took out the Soul Breaking Knife and poured Wu Gang into it, and in an instant, the Soul Breaking Knife was filled with a dazzling red light.

Suddenly lifted the Soul Breaking Knife, the tip of the knife was inserted downward into the bluestone slab on the ground, and sure enough, after using the Soul Breaking Knife, the bluestone slab was as soft as tofu, and it was inserted lightly, and it went straight into the handle.

Immediately afterwards, a sudden wind blew away the hot air, and a hole as big as a badminton court was slowly revealed on the ground.

Xu Xiangbei gathered his eyes, looked down, his eyesight was not affected by the darkness, and he saw the red light flashing at the end of the pit, filled with a rich dragon breath, which was probably the origin of the dragon's breath.

"Come, let's go down and see. ”

Xu Xiangbei rode on the flame and went deeper into the pit again.

The heat wave is like a tide, and the limelight is also getting stronger, gradually sweeping through the entire Dragon Flame Hell here.

It wasn't long before all the flames were attracted, and the heads of the flames swayed in one direction, surging toward the pit underground.

After the dragon's breath appeared, after the dragon's breath tower, the change suddenly appeared, the dragon's breath in the square was pervasive, and the space was black and invisible.

Time must not be lost and never come again, all the clan disciples, without any orders, sit on the ground on their own, and absorb the skills without hesitation.

Perth Natasha was very interested: "Syril Ya Temple, when did the cultivation atmosphere become so positive?"

Beiluo Shimen looked up to the sky and smiled: "With a martial idiot like Zhou Canghua taking the lead, of course the disciples are not willing to be left behind." ”

Although Perth Natasha didn't pay much attention to Zhou Canghua, she still knew a little about his rumored reputation, knowing that he was born with an obsession with martial arts, and she couldn't help but feel relieved when she saw that Syrir was now as condensed as steel.

In purgatory, after Xu Xiangbei and Yan'er came down, they quickly landed at the dragon breath origin that emitted red light.

"The coercion of the Dragon Emperor of the Flood Desolation. There was a slight vibration in Yan'er's voice.

As a holy beast, Yan'er's spiritual sense was extraordinary, and he immediately found that this aura was exactly the same as that emanating from the Dragon Emperor of the Flood Desolation.

Xu Xiangbei was confused for a while, he didn't have the kind of spirituality of Yan'er, and he was also half-convinced when he heard the words: "Are you right? How could the origin power of the Flood Desolate Dragon Emperor appear here, incredible?"

Yan'er shook her head, and then while Xu Xiangbei was pondering, she secretly stretched out her tongue and gently licked the dragon breath element.

Who knows, something happened now, Yan'er's little tongue was as if it was frozen, stuck to the dragon crystal obsidian, no matter how it turned its head, it couldn't tear it off, and it hurt so much that tears flowed out.

Xu Xiangbei looked at Yan'er's appearance of stealing chickens and not eating a handful of rice, and laughed and gloated for a moment.

Yan'er's voice was full of grievances: "Brother Bei, don't laugh, think about it." ”

Xu Xiangbei also dared to look at the joke for too long, hugged Yan'er's huge body, and pushed back with it, hoping to pull out his tongue.

"Three-two-one, force. ”

……

"Brother Bei, if it doesn't work, it will be broken!"

After pulling for a while, Yan'er tried in vain, and the power in his body was flowing away in the obsidian of the dragon crystal, although the speed was not fast, it was just peeling off the cocoon, but he could also feel the sense of detachment.

Xu Xiangbei stretched out his palm, drummed out a martial arts force on it, raised his palm into a knife, and laughed in front of Yan'er: "Since that's the case, just cut it in two." ”

Yan'er was startled, not knowing if Xu Xiangbei was joking or real, cold sweat broke out.

Hurriedly spit out a mouthful of black flame and landed on the dragon crystal obsidian, and saw that the obsidian was heated by the black flame at high temperature, and the whole body was crystal clear, like a boiled red egg.

At this time, the flames in the Dragon Flame Hell were all gathered and baked, attacking them one after another.

Xu Xiangbei slashed out with his empty palm, shaking the flames around him a few feet, and puffed out the body protection Wu Gang to protect himself in the inner perimeter, and Yan'er, anyway, she is not afraid of fire, so let her feel it herself.

Ten thousand silver snakes jumped like flames, all baked on Yan'er's body, although it couldn't get out, but Yan'er was comfortable, simply crawled down and took a long breath, and swallowed all the flames that pounced.

Xu Xiangbei looked at the dragon crystal obsidian hanging on Yan'er's mouth, and had a stimulating thought: "Yan'er, let's fly up with the dragon crystal obsidian and try to destroy it with violence." ”

Yan'er nodded, it couldn't think of a better way, so it could only try it according to Xu Xiangbei's method.

Yan'er let Xu Xiangbei ride on his back, bouncing and flying, soaring into the sky to mid-air height, Long Yan Hell was instantly left behind, and the black pressure below was the temple clan.

Watching them fly into the sky, the disciples below were also amazed and watched with their heads held high.

The golden flame devours the fire tapir's divine martial arts, and there are a few people in the world who are fortunate to be able to see it, the momentum of the mighty bully, and the vigorous and powerful posture, and the protective body light and flame that radiates from the spiritual light, make her mighty.

"Natasha, you can help too. ”

Xu Xiangbei shouted at Perth Natasha on the ground, then gestured at Yan'er, and suddenly shot at the dragon crystal obsidian.

The dragon crystal obsidian, like a dehydrated sponge, quickly became smaller, and the rich dragon breath in it overflowed.

At this moment, Perth Natasha was already standing by Xu Xiangbei's side.

Glancing at Natasha in Perth, Xu Xiangbei said, "Natasha, let's lock this stone together, so that its breath doesn't escape from the sky above Syrilya." ”

Perth Natasha's eyes were threatening: "If you do this, what if you destroy the dragon crystal obsidian, in the future, Syrir Yane will lose the blessing of this divine object." ”

She didn't know why Xu Xiangbei, who had always been scheming, would use this method of killing chickens and taking eggs.

Xu Xiangbei smiled spiritually: "Anla, I naturally have my plan." ”

Since it was Xu Xiangbei who said so, Perth Natasha also obeyed him, and followed him to drum out the martial arts in his body, suppressing the strong dragon breath and preventing it from overflowing Syrilya.

And Yan'er was also wrapped in this enchantment, and after some struggle, he finally broke free of his tongue, and instantly ecstatic, greedily absorbing the dragon's breath.

Under the joint suppression of Xu Xiangbei and Perth Natasha, the rich dragon breath slowly solidified and degraded, and dropped to the same altitude as the clan disciples, and everyone could immediately enjoy and absorb it.

At this moment, a diamond-shaped spell pattern appeared in front of Xu Xiangbei's body, and he controlled the orderly distribution of the spells, falling in the corners of the various halls in Syrilyan.

At this moment, the concentration of the dragon's breath in Syril Yane was unprecedented, and all the disciples grasped this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and absorbed it with all their might.

Not long after, the entire Syrianya Temple was sealed by Xu Xiangbei into a large spirit gathering array, which also made the disciples' practice speed increase several times.

Seeing the disciples around him scrambling to be the first and advancing in an endless stream, the joy in Xu Xiangbei's heart cannot be described in words.

Twelve hours, although the power of the dragon breath origin in the dragon crystal obsidian was strong, it was also eaten away by the disciples of Syrilya, and after one night, inside the Syrianya Temple, there was no longer the kind of dragon breath that could increase the cultivation speed.

But after this night, almost all the disciples have been promoted, even those who have not been promoted, and they have greatly enhanced their own strength.

"Thank you, Brother Bei, thank you, Senior Sister Natasha. The disciples of Syrir Ya shouted in unison.

Xu Xiangbei suspended at the thirteenth floor of the eaves, a bird's-eye view of the thousands of disciples below, cleared his throat and smiled: "What can you do, everyone, Sulliarya is my second hometown, this is just what I should do, and in two months, it will be my wedding ceremony with Senior Sister Natasha, which can be regarded as my reward for taking care of Natasha in the clan." ”

Hearing that Xu Xiangbei announced the marriage of the two in front of so many people here, Perth Natasha glanced at him shyly, and her face was colorful.

"Brother Bei, are you going to get married?"

"Congratulations to Brother Bei, congratulations to Senior Sister Natasha. ”

The disciples were all jubilant, and after calming down, someone asked aloud: "Brother Bei, now that there is no dragon breath blessing in the clan, what should everyone do to cultivate in the future?"

Xu Xiangbei snickered in his heart, he finally couldn't avoid this question.

Xu Xiangbei stood up straight on the eaves of the tower, and said: "Everyone, everyone can join the Syrieria Temple to practice, which shows that your talent is not bad, can it be that if you don't have the Dragon Breath Tower, you will fall behind your peers?"

"Over the years, I have been wandering in the rivers and lakes of the outside world, and I have never retreated and cultivated in the Dragon's Breath Tower, but I am afraid that no one can catch up with my entry speed, right?"

Xu Xiangbei smiled, and the words he said gave everyone a critical blow in their hearts.

His words were scorching, the cultivation environment of a martial artist could not completely determine his cultivation speed, it could only be said that it was just one of the conditions.

Xu Xiangbei has been tempered and grown in blood and fire over the years, and without this unique nourishment of dragon breath, he still doesn't stand out.

At this time, a disciple shouted helplessly: "Brother Bei, how can we compare with you, you are a genius who is difficult to produce in our Syrirea for a thousand years." ”

Hearing this, Xu Xiangbei's face darkened, and he shouted loudly: "Genius is ninety-nine percent diligence, plus one percent intelligence, don't use a word of genius to erase the hard work behind me and the sweat I have paid." ”

This sentence was learned by Xu Xiangbei from the speeches of the leaders of the world's top 100 companies in the world, and now he has a deafening effect when he says it here.

These people are not bad in talent, but if they are pampered, comfort and pleasure will soften their fighting spirit, and they will be born in sorrow and die in peace, and the strong must endure the test of blood and fire in order to grow.

The edge of the sword is sharpened, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold!

If you follow your own inertia, be satisfied with the status quo and do not seek progress, you will not be able to produce a big man like the Queen Mother and Beiluo Shimen in 10,000 years.

Thousands of disciples looked at each other, no one had ever said such things to them, although they were a little loyal, but after careful consideration, they knew that this was indeed the case, and there was a strong ambition to change their lives against the sky.

"Born in sorrow and died in peace!!

The Beiluo Master under the tower secretly praised him, but he didn't expect Xu Xiangbei to say a few words, and he hit the nail on the head, encouraging all the disciples to be ambitious, and let them come out of the pessimism of losing the Dragon Breath Tower.

"A real strong person is not only strong-willed, but also makes the people around him high-spirited. Beiluo Shimen muttered to himself in a low voice, a hint of relief flashed in his eyes, and he glanced at Xu Xiangbei deeply.

Feeling the state of the fierce ambition of the disciples of Syril Ya at this moment, Xu Xiangbei believed that if they remembered their words today, even if they did not have the Dragon Breath Tower in the future, their entry speed would be higher, faster and stronger than before.

In the cloudy sky, the Golden Flame Devouring Fire Tapir stood beside Xu Xiangbei, and Xu Xiangbei stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around the small waist of Natasha in Perth, looking down at the Syriria Temple below, like a fairy couple.

Now that the invitation has been sent, the previous entanglement with the Beiluo Master is also cheerful, and it is time for them to return to Qihuang City to prepare for the wedding.

Xu Xiangbei and Perth Natasha waved at the thousands of disciples under the tower at the same time, and then sat on Yan'er, rolling the sunset, chasing after the sunset on the horizon.

After returning to Qi Huangcheng, Xu Xiangbei began to prepare for the big wedding, busy with everything.

There is love to drink water, the love is long, and two months have passed in a blink of an eye.

(End of chapter)