Heavenly God Mnemonic

That jade slip happened to be stuck in the cave, not too big or too small.

Yang Qingxuan took out the jade slip in surprise, placed it in front of his forehead, swept it with his spiritual sense, and was stunned.

What this jade slip recorded was actually a sword book called-Three Thousand Industry Fire.

On the title page of the jade slip, a few words are clearly written: Three thousand karma of swordsmanship, high-level skills, and the master of the Wuya Sword Sect does not pass it on.

The so-called unique knowledge that the master does not teach is a technique that only the master can practice.

Yang Qingxuan threw the jade slip into the star ring, showed it to Hua Jieyu, and asked, "Brother Jieyu, how about this swordsmanship?"

Hua Jieyu flipped through it and said in surprise: "The advanced techniques of the ground level are already terrifying. In the ordinary Yuanwu late stage, it is difficult to withstand this level of backlash. But you are different. You are not only the flesh body of the late chalcedony stage, but also cultivate After the Qingyang Wujing, the physical body can withstand more than the normal chalcedony late stage."

Yang Qingxuan said: "This sword book is also a fire attribute technique, which is more suitable for me. It's just that to practice this sword technique, you need powerful flame assistance. Where to find this flame, you can't use purple flame to practice. ."

His control of the Ziyan is still very small, and every time he uses it, he is determined to die, and every time he thinks about it, he still has lingering fears.

Hua Jieyu smiled and said, "Have you forgotten the pill furnaces collected in Xiaohuaguo Mountain?"

Yang Qingxuan just remembered that, under the wave of his hand, eight rays of light flew out of the star ring, falling in the center of the secret room, turning into eight great cauldrons.

Seven of them are small, and a three-legged tripod is as tall as a person.

There is still a very high temperature coming out of the big cauldron, and you can feel the scorching sensation when you touch the cauldron with your hand.

Hua Jie said: "The inner pill demon fire in this cauldron can be used to practice swords. Moreover, it is protected by the pill fire, and there must be a pill in it. You can just see what kind of pill it is."

Yang Qingxuan slapped the cauldron with a palm, and rushed in with strong energy, shaking the lid on the cauldron.

After that, he immediately pinched the sword art, flew out more than ten handles, hung upside down around the big cauldron, formed a formation in the sky, and laid a piece of sword world.

With the lessons learned last time, he became extremely cautious.

Sure enough, a flame spurted from the cauldron, turned into a firebird, and hit the sword world.

"boom!"

Under the collision, the flames scattered, and it spread out in a hemispherical shape above the big cauldron and below the sword world, illuminating the entire secret room.

Yang Qingxuan's face was uncertain under the flames.

Pinching the tactics with one hand, the sword mark on the center of the eyebrows suddenly became bright, as if the shadow of ten thousand swords shuttled out and shot into the sword formation to strengthen the defense of the enchantment.

In the sea of ​​fire, the shadow of the fire bird flashed from time to time, rushing into the sword world.

Every time there was a collision, the Martial Soul Seal on Yang Qingxuan's eyebrows shook, and it was obvious that the backlash was directly transmitted to him, but he still gritted his teeth.

This demon incarnation is very powerful and dexterous. If you rush out of the sword world, it will be even more difficult to surrender it. It must be suppressed in a certain space and consume its power.

One person, one fire, just compete here for consumption.

Half an hour later, Yang Qingxuan's face turned pale, but the flames under the sword world were still raging and vigorous, showing no sign of weakening.

He took out the storage bag and smashed it directly with a palm. The 50,000 spiritual stones inside were piled up on the ground like a hill, and then he took a palm of Wuyang Yaokong and patted it.

"Boom!"

Thousands of middle-grade spirit stones were shattered by the blast, and under the violent aura, they turned into a whirlwind and stirred in the secret room, and countless powders flew in the air.

Yang Qingxuan grabbed it with one hand, and all those spiritual energy storms were drawn over, directly impacted on him, and forcefully poured into his body.

Those meridians that were about to dry up were nourished at once, and the martial soul mark flashing on the center of the eyebrows also stabilized.

Although the spiritual energy can't quickly replenish physical energy, Yang Qingxuan's violent absorption has greatly eased the consumption speed. Although it would cause a huge waste of spiritual stones and cause some harm to the body, it would not care about this much.

After spending more than half a day with that demon fire, Yang Qingxuan was already in a cold sweat and was overdrawn so badly that the replenishment of spiritual energy was far from the consumption.

But fortunately, the demon fire was also much weaker, and it could be seen that the fire spirit was very violent, and with every impact, the strength was much weaker.

After a day and night, the sword on the cauldron was reduced to three handles, which could only support a simple mask.

The pill fire underneath was even more uncertain, like burning charcoal, almost exhausted, and the firebird couldn't maintain its transformed form, and it spread out with a "bang".

Yang Qingxuan had already run out of oil and the lamp had dried up, supported by a will. Seeing that the firebird collapsed, the guidance changed, the martial soul seal on the center of the eyebrows immediately dispersed, and the three swords disappeared out of thin air.

"It's now!"

Hua Jieyu snorted, he has been paying attention to the competition, knowing that Yang Qingxuan is no longer able to support it, and directly disappeared from the star ring, possessed Yang Qingxuan, controlled it, and clicked on the volley.

With a "bang", the cauldron flew out a igniting seedling, which fell on Yang Qingxuan's fingertips, walked into the body along the meridians, and finally deposited at the Dantian.

After Hua Jieyu did this action, it was immediately decomposed from Yang Qingxuan's body.

When Yang Qingxuan's body trembled, he lost his balance and slammed out, falling to the ground, making it difficult to move. Even the slightest amount of strength in the body was gone, and it was extremely difficult to even move a finger.

Hua Jieyu also had a pale complexion, and was originally very weak. After using this technique to possess her body, she even hurt her roots. She sat in the star ring and recovered.

If the power of the Qinglong Holy Spirit is strong, he can also use the protection of Qinglong to repair his body. But Yang Qingxuan was too busy to take care of himself, and he could only rely on himself.

Yang Qingxuan smiled bitterly: "Sorry, I hurt you again."

Hua Jieyu shook his head and said: "Between you and me, why be polite. If the demon fire does not conquer now, and waits for it to recover, I am afraid that both of you and my life will not be saved. Now it is in your dantian, and it may be a bit irritable, but It will be sooner or later to give in."

Yang Qingxuan let out an "um" and closed his eyes and let the body repair itself.

At this moment, any gratitude and politeness are superfluous. Only by getting stronger can we protect relatives, lovers, and friends.

Fortunately, the concentration of spiritual stones in the secret chamber is amazing. Even if you can’t perform the exercises, the spiritual energy is overwhelming. It penetrates into your pores by itself. It makes the spleen and lungs very comfortable between breathing and breathing. It is obvious that the spiritual energy is like a spring of water. Nourish the body a little bit.

Three days later, Yang Qingxuan was already sitting on the ground, regaining most of his strength, and was running the Qingyang Martial Scriptures, refining the demon fire in his dantian.

The aura in the secret room was also emptied by most of him, and his strength felt a significant improvement.

Every difficulty and practice is a stepping stone to a stronger one.

Suddenly, Yang Qingxuan's nose sniffed lightly, only to feel a scent of pill, refreshing, and just smelling it, it was indescribable.