Limited resources are exchanged for elixirs that can be used to improve one's cultivation level after forming elixirs.

They are not short of time and are not afraid of failure, but Ning Fan is short of time the most. Forming the pill is a waste of time. If it fails... Ning Fan does not dare to think about the consequences. He does not dare to think about the powerlessness faced by the Nirvana Emperor a hundred years later.

feel.

"The success rate is 70%, which is by no means low, but I want a higher success rate! If I practice both law and body, the success rate can be increased by half a percent. And if I practice the "Black Demon Art" and "Snow Stepping Art" to the third

At the third level, the success rate of elixir formation can be increased by another 10%... to 85%. This success rate is the limit that I can achieve... If the elixir formation still fails, then everything is God's will..."

Ning Fan smiled helplessly, God's will... God's will, who can violate it?

The old devil was tricked by God, and changed from a true immortal to a fused spirit, and then to a useless person without cultivation. If God's will is offended, no matter how strong the master is, there will be no good end.

Against the heavens...that word "against the heavens" is too difficult.

If possible, Ning Fan would never choose the path that goes against nature for the rest of his life. It would be too difficult, too painful, and too lonely.

But if the success rate of forming an elixir is 85% and still fails...then Ning Fan will form an elixir even if he goes against the will of heaven!

"Start the retreat! First, learn the two techniques. The more people who practice the technique, the better, and the third technique of "Nian Shen Jue" is just used here. Nian Shen Jue, the art of clones!"

Ning Fan made a secret with his fingers, and immediately, illusory clones emerged from his body one after another. They looked the same as the original body, but had no cultivation.

This kind of clone is a false clone, which is completely different from the incarnation. If it is used in battle, it will lead to death, but if it is used for enlightenment...

In an instant, Ning Fan split into more than a hundred clones, which was the limit of what he could separate with half a step of Nascent Soul.

And he immediately gave the first order to the clone.

"You can live for three days. Within three days, I want you to comprehend the "Black Demon Art" and "Snow Stepping Art" together!"

"yes!"

More than a hundred clones responded in unison.

A hundred people can comprehend the technique at the same time, which is a hundred times faster than ordinary people. Although this move puts a huge load on the mind, Ning Fan asked himself whether he could bear the pain.

After half a year of retreat, it is not difficult to comprehend the two techniques to the peak of the second level!

The first transformation was when Ning Fan received the inheritance of the Immortal Emperor and transformed from a mortal to a monk.

In the second transformation, Ning Fan will completely integrate into the identity of a monk and become a truly strong man.

While Ning Fan was in retreat, changes were quietly taking place in Qimei City.

In the city lord's room, in the fragrant boudoir, Paper Crane and Si Wuxie were lying in uniform, as if they had been having a deep conversation for a long time last night.

The innocent paper crane and the lost memory Si Wuxie seem to be extremely speculative.

As the morning light entered the window curtains, the paper crane turned over lazily and continued to sleep soundly. As he thought about innocence, his whole body suddenly trembled as if he had been electrocuted.

And immediately, her beautiful eyes opened, as if she was waking up.

Not waking up from sleep, but the memory sleeping in the body bursting!

"Ning Fan! My sect, I remembered it!"

Si Wuxie showed a look of resentment, but immediately, his head hurt and he passed out.

After a long time, Si Wuxie opened her bright eyes again, but she regained her previous innocent look.

"Weird... I had a strange dream just now..."

"Huh? Sisi, what's wrong with you?" Zhihe rubbed his eyes and asked with a yawn.

"It's nothing... I just had a dream. In the dream, I became another me... It's so strange..." Si Wuxie said puzzled.

"You are too worried... By the way, I am about to break through the soul-melting stage. I will go to Nangong Commander to get the elixir later, and then go into seclusion. Can you help me protect the law?" Zhihe asked with a trace of begging, and

When Si Wuxie heard that the paper crane was about to merge into a spirit, Si Wuxie's little mouth couldn't close in surprise, which was quite cute.

"You have never practiced seriously for a day, and you are about to break through the spirit fusion!"

Although she lost her memory, she vaguely remembered that it should be extremely difficult to break through the soul-melting stage...

Could it be that the silly paper crane is so talented in cultivation? No wonder her master loves her so much.
Chapter completed!