Chapter 487 Ignite the Yang Fire on His Shoulder

In the ruins of the palace, although the temperature was extremely low,

Even the fog in the air seemed to be solidified into a ball, making people feel cold. Even Fang Zheng's skin was covered with a thin layer of frost, which gave people a hazy sense of blurred vision.

But when Fang Zheng entered the palace carefully, he quickly recognized the man in the ice.

"Leek no. 4, how could it be you?!"

Fang Zheng did not expect to meet an old acquaintance here.

The woman in the ice was no one else but a slender woman in white who had a delicate and long figure and a delicate undulating curve in her white dress.

At this moment, this beautiful woman was beautiful and freezing.

Her shoulders were thin and her waist was tight. Her delicate curves were perfect and moving.

But at this time, the beautiful woman in white, frozen, was not optimistic at all. Half of her body was frozen, leaving her upper body and head tilted, not frozen.

However, as the scope of the ice gradually expanded, the cold air in the palace became heavier and heavier, and the woman in white was completely frozen, it was only a matter of time. At this time, the woman in white, as if to counteract the invasion of the cold, had already consumed too much, her eyes were closed, and she fell into a semi-conscious and half-awake state.

The person who caused this chill was the one she was holding in her hand. It was the size of a goose egg, and it was dull. It did not look like an ordinary stone gray stone bead, such as a jade jewel.

The stone bead floated in the air, and the woman in white raised her hand to make a move to grab it. Who knew that her fingertips had just touched the stone bead, and she did not know what kind of shock had happened. She was frozen on the spot.

Looking at the woman in white who had been frozen half of her body, Fang Zheng was greatly surprised. He did not expect that the woman in white who had been told half a day ago that she was fighting with the dead tree in the dragon beard spring had unexpectedly appeared here.

"Is this my illusion again?"

"That tree of the dead can't kill me with ordinary hallucinations, so it's planning to seduce me with a beauty trick?"

Fang Zheng rubbed his chin. It was possible.

As the saying goes, there is a knife on the color word.

Only women like women. Men should do big things, li wanji.

Fang Zheng was about to leave the palace, but at that moment, a noise came from behind Fang Zheng.

"Grandpa, xiao yao... I'm really tired..."

A woman's voice came from behind Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng turned around, but the woman in white in the ice was still beautiful and frozen, not waking up.

Fang Zheng absolutely believed that he remembered correctly. Just now, from the direction of the woman in white behind him, someone had indeed called him grandfather.

Fang Zheng looked suspiciously at the woman in white, who was frozen in ice, with a thoughtful and strange expression on her face, and thought to herself, "Is it because she saw that seduction was unsuccessful and directly recognized me as her second lord?"

Fang Zheng felt that this man was definitely not a woman in white.

Mr. Fu's evaluation of the woman in white was that the day tour was the first person to make a breakthrough to the tenth day tour.

Since he was a master, he naturally had dignity.

How could he grovel, accept the food of sighs, and casually recognize a man as the second master?

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng's face immediately became solemn.

There was no hesitation.

The true qi in his body circulated, with a fiery and masculine aura, and he decisively slapped the ice in front of him, intending to break the illusion in front of him.

However, the moment Fang Zheng's hand touched the ice, it suddenly bulged!

His true qi had just sunk into the ice, but a strong suction immediately came from him. When Fang Zheng tried to stop the interruption forcefully, it was too late.

The suction actually came from the woman in white in the ice.

She was absorbing Fang Zheng's primordial spirit.

Then, Fang Zheng saw that he was so close to him that even the faint scent of her body, which had been frozen by the cold, could be faintly smelled. The beautiful eyelashes of the woman in white who had been in a semi-conscious state blinked slightly, as if she was trying to open her eyes to wake up and break out of the ice.

Fang Zheng was furious.

Why would a woman come and suck him?!

Men deserve no human rights!

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Time passed day by day.

Fang Zheng had been trapped in the ruins for almost half a month.

At this time, he was less restless for the first two days, looking for ways to go out every day. Seeing that he could not go out, he simply began to concentrate on cultivating in the ruins.

And this training, is half a month has passed.

Fang Zheng had to be thankful for his foresight. He had been worried that he might not be able to leave Blessed Land for a short time and had already strengthened the secret book.

In the first few days of this half month, Fang Zheng first practiced mental martial arts, and after the consumption of the medicine, he began to take blood tonic medicine, training in the "Three Rays of God Kung."

With his fast physical training, if he did not strengthen the support of drugs, and forcefully practice mental martial arts, he would only drain the water and nutrients in his brain cells, use his brain too much, and directly die of brain atrophy.

This is a matter of life. You can't joke about it.

It was meaningless to slow down without relying on strengthening medicine. Perhaps a year and a half of training would be better than a day of Three Rays of God Kung training with blood tonic.

One day, nine ordinary runes were consumed to strengthen the blood tonic.

With his current practice, the amount of blood required for each practice had increased to a very large and frightening number, and with his practice, it was still increasing day by day.

Fang Zheng now has three reinforcement sessions a day.

Each time, it consumes two blood tonics, one common rune for the first time and two common runes for the second time.

Only half a day at a time.

So if he had to strengthen it three times a day, he would have to consume nine ordinary runes a day.

This consumption made Fang Zheng's flesh hurt so much that his eggs hurt.

At first, he was practicing Spirit fruit spirit medicine, which was used for barter. When the spirit medicine of the Spirit fruit was used up, Fang Zheng began to rely on strengthening the blood tonic medicine to practice.

Nine ordinary runes a day, ninety ordinary runes in ten days.

But the consumption is large, and the effect of cultivation is also very obvious.

Poof!

When Fang Zheng carried the seed of the light ball in the dantian field, he lit a fire on his left shoulder.

It was one of the three human yang huo that was ignited, and it turned out to be a reality.

Moreover, if one were to experience it carefully, one would find that the center of the yang huo on one's shoulder seemed to contain a mass of purple qi, which seemed to imply the inborn great purple qi formed by the origin of the heavenly dao.

Fang Zheng, who had noticed this, had a strange feeling in his heart. Could it be that this had something to do with the naivety he had cultivated?

Then he wouldn't have really given birth to three thousand ancient elephants or three thousand stallions in the end, would he?

In the future, when he made a move, wouldn't it be that the left shoulder yang was cremated into an ancient elephant power?

The right shoulder was cremated into a fiery horse?

What about the fire overhead? What could it be? The prairie?

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