Ding Yi first thought about his current situation. Obviously, improving strength is the first factor. And the improvement of strength is naturally divided into realm and practice. The road presented to Ding Yi naturally has subdivisions. The first way is to strengthen the current realm and push it directly by relying on lifespan, and even directly push it to Lu Xian realm. Although Ding Yi himself has never seen a living Lu Xian, it is undeniable that this has no effect on him. Even Ding Yi has made preparations to force Lu Xian's practice. After all, even before the arrival of the Hundred Palaces, the practice that can be practiced to Lu Xian is a supreme secret treasure, and it is impossible to appear casually. Even in the Yin-Yang Palace, there may not be Lu Xian's practice at this time. And the second way is to perfect what you have learned so far, which can greatly improve combat power, and maybe even cross-border combat.
As for Lu Xian's methods, Ding Yi had some guesses after seeing the phantom of the yellow-robed monk. That is a method similar to mental pollution. Ding Yi guessed that this incredible ability might be a qualitative change after the soul has been cultivated to a certain degree, which can release a more terrifying energy field, thus completely changing the material structure within a certain range. As for whether this is the case, Ding Yi has no way to start, and can only leave this guess to verify later. Thinking of this, Ding Yi made up his mind and started the first wave of strengthening. The first thing Ding Yi strengthened was the realm. Although there was no way to ascend to heaven in one step before getting the Luxian technique, at least there was no big problem in the realm of wandering. Thinking of this, Ding Yi took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and put it on the table, and then poured out a pill the size of a longan from it and put it in his hand. This is a "Dragon Blood Creation Pill". This was exchanged by Liu Xun in the army with his great merit. And the most terrifying thing about this pill is that it is really mixed with the blood of a dragon! Ding Yi looked at the pill in front of him, even if he didn't take it into his mouth, he felt an extremely strong bloody smell from it. "It is indeed a pill worth a great merit." Ding Yi shook his head, put the pill back into the porcelain bottle, and then wrote the entry "Suitable, no side effects, from minor success to perfection of spiritual travel" on it. As the porcelain bottle vibrated slightly, a line of text suddenly appeared in front of Ding Yi. [Currently available for strengthening, the life span required for strengthening is 959 years and 134 days, do you want to strengthen? ] "Such a powerful pill actually needs more than 900 years, damn, what kind of monsters are these warriors who have cultivated to Luxian?" Ding Yi was stunned when he saw the life span, and then a thought subconsciously emerged in his mind. You know, Ding Yi added the entry of suitable for this spiritual travel method, which means that to some extent, his talent for practicing this "Xuyou Wuliang Sutra" has surpassed ordinary people by a lot, but even so, it took him nearly a thousand years from minor success to perfection.
"Time is really like a fleeting white horse, a thousand years, a snap of a finger..." "It seems that I am still too young, I need more life to glimpse the real immortal god, strengthen me!!" Ding Yi thought of this, gritted his teeth, and chose yes directly. As the porcelain bottle shook slightly, Ding Yi poured out the elixir in it expressionlessly, and then put it into his mouth. The next moment, Ding Yi's pupils shrank suddenly, and the whole person fell on the chair behind him involuntarily, and then there was no breath, as if he was in suspended animation. Only half a cup of tea later, Ding Yi, who was sitting on the chair, trembled violently, and his pupils, which had been enlarged, shrank again, and his whole breath was shaking uncontrollably. "Body, bad." Ding Yi felt the violent shaking of this body because it could not adapt to this terrifying soul, and he secretly said that it was not good. But fortunately, Ding Yi had practiced five body-refining techniques, and his body was not weak. At this moment, after a violent tremor, it finally stabilized slowly. Seeing this scene, Ding Yi did not have any intention of relaxing. He understood that his body at this moment was like a fragile vase filled with heavy iron blocks. With just a slight collision, it might break at any time. "Sure enough, the improvement of strength is far from that simple. It seems to be a foolish dream to want to improve the realm unilaterally." Ding Yi sighed, then looked at his remaining 1,600 years of life, and immediately fell into deep thought. Thinking of this, he first called No. 1 and asked him to find Liu Xun to exchange five body-refining exercises. After No. 1 left, Ding Yi's soul slowly left the body and appeared in the house. At this moment, Ding Yi's soul was the same height as the body, and it exuded a faint light all over the body, and even a faint fragrance came from the body. This is the phenomenon of the soul being perfect and the soul giving birth to a strange fragrance. Ding Yi's soul felt it slightly and found that his consciousness could actually cover a range of 2,000 meters at this moment. This range surprised him. "It's becoming more and more like a radar. Why does it feel more and more like Iron Man towards the end?" Ding Yi felt a little amused. Since he was in Guanyue City, Ding Yi couldn't experiment too much with the perfect soul here. But during his divine illumination just now, he sensed that this soul could travel in the void, not afraid of strong winds, thunder and lightning, and not afraid of water and fire. It can be said that as long as the body is placed in a safe place, Ding Yi can travel the world with his soul at this moment. "I wonder if the skull mark will turn into a red cross if I go back now?" An idea suddenly occurred to Ding Yi. On the other side, Baihe City. The bald Taoist stood in front of the gate of Wanxiang Gate, looking a little unnatural. He waited for so long, but still didn't wait for Li Baozheng to come back!
A sense of anger at being played filled his face. Who is he? ! He is the high and mighty God! ! Tianxiao Zhenren of Qijue Palace! ! A mere human and animal world can make him so irritated! "No matter who is helping you, no matter if you are Changqingzi or not, I will refine you into a soul lamp and burn it every day!!" The bald Taoist finally stopped waiting and strode into the Wanxiang Gate. Since he is not coming back, then kill everyone here and force him to come back! ! Although he claimed to be a master, his body was flawless and could not be matched by these mortals. "Stop, this is Wanxiang Gate, who are you?! Do you have a report?!" As soon as the bald Taoist walked to the front of Wanxiang Gate, the gang guarding the gate roared. "Ant." The Taoist flicked his finger, and a visible air wave was sent out like a bullet, instantly blowing the gang member's head to pieces, and blood flew everywhere, dyeing the entire gate red. "Ahhh!" Such a scene made the people on the street scream in panic, while the Taoist smiled and walked towards the inside without paying attention to the people behind him. "Li Baozheng, don't hide, if you don't come, everyone in your Wanxiang Gate will die!!" As the bald Taoist walked and spoke, the terrifying sound wave was transmitted to a radius of ten miles, which shocked everyone who heard it. "What's that sound?" People on the street looked sideways, but they all saw the confusion in each other's eyes. At this time, commotion began to occur on the street in the distance. "A madman broke into Wanxiang Gate!!" Flustered shouts came from the direction of Wanxiang Gate. At the same time, teams of patrol officers with knives began to rush towards the direction of Wanxiang Gate.