The Ancient Vast Realm

Now Feng Xuan only has the qualifications to control disasters. He still has a long way to go before he can reach the point where he can be the source of disasters.

"What! Control the disaster?"

After hearing Feng Xuan's words, Yin Mo exclaimed in surprise, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Wait a minute, what you are practicing is not the Sutra for rescuing disasters that Master is going to teach you?"

Yin Mo thought of something and his face became a little solemn.

He had already had some guesses about Feng Xuan. Ever since his master said something to him, he knew that Feng Xuan was the kind of person who carried disasters, so he couldn't practice nerve burial at all, and the Ksitigarbha Palace There is another mysterious Emperor's Sutra - the Sutra of DuE.

He also knows a little bit about this Emperor's Sutra, but it is extremely difficult to practice. In the entire Ksitigarbha Hall, except Master, no one has ever been able to successfully practice it. Even he can't. If Otherwise, he would not have to be directly bound by his master to the Great Wilderness Holy Land and would not be allowed to go out.

He guessed that Feng Xuan practiced this sutra, but at this time, he had some doubts about his speculation.

He had never heard of the saying that the Sutra could control disasters. If so, the master would have solved their disaster problems long ago.

"Uh, this matter..."

Feng Xuan looked embarrassed and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Seeing Feng Xuan's expression, Yin Mo also reacted, and he asked too much.

But looking at Feng Xuan's appearance, Yin Mo couldn't help but ask: "Junior brother, can I practice this skill of yours? Or can you solve the disaster problem in my body?"

Yin Mo looked at Feng Xuan with expectation in his eyes.

Feng Xuan looked at the Eighth Senior Brother's appearance. Although he couldn't bear it, he still shook his head and replied: "Senior Brother, this technique can only be practiced by me alone. There are various prerequisites that are too harsh."

Feng Xuan didn't lie. As far as he was concerned, he didn't even know how he successfully practiced the Sutra of Disasters, but he knew that it must be related to the ancient bronze scroll in his soul.

At least he knows that one of the two conditions for practicing this calamity sutra is that he has a body contaminated with endless calamities, and the other is that his body has an annihilation seed as its core. A suppressive thing.

Even Feng Xuan was even more suspicious. The reason why he was able to practice successfully was inseparable from the black words that rushed into his body. Those words were the most critical thing in practicing the Disaster Sutra.

After hearing Feng Xuan's words, Yin Mo was naturally able to distinguish between true and false. His eyes suddenly dimmed, and he felt a little self-deprecating.

Yes, there is something that my master and even countless powerful men in the Holy Land cannot solve, so what can my junior brother do?

All the senior brothers and sisters died in the disasters one after another. Even the eldest brother and the fourth senior brother finally changed their methods to survive. If he said that he didn't have any fear and worry in his heart, he would be deceiving himself.

He also knows that the practice of some skills is extremely harsh, such as Burying the Nerve. Even if ordinary warriors know the practice method of Burying the Nerve, they will not be able to practice it successfully. However, most of the Emperor Sutras have various restrictions, otherwise the human race would have been strong. Lin Yun suppressed the entire Canggu.

"But senior brother, if I can cultivate to great success, it may not be impossible."

Seeing the somewhat depressed look on the eighth brother's face, Feng Xuan still couldn't bear to say that if he followed the instructions in the Disaster Sutra, it was indeed possible for him to reach that point, provided that he could grow up.

Hearing Feng Xuan's words, Yin Mo smiled reluctantly. Naturally, he just took it as Feng Xuan's words to comfort him, and lightly patted Feng Xuan's shoulder without saying anything else.

Feng Xuan didn't explain too much. The future was too vague. He himself didn't know whether he could reach that point in practice. Who can say that he would be able to reach the top in his practice.

"Come on, little junior brother, I'll give this to you."

Yin Mo put away his emotions, returned to his indifferent expression, and took out a bloody heart the size of a fist and handed it to Feng Xuan.

Looking at the slowly beating blood-colored heart, Feng Xuan felt as if his own heart was also affected by it, and started to beat slowly.

When he took the heart, he felt that the thing in his hand was surging like a hidden sea of ​​blood. This must be the blood heart melting pot that the senior brothers and the others talked about.

"Brother, how should I use this thing?"

Feng Xuan held the heart, looked at Yin Mo and said in confusion, is it possible to swallow it directly?

"Take off your upper body clothes"

Yin Mo smiled slightly and ordered, taking out a delicate silver knife in his hand.

Feng Xuan directly pulled off his upper clothes and hung them around his waist, revealing his strong upper body. Golden halos circulated on his skin. He had already guessed what Yin Mo was doing by looking at her movements.

Yin Mo looked at Feng Xuan's body, then pointed the knife at the right side of Feng Xuan's chest and lightly slashed it. The knife directly opened a long bloody hole in Feng Xuan's chest as if he didn't feel any resistance at all. One could vaguely see the internal organs directly, but the miraculous thing was that no blood flowed out from the wound, and the wound was extremely smooth. A little silver light also blocked the self-healing power of Feng Xuan's wound.

With a thought from Yin Mo, the heart in Feng Xuan's hand flew directly into the open wound.

Feng Xuan saw the blood-red heart integrating into his body, and suddenly felt a sense of discomfort. After all, this was an organ that was not his own buried in his body.

The Evil Eye Tribe, this name does not sound like a serious race. Thinking of the tentacle monster he once felt, Feng Xuan only felt a chill.

However, this matter was decided by the Fourth Senior Brother and the Eighth Senior Brother together. Feng Xuan naturally knew that it would be of great benefit to him.

Yin Mo casually wiped away the silver light from Feng Xuan's wound and stepped back to a distance of ten feet.

Feng Xuan looked at Yin Mo's movements in confusion. Just as he was about to say something, his expression suddenly changed.

"meet--"

Feng Xuan groaned and subconsciously covered his chest with his hands. At this moment, he only felt a scorching furnace burning in his body, and streams of terrifying blood instantly filled Feng Xuan's body.

Waves of heat spread out all over Feng Xuan's body, and the bloody flames between his skin slowly burned. His whole body was like a living furnace, releasing astonishing heat.

"Give me the town!"

Feng Xuan shouted violently and directly used all his vitality and Shaman Soul power to suppress the huge blood energy in his body, and the bloody flames in his body slowly dissipated.

"Haha, how do you feel? This Blood Heart Furnace is the favorite thing of those people in the Demon Palace. Even those powerful men will choose to implant a Blood Heart Furnace into themselves, which can ensure that their blood energy can support them. For a longer battle, this thing can automatically absorb the vitality between heaven and earth and transform it into blood for you, making your blood almost never dry up."

Yin Mo looked at Feng Xuan and said with a smile.

"This thing should have side effects, right?"

Feng Xuan pressed his chest with his hand, raised his head and looked at Yin Mo and asked.