As a demon cultivator, it makes sense to be cruel!

Time passed by, and Fang Han practiced with peace of mind in this calmness, except for leaving the Void Spirit Cave every month to go to the Blood Pill Hall to refine pills.

He can only go out to the retreat room every six months to go to Xie Shiqin to practice yin and yang.

The days passed slowly while practicing, and there was now heavy snowfall outside the Void Spirit Ring.

At a glance, the peaks of Yue Moling seem to be covered with a white velvet blanket.

"drink!"

At a certain moment, just as Fang Han, who was sitting cross-legged on a dead tree, suddenly shot out two sharp black lights in his eyes, his body surface also slowly wriggled out, with crooked and weird black runes all over his body.

"Jie Jie Jie, after five years, I finally broke through the early stage of the second level of the supreme god and demon body!"

At this time, Fang Han looked extremely strange, and his eyes were already black and red.

If you continue to stare at Fang Han's eyes, you will find that there is a shadow of a god and demon with closed eyes in his pupils.

"Take the body of gods and demons!"

Fang Han also seemed to notice the changes in his body. After he recited an obscure and strange spell, his pupils and the dense twisted lines on his body began to fade away.

A flash of light appeared in his hand, and a low-grade spiritual weapon, the Qingye Long Sword, appeared. Fang Han stared at the long sword for a long time as if he had made some kind of determination.

I saw that Fang Han input a spiritual power into the Qingye Spiritual Sword, and the Qingye Spiritual Sword, which was originally only three inches in size, suddenly grew to three feet in length.

The tip of the sword also spit out sharp green sword light.

Buzz!

The sound of the Qingye Spirit Sword's sword began to echo throughout the retreat.

Seeing that the Green Leaf Spirit Sword had been activated to the extreme, Fang Han did not hesitate to directly drag the Green Leaf Spirit Sword and slash it at his wrist with all his strength.

Dangdang Dangdang!

The imaginary scene of blood splashing did not appear. Instead, when the Qingye Spirit Sword came into contact with Fang Han's white jade-like skin, it made a sound of jingling iron, followed by sparks flying everywhere.

"As I expected, even if I don't actively activate the body of gods and demons, the defensive power of the physical body can be comparable to the strength of low-grade defensive spiritual weapons."

Putting away the Green Leaf Spirit Sword, Fang Han glanced at his wrist with only a white mark on it and murmured.

"If during the battle with the monks, I fully activate the body of gods and demons that has broken through the early stage of the second level, I can still hold on for a while even if I forcefully resist the bombardment of the monks' magic powers in the middle stage of foundation building."

Fang Han was very satisfied with the results of practicing the visualization chart of the Supreme God and Demon.

"It's just that the forty blood pills I refined have been used up in the past five years of practice. It seems that I have to continue looking for the blood dragon grass."

While muttering to himself, Fang Han had arrived outside Xuling Tower.

"Mother, please drink some spiritual tea."

As soon as he left the Xuling Building, Fang Han saw Song Tingyu respectfully paying homage to Xie Shiqin, who was sitting on a stone chair and wearing a purple fringed dress.

Xie Shiqin was absent-minded and ignored Song Tingyu who was standing beside her.

Suddenly, a pair of strong arms stretched out from behind Xie Shiqin and picked her up from the stone chair without warning.

"what!"

Xie Shiqin exclaimed softly and quickly twisted her body and struggled desperately. The two balls of snow-white slime that shook her violently also swayed up and down.

"Shiqin is me." A gentle voice sounded from Xie Shiqin's back. After hearing this voice, the body that had been struggling so fiercely relaxed and stopped struggling.

"Husband, I was really scared to death by you just now." Xie Shiqin turned her head and rolled her eyes at Fang Han, and said angrily.

Fang Han grinned: "Hehehe, Shiqin, have you forgotten that apart from you and me, there are only two maids in this Void Spirit Cave?"

Song Tingyu very wisely moved a stone chair from the side. Fang Han put his hands on Xie Shiqin's two huge slimes and kneaded them hard before putting her down.

Taking advantage of the situation, he sat on the stone chair that Song Tingyu had moved. Ignoring Xie Shiqin's resentful gaze, he coughed lightly and said:

"Shiqin, I think your cultivation has reached the peak of the eleventh level of Qi refining!"

Seeing Fang Han's serious expression, Xie Shiqin put away the resentment on her face and nodded seriously to Fang Han.

"Thanks to the many top-grade elixirs given by my husband, otherwise with Shiqin's four spiritual root qualifications, I'm afraid I would still be at the eighth level of Qi refining."

"As for your spiritual roots, your husband will find a way for you to find something that can enhance your spiritual roots. You don't need to worry about this."

Fang Han comforted Xie Shiqin, who looked sad.

"Husband, there is no need to take risks on my behalf. Even if there is something that can enhance spiritual roots, it will be in the hands of some powerful golden elixir or Nascent Soul."

Xie Shiqin's eyes brightened at first, then dimmed again as if she remembered something.

"You don't need to think too much about this, I will figure it out myself."

Fang Han put his hand into the storage bag, and instantly there were twenty exquisite jade bottles on the stone table.

"These are twenty bottles of pills that can be used to improve one's cultivation after refining Qi. They are called Yangyuan Pills. Please accept them."

As soon as the words fell, Fang Han's figure disappeared instantly.

If there were not twenty bottles of Yuan Yang Dan on the stone table to prove that Fang Han had been here, Xie Shiqin and Song Tingyu would think that everything in front of them was an illusion.

"Husband." Xie Shiqin looked at the twenty bottles of Yangyuan Pills in a daze. After a long time, she waved her sleeves and put away the pills, then turned and walked towards the Void Spirit Tower.

"How can she be favored by her master? I am so unwilling to do so!"

After Xie Shiqin left, Song Tingyu looked enviously at the place where the twenty bottles of Yuan Yang Dan were originally placed.

Although she is a direct bloodline of the Song Clan's Immortal Clan in Ling'anling, the training resources she receives every month are vastly different from the pills that Fang Han gave to Xie Shiqin.

"Shangguanyun, did anything happen while I was in seclusion?" Outside the courtyard, Fang Han tasted the spiritual meal brought by Shangguan Yanlan and asked in a calm tone to Shangguanyun who was standing beside him.

"Young Master, three months ago, Niu Wuli came to visit you several times after hearing that you had returned from building a foundation."

As soon as Shangguan Yun finished speaking, two monks appeared in front of Fang Han, and one of them was Niu Wuli.

"It really means that Cao Cao and Cao Cao will be here soon." Fang Han drank down the water and cloud wine in the glass, looked at the visitor with a half-smile, and murmured softly.

"Niu Wuli pays homage to Uncle Fang." Niu Wuli first bowed respectfully to Fang Han, then turned to look at the young man following him, and angrily said, "Wude, I haven't paid homage to your Uncle Fang yet!"

After being angrily scolded by Niu Wuli, the boy next to him immediately took a step forward, with his eyes lowered, and clasped his fist towards Fang Han.

"Disciple Niu Wude pays homage to Uncle Fang!"

Seeing that Fang Han didn't speak for a long time, Niu Wuli and the other two didn't dare to straighten up and could only keep bowing and saluting, which was very funny.

Fang Han moved his eyes away from Niu Wuli and glanced at Niu Wude.

"Hmm, this Niu Wude does have some shadow of Niu Wuli. Could it be that he is Niu Wuli's illegitimate son?"

Thinking of this, Fang Han showed an intriguing smile on his face.

"Master Niu, please excuse me. I have known you for more than 20 years, so there is no need to be so polite."

When Niu Wuli heard this, he straightened up with a wry smile.

"Uncle Fang, you are now a master of foundation building. How dare I disrespect you, nephew?"

He knew that Fang Han was just talking politely, and if he took it seriously, he would lose.