Chapter 1857: Xiao Xun

The so-called pink skull, how it looks, doesn't matter.

After all, it's just a bag.

With Xiao Yi's character, he didn't care much about his appearance.

On the contrary, in the past, his delicate and handsome face always made people call him 'little thief' and 'little thief'.

Hearing him was full of anger.

It's good now, no matter how much hatred he provokes, it is estimated that others will not call him a thief.

Furthermore, maybe he will find a way to restore this body in the future.

The most important thing now is to restore strength first.

Strength, strength, strength!

For Xiao Yi, nothing is more important than strength, he has too many things to do.

Xiao Yi pondered for a while, and glanced inward again.

In the body, there are two small worlds today.

One is the small world of martial arts, but it has been shriveled and riddled with holes, and there is little possibility of repair.

The first is the poison world, which is made of highly poisonous, and contains lines of highly poisonous martial arts.

His inner vision was placed in his own small world of martial arts.

The small world of Martial Arts, although it is in bad shape, no, it is almost collapsed.

Everything inside is gone.

Yuan force, complete martial arts, all dissipated.

However, the two martial spirits are still intact.

Bingluan sword, needless to say, Xiao Yi has never seen anything that can take its edge, or damage it in the slightest.

As for the fire-controlling beast, although it has a pair of horns, it still looks dumbfounded.

It seems that he felt Xiao Yi's inward vision, the fire-controlling beast, opened his mouth.

In the past, every time Xiao Yi looked inside, it must be when the fire-controlling beast had something to eat, such as those powerful flames.

Seeing this, Xiao Yi pouted and pulled away from the inner vision.

He thought for a while.

In this way, in fact, his current consequences are not too big.

That is, the normal peerless peak cultivation base is gone, the martial arts power is gone, and the physical power is gone.

Also, he has become the appearance of this person who is neither a ghost nor a ghost.

Other than that, there seems to be no other loss.

Xiao Yi shrugged.

This end, for other warriors, I am afraid that their hearts are ashes, and they are completely desperate.

But to Xiao Yi, he didn't care much.

He cultivates the Myriad Poison Tome, and his strength will eventually come back.

In the future, he may not be able to repair his small world and this body.

Xiao Yi put down his thoughts, and his heart froze.

Today, his normal martial arts methods can no longer be used.

Kendo and fire control can't be used without Yuan force.

And to increase strength, in addition to cultivating the Poison Tome, there is not no other way.

His martial spirit is still there.

Under the condensed mind, in the small world,

Around the fire control beast, he gradually cultivated some fire attribute soul power.

Perhaps, he should consider cultivating some soul master methods.

"There's still half a year to go before three years." Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes, "Enough."

Today, he will not let go of any means that can increase his strength.

Xiao Yi condensed in his hand, and a trace of dark power suddenly condensed.

That is virulence.

"Hua." Xiao Yi snorted softly.

Toxicity, automation is the primary force.

Xiao Yi tried it, and the Qiankun Ring in his hand opened instantly.

Cultivating the Tome of All Poisons, there is no more primordial force in the body, only a strong poisonous force.

You must know that for a warrior, Yuan Li is very important, and he almost includes the premise of all warrior methods.

Even the simplest way to open the Qiankun Ring requires the use of Yuan Li.

So this point, the genius of the Poison Emperor, has also taken into account, of course, although it is only a theory.

But Xiao Yi succeeded.

Poison, can be turned into Yuan force.

Not much, though, just a trace.

And this thread is enough for him to use ordinary martial arts methods, such as opening the Qiankun ring and other ordinary methods.

Normally, other powers cannot be transformed into primary powers.

No matter which one is cultivated, warriors need to consume Yuan force to fight.

Yuan Li can be transformed into sword energy, flames, water currents, hurricanes, sandstones, etc.

However, the attacks such as sword energy, flames, water currents, etc., could not be converted into Yuan force.

This is the most basic martial artist common sense.

Another example is that there is still a large amount of poisonous power remaining on the earth today.

It was the stickiness that remained on the ground.

However, Xiao Yi could not directly absorb it at all and use it for his cultivation of poison.

Because it is irreversible.

However, here, it can be used as a treasure land for practicing poison, because the poisonous atmosphere here is strong enough.

Now, in his body, he can convert the poison into a little Yuan force.

Of course, only a little.

Why is this, Xiao Yi is not very clear.

However, these Xu Yuanli are enough for him to use for ordinary purposes.

...

The next day, early in the morning.

Xiao Yi stopped practicing.

"It's time to leave." Xiao Yi muttered to himself.

Although this is a treasured place to practice poison, but for Xiao Yi, it is still far from enough.

He chose to go out to practice.

Only by practicing to the limit is the fastest way to improve your strength.

Xiao Yi turned around and was about to leave.

Just as he was about to leave, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

"Huh? Where is my Zidian?" Xiao Yi was stunned.

He finally remembered his sword, and also remembered that since he woke up, his Zidian disappeared.

If Zidian, which is currently hanging in the Shura main hall, knows that it has such a low sense of existence in its owner's heart, I am afraid that it will go berserk in an instant.

"Picked up?" Xiao Yi frowned.

He obviously found that his connection with Zidian had been cut off.

"No, what about my breath?" Xiao Yi was startled.

Now that most of his strength has been restored, and there is a way to improve his strength, he has calmed down and remembered all kinds of problems with him.

He is not wearing a ghost mask at all now, but his breath is gone.

The breath of man is innate.

Once it is gone, it is a dead person, and it has been recognized by heaven and earth as the death of the body.

Xiao Yi was startled, and quickly felt his whole body.

After some perception, I was horrified.

There was no breath in his body.

Instead, there is a strong poisonous smell.

Breath is the essence of a warrior; therefore, a warrior judges his identity not by his face, but by his breath.

But now, these poisonous breaths have actually replaced his breath?

Simply put, he is these poisons, and the poison is him.

In Xiao Yi's mind, memories and blurred images appeared.

That was the picture he saw before he became unconscious after detonating the Poison Pill and Blood Pill; and, during those ten days, he was buried in the soil, not completely dead, and his consciousness recovered a little bit of what he saw vaguely.

In his impression, when he was in a poisonous place, a ray of blood-colored power suddenly wrapped his body, barely resisting the continued invasion of the poison.

The reason why Xiao Yi dared to blew the poison pill by himself was because of his powerful body.

After all, that is the peerless peak body endowed by the cultivation of the Shura body, and it is extremely powerful.

The second grasp is the power of the blood pill.

After all, the blood pill was made by melting a trace of his blood essence, so the blood pill has a protective power after all.

When the poisonous pill exploded, he didn't even condense the animal's hands and feet, because the animal's hands and feet were just wrapping his hands and feet, not really his hands and feet.

The poisonous pill erupted from the inside, and the animal's hands and feet could not be protected at all.

"His." Xiao Yi suddenly sucked in a breath of cold air.

He finally figured it out.

No wonder his complete martial arts will all dissipate.

It stands to reason that even if the small world collapses, as long as it still exists, those complete martial arts controlled by warriors will not dissipate, but will continue to exist in the collapsed small world.

The complete martial arts have all dissipated, and there is only one possibility, that is, the martial artist has no aura, his vitality has dissipated, and he is already dead.

When a martial artist dies, the power of martial arts will dissipate the world, and after that, the martial spirit transformed by the power of heaven and earth will also dissipate.

If he guessed correctly, it must be when he was on the verge of death, when his breath had dissipated, the last trace of the blood pill's power protected his last trace of heart and vitality.

The physical power endowed by his cultivation of the Asura Battle Body was very understandable.

He remembered that after he regained consciousness, his body was already on the verge of death, and he was also surprised that it was almost a miracle that he survived.

To put it simply, his body, so badly damaged, should have died.

But unfortunately, not dead.

Xiao Yi had to be thankful that he was in the tomb of the ancient emperor, using the large amount of monster blood essence as the limit of his body.

Therefore, his physical talent even exceeded the level bestowed by the Shura battle body.

This must be the main reason why his body could not die.

Because of this, when the breath dissipates, the martial arts power also dissipates.

But when it was his turn to dissipate the martial spirit, he was not dead, so the martial spirit did not dissipate at all.

"My God." Xiao Yi was stunned.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to think about it." Xiao Yi shook his head.

Wanting to return to Zidian, if he guessed correctly, Zidian must have been picked up by some guy.

And those who can pick up his Zidian can only be those old monsters with unpredictable cultivation.

Ordinary martial artist, never want to touch his purple electricity.

Thinking about it, at this moment, Zidian must have lost his breath.

Otherwise, in his heart, he would not lose contact with Zidian.

However, don't think too much of it.

Within Zidian, there is a sword spirit, which cannot be recognized by ordinary people.

Furthermore, even if I get back the purple electricity now, I can't use it.

The other day, when he recovers, he will hold the sword again, and inside the sword, his breath will automatically recover, and he will recognize him as the master.

Not in a hurry now.

Now, it's time to leave, and the most important thing is to improve your strength.

"There's still half a year." Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes, "After half a year, Holy Moon Sect, I will settle this account with you."

The voice fell, Xiao Yi dodged away.

He thought right, his purple electricity is now hanging in the main hall of Shura, waiting for his master to return it again.

The next time I revert to Zidian, it will definitely be broken and then stand up, which will be shocking!

...

Hengyuan area, Black Devil Palace, a certain branch hall.

In a corner of the hall, a staff member said softly, "Oh? Want to join our Black Devil Palace? Name?"

"Xiao Xun." A hoarse voice rose slowly.

......

Fourth more. (burst)

Updated today.

Sorry for the late update tonight.

As soon as it was cold, the hand was stiff, and the speed of the small eight-character word dropped a lot.

Tomorrow, I will advance the coding time to make up for the speed.

Second, I really want to put this incident to an end, so I specially wrote it before posting it.

Well, having said that, good night everyone.

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