Chapter 442 Three Thousand Fires

The jade slip happened to be stuck in the hole, 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 divine sense, and couldn't help being stunned.

What this jade slip records is actually a sword manual called——Three Thousand Karma Fires.

On the title page of the jade slip, there are a few words written clearly: Swordsmanship Three Thousand Fires, Earth-Level High-Level Kungfu, and the secret knowledge of the head of the Wuya Sword School.

The so-called unique skills that are not taught by the head of the sect are the skills that only the head of the sect can practice.

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

Hua Jieyu flipped through it, and said pleasantly: "The advanced earth-level exercises are already very scary. It is difficult for ordinary Yuanwu late stage to bear this level of backlash. But you are different. You are not only the physical body of the late chalcedony, but also cultivated After learning the Qingyang Martial Arts Classic, the endurance of the physical body is even stronger than that of the general chalcedony late stage."

Yang Qingxuan said: "This sword manual is also a fire attribute technique, which is more suitable for me. It's just that to practice this sword technique, you need a powerful flame to assist. Where can you find this flame? You can't use Ziyan to practice it. .”

His control over Zi Yan is still very slight, every time he uses it, he is determined to die together, and every time he thinks about it, he still has lingering fears.

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

Only then did Yang Qingxuan remember that with a wave of his hand, eight rays of light flew out of the star ring, landed in the center of the secret room, and turned into eight big tripods.

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

There was still extremely high temperature coming from the cauldron, and when you touched the cauldron with your hand, you could feel the scorching heat.

Hua Jieyu said: "The inner alchemy demon fire in this cauldron can just be used to practice swords. And it is guarded by the alchemy fire, so there must be a pill inside. It's just a good time to see what kind of panacea it is."

Yang Qingxuan slapped Ding's body with a palm, rushed in with a strong force, and knocked the lid of Ding away.

Immediately after that, he grasped the sword formula with his hands, and flew out more than ten handles, hanging upside down around the cauldron, forming a formation in the air, and laying down a sword world.

With the lesson from last time, he became extremely cautious.

Sure enough, a flame spewed out from the tripod, turned into a fire bird, and slammed into the sword world.

"boom!"

After a collision, the flames scattered in all directions, spreading out in a hemispherical shape above the cauldron and below the sword world, illuminating the entire secret room.

Yang Qingxuan's face was cloudy and cloudy under the flickering flames.

With one hand, the sword marks on the center of the eyebrows suddenly became brighter, as if the shadows of thousands of swords shuttled out and shot into the sword array, strengthening the defense of the barrier.

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

Every time there was a collision, the Wuhun seal between Yang Qingxuan's eyebrows shook, obviously the backlash had directly passed to him, but he still gritted his teeth and held on.

The form of the demon fire is very powerful and dexterous. If it rushes out of the sword world, it will be even more difficult to subdue it. It must be suppressed in a certain space to consume its power.

One person, one fire, just compete and consume here.

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

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

"Boom!"

Tens of thousands of middle-grade spirit stones were shattered by the bombardment, and the violent spirit energy turned into a whirlwind in the secret room, and countless powders flew in the air.

Yang Qingxuan grabbed it with one hand, and all the aura storms were sucked in, directly impacting on him, and forcibly pouring them into his body.

Those meridians that were about to dry up were nourished all at once, and the martial spirit mark that flickered between the eyebrows also stabilized.

Although the aura cannot replenish physical energy quickly, Yang Qingxuan's violent absorption still greatly slows down the consumption speed. Although it will cause a great waste of spirit stones and cause some harm to the body, but it is too much to worry about.

After spending most of the day with the demon fire, Yang Qingxuan was already covered in cold sweat and overdrawn, and the replenishment of spiritual energy was far from being able to cover the consumption.

But fortunately, the demon fire is also much weaker. It can be seen that the fire spirit is very irritable, and every time it hits, its power is much weaker.

After one day and one night, the swords on the cauldron were reduced to three, which could only support a simple mask.

And the pill fire below it was even more uncertain, like burning charcoal, it was almost exhausted, and the fire bird couldn't maintain the shape of the transformation, and scattered with a "bang".

Yang Qingxuan had already run out of energy, and he supported it entirely by a will. Seeing that the fire bird collapsed, the guidance changed, and the Wuhun imprint between his eyebrows immediately dissipated, and the three swords disappeared out of thin air.

"It's now!"

Hua Jieyu snorted softly. He had been paying attention to the competition. Knowing that Yang Qingxuan was no longer able to support him, he disappeared from the star ring, possessed Yang Qingxuan, controlled him, and pointed him in the air.

With a "bang", Ding Neifei shot out a little flame, landed on Yang Qingxuan's fingertips, walked into the whole body along the meridians, and finally deposited in the dantian.

After Hua Jieyu finished this action, he immediately decomposed from Yang Qingxuan's body.

Yang Qingxuan's body trembled, he lost his balance, and fell hard, falling to the ground, unable to move. The slightest bit of strength in the body was gone, and it was extremely difficult to even move his fingers.

Hua Jieyu's complexion was also pale, and he was already very weak. After using this technique of possessing the body, he hurt his roots even more. He sat cross-legged in the star ring to recuperate.

If the power of the Qinglong Holy Spirit is strong, he can also use the protection of the Qinglong to repair his body. But Yang Qingxuan couldn't take care of himself, so he could only rely on himself.

Yang Qingxuan smiled wryly and said, "Sorry, I hurt you again."

Hua Jieyu shook his head and said: "There is no need to be polite between you and me. If the demon fire is not subdued now, we may lose our lives when it recovers. Now it is in your dantian, maybe it is a little irritable, but Surrender is a matter of time."

Yang Qingxuan let out a "hmm", then closed his eyes and let his body repair itself.

Any gratitude and politeness at this moment are superfluous. Only by becoming stronger can we protect relatives, lovers, and friends.

Fortunately, the concentration of spiritual stones in the secret room is astonishing. Even if you can't use the exercises, the spiritual energy is overwhelming. It penetrates into your pores by itself. Every breath makes your spleen and lungs very comfortable. You can obviously feel that the spiritual energy is like a sweet spring. Nourish the body a little bit.

Three days later, Yang Qingxuan had already sat cross-legged on the ground, regained most of his strength, and was running the Qingyang Martial Arts Manual to refine the demon fire in his dantian.

Most of the aura in the secret room was also sucked out by him, and his strength felt a significant improvement.

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

Suddenly, Yang Qingxuan sniffed lightly with his nose, only to feel a scent of dan, refreshing, and just smelling it, he felt indescribably comfortable.