Chapter 917

With so many pills, I don't know how many disciples I can cultivate.

Fengyu put the bottle away, took out another bottle, although the broken yuan Dan can only take one pill, but it doesn't matter, she has many other pills that can break through the realm.

This bottle is filled with similar pills. Although the quality of the pills is not as good as that of Poyuan pills, it's not much worse. There's no problem for her to break through to the holy land.

As for the higher realm, she didn't want to think about it for the moment. After breaking through the holy realm, she still consolidated the realm first, so as to avoid what Qingmang said and the decline of her spiritual quality.

When it comes to the quality of spiritual power, it's really very important to plant something, even more important than the realm. At the same realm, a monk with higher quality of spiritual power can abuse dozens of monks with lower quality of spiritual power, or even more.

If we compare the spiritual power of high quality to that of iron, then the spiritual power of low quality is cotton, which is also a kilo, but the combat power of the two can not be compared at all.

For example, Fengyu's spiritual quality before her was super, so she was in the same level. There was no problem in a dozen or dozens. She had almost no opponent, and she could even challenge her.

But if the quality of her spiritual power declines, even if she goes up, her combat power will not be strong. If she wants to fight dozens of times at the same level, it is totally impossible.

Moreover, once the quality of Lingli is lowered, it will be very difficult to go up again.

Therefore, even if Fengyu wants to break through the realm now, she will not allow her spiritual quality to decline.

After taking the pill, she closed her eyes again and entered into the state of cultivation. The space was so rich that it almost turned into substance. All the spiritual power rushed towards her, just like the tide, but her body was like a bottomless hole, and it seemed that she could hold all the spiritual power.

If other friars saw this scene, they would be shocked and stunned. The speed of absorbing spiritual power completely exceeded their cognition of cultivation.

Of course, if you really break through outside, the spiritual power of the outside world may not be able to meet her strong unconscious needs at the moment.

Time does not know how long past, Feng feather eyelashes tremble a few times, suddenly brush open eyes, in that moment, her eyes seem to have a light across.

She breathed out a foul breath and squeezed her fist. She felt fresh and fresh. It can be said that she had never felt better. Her body seemed to be filled with an endless force, which was powerful enough to shake the earth.

The holy land, she really made a breakthrough to the holy land, and reached the realm that made countless people crazy, but she could only look up to it all her life and couldn't touch it at all.

Feng Yu's power is moving, and there is a breath of ice and snow in her palm. With her breakthrough, the power of the ice and snow spirit has also changed, which is several levels stronger than before.

Her eyes were full of fanaticism, and her voice whispered with joy, "this is the power of the holy land. It's really powerful."

If you compare Ning Zhen Jing to a drop of water, then she has become a lake now. I'm afraid people who haven't reached this realm can never imagine how much difference there is.

It's no wonder that the monks who transform the virtual realm may challenge the real realm, but the monks who condense the real realm can hardly challenge the holy realm.

Feng Yu can't help admiring long Zixuan again. It turns out that the gap between her and him is always so huge. I'm afraid she can never catch up with him.

Unfortunately, she never understood.

Of course, she can't understand it now. After all, long Zixuan is the cultivation of the peak period of the holy land. Moreover, he not only fought with Ji Yaobing in the peak period of the heaven, but also joined hands with Yu Junhan, which severely damaged the witchcraft of the strong in the Empire.

I'm afraid there are few monks in holy land who can achieve this kind of achievement. Of course, Yu Junhan is totally possible. As for her brother and beimingchen, she won't make a final decision for the moment.

Standing up from the ground, Feng Yu looks at Ah Ming again, then moves his mind and leaves the space.

She didn't know how long she had been practicing, so she wanted to go out and have a look. Now that longzixuan is not here, she has to pay attention to fenggong, especially in the special period.

After arriving at the room, she was acutely aware of a familiar breath. A touch of joy immediately appeared in her eyes. As soon as her head turned, she found a figure on the soft couch of the window.

The Dragon Zixuan half leans on the soft couch, one leg bends, the long Cape drags to the ground, the ink hair pours down, looks quiet and beautiful.

His eyes were closed tightly, and Fengyu walked gently. Then he saw a piece of blue under his eyelashes. Between his gorgeous eyebrows, there was a feeling of fatigue. It seemed that he was extremely tired.

Feng Yu is distressed to see. She sits down on the low couch under the soft couch, holds her arms, and quietly looks at his sleeping face. She doesn't know what he left to do. She is so tired.

She put out her finger to touch his face, but in the middle of it, she stopped suddenly.His perception was so sharp that he didn't wake up when she came to him. Besides being too tired, her breath made him feel at ease.

But if she reached out to touch him, he would be forced to wake up even if he was tired.

So she didn't touch him. He was so tired, let him sleep enough.

Fengyu takes back her fingers and looks at the sleeping face that she won't get tired of no matter how many times she looks at it. All her eyes are full of tenderness.

I never thought that she would love a man like this one day. I'm afraid even now, she doesn't know how much she loves this man.

But she knew that if she died for him, she would not hesitate, because he was worth it.

Looking at the gorgeous face, Fengyu can't help but remember the little things they knew. Unconsciously, they already have so many memories.

There are sweet, sour and painful But no matter what it is, she will cherish it.

Thinking, her consciousness began to gradually chaos, that gorgeous face in her eyes began to blur, finally, she gently closed her eyes, consciousness fell into the dark.

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at the beginning of the rising sun, the sun came in mottled through the window paper, and sprinkled several bright halos on the gorgeous side face on the bed.

Feng Yu's eyelashes moved, and suddenly opened her eyes. There was a moment of confusion in her eyes, but she soon woke up after smelling the familiar breath between her nose and breath.

In front of her was a warm wall of meat. Through her thin clothes, she outlined the familiar texture and shape. She raised the corner of her lips and felt it uneasily on her chest.

It's so exciting in the early morning. A man can't stand it. Long Zixuan reaches out her hand and presses her confused little hand on her chest.

His throat was rolling, his voice was hoarse when he first woke up, and now he was tinged with a trace of lust, which sounded extremely sexy.

"What? Want it? "