In the Three Thousand Dao Realm, Fang Chen sat quietly under the three divine beasts. Since the Yin belongs to the Ye vein, the Yin divine beast Ye thought that he would bless him three points.

If the process of condensing the Nine Heavens Xuanpin Yuanshen will not trigger the Yin-Wandering Technique, it will naturally be excellent.

If he really wants to choose, he doesn't want to break into that kind of place when he is unsure.

"Zhulong, I need your essence and blood, just one inch."

Fang Chen said softly.

Zhulong, who was wandering around, was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then slowly swam in front of Fang Chen.

"You should eat these dragon fruits first to replenish them."

Fang Chen smiled and took out more than twenty dragon Yuan fruits.

Zhulong's eyes lit up and he took a sudden breath. More than 20 dragon fruits were sucked into his mouth.

Its three-foot-long body has obviously expanded a circle, and then slowly recovered. I wonder if it was an illusion, its gold and silver pupils seemed to become deeper.

A faint flame flashed in the left pupil, and a silver-white frost seemed to fall in the right pupil.

After eating and drinking, Zhulong gently rubbed Fang Chen with his head, which was a little warmer than before, and the timidity on his face disappeared.

Then it signaled Fang Chen to spread his palms, and then he puffed it out loud, and a blood bead the size of a longan fell into the palm of his palm.

As soon as this blood bead appeared, it felt a terrifying chill, almost killing Fang Chen.

He did not dare to neglect, so he immediately took out the top-grade spirit stone that Mr. Xun gave him and put the two together.

The blood beads and the top-grade spirit stones began to merge with each other as soon as they came into contact with each other. The fusion process was like two drops of water beads attracting each other and finally merged into one.

The whole process took less than ten breaths. After the fusion, the top-grade spirit stone disappeared, the blood beads also turned into liquid form, and the previous terrifying chill also disappeared.

Fang Chen took a deep breath and slowly opened his mouth. Liquid-shaped blood beads flew into his mouth and poured into his limbs along his throat.

In an instant, the spiritual power in his body began to riot, like thousands of troops rushing towards the sword pill.

The sword pill could not bear it and shattered on the spot. The spiritual power after the shattering was hundreds or thousands of times that of the previous one.

The first step to condensing the baby: break the pill, complete.

Fang Chen kept circulating the three thousand Dharma Yuanying chapters, pulling the spiritual power in his body to run on a certain specific route.

However, before the sword pill was broken, the spiritual power was like thousands of troops under his command, and could be easily controlled.

Now that the sword pill is broken, thousands of troops have instantly become a million troops, and it has become a huge problem to control it.

Even with the desolate divine pupils, even if his soul is special, it is difficult to prevent some spiritual power from oozing out of his pores in the form of blood.

In just a few breaths, Fang Chen's body was covered in blood and turned into a bloody man.

These overflowing blood are all wisps of uncontrollable spiritual power, and any wisp can be comparable to the twelve levels of Qi refining.

Fang Chen ignored it and still used the spiritual power in his body according to the method of condensing the nine heavenly mysterious female souls in the Yuanying chapter of the Three Thousand Dao Dharmas.

Over and over again, repeating.

Time passes.

After several years of spring and autumn, Fang Chen became thin and his flesh and blood seemed to melt with the scattered spiritual blood.

The clothes have long become wide and big, and the bones under the clothes have also appeared.

It seems that only a few years have passed, but Fang Chen's face is very old.

Fang Chen knew the changes during this period, but he could not stop all this.

The arrow is drawn without turning back, Ningying is the path he takes.

The sword pill is broken. If the Nascent Soul fails, the spiritual power in the body will no longer be borne and will only be lost continuously.

In just a few years, most of his spiritual power has been lost. If this continues, he will lose all his spiritual power in less than ten years.

At that time, you will face a very embarrassing situation.

Losing his spiritual power, he didn't even have the lifespan of a sword cultivator, and his age was already at the end of his life, and he would die of old age on the spot.

"What's wrong?"

Fang Chen reflected on himself.

From breaking the pill to the method of condensing the nine heavens' Xuanpin Yuanshen, as well as the preconditions of the Xuanpin Yin Beast, he did it step by step, without any mistakes during this period.

Logically speaking, even if the Nascent Soul has not yet been formed, there should be some progress, rather than no sign of becoming a baby like now.

It was as if there was an obstacle in front of him.

I just don’t know where this obstacle comes from. If I can know, I can try to remove the obstacle.

It's been several more years.

Fang Chen, who was sitting cross-legged under the three divine beasts, had completely become skin and bones, with only a thin layer of flesh and blood covering his body.

"I see."

Fang Chen suddenly opened his eyes, stopped exercising the Dharma, and allowed the spiritual power in his body to pass away at a faster speed.

From beginning to end, he made a mistake early on. It was precisely because of this mistake that he encountered great obstacles when condensing the Nine Heavens Xuanpin Yuanshen.

The reason is probably because it has nothing to do with his sword pill.

If something goes wrong in your practice, some people will become obsessed with it, while others will be lucky to survive in other ways.

But this method may not last long, but the problem will not be exposed at that time. Once it comes, the problem will naturally come.

This is true for Jade Fairy's anti-Immortal Demon Fetus, and so is his sword pill.

On the road of cultivation, they all displaced the route due to some accidents. They either straightened the route or continued to move towards the deviated route.

No matter which one it is, it is not easy.

"At the rate of my spiritual power loss, I should have reached the bottom in about a month."

Fang Chen seemed to think about something.

This time it was not because his spiritual power was exhausted, but because his sword pill had already been shattered, but because his real spiritual power was leaked.

No one can say whether it will rebound as before after bottoming out.

He has made plans for the worst.

With a thought, the black and white paper man suddenly appeared in front of Fang Chen, and the spiritual power in Fang Chen's body was consumed again.

"Criminal, why did you look like this?"

The man with black and white paper was slightly shocked.

Fang Chen's face was covered with death at this moment, and he seemed to be about to die and was about to sit and die.

"It's a long story."

Fang Chen pulled the corner of his mouth: "I'll explain some things, which are considered wills. If I really die, you can leave from now on, just do what I said."

"Criminal, is it because of the yin..."

The black paper man whispered.

Fang Chen shook his head and said to himself: "It's not that step yet. I thought I was sad to go to Yin, but I didn't expect that I could not even complete the simplest infant condensation."

"Ningying failed..."

The black and white paper men looked at each other, and a hint of disbelief flashed in their eyes.

They never thought about this possibility, so they were unable to distinguish Fang Chen’s current state for a while.

Now, looking closely, it is exactly the same as some monks who failed Ningying.

The golden elixir has been destroyed. If Ningying fails, it will become a mortal. If it has enough life span, it will not die for a while. But when most monks reach the point of Ningying, how can they have enough life span?

The seventy or eighty years of mortals have been exhausted!

"Xiaobai and Xiaohei, if my life span is exhausted, throw my body into the sea of ​​immortals and demons, you will take them to find Xia Ji."

Fang Chen took off the storage ring, took out the small sword, the Zhou Tian Jie, and the Zhulong.

Black and white paper people looked at each other speechlessly.

Xiao Jian has also noticed it vaguely in recent years and hurriedly said, "Xiao Chen, it is better to let the blood of the immortals merge with you, and maybe there is still some help."

"What nonsense do you say? How can he fight with them in this state? He will be completely taken away from it."

Zhou Tianzhijian snorted coldly: "Brother, you can't die for the time being. Is there still a lot of Dragon Yuan Fruit left? When you get rid of your spiritual power, you can take it and you can kill your life."
Chapter completed!