Chapter 340

"Whoosh whoosh—"

"Be careful, that is our Mohist School's Po Yuan Crossbow, a type of crossbow bolt specially built for those horizontal-refining experts and for breaking Gang Qi."

"The Po Yuan Crossbow's bolts are made of refined gold."

Hearing this, Su Fan also dodged quickly. Looking at the crossbow bolts shooting from all directions, he also broke into a cold sweat in his heart.

This kind of crossbow bolt, in his perception, was no weaker than a second-tier top-grade artifact, especially its indestructible characteristic, which was extremely effective against immortal cultivators.

Su Fan did not have an artifact. If he relied on a magic shield, it might not be as good as those martial artists' external Gang Qi protection.

This thing was specially built for those people and could clearly also threaten him.

"You guys also be careful."

Su Fan reminded. In this Mohist School forbidden area, divine sense could not be used at all; he could only rely on his naked eyes and his five senses to perceive.

Su Fan also became extremely careful.

Thud thud!

The arrows shot out continuously, and Su Fan dodged the incoming arrows with ghost-like movement.

Fortunately, the mechanisms in this forbidden area were not for killing; more of it could be considered a test for Mohist disciples. With Yue'er constantly reminding him on the side, Su Fan also gradually became at ease.

Soon he passed this level.

"You guys also come over."

Su Fan suddenly felt that he was acting as a shield for Tianming and the others.

But fortunately, his movement technique was excellent, and coupled with the Light Body Technique, the two combined, in terms of movement technique, I am afraid few in this world could compare to it.

"The next level seems to be the Lost God Pass. Sir Su, you must be careful."

Yue'er seemed to have some understanding of this Mohist School forbidden area.

"Lost God Pass." Hearing this, Su Fan's expression became more serious. He nodded and then slowly walked onto this staircase. The staircase looked like it only had a dozen steps and was not long.

But the moment Su Fan stepped onto the staircase, he suddenly felt that he had come to another place.

In the dark surroundings, he seemed to be stepping on the void, and also seemed to be stepping on the water surface.

"Where is this?"

Divine sense scattered, a piece of darkness, only able to see three feet around, and the reflection on the water surface under his feet.

That short-haired young man with a black three-seven back.

"This is me?"

Su Fan looked at the face in the reflection, and a strange sense of familiarity gradually attacked him.

"Who am I?"

Su Fan seemed like a person with amnesia, remembering nothing, only feeling that this face was very familiar and also very strange.

"I am you; have you forgotten me?"

"Have you forgotten—"

Bang!

The face in the reflection suddenly became ferocious, opening its bloody mouth to bite. Seeing this, Su Fan retreated violently, and then his head seemed to hit something.

He fainted all of a sudden.

I don't know how much time had passed. Su Fan touched the back of his head and stood up unsteadily, looking at the bright yellow light in this familiar yet strange room.

"I am?"

"How is it possible? I returned, returned to Earth."

Su Fan widened his eyes, somewhat unbelievable, and then looked at the time on his phone: September 6, 2022. How is it possible?

"Could it be that all of this is a dream?"

Su Fan hurriedly mobilized his magic power, but he felt that his body was empty, no dantian, no purple mansion, and even less divine sense.

"Impossible?"

"How is this possible?"

Su Fan immediately sat down to meditate and then operated his previous cultivation method, but whether it was immortal cultivation or martial arts, he could not perceive any Qi sensation.

"Wrong, Earth is a world of the end of the law, without heaven and earth vitality. I will try boxing."

Su Fan thought of boxing, the simplest Huashan boxing, but before he could hit it, the muscles in his arms felt a pain, and he simply could not perform it. His body was like a useless body.

However, he started the most basic Ten Brocades. He only did a few movements and was paralyzed on the ground with exhaustion.

"Impossible!"

There was no effect. "If it were a dream, it couldn't be so clear."

Su Fan lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling with lifeless eyes.

Time passed minute by minute. Su Fan opened the door and walked out of the room, and the familiar feeling gradually recovered.

Just like this, Su Fan seemed to have resigned himself to fate, feeling that he had previously had delusions because he had read too many novels.

So he gradually recovered, becoming the rich second generation he used to be, living a life of debauchery every day, but he always felt that something was not right.

One day, he suddenly visited Wudang Mountain and met an old Daoist priest. After some exchange, that old Daoist priest was suddenly amazed.

"Layman, after some exchange with you, this poor Daoist feels that the Daoist scriptures I have read all these years were all bullshit."

"Layman, you are truly a born Daoist."

"Hahaha!"

"I understand, I understand!"

After hearing the old Daoist priest's words, Su Fan was suddenly stunned, and then he suddenly burst into loud laughter, tears even laughing out, but he still did not stop.

After a long time, he suddenly sneered: "Lost God Pass! So that's how it is!"

"Break for me!"

With a sharp shout, Su Fan suddenly felt the magic power in his body surging out like a murmuring stream, and then he pointed at the void, and a golden sword light crossed the horizon, instantly as if it had cut the entire space in half.

The original Earth seemed to turn into a mirror, breaking into pieces.

"Only today do I know that I am me!"

Returning to the original staircase again, at this moment, the black mist around the original staircase also gradually dissipated, revealing its original appearance. Behind the staircase, there were two passages.

"Come over!"

Su Fan turned his head and said to the three little guys, while he was also comprehending the changes in his purple mansion.

At this moment, the original purple mansion had been completely lit up, and in the chaos, a phantom of a lake was connected to the void.

That was Su Fan's magic power, constantly gathering from the middle dantian toward the purple mansion. When the phantom turned into reality, it would be the great success of the purple mansion. Next, he would consider gathering this lake-like magic power into a golden core seed.

Swallowing a golden core into the abdomen, only then do I know that my life is not up to heaven. In the Daoist internal alchemy school, the golden core is the essence obtained from the dual cultivation of nature and life.

And the golden core path in the main world is also like this, condensed from magic power and spirit, and is no longer just magic power.

Cultivating to the golden core realm, divine sense is already extremely important. Once a Nascent Soul is conceived, the primordial spirit is considered formed, slowly turning from virtual to real, becoming a true Primordial Spirit True Person, a land immortal.

Su Fan was now completely a true purple mansion cultivator, and the opening of the purple mansion was far more solid than ordinary cultivators, and breaking through to the golden core in the future would also be easier.

Divine soul cultivation had another breakthrough. According to Su Fan's estimation, it had reached the peak of the purple mansion, or even the half-step golden core realm.

It could be said that his combat power at this moment, if placed in the main world, I am afraid only a few purple mansion peak cultivators could compare to him; other purple mansion cultivators could not possibly be his opponents.

A test, but it allowed Su Fan's realm to have another improvement.