The water of the pool was dark, without a trace of luster, and Feng Xiaoyi was in it, as if trapped in a pool of stagnant water. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As he dived a little deeper, Feng Xiaoyi felt more and more the breath of death exuded by the pool water, the kind of dead air that was haunted, like a sharp sword entering the body, endlessly attacking, and never dying.

I don't know how deep the regeneration pool is, according to the structure I know, there are three steps in front of three zhang, it should be every other zhang, there is a ladder, the current wind is Xiaoyi, and it is within the range of the second layer of steps.

Dead air, the regeneration pool is like a pool of dead air, as if the dead air condenses into liquid and becomes pool water, the dead air devours the vitality, and the qi and blood wither and the flesh becomes fragile because of this.

However, within this pool of dead air, there is also a magical secret power, whenever it is dangerous, it will begin to repair the remnants of the body, protect the remnants of life, and move towards regeneration.

Those who can survive will be reborn and tempered, and those who are not able to do so will be half-fallen or crippled.

Feng Xiaoyi sat silently on the second staircase, letting the dead qi corrode his body without any resistance.

He has endured similar torments many times, and for others, it is unbearable, but for him, this pain has long been accustomed.

"Here we go again."

There were bruises all over his body, and he was severely injured inside and outside, but at this time, Feng Xiaoyi suddenly opened his eyes, and he felt the abnormality of the blood veins in his body again.

This feeling is very similar to the feeling of abnormal blood in his body when he came back from the dead after he excessively exerted the Nine Breaking Heavenly Skills.

Back then, when he performed the Nine Heavenly Breaking Skills, his body was overwhelmed and burst, his flesh and blood were splashed, and the blood mist was filled, but just when he was about to break and decompose, his blood veins changed for a while, and finally he recovered from his injuries and came back to life.

Today, after going down to this regeneration pool for the first time, that feeling came back, and Feng Xiaoyi faintly noticed that it seemed to be triggered by the magical secret power in the pool.

It may be said that his bloodline, I don't know what it contains, and it seems to have the same source as this magical secret power in the pool!

His wounded body was glowing, the color was very light, in addition to that misty halo, there was another luster, which should be caused by the power of some kind of bloodline in his bloodline, but unfortunately it was too blurry to see what kind of luster.

Half an hour later, the injuries on Feng Xiaoyi's body were healed again, and the power of the unknown bloodline also fell silent, making it impossible for him to find out what was going on.

He tried again, didn't resist, and let the death gas hurt him, but in the end it was still the same.

"I wanted to come down and clear my mind, but what I got was another puzzle." The wind whispered.

He didn't think about anything, and tried a few more times, but the result was still like that, and in the end, he dived directly to the third staircase, but it was still useless.

The search was fruitless, and the maze was still there, but he didn't know that he had been in the pool for three days.

One day, Feng Xiaoyi finally stopped exploring the power of his unknown bloodline, but entered the state of hard refining his body.

In the process of repeated mutilation and healing day by day, at the beginning, his wounds were only healed normally, but in the end, he saw all the wounds on his body, and in those cracked flesh and blood, there were runes flashing, like small light arrays.

Three days later, Feng Xiaoyi, who was sitting cross-legged, got up, stared downward, and jumped directly into the fourth staircase.

He began a new training journey on the fourth staircase.

A few days later, I saw him go straight down to the fifth staircase, and just like that, every few days, after surviving the trials of this floor, he would challenge the next level, and he would march all the way to the tenth staircase.

On this day, Feng Xiaoyi also got up, stood on the edge of the stairs and looked down, and then jumped up and jumped down.

"Bang!"

His body fell straight down, different from the past, but this time he was rebounded by a force halfway through, shocking him up.

"No more stairs?"

Falling back to the tenth step smoothly, wisps of blood overflowed from the corners of Feng Xiaoyi's mouth, and he was slightly injured.

The moment he was shaken back, he vaguely saw that there was no longer a staircase below, but a black hole, with a golden luster occasionally shining out.

His eyes were closed, Feng Xiaoyi concentrated, and the blade-like sword momentum around him surfaced, like the stars and the moon, protecting him in the innermost.

"Drink!"

With a soft shout, Feng Xiaoyi rushed down with a Dao sword momentum and forcibly broke into the black pool bottom hole.

"Bang!"

The force of the rebound reappeared, and the intruder was strongly repulsed, Feng Xiaoyi was like a heavy blow, and he still took a few steps back when he fell back to the stairs, his chest was stuffy, his limbs were stiff, and he was paralyzed and insensible.

The sword momentum he had painstakingly created was all shattered, and it took a few minutes for his body to return to normal.

Looking down again, Feng Xiaoyi really noticed that there was a golden light the size of a grain of rice beating in the black hole at the bottom of the pool.

"There is indeed a certain connection with the golden sword intent here." Feng Xiaoyi whispered to himself.

At first, he came here and looked at this regeneration pool for a long time, and it was because he felt that there was an indescribable connection between the dark and the golden sword intent he had realized, so he took the risk to be the first to come down and take a look, otherwise he would care about all this.

A little golden light jumped like a flame, and then it bloomed like a spark, and a piece of golden light rippled, illuminating the dark hole at the bottom of the pool.

The regeneration pond is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, and the lower it goes, the narrower it becomes, and under the tenth staircase, there is only a wide hole left to reach the bottom of the pool.

There should be a depth of ten zhang from the entrance of the cave to the bottom, even if there is a golden light, Feng Xiaoyi can only see the distance of three or two zhang under the entrance of the cave at most.

The golden light flowed, as if the water in the pond was rippling, and the next moment, Feng Xiaoyi's eyes moved, because he actually saw an old figure emerge from the golden light.

It was a figure sitting cross-legged, shining with golden light, its long hair gray and black, and its expression serene, neither a Taoist priest nor a monk, and its robes were old, as if it had been a long time.

The figure seems to be close in front of Zhang Xu, but it always feels isolated for thousands of miles, this old man always closes his eyes, like a picture scroll, his demeanor is vivid, lifelike, and even the small hair beard is very realistic.

"Is it a projection, or is it a real person?"

Feng Xiaoyi guessed, and after a long time of careful observation, he could not find out whether it was true or false.

"Senpai?"

Feng Xiaoyi called softly.

No one responded to him, and the old man's figure was like a stone carving, never moving at all.

I tried to scream a few more times, but when I saw that the figure didn't react at all, Feng Xiaoyi stopped screaming.

"It seems that this should be just a mark left by the predecessors in the past, but it has not dissipated."

Feng Xiaoyi said to himself, he couldn't feel any breath fluctuations in the figure, and he couldn't feel any breathing.

But there was one thing, he felt that there seemed to be sword intent in the golden light, which was the golden sword intent that he had understood.

It can be seen that the golden sword intent that wants to come to the sword intent mountain forest is left by this predecessor who has never met before.

Whether this powerful old man is a member of the Tongtian Great Sect, Feng Xiaoyi doesn't think much about it for the time being, when he arrives here, he can't go down and down, and the things he wants to figure out are almost the same, he doesn't need to stay longer.

But when he looked at the figure, he thought for a moment, and tried to touch those golden lights with the golden sword intent he had realized again, and see how he would react.

The golden sword intent was like an illusory chain of order, quietly reaching downward, peacefully probing into those golden lights.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, it was as if something struck like lightning along the golden sword intent of the wind, and it invaded his mind in an instant.

Feng Xiaoyi lost his temper, his hands pressed his forehead on both sides like claws, and a golden sword was inserted straight into the depths of his mind, and the pain of tearing was unbearable for him.

"Roar!"

In his throat, he couldn't help but let out a low roar, and in the depths of his eyes, a golden sword flashed, revealing a terrifying edge.

Beads of sweat were pouring from his forehead, his breathing was getting shorter and shorter, and his eyes were bloodshot, but the pain was still there.

Eventually, his eyes went black and he was semi-unconscious.

Deep at the bottom of the pool, the figure of the old man, his eyes seemed to move at this time, as if he wanted to open them.

But after waiting for a long time, I still didn't see the figure open and close, and I didn't see him have any other reactions, and it was quiet again.

I don't know how long time passed, the golden light dimmed, and the figure did not disappear, and the pool was dark, only the body of Feng Xiaoyi was suspended there.

When he woke up, his mind was empty, the pain was still there, his headache was splitting, and his head was heavy.

After resting for a while, the pain gradually dissipated, and at this time, Feng Xiaoyi found that there was a golden warm current in his mind warming his divine sense.

It was sword intent, gentle, blending with his divine sense.

Feng Xiaoyi calmed down and tried to recall, and the fragmentary pictures quickly drifted by, and he remembered what he had done when he was in a semi-comatose state.

At that time, he was dazed, his consciousness was intermittent, and the sword intent of the golden light at the bottom of the pool turned into a sharp sword and invaded his mind, and then spread to his whole body, I don't know whether to help him eliminate anything, or test him.

But somehow, those sword intents didn't do anything, and suddenly accepted him, and in a daze, he used his last divine sense to fuse these sword intents and accept these sword intent inheritances in a unique way.

It was extremely dangerous, but he survived.

"Perhaps, this is an opportunity."

Feng Xiaoyi told himself that the inspiration from the regeneration pool, the sword intent, and the insight and comprehension of the golden sword intent, coupled with the help of the power of the unknown bloodline in his body, made him suddenly have a new idea.

Tempered into steel, he sat down on the tenth staircase again, and began a demanding period of physical training.

It can be seen that he has made himself covered in bruises again and again, and he has healed his wounds again and again, the sword intent is integrated into the flesh and blood for damage, and the spirit array is like a rune inscription engraved with flesh and blood to resist, it is simply his body as a battlefield, and every inch of flesh and blood is constantly facing fighting and fighting.

The flesh is in a cycle between destruction and regeneration, and this overload of tempering has allowed him to break through the limit again and again in the torment, and the strength of the flesh has reached a new height one after another!

It wasn't until one day, when Feng Xiaoyi kept coughing up blood, that the effect of this cruel cultivation method became small, and then it stopped.

"Maybe we have reached the extreme of this realm, and if we don't improve our cultivation, it will be difficult to make a breakthrough."

After careful consideration, Feng Xiaoyi finally began to recuperate with peace of mind.

Two days later, he didn't plan to stay here any longer, the regeneration pool was a good place to hone, it was rare for a thousand years, but it couldn't stay long, and he came to the mess for his own purpose.

Glancing at the bottom of the dark pool, there was no golden light, no old man's figure, maybe the imprint had dissipated.

"Thank you for the gift."

Feng Xiaoyi stood at the edge of the stairs, bowing slightly down to thank him, he thought that the existence of that imprint was to leave a legacy to the destined person, and he was lucky to be that person.

He didn't know this senior, but it had a great impact on him, the sword intent inheritance was only secondary, and the trigger on his cultivation was the most important, because it might affect and change his cultivation career.

After thanking the old-timers, Feng Xiaoyi resigned, dived all the way up, rushed out of the regeneration pool, and fell back to the shore.

The bamboo forest was pure, all the sounds were silent, and when he looked around, Kong Lie and the others were gone, but Feng Xiaoyi only saw a shadow, and the woman in red did not leave.

The two looked at each other, and the woman in red first quickly came back to her senses because of Feng Xiaoyi's sudden appearance, and was a little surprised when she saw that he was unscathed, and the heaviness of the whole body.

Seeing this woman again, Feng Xiaoyi didn't know why she was still here, because of the various performances of the woman in red before, he only looked at the other party, and without squeaking, he walked out of the bamboo forest.

"Huh!"

A little unexpectedly, he walked a few steps, and the woman in red would take the initiative to call him.

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