In the dark cave, Wang Yi opened his eyes, although his face was still pale, it could be seen from the little light in his eyes that Wang Yi's injuries were much better. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Smelling the surrounding smell, Wang Yi frowned, this cave is located two miles behind Junlei Mountain, it was originally a cave of a mountain python, but Wang Yi killed the mountain python for Tianxingdao and occupied this cave as his own healing place.

At that time, Wang Yi's injury was serious and he urgently needed treatment, so naturally there was nothing to find fault with, but now after three days of treatment, Wang Yi's injury has improved a lot, and then smelling this smell, he naturally didn't like it, after all, although Wang Yi had no cleanliness fetish, he was also born in the Xiuzhen family and had his own requirements for the living environment.

Of course, this is not to say that Wang Yi can't endure hardships, but when conditions permit, Wang Yi still likes to make his life more comfortable, and when he walked out of the cave, Wang Yi couldn't help but squint his eyes.

Outside the cave, the big sun was in the sky, the gold was paving the ground, and he hadn't seen the sun for three days, Wang Yi couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable, but after ten breaths, looking at the sun emitting light and heat in the sky, Wang Yi couldn't help laughing, he knew that he had walked back from the ghost gate.

Speaking of which, Wang Yi is really a little depressed, after all, he is not a person who likes to wander on the edge of life and death, but since entering the Demon Island, Wang Yi has encountered the danger of his life one after another, Wang Yi has no complaints about this, he understands that this is inevitable, after all, the Demon Island is not a playground, and more importantly, his own strength is still too weak.

Thinking of this, although Wang Yi's face was still calm, his clenched hands exposed the waves in his heart. He knew that he might have to put breaking through the Sanren Realm on the agenda, and only the cultivation of the Sanren Realm could allow him to crisscross the Demon Island.

In fact, Wang Yi didn't expect that he would usher in the opportunity to break through the Sanren Realm so soon, especially after the soul was injured on Junlei Mountain, according to Wang Yi's own estimates, it would take at least a year to break through the Sanren Realm.

After all, the monk's breakthrough to the scattered people, in addition to the most important opening up of the spiritual pool, condensing the divine sense is also an important step, but Wang Yi's soul was injured, the sea of consciousness was closed, and the divine consciousness was exhausted, which invisibly became an obstacle for him to break through, and the soul injury was the most difficult to recover, and the time of one year was already a relatively optimistic estimate, but the golden book once again brought Wang Yi a surprise.

Originally, Wang Yi was helpless against the injuries on his soul in the process of healing, but a little spiritual light naturally dispersed into Wang Yi's sea of knowledge with the vibration of the golden book, and Wang Yi was not aware of it at that time, until a day later, Wang Yi found that his originally closed sea of knowledge quietly opened a gap.

It was at this time that Wang Yi discovered the new role of spiritual light, which could help him recover from the injuries on his soul.

In the past, Wang Yi had always thought that the spiritual light could only work on utensils, after all, this was the information that Wang Yi got from the fragments of the golden book's memory, and he didn't expect that the spiritual light could also work on his soul.

Of course, although Wang Yi did not understand the reason why the spiritual light had this ability, it did not prevent him from using the spiritual light to heal the injuries on his soul. In this way, in the next two days, Wang Yi integrated a little aura generated by the golden book into his sea of consciousness every day, although Wang Yi has not yet healed, Wang Yi estimates that in two more days, his soul trauma should be recovered.

Came out and breathed a sigh of relief, relieved his fatigue, Wang Yi returned to the cave again, although this cave smelled bad, it was over after a while, after all, the location here is still good, because it is close to Junlei Mountain, there are relatively few demon beasts here, and this is exactly what Wang Yi needs. After all, whether it is healing or breaking the mirror, Wang Yi needs a relatively safe environment.

In order to be more safe, Wang Yi moved a few boulders and directly sealed the entrance of the cave, leaving only a few gaps for breathing, which made the already dark cave suddenly dark, this time, Wang Yi planned not to break the mirror and not go out.

In the dark, Wang Yi sat cross-legged, constantly lucking and concentrating, not only to heal his injuries, but also to adjust his state and let his spirit reach its peak.

Three days later, a ray of sunlight shone on Wang Yi's face along the gap in the cave entrance, and it could be seen that Wang Yi's original pale face had disappeared and was replaced by a healthy ruddyness.

Opening his eyes, Wang Yi felt his own state, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, but it quickly disappeared, replaced by a solemn face.

Since his own spirit and spirit have been perfected, Wang Yi naturally has nothing to hesitate, and the broken mirror is in front of him.

Wang Yi took out a jade plate directly from the storage bag, only to see that it was as smooth as a mirror, white and flawless, engraved with nine nodes, the outer five, the inner three, and the middle one, with a few simple lines, connecting these nodes together, and nothing else.

This jade plate was specially made by Wang Yi according to the inheritance after learning about the sacrificial method of the immortal sword, for today.

Looking at the jade plate in front of him, Wang Yi did not hesitate at all, and directly took out the nine elixirs that he had been lucky enough to collect, and placed these nine elixirs on the jade plate in turn according to the order of the outer five elements, the inner three odds, and the middle hundred years.

After setting up the elixir, Wang Yi took out a jade bowl again, put his true qi in the palm of his hand, and lined it up fiercely on his chest, and suddenly Wang Yi's face flashed a flush, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell into the jade bowl.

Although he spit out a mouthful of precious heart essence blood, Wang Yi seemed to be fine, pinched out a few strange magic seals in his hand, and injected a trace of true qi into the jade bowl.

Looking at the gushing and fragrant blood, Wang Yi didn't care at all, and poured it directly on the jade plate, and the blood fell on the jade plate, which naturally fell into the line, and flowed through each elixir along the line.

The strange thing is that every time the blood flows through an elixir, that elixir gradually withers, and it looks like it is losing its vitality, and when the blood flows to the hundred-year-old thunder walnut in the center, the other eight elixirs have turned into ashes and disappeared.

The hundred-year-old Thunder Sound Walnut did not lose its vitality like other elixirs, all the blood was absorbed by it, and a trace of strange blood began to climb up the golden Thunder Sound Walnut.

After ten breaths, the strange thunder walnut gradually faded and finally disappeared, as if it had never appeared, replaced by a purple flame.