Chapter 196: Peak of Level 3

Huhuhu...

When Fang Yang returned to the main formation of the Saint, what caught his eyes was the biting wind wrapped in countless snowflakes, sweeping in all directions.

Not only that, the entire main sanctification formation was roaring, causing the Chixuan Sea of ​​Clouds to tremble.

The majestic energy of heaven and earth rushed in, like a vast ocean, and soon submerged the whole place.

These two qi of heaven and earth are the precious two qi that create the small world of Immortal Aperture.

Generally speaking, they are not available to non-sanctified people.

But now, under Fang Yang's gaze, the main formation of the Saints roared, blooming with green divine light, frantically decomposing the excess heaven and earth energy, turning it into the most essence of vitality.

Located in the southeast, a huge green lotus blooms slowly, roaring to absorb the majestic vitality like a whale swallowing water.

Senwei!

Senwei is tempering herself with the most refined vitality.

During this process, her aura gradually grew, and she even reached the fourth-level advanced realm.

"Ayang, activate the token quickly." Sen Hui appeared and urged Fang Yang to practice quickly.

When Fang Yang heard this, he immediately crossed his legs and sat down with the clouds as a futon.

Wow…

A burst of red-purple light flashed, and a Yin-Yang diagram was reflected behind him.

If you look closely, you can see that the Yin and Yang diagram is the entanglement of the thunder carp and the fire eagle.

At this moment, the yin and yang diagram was spinning crazily, also enveloping a lot of quintessence of vitality, allowing Fang Yang to temper himself.

Although it is not as powerful as Senwei's huge Qinglian, it is still not something to be underestimated.

Fang Yang, who closed his eyes, was looking inside the Kongqiao True Yuan Sea, observing the tempering level of the Fire Eagle's body.

60%…61%…63%…

64%…65%…66%!

Fang Yang opened his eyes with a smile.

With the help of this tempering, he at least reduced the number of months of water droplets penetrating stone.

He stood up and looked around, only to find that Sen Wei and Sen Hui had already finished their work.

…

The Sainthood Conference also gradually came to an end with the passage of time.

It seems that because of Senyue's leading role, basically all the geniuses at the Taoist level have become saints.

Such results far exceed those of previous years and are truly remarkable.

At this moment, Fang Yang arrived at Senyue's Purple Gold Hall.

Together with Sen Wei and Sen Hui, he watched Sen Yue put away a large formation.

At this moment, Senwei commented:

"Among our Changkong clan, Chen Kui, Qing Kong, Yu Xuan and Jiang Zunjian have all become saints."

"However, they are all first-level Immortal Aperture Blessed Lands, not perfect-level Immortal Aperture Blessed Lands. Basically, it is difficult for a great saint to appear among them."

"And the foreigners' Dongfang Mobai and Minghai Botao are also just first-class blessed places."

"Speaking of which, Lin Shenghuang was a little arrogant. He was beaten back to the clan by his brother and lost such a good opportunity to become a saint..."

Facing Senwei's appearance as a mediocre hero in the world, Fang Yang remained silent.

He always had a certain degree of awe for the Saint.

After all, a thousand years of life alone is enough for him to respect.

Two hours later.

Fang Yang left the Zijin Hall and returned to the Fang clan.

In the area of ​​the Fang clan, Fang Yang met Fang Haozhi, Fang Min and others.

They also talked happily about who would become a saint, and they were even more envious of Jiang, Chen and other major families who could continue to prosper.

Of course, no matter how much they envy others, they still have to walk their own path.

During the exchange, Fang Min also talked about his experience in the Thunder Xuantian Formation.

Fang Min: "Ayang, I followed what you said and set out again when the thunder dragon roared, and I really gained something.

I obtained a broken sword scale, which contains several secrets of swordsmanship.

Because of it, my Qingluan Sword Bird transformation becomes even more amazing! "

Sword scales... Fang Yang raised his eyes.

He seemed to understand who this opportunity was.

If nothing else, it was Jiang Zunjian, the former fifth-level leader.

"Very good, this is your opportunity, Sister Min." Fang Yang smiled.

Nowadays, the Fang family basically has to rely on a few of them to support their appearance.

The second uncle, seventh uncle and others seemed to be in their prime, but in fact they were over a hundred years old and had already gone downhill.

Generally speaking, if a practitioner reaches a hundred years of age and has not yet become a saint, his body and soul will basically decline in the years to come.

In other words, ordinary cultivators usually have extremely short lifespans and very strong abilities.

And once you become a saint, you will become older and more outstanding.

The difference between saint and mortal is completely two different realms.

"I'm not that lucky."

Uncle Fang Haozhi looked helpless: "In the Red Flame Falling Formation, water and fire appeared together, and when they were shaking each other, I don't know why Yu Ming went crazy, and he dared to attack the core of the formation, and the foundation was damaged. For a retrograde ending.”

Yuming's foundation is damaged and his cultivation has regressed?

Fang Yang suddenly raised his head, feeling even more surprised.

To be honest, because of the competition for Black Moon Shui Kun's heart, his impression of Yu Ming and Yu Xuan was not very good.

But now, Yuxuan has become a saint, transcending the ordinary world, and all the grievances and grudges in the past have disappeared with the wind.

Therefore, the person who has a grudge against him is Yu Ming.

But he never expected that Yuming would collapse on his own.

But based on his understanding of Yuming, Yuming's mind shouldn't be so fragile.

In other words, the danger of going to the Red Flame Falling Marsh Array, as the fortune said, actually exists at the core? !

"The middle-low fortune is indeed not as good as the middle-middle fortune and the middle-high fortune."

Fang Yang suddenly sighed and muttered in his heart.

...

The dark clouds in the sky became heavier and heavier, and the night became darker and darker.

It was late at night and quiet.

Fang Yang closed the door tightly and began to refine the wind tiger spirit.

"Ah roar——"

In his empty sea of ​​true essence, the white tiger transformed by the wind tiger spirit roared fiercely, causing waves on the calm sea of ​​true essence.

The waves rushed to the surrounding walls one after another, trying to destroy everything.

What's more peculiar is that there are hurricanes of vitality that make people's hair stand on end. If you are not careful, you will be destroyed.

Fang Yang's face was calm, and he silently manipulated the carp eagle divine feather.

In an instant, the wind tiger spirit calmed down and could no longer stir up waves.

During this time, Fang Yang suddenly discovered that the eagle body of his fire eagle phantom was gradually rising and was being tempered crazily.

In the end, the eagle body exceeded 75% and reached 81%, which means Fang Yang reached the peak of the third level.

Not only that, his soul foundation has taken a big step forward.

Although he has not reached the realm of ten thousand eagle souls, he has at least three thousand eagle souls.

Of course, these increases are incidental.

The most important thing is that he is very fast and agile in terms of casting speed and body speed!

The next morning.

Fang Yang appeared and showed his aura.

Immediately, the people of the Fang family were shocked and admired, and a little numb.

When Minghai Nanyu learned the news, she was depressed. She was actually suppressed by Fang Yang!

"The peak of the third level."

"It's ok that I can't beat Sen Wei, but I'm actually suppressed by Fang Yang."

"How did the situation turn out like this? Oh, if only I could harvest a fifth-level wind spirit."

Ming Hai Nan Yu looked distressed.

After a while, she picked up a pot of green ant wine and drank it every meal.

She envied Fang Yang's smooth journey, but was also distressed by the setbacks she had suffered.