Traveling through time as a fairy, others cultivate themselves as immortals while I raise ghosts

As time went by, this gas in Xiang Yang's body gradually gained the ability to compete with the three gases.

But at this moment, the Xia Qi dissipated, the Yin Qi disappeared, leaving only the overwhelming Yang Qi, and this balance was instantly broken.

The newly formed gas quickly integrated into Xiang Yang's body and became a part of Xiang Yang's body.

It turned out that Xiang Yang had reached his limit at this moment. He was as tired as a dog and lay there motionless.

The moment the Xia Qi he held in his hands rolled down from his hands, it rose directly into the sky and floated into the distance. This makes Xiang Yang really confused, how can such heavy clouds float up?

As for Chen Lou, the fierce ghost on his back, he had long since cast it aside. He had really had enough.

"Master, do you want to leave?" At this moment, the voice of the King of Hell sounded.

"Leave!" Xiang Yang didn't hesitate at all. He didn't want to stay any longer.

At this moment, a crack suddenly appeared under Xiang Yang, and he fell directly from the crack. When he reappeared, he had already returned to the house.

As Xiang Yang appeared, the Holy Ghost Jar turned into a black light and disappeared between his eyebrows.

Xiang Yang was paralyzed from exhaustion and almost didn't want to move a finger.

In his room, there was a large wooden barrel. The water in the barrel was dark, but there was a burst of medicinal fragrance coming from the barrel.

This was the potion Xiangyang had brewed before he entered the holy ghost jar. As soon as he came out, he used his last bit of strength to crawl into the barrel. Then he slowly lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.

Although Xiang Yang fell asleep, his body was greedily absorbing the medicinal materials in the wooden barrel. As time passed, the medicine in the wooden barrel gradually changed from pitch black to clear, and finally it was almost the same as clear water. There was just a lot of medicinal residue settling under the barrel.

Body refining cultivators naturally suffer more than other cultivators because they need to break their own limits again and again.

Early the next morning, Xiang Yang woke up and found that he had fallen asleep in the barrel. He couldn't help but be surprised. He couldn't remember the last thing last night.

Xiangyang jumped out of the barrel, his eyes suddenly glowed, and he felt as if his strength had become stronger.

Evacuation is very simple. Outside Xiangyang's door, there is a large stone weighing about five thousand kilograms. Xiangyang could barely move it before.

Xiang Yang came out of the room and came to the big stone again. He squatted slightly with his feet, then used both hands hard and shouted loudly. The stone was instantly picked up. His feet stepped back one after another, and he almost sat down on the ground!

"Damn, why are you so light!"

Xiang Yang felt something was wrong for a moment, so he quickly put the stone down, and then walked around the stone, with a suspicious look on his face.

"No, the stone hasn't changed! Could it be that my strength has increased?"

When he thought of this, Xiang Yang's eyes suddenly lit up. Can such a big change happen in just one day of training?

Thinking of this, Xiang Yang's whole body suddenly became hot. He quickly came to the room, asked the King of Hell to release the clay pot, and entered the clay pot himself.

As soon as he entered the clay pot, Xiang Yang returned to where he was yesterday. His eyes looked around and immediately found the smallest ray of clouds.

Without saying a word, Xiang Yang came to this ray of clouds and found that it seemed slightly bigger than yesterday.

"King of Hell, how much does this wisp weigh?" Xiang Yang asked.

As Xiang Yang finished speaking, an old man appeared not far away, it was the King of Hell, the weapon spirit.

"Master, this strand weighs seven thousand kilograms, which is about one thousand kilograms heavier than the one yesterday!" The King of Hell said with a smile.

When Xiang Yang heard this, he couldn't help but nodded, and then used both hands to hold up the ray of clouds.

This made Xiangyang overjoyed. Yesterday, he couldn't hold it up no matter what.

This time, Xiang Yang was instantly full of energy. The fierce ghost Chen Lou appeared again and landed on Xiang Yang's back.

"Xia Qi has tortured me thousands of times, and I treat Xia Qi like my first love!"

Time passed by, and it was half a month. Xiangyang originally entered the Holy Ghost Jar to practice once a day, but changed it to twice a day. The duration of practice has changed from half an hour to three hours now.

Over the past half month, Xiang Yang's physical strength has skyrocketed, reaching 20,000 kilograms, which Xiang Yang would not have believed even if he beat him to death before.

Xiang Yang is making constant progress, but Chen Lou on his back is getting thinner day by day because too much Yin Qi has passed away.

Xiang Yang didn't notice it at first. It wasn't until the King of Hell reminded him that he realized that Chen Lou seemed to be smaller.

This left Xiang Yang quite speechless, and Chen Lou became more and more afraid of lying on his back, because that meant that his power was losing crazily!

However, Xiang Yang comforted him and said that he would catch a few fierce ghosts for him tonight to replenish his health.

During the recent period, while Xiang Yangyang was focusing on his cultivation, there were actually several new ghosts arriving in the medicine garden, one of which was very powerful and not as powerful as the original Chen Lou.

The King of Hell discovered these ghosts as soon as they appeared and told Xiang Yang, but Xiang Yang was in the excitement stage of cultivation and had no time to pay attention to them.

Tonight happens to be the end of the month, and the moon is almost invisible in the sky, making the night look even darker.

Xiangyang's door was not closed, and was deliberately opened a little, just to make it easier for the ghost to come in.

Xiang Yang's eyes were staring outside, and there was a glint of green light in his eyes. This was the color his eyes would show at night after he started practicing the Holy Ghost Body. The King of Hell told him that the color would change many times in the future, and finally return to its original nature and color.

At this moment, Xiang Yang had already seen a ghost with only one head floating from a distance, but after this ghost came outside the Yaoyuan house, he only stayed for a moment and then went away, leaving Xiang Yang confused. Why don't you come in?

"Master, your qi and blood are getting stronger and stronger now. Those ordinary ghosts dare not come close, otherwise they will be burned by the yang energy naturally emitted by the master's body. They will not be able to get close to the master's body at all."

Just when Xiang Yang was depressed, the voice of the King of Hell, the weapon spirit, sounded, which made Xiang Yang suddenly realize.

However, there is nothing Xiang Yang can do about this. His Qi and blood will become stronger and stronger in the future, which is inevitable.

However, Xiang Yang's worries were unnecessary. Soon, a fierce ghost came straight towards Xiang Yang's room. He was attracted by Xiang Yang's strong energy and blood.

This fierce ghost exuded the strength of the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm, but not long after entering, he was sucked into the holy ghost jar and became a prisoner.

Xiangyang's favorite thing to do is to examine evil ghosts, because he can learn many secrets from these evil ghosts.

Without any delay, Xiang Yang immediately examined the case and learned that this fierce ghost was called Huang Sheng, a guest of the outer sect of Wandai Immortal Sect, and his strength was at the late stage of Nascent Soul Realm.

According to Huang Sheng's explanation, he accidentally bumped into Yu Fan, an elder in the late stage of the God Transformation Realm who was ranked 36th in the Wandai Immortal Sect, and secretly buried a storage ring under a big tree beside a stream in the sect. , was silenced by the other party.