In the Niwan Palace between the eyebrows, a new spiritual consciousness floated. The old fingers of the soul body touched the air, but the spiritual consciousness was so scared that it immediately fled.

Old Xiao couldn't help but curled his lips and snorted unhappy: "It's really tight."

Chang Xi rubbed his palms hotly. No matter how Mr. Xiao was glaring at him, he just stared at him with his eyes.

He had his own plans in his heart.

It is not a day when the ice is frozen three feet long, and the same is true for the cultivation of spiritual consciousness.

The new spiritual consciousness is like a baby, which cannot withstand any loss and urgency. It requires a monk to adjust his breathing and meditate and meditate. Only by slowly nourishing this method can the spiritual consciousness gradually grow. The time required is mostly based on the years and months, which is a long-term effort. It is even more urgent.

Although there are also high-level elixirs and treasures that nourish spiritual consciousness, and even the supreme methods to temper spiritual consciousness are occasionally leaked, they are all rare goods, and they will attract people to snatch them every time they appear.

The bloody storm that has been changed hands behind these elixirs and treasures has not been known to outsiders. Chang Xi asked himself that a mere Foundation Establishment Cultivator had his strength and financial resources, and he did not have the sharp enough minions to allow him to seize food from the mouths of the cultivator.

It takes half a year to temper the spiritual consciousness step by step until it can be used to search the enemy. If you want to gather the stern stings that can be used to hurt the enemy in the Niwan Palace, you need to advance to the next great realm - the Jindan realm.

The thousands of demons with their hands and eyes made him look like a ray of light on his back, and he had no choice but to be in a hurry.

Old Xiao frowned and asked: "Look at your roots and bones, I know that your practice is still shallow, but you rely on a lot, and it is difficult to find an opponent in the foundation-building level. Why are you so anxious to temper your spiritual consciousness?"

Recalling the scenes that he was unable to resist under Luo Sheng, Chang Xi pondered for a moment and made a statement: "I was chased by thousands of evil cultivators in Cangxi Prefecture, and I couldn't help it. If I couldn't improve my strength as soon as possible, I'm afraid the next time I meet again is the time for me to die."

"Ten Thousand Demons?"

Old Xiao widened his eyes, not knowing what that thing was.

Chang Xi suddenly realized that there should not be a group of evil demons a few decades ago, and then explained to Mr. Xiao that the evil demons, which were originally like a pile of sand in the southern border of the Western Regions in recent years, formed the Ten Thousand Demons to compete with the Immortal Alliance.

The disconcerted expression on Old Xiao's face instantly receded like a tide, replaced by the invincible sarcasm of the sect, mostly sarcastic sarcasm.

"I tell you who it is? It turns out that the few old bone thieves in the southern border of the Western Regions are unsatisfied. They probably want to expand their territory while the situation is in dire straits. They did this a few decades ago, but this time, they just put on the cloak of the Ten Thousand Demons."

Old Xiao paused and thought of something, and said with a teasing voice: "Since the thousands of demons can sneak into the Jiuzhou realm so swagger, I'm afraid the Great Wilderness Hall in the Western Regions is already a clay bodhisattva who crosses the river and cannot protect himself."

Chang Xi was secretly shocked. The Great Wilderness Palace and Qingyun Mountain in Xiao’s mouth were both one of the five sects of the Immortal Dao Alliance. The obedient meaning was that there were some unpleasant frictions between the Mangshan Mausoleum and the Great Wilderness Palace back then.

The topic of the old and the young has changed several times and finally returned to the latter's spiritual consciousness.

Old Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the front and back of his eyes, and slowly said, "I said before that you rely on a lot of things, and you will mix with each other's bad. I have a lotus of energy that nourishes the spiritual consciousness in my hand. If it is implanted into your Niwan Palace, it will not only save you from boring meditation, but also allow you to temper your spiritual consciousness to progress thousands of miles a day, and you can easily step on others under your feet. Do you dare to take it?"

With such a heaven-defying magic object, Chang Xi naturally wanted to avoid a lot of hard work by a Qi Lotus. Why not do it? But the words he opened his mouth and asked for were on his lips, but suddenly felt something was wrong. He clenched his fists and struggled for a long time. Chang Xi let go of his clenched lips, made great determination, and spit out a word.

"Hehe, I have to thank you for saying no."

Old Xiao's eyes were so bright that he said slowly: "If you said you wanted it just now, I will not destroy your foundation and cultivation for the sake of being a disciple of Qingyun Mountain, but the fate between you and me will end here."

Mr. Xiao glanced at Chang Xi who was sweating in cold sweat and said, "On the road of cultivation, cultivating the mind and self-cultivation is the most important thing. Like this sword, like this blood, like this bone, it has helped you a lot. If you only seek convenience and only know how to rely on the power of treasures, and when you reach a higher level, you will be just a clown in the eyes of others."

Chang Xi's cold sweat was like a stream of water, and his words woke up the dreamer.

With a point in his belly, Old Xiao’s solemn voice sounded in Chang Xi’s ears: “Hold your breath and concentrate your mind, condense your sword intent!”

Chang Xi's sword intent swept across the spiritual platform, and the appearance of the spiritual platform had roughly turned into a sword shape, with sharp sword intent surrounding Mr. Xiao's fingertips pointing into his body.

Mr. Xiao praised, "The sword intent is good."

It’s a pity that Chang Xi didn’t have time to boast about himself. The suction force suddenly surged by Xiao Lao’s fingertips suddenly drew out more spiritual power. The sword spirit root was like a child who loved candy in the center of his hand. He was angry and wanted to steal it back, but found that even the candy in his pocket had been hollowed out.

Old Xiao laughed at Jian Linggen: "What a stingy little kid, is he keeping his sword intent for the New Year?"

Jian Linggen was so angry that he screamed when he jumped up and scratched the fingertips of the old man with amazing sword intent. After scratching for a long time, he didn't find any traces. He had to sit on the spiritual platform with his head down so much that he was dejected, like an angry little wife.

The sword intent condensed at the fingertips was as solid as it was, like a silver squad floating up and down on the fingertips of Xiao Lao. Old Xiao looked down at the golden dragon phantom with a high head in the sea of ​​golden blood boiling between Chang Xi's chest, with a solemn expression on his face, making a gesture of invitation.

The golden dragon phantom pondered for a moment, and then a loud dragon roar resounded through the sea of ​​blood.

Several whirlwinds emerged out of thin air from the sea of ​​blood, fusing with each other, gradually becoming a grand posture of a dragon sucking water. A blood-colored torrent rose as the dragon absorbed water, gathering into a ball at the fingertips of Xiao Lao.

Old Xiao looked at the golden dragon's phantom with a slight head. The golden dragon's phantom closed his eyes and stopped looking. The dragon formed by several whirlwinds in the sea of ​​blood absorbed water and dissipated quietly. The calmness of the golden waves returned to the rippling waves.

One finger of sword intent, one finger of dragon blood, two fingers meet and stab into the middle of the eyebrows!

Chang Xi was thundered for a moment, and the pain in his mind almost submerged him. His body trembled like a sieve, his eyes were red and gritted his teeth. Every breath and every second became extremely long at this time.

Veteran Xiao Chang Xi saw the expression in his eyes and accelerated the speed in his hands.

The sword intent is the furnace, and the dragon blood is the copper. Mr. Xiao used the method of casting bells to gradually merge the two things that were difficult to tolerate. Although the terrifying temperature on his fingertips was fierce and domineering, Mr. Xiao used his magical power to suppress it without hurting people. His new spiritual consciousness hid in the distance and shivered.

The dragon blood in the furnace made by the sword intent boils, as bright as golden soup.

The furnace and cauldron are crooked, and the boiling golden soup is rushing out. Old Xiao’s fingertips are only a square inch in size, but there are many restrictions on them. His fingertips dance like silk in his hand, and the boiling golden soup is woven around his fingers like a piece of woven cloth. His gestures are spiraled, and the golden pins are woven into a bronze bell in a moment.

The furnace and cauldron were reunited into spiritual power and sword intent. Due to the tempering of magical powers and flames, the power increased instead of decreasing. He was rubbed by Mr. Xiao and shot into the golden bell between his fingers. He was completed in one go. For a moment, the golden bell ringed throughout the Niwan Palace.

Old Xiao's figure suddenly dimmed, his fingers retreated from his eyebrows, raised his eyebrows, and found that the boy Niwan Palace had not yet fallen into a coma due to such a rude stir. He was still gritting his teeth and insisting. Blood was everywhere between his lips and teeth, and his clothes had already wet.

The golden bell and Weng Ming in the Niwan Palace rotated and transformed the pain of the torn. Chang Xi immediately gasped like a fish thrown ashore. It took him a long time to recover. Only then did he notice that something strange happened in the Niwan Palace and he couldn't help but ask.

Old Xiao smiled and said, "This is the sword bell, which is used to cultivate your spiritual consciousness."

The sword ringing bell is golden all over, and the bell has delicate formation patterns engraved inside and outside. From a distance, the big bell slowly rotates solemnly, and it is faintly in line with the heart rhythm beating and mysterious.

Chang Xi's spiritual consciousness sometimes circled around the sword bell, and sometimes got into the sword bell, but he didn't find how to cultivate the spiritual consciousness. He couldn't help but look at Mr. Xiao in confusion.

Old Xiao sneered: "How should the bell ring?"

Chang Xi was careful: "Damn it?"

Mr. Xiao acted as if he wanted to fight: "Damn it!"

Chang Xi could not see anything else in Niwan Palace that could ring the sword bell until he fixed his eyes on his weak, pitiful and helpless spiritual consciousness, and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, no, right?

Mr. Xiao handed him a bad look.

"Dong!"

The weak spiritual consciousness hugged Ning Wei Yusha's tragic aura that was broken to the sword ringing bell, making a pitiful sound smaller than the sound of a mosquito. As for the sound of the thunder, it was completely fantasized by Chang Xi himself.

As the spiritual consciousness hit the clock, Chang Xi felt a stinging pain in his mind and his whole body twitched. He thought that the weak new spiritual consciousness would be injured, but when he felt the situation in the Niwan Palace again, he found that the spiritual consciousness was not only not injured, but was slightly stronger?

As if he saw Chang Xi’s doubts, Old Xiao said: “The sword ringing bell is made of the dragon blood in your body and the sword intent as the base. When you hit the bell with your spiritual sense, most of the bell ringing sounds are your pure sword intent and dragon breath. Use sword intent to temper your spiritual sense strength, and at the same time, use dragon breath to synchronize your spiritual sense, which will kill multiple goals at one stroke.”

Chang Xi was stunned after hearing this. It turned out that the world actually had such magical means to nourish spiritual consciousness. He touched his head and said depressedly: "But why does it sound like he is self-harm?"

Old Xiao laughed and said, "How can you be the best person if you don't endure hardships? The strength of the spiritual consciousness tempered in this way is far beyond your imagination. The more painful it is when you hit the bell, the better the effect of tempering the spiritual consciousness. Not to mention that the sword ringing itself can attack or defend. Attack is to sharpen your spiritual consciousness like a sword. Guard is to use the sword ringing bell to block the opponent's spiritual attack. You kid, just be more responsible, don't be blessed in blessings."

The old and the young have discussed it for a long time. Although time has passed slowly outside, it can also be seen that the Mangshan Mausoleum is about to return to the void.

Old Xiao blinked his fingers and showed the teleportation formation. He glanced at Chang Xi deeply and said, "The time is almost over. It's time to part. Although this teleportation array cannot send you back to Qingyun Mountain, it is enough to bring you back to Huizhou."

Chang Xi was silent for a long time and looked up and asked, "Where are you, Mr. Xiao?"

The scroll spread across the sky dissipated, and the Mangshan Mausoleum was like Old Xiao, all of which were in decline. Old Xiao's hunched back was a little straightened, and his face felt relieved and free, "I am a dead person, and I have to use the entire Mangshan Mausoleum as a formation to keep this soul body alive. It is no regret to see you, Old Mo's half of the disciple before leaving."

The old man who once won the desolation of the Jiuzhou Province had a hunched back, but he became extremely tall in Chang Xi's eyes. In a trance, Chang Xi seemed to cross the long river of time and saw the majestic figure who once looked down on all living beings on the top of the Mangshan Mausoleum.

Chang Xi bent down to the end, kept this back in mind, and stepped into the teleportation array.

All the surviving disciples of various sects and sects were expelled from the tomb. There was no more living person in the Mangshan Mausoleum, and a thousand-foot-foot-glorious light rose from the tomb, which looked like a rebirth.

Xiao Yishan looked into the distance, passed through countless rivers, mountains and rivers in Jiuzhou, crossed the Kunlun heavenly chasm, and pointed directly to the heart of the Demon Realm.

This old man, who deserves respect from thousands of monks in the world, finally looked into the sky and burst into tears.

There is nostalgia, reluctance, liberation, and determination.

"Goodbye, old friend."
Chapter completed!