In the ancient cemetery of Baling Mountain, Yan Kuan was floating in the air without a trace of clothing, his hands formed cultivation seals, and his face was as calm and indifferent as an old monk in meditation.
His skin was sparkling red, and with the purple zhi fire ointment applied on his body, wisps of flame energy visible to the naked eye continued to gather around him, pouring in continuously. It was like a huge fireball appeared on the top of the ancient tomb.
, constantly absorbing light and heat.
I don't know how long this quiet atmosphere lasted, but suddenly there was a strange sound that was extremely subtle but sounded like a heavy beating of a drum in people's ears. Listening carefully, it turned out that this sound came from Yan Kuan.
Shortly after the strange muffled sound appeared, Yan Kuan's body, which was as motionless as a dead tree, suddenly trembled, and a strange redness appeared on his face.
This change comes from the inside out. The external phenomena are actually caused by the changes in the body. The most obvious thing is that the speed at which he absorbs flame energy has increased a lot.
Under an extremely powerful suction force, less than half of the power of the sun's essence fire was pulled out of the place where the immortal was cremated. The flame energy that was hovering around him and originally entered Yan Kuan's body was like a wild horse that had escaped the reins.
Madness rushed into his body like a swarm of swarms.
Yan Kuan's body instantly turned extremely bright red, emitting a scorching light like a red-hot iron block. The blazing flames continued to surge in and formed a flame tornado.
Yan Kuan's body seemed to have turned into a bottomless pit. No matter how huge the incoming energy was, he would accept it all.
This astonishing vision lasted for a long time, until Yan Kuan slowly opened his eyes accompanied by a crisp bone rumble.
His closed eyes slowly opened, and golden flames soared out strangely, lingering in the dark eyes and rendering them golden. After a while, he exhaled a long breath, and the flames gradually gradually
fade away.
The flames faded away, but Yan Kuan's dark eyes looked even deeper than before. His figure moved and fell, with a black robe draped around him to cover his body, "The peak fighting master is only one step away from the fighting spirit, Dao Xing
His cultivation is comparable to the third level of Taoist Palace.
Although I seem to be just an ordinary ascetic in the wheel sea realm now, if there is really someone with evil intentions, I will definitely give him a big surprise, and along with my special practice in the wheel sea realm
, my vision of the sea of suffering is about to awaken."
Yan Kuan is very satisfied with his current situation. The progress of his practice in just a few months is much faster than that of his previous years combined.
However, this rapid progress did not affect his foundation. Dou Qi Continent's medicine refining system is extremely complete. The mixed use of many different elixirs can maximize the effect of the medicinal materials without affecting his foundation.
Of course, the cost in this process is also huge. Yan Kuan's several transactions and the resources drawn from the Jiujiang Longque Treasure House have been basically consumed in the past few months. If he wants to improve so quickly next,
strength, the resources required will only be more.
"It will take almost twenty years for the Kowloon Restaurant to arrive. It's a headache!"
Yan Kuan feels more and more that today's Ancestral Star's cultivation environment is barren and all kinds of resources are scarce. He specializes in a single secret realm and cooperates with the fighting system. The cultivation resources currently needed are actually not too precious, and he can't use those small medicines for the time being.
King and the like have more quantity.
These cultivation resources that are needed in the Wheel Sea Realm and Dao Palace Realm are actually easy to trade in the ancient stars such as Beidou or Ziwei. Yan Kuan can easily exchange them for the resources he needs using alchemy skills. As long as he is careful when trading,
You won't be stared at.
But on the Zuxing side, even if he can make alchemy, he can't trade many resources, because all the forces in the cultivation world are basically in a state of lack of resources. Once he makes a large transaction, he will be easily targeted.
"The ship will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridge. We can still think of ways to deal with resources. Now we should master more methods to deal with the enemy and inherit the cause and effect of the ancient tomb."
Yan Kuan made up his mind and walked out along the lonely and cold white jade steps. On the way, he met several bat beasts who came to deliver food. Naturally, he accepted them all without hesitation and kept them as materials to contribute to the bat population control.
"clank……"
Waves of sword sounds came from the front, and Yan Kuan's footsteps slowed down a little, and he came to the sword-sharpening stone that contained the supreme sword intention.
The first time he came to this ancient tomb palace, Yan Kuan was just trying to open up a sea of suffering. He had to be cautious when facing everything in the ancient tomb. He was deeply traumatized just by taking a look at the sword-sharpening stone. He relied on gossip
With the protection of the treasure box, he could barely reach the depths of the ancient tomb.
But now, his single cultivation in the secret realm of the Wheel Sea is comparable to that of a monk in the Dao Palace. Even if he stands in front of the sword grinding stone and reaches out to touch it, he will not be harmed.
"I'm really looking forward to the inheritance of swordsmanship from the great sage Akamatsuko."
Yan Kuan walked step by step to the sword grinding stone. The clanking of the sword became more and more fierce, as if there were countless demonic sounds penetrating his brain, and traces of sword energy impacted his body, making him feel boundless pain.
But none of these difficulties could stop Yan Kuan's steps. He came to the whetstone resolutely. A faint mark appeared in the flame pattern on his forehead and between his eyebrows. It was the spiritual mark of the great sage Chisongzi that he had obtained from the set of chimes.
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Yan Kuan raised his right palm and pressed it firmly on the whetstone. The brilliant emperor's flames rose up and spread over the entire whetstone, and the mark of the Great Sage's spirit on his forehead and between his eyebrows emitted an incomparably bright light.
Numerous images suddenly appeared in Yan Kuan's mind. A mountain peak towering into the sky came into view. It was so steep that even a bird couldn't stand on it. He stood up and down, like a heavenly sword thrust into the earth.
A fierce killing intent rolled out and cut people's minds, causing their bodies to burst and their bones to break. The sword energy in this place was extremely strong, making a clanging sound, as if there were thousands of heavenly swords resounding in unison, resounding throughout the heaven and earth.
Yan Kuan's consciousness approached, and the swords clanged loudly, as if thousands of heavenly swords were clanging in unison, resounding throughout the world. His consciousness rushed straight into the depths of the mountain, because there was something attracting him in that direction.
One hundred thousand heavenly swords roared together, the sword energy cut through the clouds, the sword light covered the sky and the sun, cutting across the void of ancient and modern times. There was a sword lake at the top of the mountain, clear and translucent, emitting thousands of sword lights, as if there was a peerless fairy sword buried in it.
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This is the Immortal Sword Tianchi, the place where the great sage Chisongzi washes his swords, and the figure he is looking for is sitting next to the sword pool, holding a seemingly ordinary bronze sword, placing it on the sword whetstone to sharpen it carefully, and sharpening it from time to time.
The sword blade was dipped into the pool to wash the sword.
As Yan Kuan's consciousness approached, the ancient great sage turned around as if by coincidence. The two looked at each other as if across time and space. Chi Songzi opened his mouth slightly and uttered one word, "Sword!"
At this moment, a ray of eternal light emitted, dazzlingly brilliant. At this moment, nothing existed anymore. There was only this sword light, and the sun, moon and stars in the sky seemed insignificant, dim and without luster. Yan Kuan's consciousness also