"This sacrifice is not complicated. The required incense has been gathered. After that, Brother Ao needs to put some blood. It won't be much, three or five jars will be enough...Brother Ao, don't worry, Mr. Gui will not treat you poorly."

"..."

Ao Cang looked dull.

Seeing that he agreed, Gui Laoxian didn't waste any time, directly told him the required amount, sent him to prepare, and rubbed his hands:

"Well, let's start with a hexagram."

Ao Cang ignored him, but with a sullen expression, he brought over the large water tank that had been prepared. He passed his fingertips across his wrist and began to bleed.

Considering his size, three or five tanks of blood were nothing, and after a while, they were almost full.

Suddenly, a muffled sound exploded.

"Um?"

Ao Cang turned around and saw that the coins in Gui Laoxian's hand exploded into balls of incense. He jumped up as if his butt was on fire, as if he had seen a ghost:

"Brother Ao, start the sacrifice quickly!"

…

…

"call!"

"suck!"

On the top of Bafang Mountain, the air current is turbulent.

Li Yuan sat cross-legged on his strange rock, sitting quietly and exhaling. His breath was long and powerful, and every breath could set off waves of air on the top of the mountain.

The little female dragon was hiding a few feet away. In her perception, Li Yuan seemed to be a blazing alchemy furnace, emitting billowing heat waves.

Visible to the naked eye, his skin and muscles are undulating like waves.

"Wow~"

The sound of blood rushing out of the body penetrated the body.

Li Yuan watched intently, contemplating in his mind, his body moved naturally, various martial arts exercises were running in an orderly manner, and his physical strength continued to increase at a perceptible speed.

"The benefits of talent."

Li Yuan sighed in his heart.

His martial arts training speed was already extremely fast, but after his talents were superimposed to the sky level, his speed increased sharply again. In just a few days, the step of 'the combination of Qi and blood' had been achieved.

As the blood circulates, it carries his powerful Qi and rolls around.

"We have reached the eighth level of Tianyi's Nine Refinings. The secret techniques in the Zuowang Heart Sutra are indeed extraordinary. The ninth refining does not seem to be the end..."

Li Yuan meditated on the flow of blood and practiced the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra at the same time. The progress of transforming into blood also improved a lot with the superposition of talents.

"Transforming into the blood is really difficult. It's no wonder that after Taoist Dragon Demon, no one in Zhaixing Tower can practice the Zuowang Heart Sutra to the Great Perfection."

Li Yuan was multitasking. While practicing martial arts, he was also planning. Suddenly, he opened his eyes as if he had realized something.

"Um?"

Li Yuan turned his palm and took out the two tokens of the Bafang Temple.

At this moment, there was no movement on his original piece of token, but the token that was rewarded for climbing was emitting a faint light. He concentrated for a moment and found that the time that could be stayed on the token began to increase dramatically.

Originally there was only one and a half years left, but suddenly it jumped to two years, and then to three years...

In just a moment, it actually increased by fifteen years!

"This is?"

Li Yuan changed his mind for a moment and his eyes darkened:

"The Imperial Court Ceremony will actually increase the length of my stay..."

He was a little surprised and picked up his original piece, but the dwell time on it did not change.

"Treat them differently."

With a curse in his heart, Li Yuan stood up and walked to the edge of the mountain. Across the mountain road that had no end at a glance, he could vaguely see silhouettes of people.

'It seems they didn't go through the passage, but went directly to the foot of the mountain?'

…

Buzz~

The interweaving changes of streamers.

It seemed like a moment, it seemed like a long time, before Long Yingchan sensed the existence of the outside world. He concentrated for a moment, his vision was bright, and he saw the earth, the mountains, and the figures falling from the void one by one.

“Bafang Temple!”

"Is this the Bafang Temple?"

"The legendary Bafang Temple is really here!"

After a moment of silence, there was an excited low roar that could not be suppressed.

"Wan Zhuliu."

Long Yingchan retreated into the crowd without leaving a trace. Wan Zhuliu stood with his sword in hand and swept over the people present. Wherever his eyes came, everyone retreated one after another.

"His Majesty."

Wan Zhuliu slightly raised his hands and guarded the left and right.

"Bafang Temple..."

Emperor Qian held a palm-sized golden bell, took a deep breath, and his eyes fell on the mountain path lined with stone monuments.

The rest of the people also followed suit.

But he saw the mountain top shrouded in mist, and a figure standing on the top of the mountain, in front of the ancient temple, looking down at it.
Chapter completed!