Chapter 907： part time

In fact, the practitioners in the other two spiritual schools are actually the same, the monks of spiritual practice. They engraved the method of sacred power on their bodies, and practitioners engraved the lines of sacred power on the pure Yang soul.

At this time, Ye Hao Zhang's six-gold body needs to absorb the metallic spirit stone, merge with mana, condense the magic law line, and then engrave it on the soul hole in order to practice successfully. When you encounter an enemy, you only need to run the mana and stimulate the magic law, and the power of the six golden bodies can be used.

Although Ye Hao already knows how to practice six golden bodies, after all, he does not have a soul cave, so he can only temporarily print the method of appearance, so that he can practice after entering the soul cave in the future.

After printing the "Appearance Human Law" on the scroll, Ye Hao walked to the old man guarded on the third floor and said with a smile: "Old sir, we have picked it up."

The old man smiled and said, "Come with me." He went upstairs first.

Ye Hao followed closely behind.

They reached the tenth floor of the already tallest Shentong Pavilion.

Strangely, the walls on the tenth floor were short and empty, with only a purple old man sitting on the floor.

Ye Hao looked at the purple-clothed old man. Although the purple-clothed old man breathed a sigh of relief, he gave Ye Hao the feeling, like facing the medicine emperor. The dark road in Ye Hao's heart is worthy of the horizon of the sky, really a crouching tiger. Hidden dragon.

The old man on the third floor explained his intentions to the purple old man. He looked at Ye Hao and said, "How much can you see and your own craftsmanship? If you can't continue, don't use force."

After he finished speaking, he waved his big sleeve, and immediately lightly worked on all sides, and countless golden patterns emerged, densely and slowly flowing, swimming like a fish.

Ye Hao stared at the front of the wall. After a while, he felt dizzy and nervous, and his whole body seemed to explode.

He finally understood why the purple old man just said that the Wandering Scroll must be a strong person, and there must be mana on the wall. If there is not enough strength to repair it, it is impossible to see the Wandering Ancient Scroll.

"After all, this son is Fuhuang's disciple, and insists on breathing fifty times." The old man in purple said to himself, closing his eyes and not looking at Ye Hao anymore.

The janitor on the third floor did not dare to look at the patterns on the wall. He sat in his seat, closed his eyes, and waited for Ye Hao.

Soon, fifty breaths passed, but Ye Hao persisted.

The old man in purple and the gatekeeper on the third floor opened their eyes and were taken aback.

"Let's see how long he can last." The old man in purple said to himself.

After breathing another fifty times, Ye Hao was sweating profusely, but still gritted his teeth.

The face of Old Man Zi finally changed. A seven-day-old boy could hold on for a hundred breaths. He had never heard of it before, and it was difficult to realize the theme of many soul holes.

One hundred and thirty breaths.

One hundred and forty breaths.

One hundred and fifty breaths.

...

The purple man and the warden on the third floor were shocked.

Finally, during the first two hundred breaths, Ye Hao couldn't support it, staggering, coughing up blood.

The purple-clothed old man waved his big sleeve, and the walls on the French pattern merged.

"The emperor received a good apprentice." The old man in purple sighed in his heart.

The gatekeeper on the third floor said secretly: "Maybe this boy can make six-foot-tall gold." The Doomsday