"He... are they dead or alive?"

Looking at the twelve lifelike huge figures, Peng Bin's voice was a little astringent. The moment the hall door was opened, he felt an invisible pressure covering his body. If he had to replace it with a softer bone, he might have fallen down on his knees.

"It's a statue, they are not people in this space..."

Fang Yi thought for a while and said, "They should be worshipped by the people in this space. If the Twelve Ancestor Witches really live here, the prehistoric giant beasts in this space will probably be swept away!"

Fang Yi easily figured out the joints. How powerful the twelve ancestor witches are. Not to mention the twelve ancestor witches, even one of them is here, people in this space will not resist the city. Moreover, there is no scene of the twelve ancestor witches fighting with the giant beasts on the stone murals of the giant city.

"Why does it look like it's true..." After hearing Fang Yi's words, Peng Bin felt the pressure on his body seemed to weaken a little, and he straightened his chest and said, "Let's go in and take a look. Maybe something else can be left behind!"

"good!"

Fang Yi nodded. He could feel that the spiritual energy in this hall was much richer than outside. Although the twelve ancestor witches were just stone statues, they seemed to be circulating with a faint spiritual energy.

Walking into the hall, Fang Yi and others once again felt their insignificance. Standing next to the huge statue, they could hardly see the full picture of the Twelve Ancestral Witches even if they raised their heads. However, in this hall, in addition to the Twelve Statues, there was a stone altar in front of these statues.

Fang Yi and others are now unknown what they were worshipped on these altars, but they found that on the third altar, there was a light ball the size of an adult fist floating. The light ball was like a rootless floating duckweed, and it was not touching the top and bottom, but it floated on the stone table.

There are two such light balls in the entire hall, one is on the altar with bone spurs in front of you, and the other is in front of an ancestor witch a hundred or two hundred meters away. Although it is far apart, it is extremely conspicuous.

The light in the hall was not dim, but these two light groups attracted the attention of Fang Yi and others at once. They looked at Peng Bin. They walked to the edge of the light group that was closer to them at the same time, with surprise in their eyes.

In Luang Putuo's notes, they repeatedly pondered the story of Luang Putuo's martial arts. According to Luang Putuo's obscure statement, his martial arts appeared directly in his mind after touching an object, just like a Buddhist enlightenment.

So after seeing this light group, both of them had a very strange feeling in their hearts. They couldn't say where this feeling came from, but they just felt that there seemed to be a martial art in this light group that they had been looking for.

"Brother, how do you do this thing?" Peng Bin turned his face and looked at Fang Yi. He had heard Fang Yi talk about some myths and legends about the great witches, and subconsciously thought that Fang Yi knew how to crack the light ball in front of him.

"How could I know, brother, why don't you touch it with your hands first?"

Fang Yi smiled bitterly when he heard this. It was already rare to know the affairs of Qi Refiners in ancient times. The era of great witches was earlier than that of Qi Refiners. What Fang Yi knew was purely some legends passed down as myths.

Fang Yi was talking while walking forward a few steps, trying to touch the lower light ball with his hands. Just as Fang Yi's palm was about to touch the light ball, a few "chirp" sounds suddenly came from his backpack behind him.

"The little devil is awake?"

Hearing the sound, Fang Yi's face was happy and quickly retracted his hand. When he pulled open the zipper of his backpack, a purple, almost shiny little head stretched out from the backpack. Although his body size had changed a lot, the little devil's big black eyes still looked at Fang Yi as close as before.

"Little guy, I'm so worried. Why did I sleep for so long this time?" Fang Yi was surprised and happy to see the little devil who woke up. He couldn't help but stretch out his hand and rub it on the little guy's head.

"Brother, come and take a look. The little devil has changed a lot. Well? Brother, why did you touch it?"

Fang Yi reached out and pinched the little devil's neck, picked it out of his backpack, and turned around while talking to Peng Bin, but found that Peng Bin had pressed his hand on the ball of light at this moment.

Originally, Fang Yi wanted to touch the light ball first, because he was afraid of the danger of the light ball. Now, Peng Bin and he had a good idea. Taking advantage of Fang Yi's ability to release the little devil's kung fu, he was already a step ahead. At this time, Peng Bin's entire right hand had already penetrated into the light ball.

The light ball that originally floated on the stone table only emitted a kind of bright light, but when Peng Bin's palm came into contact with it, the light ball suddenly overflowed out, and the whole light ball seemed to turn into a cloud of mist, spreading along Peng Bin's palm to his body.

Fang Yi, who was standing aside, found that Peng Bin seemed to have lost his will at this moment, and his brows frowned slightly, but there was no painful look on his face. It seemed as if he had encountered something I didn't understand. In addition, the light ball did not give Fang Yi any danger from beginning to end, which also made him feel a little relieved.

"Mr. Sanpao, what happened to Peng? What's going on?"

Originally, he was standing at the entrance of the hall, wondering whether he would worship these Buddhist statues, Long Wanda, who did not belong to the statue of Buddhist gods, quickly walked over after seeing the changes in Peng Bin. He didn't know what had happened just now, and asked Fang Yi.

"I don't know. As soon as my brother touched that thing, he seemed to be fixed..." Looking at Peng Bin's changing face, Fang Yi could almost confirm it in his heart. There should be the inheritance technique of this space in the light ball.

Thinking of this, Fang Yi's eyes couldn't help but look like the light ball a hundred meters away. There were only two light balls here. If this thing was a one-time thing, then he and Peng Bin were one. Although he had a good time with Long Wanda during this period, Fang Yi would not give up such a great opportunity.

Although Long Wanda didn't know what the light ball was, he seemed to realize something when he saw Peng Bin's changing face. His eyes couldn't help but look at the light ball in the distance, and said the Buddha's name. Long Wanda actually raised his foot and walked over there.

"Damn, it's so shameless!" Fang Yi was stunned when he saw Long Wanda's actions. He originally wanted to find an excuse to go there, but he didn't expect Long Wanda to even find an excuse and just touch the light ball.

"Squeak..."

Just as Fang Yi was about to pull down his face and catch up with Long Wanda, the little devil he was holding in his arms suddenly screamed and jumped directly from Fang Yi's arms, and shot towards the light ball a hundred meters away like lightning.

Although Long Wanda was shameless, he still ran away before he showed up. The speed was naturally far worse than the Little Demon King. Before he could walk out of ten meters, the Little Demon King's body still rushed into the light ball.

"That's fine?"

Looking at Long Wanda who was more than ten meters away and didn't know whether to move in or back, Fang Yi couldn't help laughing wildly. Although he couldn't take advantage, Fang Yi raised the little devil since he was a child. The two almost felt that blood was connected. The little devil could get benefits, but Fang Yi would not be jealous.

Just like the scene on Peng Bin's side, after the little devil touched the light ball, the entire light ball turned into a cloud of mist, tightly wrapping the little devil's body. I don't know if it was too far away or an illusion, Fang Yi found that the mist seemed much lighter than that on Peng Bin's side.

"Old Long, let's wait!"

Seeing that Long Wanda seemed a little unwilling to give up and wanted to walk towards the little devil, Fang Yi spoke immediately. Since it was the eldest brother and the little devil who had touched the two light groups first, Fang Yi would not allow it and Peng Bin to be disturbed.

"All right!"

Hearing the determination in Fang Yi's tone, Long Wanda sighed and turned back to his body. He knew that Fang Yi had seen his intention. It was impossible to go up and get a share of the pie. Facing Fang Yi, who had cracked his head-subduing technique, Long Wanda always felt a little afraid in his heart.

"Lao Long, you Buddhism hasn't said what witch is, let me tell you..."

Fang Yi was afraid that Long Wanda would be impatient and disturb Peng Bin and the little devil king. He immediately grabbed him and said, "Talk about the art of surrendering you practiced was born from the witch clan and a branch of the witch doctor back then..."

There are countless branches of witchcraft. Long Wanda learned the head-sucking technique of "Long Wanda" was just a trick of snakes and insects. Fang Yi was not afraid of what he learned, so he told Long Wanda carefully about this branch.

Witchcraft was introduced into Southeast Asia, and there were many changes, but they were inseparable from the sect. After Fang Yi said this, Long Wanda immediately understood that what he said was not false words, and many of them inspired him. For a moment, Long Wanda really forgot about the two light groups.

"Hmm? It's over so soon?"

Fang Yi originally planned to tell Long Wanda for more than half an hour, but before he could say five minutes, the layer of mist that had originally enveloped Peng Bin was like a tide of sea water, swept away from Peng Bin, and then retracted to the top of the stone table and turned into a ball of light the size of a fist.

After the mist retreated, Peng Bin seemed to have recovered his mind, but his eyes were still a little confused. His eyes seemed to have no focal distance in their eyes. He shook his head left and right. Peng Bin actually sat cross-legged at the stone table and closed his eyes tightly.

Seeing that the retreating light ball seemed much dimmer than before, Fang Yi couldn't help but move, and quickly patted Long Wanda's shoulder and said, "Old dragon, this light ball can be used repeatedly. You give us the Dharma protector first, I'll see what's going on!"

Fang Yi believed that before finding the way out, Long Wanda should not have any bad intentions towards him and Peng Bin, and the light ball seemed to be reusable, so Long Wanda had no need to risk being unable to get out and turn against his brothers.

So Fang Yi didn't wait for Long Wanda to answer, and directly passed him, walked to the stone table a few steps, and extended his palm towards the ball of light.

"This...what is going on?" As soon as Fang Yi's finger touched the light ball, he suddenly realized that his spiritual consciousness was suddenly pulled into the sea of ​​consciousness and directly entered the bottom layer.

Fang Yi knew that the sea of ​​consciousness is the most mysterious place for a person, and the bottom is the most dangerous place. The ancients practiced Taoism and meditated and entered into meditation. I wonder how many people had divine consciousness sinking into the sea of ​​consciousness and could not be liberated, and they ended up being in a devilish way.

When Fang Yi went down the mountain, his spiritual consciousness was once pulled into the sea of ​​consciousness. That time he almost fell into it, but risks often mean gains. After that, Fang Yi had the same ability as Taoist magical powers. Until now, Fang Yi has not yet fully understood the use of his magical powers.

After having the last experience, Fang Yi was not panicked, but controlled his spiritual sense to observe the situation in the sea of ​​consciousness. However, when he saw this, Fang Yi was stunned again because outside his spiritual sense, there was a thin layer of mist, which looked like the mist turned into by the light ball outside.

"Wuliang Tianzun, what's going on? Huh? What's this?"

Fang Yi found that he seemed to be imprisoned, and his spiritual consciousness could not break through the mist or return to his body. At this moment, Fang Yi suddenly felt that something seemed to have appeared in his spiritual consciousness.

"Is it a practice technique?!"

Seeing the characters that he didn't know at all flashed through his spiritual consciousness, Fang Yi knew the meaning they represented. This feeling was extremely wonderful, just like Fang Yi was able to prepare to tell his life and past when he saw a stranger he didn't know.

Now Fang Yi knew why Peng Bin's face had changed before, because this huge amount of information was directly applied to the spiritual consciousness, just like a cow was pressed down and forced to drink water by himself. It was impossible not to drink it. In just an instant, Fang Yi's mind had a complete set of cultivation systems.

"Can people... really evolve to this level?"

As he looked at the set of martial arts like a bystander, Fang Yi's face changed. He found that if he continued to practice step by step, he could fly and escape like those people on the stone mural, just like the legendary figures.

Moreover, this entire training system does not require Fang Yi to understand at all, because this method of teaching skills makes the skills in this system seem to be innate and Fang Yi can fully understand it. If it is taught by others, Fang Yi believes that no matter how good the teacher is, he will not be able to teach it so carefully.

"Are the skills I practiced before... just an introduction to ancient skills?" Looking at the skills and stages that appeared in my mind, Fang Yi's face suddenly became ugly.

Because Fang Yi compared the skills he practiced with this training system, he found that the so-called Taoist realm of refining the gods and reversing the virtual realm in this training system is only called the innate realm, which is the basis for the cultivation of ancient people. Only those who have reached the innate can practice this set of skills.

In the period when the ancient times had abundant spiritual energy, it was extremely easy to practice to the innate realm, and many children could easily achieve it. This means that in the legends recorded in Taoism, those powerful people who reached the realm of refining the gods and turning against the virtual world could not even compare to a child in ancient times.

"The state of innateness is to refine Qi? This... this is not the technique practiced by the witch clan. The witch clan only pursues the strength of the body, but does not cultivate the soul."

Looking at the set of martial arts, Fang Yi was stunned for a moment. Although Fang Yi did not know the cultivation techniques of the witch clan, he still felt something was wrong with Fang Yi's legend about the witch clan.

"Is this the skill of Qi Refiners?"

A thought came to Fang Yi's mind, that is, at this time, Fang Yi discovered a disadvantage of this technique, that is, if you want to practice this technique, you need spiritual energy to assist you. Without spiritual energy and you are used to eating grains, it is difficult for ordinary people to return to their innate nature, let alone practice the subsequent techniques.

Fang Yi didn't know that this space was actually many years later than the period when the Great Wizards were rampant. It is true that they are inherited by the Witch Clan, but the bloodline of the Witch Clan has become very weak. On the contrary, the martial arts of the ancient Qi Refiners should be more suitable for their cultivation and evolution.

However, as the witch clan, their spiritual inheritance continued, so that the statues of this Great Witch Hall and the twelve Ancestral Witches were found. The people in this space used this method to recall their ancestors and passed on the skills they practiced in the name of their ancestors.

"Has the spiritual energy disappeared really cut off the path of human evolution and cultivation?" Thinking of this, Fang Yi felt a sad feeling in his heart.

Perhaps it is precisely because of the disappearance of spiritual energy that humans' own evolution has been cut off, which has led to the crazy development of technology and the development of technology, which has also made humans more indifferent to their own evolution. In such a vicious cycle, the ancient inheritance has completely disappeared from the outside world.

"No, the Great Dao is fifty, the Heavenly Yan is forty-nine, escape one, everything has variables, and it may not be impossible to practice now..."

After all, Fang Yi's determination has been far beyond the reach of a person when he practiced Taoism since he was a child. After a little confused, Fang Yi woke up. Since the inheritance that was cut off from ancient times has appeared again, there must be a reason for it to appear.

Moreover, the spiritual energy just disappeared from the space where you live, which does not mean that it does not exist in another space.

After discovering this space, Fang Yi didn't know how many parallel spaces there were on the earth like the one he was in. The legendary cave heaven and blessed land mentioned in ancient classics probably refer to these hidden parallel spaces, where there may still be spiritual energy.

After thinking about this joint, Fang Yi felt that his thoughts had come true for a moment, and he suddenly realized that his spiritual consciousness had returned to his body at some point. When he opened his eyes, Fang Yi saw Long Wanda standing beside him, wrapped in a thin layer of mist.

The mist has been extremely faint, but from the joyful expression on Long Wanda's face, it can be seen that he has gained something. Fang Yi just took a look and closed his eyes, immersing his mind in the harvest just now.

"Well? Why are all the martial arts after the innate nature gone?"

Fang Yi suddenly discovered that the martial arts that were originally fused with the spiritual consciousness were like the handwriting written on white paper, and they disappeared one by one. He clearly saw it with his own eyes, but he couldn't see the words clearly.

This kind of reform happened very quickly. When Fang Yi discovered it, he even forgot all the realms in the cultivation system. Except for the innate ability to enter the Qi refining realm, Fang Yi knew nothing about what the realm is above Qi refining.

"Does you have to practice to a certain level before you can know the following skills?" After the initial panic, Fang Yi slowly calmed down. He thought of the wonders of the sea of ​​consciousness. Perhaps the skills he had integrated before were hidden in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"It's good, it's good, it's going to make you feel restless!"
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