star had appeared in the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness.

The elliptical star emitted a faint green light, and a ball of black flame appeared and disappeared in the green light.

Duan Rong looked at the newly condensed star and knew that the twelfth level of the Taizang Sutra had been achieved.

From then on, his soul illusion Yinghuo could be used twice.

Whether it was a Yuan beast or a human, he could control two at a time. Anyone weaker than his soul would fall into his soul illusion.

Duan Rong's soul was already quite tired, and then he withdrew from the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness.

In the stone room, Duan Rong suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were a little sluggish, and a thin layer of sweat oozes out of his forehead.

He exhaled a long breath, then grasped the lotus shell at his feet, and the vitality in his palms surged, and then he turned the lotus shell into powder.

Duan Rong threw the powder in his hand behind him, and then stood up and left the secret room.

He left the secret room, walked back to his room on the pavilion with a little shaky steps, climbed onto the bed, and fell asleep.

His soul was exhausted, and he slept until noon the next day.

The sun was already high, and Duan Rong got up from the bed, stretched his body, washed up, and then ordered wine and food and had a full meal.

After Duan Rong had eaten his fill, he took a short break and drank a few cups of tea in the room.

After achieving the twelfth level of the Taizang Sutra, in addition to being able to use the Soul Illusion Yinghuo twice, there was another significant improvement, which was the artistic conception, a deeper artistic conception!

With his current level of mental power, he can already devour the spirit of the second level of the cyclone realm.

In other words, he can master the artistic conception of the second level of the cyclone realm. You know, Wu Shidao is still at the first level of the cyclone realm.

The reason why he stayed at the first level of the cyclone realm for many years was because he failed to comprehend a deeper artistic conception, so he has not been able to break through.

However, with Duan Rong's current level of mental power, coupled with his ability to devour the spirit of the weapon, he can immediately surpass Wu Shidao in artistic conception and enter a deeper artistic conception.

This is probably a demon.

Take a look at the book in one 6-9!

Others have been practicing hard for many years and still find it difficult to comprehend, but Duan Rong can get it overnight with the help of devouring the spirit of the weapon.

After drinking tea, Duan Rong went to the historian of the Internal History Department to get a certificate.

These historians are all well-informed. Duan Rong has been in Yunfu Peak for more than half a year. These historians have already figured out what position he holds in Zhu He's heart.

Therefore, when Duan Rong went there, the slightly fat middle-aged historian on duty at noon immediately greeted him with a smile on his face. "Master Duan, what do you want? Why do you have to come here in person? Just call the servant and ask me to come over."

Duan Rong was confused by the man's enthusiasm. He didn't know him at all.

Although Duan Rong felt a little strange in his heart, he still stated his request, saying that he wanted to get a certificate for choosing weapons.

He was originally going to explain to the man that he didn't want to change weapons, but just wanted to go and take a look. But before he opened his mouth, the man had already opened the certificate for him in front of the table.

Then, he placed his hands in front of him.

Duan Rong took it with his hand, was slightly stunned, said thank you, and turned away. The enthusiasm and respect of the historian really confused him.

"Sir, take care!" The man shouted enthusiastically behind Duan Rong.

Duan Rong walked on the road, thought about it for a while, and understood the connection in the middle. It seems that he still underestimated his identity as a disciple of the elder.

Duan Rong came to the cave where he had selected weapons half a year ago, and showed the approval note and the sect cloud certificate.

Although half a year has passed, the gatekeeper still has an impression of Duan Rong.

After all, it is the first time he has seen someone like Duan Rong who stayed in there for two or three days.

The man looked at the approval note of the Internal History Department and saw that it was today. He looked up at Duan Rong and asked, "Why are you here again?"

Duan Rong smiled and said, "I don't choose weapons, I just come back to take a look!"

"Come back to take a look? What to see?" The man looked at Duan Rong with a strange look.

Duan Rong did not answer, but only said: "If the approval is OK, I will go in."

The man returned the sect's cloud certificate and approval to Duan Rong, waved his hand, and motioned him to go in.

Duan Rong took the sect's cloud certificate and approval, and walked into the cave.

The man turned his head and looked at Duan Rong's back, muttering: "Weird boy!"

Duan Rong stayed in the cave for three hours and then came out.

He had sorted out the hundreds of weapons in there half a year ago.

It's not that he has a good memory, he still remembers it after half a year, and as long as he swallowed the weapon's spirit, the weapon spirit has been integrated into his soul.

As long as the weapon he swallowed, in his eyes, it is as if he has used it for several years, extremely familiar, he can know it at a glance.

So, this time, when Duan Rong read and devoured the weapon spirits, he only picked up those that he felt unfamiliar. These unfamiliar ones were all those that he could not devour last time. Some of them were weapon spirits of the second level of the cyclone realm.

Duan Rong returned to Yunfu Peak and remembered that he had not taken a bath for many days. Moreover, he had stayed in the Fire Weasel Cave, and his body smelled bad. So he went to the bathing place in the pavilion and took a good bath.

In the next period of time, Duan Rong planned to continue to practice hard in the secret room and strive to break through the cyclone realm as soon as possible.

After taking a bath, he wrapped himself in a cotton towel and sat in his room drinking tea.

Just after taking a sip, a figure suddenly pushed open the door and stood at the door.

When he saw the person at the door, Duan Rong almost choked on the tea he had just taken a sip.

The person was his senior sister, Fan Hongjiao.

When Fan Hongjiao saw Duan Rong, who was sitting there with his bare arms and a cotton towel tied around his waist, his eyes lit up immediately.

Duan Rong realized that something was wrong and wanted to escape immediately, but was held down by Fan Hongjiao.

Fan Hongjiao looked at Duan Rong's dark and strong chest, her eyes full of smiles, and said: "Junior brother! What's up? You've finished your shower and are waiting for me here?"

"Ah..." Duan Rong's forehead was already sweating, and he said: "Sister, why didn't you knock when you came in?"

Fan Hongjiao smiled coquettishly: "You didn't even close the door, what did you ask me to knock for?"

"Really?" Duan Rong cursed himself in his heart, why did he close the door as soon as he came in, and didn't close it properly.

"Yes!" Fan Hongjiao's hand was groping on Duan Rong's chest, and her eyes were staring at Duan Rong's waist. "Junior brother, you are so strong!"

Duan Rong tried to struggle to get up several times, but she held him down.

Duan Rong suddenly said in a trembling voice: "Sister, you came to see me, maybe there is something wrong?"

Fan Hongjiao was suddenly startled when she heard this, and her eyebrows jumped. Then she remembered what she came for.

She stood up and said: "I almost forgot the business. Master is still waiting in the meeting room. You change your clothes quickly and follow me."

"Ah... Master is waiting..." Duan Rong suddenly felt like she had found a savior. She immediately grabbed the bath towel around her waist and stood up, saying: "Sister, how can I change my clothes if you look at me like this? Please wait for me outside first, I will change my clothes and go out immediately."

Fan Hongjiao glanced at Duan Rong's crotch and strode out.

Duan Rong immediately rushed over and inserted the bolt of the door.

Fan Hongjiao shouted from outside: "Hurry up!"

"Got it! Sister!" Duan Rong agreed while panting, thinking: It was a close call! It was too close! I will never take a bath on Yunfu Peak again.

Duan Rong complained in his heart while taking off the towel around his waist and walked towards the closet.

Duan Rong did not see that when he turned around, the grid on the door behind him was covered with a layer of paper, and a hole was poked out by his finger. An eye was staring greedily from the hole, and the eyes were instantly fixed on Duan Rong's back.

After about a few breaths, Duan Rong came out in neat clothes.

Fan Hongjiao's eyes were slightly disappointed. She still didn't see what she wanted to see just now. She glanced at Duan Rong and said, "Let's go."

The two went to the meeting room together.