"I don't know what kind of wood it is, and after burning, it can release such a rich aura. ”

Feng Xiaohan raised his head slightly, sniffed, and showed a satisfied expression.

The wooden pile burned, emitting a cloud of green smoke, lingering around the two of them for a long time. The green smoke is the aura, which is extremely pure, comparable to the purple bamboos in the purple bamboo courtyard.

He Xirou didn't speak, closed her eyes and calmed down, and began to transform into a spirit through this green smoke.

Feng Xiaohan threw the beast's legs into the fire, and his mind turned slightly, and the green smoke separated from the first floor and burrowed into his body.

He Xirou closed her eyes and didn't see this scene, otherwise she would have been surprised.

Meditation is an important way to restore vitality and practice, and the vitality is like a trickle of water flowing in the complex meridian and river, and the slightest carelessness will cause the vitality to backlash and shake the Dao heart, which requires full attention to control.

Therefore, practitioners generally choose a quiet environment, and those big families in Kyoto have the habit of building secret rooms in their houses, and in addition to hiding things, there is also this reason.

But Feng Xiaohan obviously does not have this problem.

As sisters and brothers of the same sect, they live in a small courtyard, and they have traveled thousands of miles in the grassland and snowy region, but she has never seen the picture of Feng Xiaohan transforming into a spirit cultivator.

Green smoke curls and spreads to the surroundings with the light of the fire and the aroma of barbecued meat.

A large amount of firewood is fully burned, and the amount of spiritual energy released is so huge that it makes people change color. Even if all the twenty disciples of the Changming Sect who were discussing the Tao were brought in, they would not be able to keep up with the speed at which the spiritual energy would disperse.

But before the green smoke completely dissipated, it began to retract, like a school of fish in a whirlpool, as if there was a suction force to pull them back, and there was no way to escape the spillage.

It's a pity that although the efficiency of the soul transformation of the soft golden jade body is high, it is not so exaggerated.

This kind of spirit transformation speed can be achieved by no one except for powerful cultivators whose meridians are incomparably wide. But that day, in the Qingzhufeng Yutan Cave, the wind and the cold whale inhaled spiritual qi into the body, which broke this common sense.

Feng Xiaohan opened his mouth, exhaled and inhaled, and inhaled the excess spiritual energy into his body, in front of the gate of the dantian secluded mansion, the stream grew rapidly, and the vitality that had not been replenished for many days gradually recovered, repeatedly hitting the door.

He Xirou put all her body and mind on the spirit, and the other party only sucked out the rest of her spiritual energy, so she didn't notice this.

When she opened her eyes again, the fire had burned out, but no ashes had been left behind, only the burnt brown marks and the smell of flesh testified to what had just happened.

"Looks like those bookshelves should have been dismantled and put in. ”

Feng Xiaohan picked up the beast's leg and pinched it, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "It's ripe, eat it quickly." ”

He Xirou's gaze fell on the Sumeru bead beside him, then looked at him and said, "These things, let's be half of each of us." ”

Only then did she notice that there was a small pebble on the wolf tooth pendant around the other party's neck, but it was very casual, it looked like a vegetable leaf was stuck to the tooth, which was not aesthetic and made people feel very uncomfortable.

Feng Xiaohan didn't know what she was thinking, tore off a piece of meat, and said calmly: "I said it was all for you before, then they are yours." After I go back, I will continue to look for medicine, old man Guo said that there is never a shortage of businessmen and sellers who have no capital in the world, and I am afraid that a treasure will end up fulfilling others...... Be careful, burn. ”

"It's just a rabble, but whoever has some ability, who will be a robber? ”

He Xirou reached out to pick it up, but the moment she got it, she quickly withdrew her hand, pinched her two earlobes, and said, "It's so hot." ”

She just

Like a frightened little girl, she looks very cute.

Feng Xiaohan caught the meat that almost fell, inserted it in Xilin's small sword and handed it to her again, and said, "He is not talking about that kind of mountain bandit, let alone a villain in the market, but someone else." ”

He Xirou held the short sword, took a small bite gently, raised her eyebrows and asked, "Someone else?"

"He gave a very interesting example at the time, I killed the demon beast and took its life, and he defeated me and then brought it back to Changming, without paying a substantial price, so it was all a kind of 'bandit' behavior. ”

"That's different. ”

"Perhaps compared to those real robbers, our purpose is more elegant, for example, in order to survive, my means are sometimes softer, such as the method used by Old Man Guo. Man is the most intelligent creature in the world, invented countless intrigues and tricks, and the famous nobles are even better at empty gloves white wolves, if anyone wants to, they will always find a way to force me to hand over the treasure. ”

If a person feels lonely when eating, it is because of loneliness. So when two people are together, if they want not to be lonely and lonely, the most direct way is to chat.

It's a pity that neither of them is good at small talk.

But Feng Xiaohan was very smart, and followed the other party's topic to lead to Guo Mingzhe's guidance, and he didn't realize the Ming calendar at that time, but he remembered it silently, and at this time, he didn't think about it again.

He Xirou knows where Guo Mingzhe's insights come from.

The sword book of the Xuanhuang Sword is still in the palace, obviously waiting for a strong man worthy of it to appear in the Chang Ming Sect, and he doesn't want to shame the swordsmanship of his ancestors, in fact, he wants to occupy it at all.

But the power of the Xuanhuang Sword is extremely great, how can it be easily learned if it is occupied?

Lou Tingyu and Lin Yisong's cultivation qualifications are not particularly outstanding, but they can be said to be real kendo geniuses, through the handwriting left by their predecessors, as well as Chen Feng's occasional guidance, they learned a trick of the Xuanhuang Sword, but they can only comprehend the true meaning of one come true.

Even Cui Weiming can only learn eighty percent of "the autumn wind is bleak and the river is cold".

In the absence of a sword spectrum and Cui Weiming's impatience, Feng Xiaohan learned Sancheng with Wanyan Divine Powers.

Even so, its power is unstoppable, and Jiang Wen, who is in the heart of the Collapse Realm, is almost on the ground, and it is the number one swordsmanship in the world.

No wonder the palace wants to occupy it, and Guo Mingzhe will have such a feeling.

"It seems that when Uncle Shi sent you back to the mountain, he taught you a lot of things. ”

"It's okay, it's all things that have nothing to do with cultivation. ”

Feng Xiaohan said: "When people get old, they are like monkeys, they are no longer lively, but they are nagging and noisy, and they always think that young people don't understand anything. ”

He Xirou smiled and said, "You really don't understand anything. ”

Feng Xiaohan thought about it for a while, and said with a smile: "That's right, what can the wild boy understand......

As soon as the words fell, the faces of the two suddenly changed, and the faces that had just been ruddy became pale again.

......

......

The wind in the temple carried away the snow, but it did not blow away the dark clouds, and the light snow continued to fall, falling to the ground, and re-accumulating shallow snowflakes.

Two figures stepped through the light snow.

It took Mo Qiu and Jiang Wen a long time to come to a place not far from the Reverse Heaven Temple.

They had already been able to see the shadow of the black palace, Jiang Wen's eyesight was excellent, and he even saw that there seemed to be a stone tablet in front of the palace gate.

Mo Qiu said calmly: "They are right there, and they haven't moved since a long time ago. ”

The snow is very light here, and you only need to be slightly louder than usual to hear it clearly.

Jiang Wen nodded slightly, he knew what his young lady wanted to say.

The other party must have scavenged all the treasures inside, and when the fight starts later, they may use some tricks that they have never seen before.

Just like when he was by the river, he used the wrath of the heavens to level the gap in strength.

"Even if they rely on it a little more, and rely on the aura here to recover some physical strength and injuries, they are still just a spirit and a cave. ”

Jiang Wen said: "It does not change the fact that we are on the disadvantaged side. ”

Mo Qiu nodded slightly and said, "If you have a back hand, you have to use it too." ”

Her grip on the scabbard was even harder, and her knuckles were slightly white, even though her hands were already white......

Perhaps for peace of mind or for some other purpose, she didn't put the sword in her sleeve, but held it directly in her hand.

But even with the sword, her figure only looked thinner.

People can't help but worry about whether they will be blown away by the wind in the next moment, and then a strong desire to protect arises.

The cold wind rose and howled, blowing the black robes of the two, but it could not lift their hoods.

Against the backdrop of the snow, the color of the black robe is even stronger, like an abyss, gazing at everything.

Their pitch-black figures were in the snowfield, like two ghosts walking towards Senluo Hell step by step.

The sound of the wind does not change,

The air was inexplicably depressed.

When snowflakes the size of goose feathers fall to the ground, they turn into tiny snow particles.

It was cut apart by sword intent.

Along the way after killing Jiaolong, Mo Qiu kept carrying the sword, constantly accumulating sword intent, but she found those two huge shadows from a distance before, and she took the initiative to disperse the sword intent to avoid being discovered by them.

Only then did it begin to re-accumulate.

The broken snow kept falling, and her sword intent grew stronger.

Jiang Wen felt that this would startle the grass and snakes, which was a little inappropriate, but Mo Qiu had already begun to deliberately, so he didn't say anything.

Soon they walked through the place where He Xirou and Feng Xiaohan hesitated for a long time, but the snow was blown away, and the snow pit naturally ceased to exist.

With the snow that has accumulated for an unknown number of years, it disappears one by one, and there is still spatial chaos.

The two huge shadows in the distance didn't fight directly like other demon beasts, I don't know if they were sympathetic, or if they knew each other well, or because of some other reason.

They stood farther away and stopped, except for those who had already lived nearby and had arrived here first, the other monsters were all kept out and did not dare to go further.

Without the slightest hindrance, the two walked straight towards the dark palace.

The eight miles around the Anti-Heaven Temple are all bluestone ground, and there are formations reinforced underground, even after so many years, there is not the slightest trace of being frozen and cracked.

Just like Mo Qiu's eyes at this moment, cold and hard.

......

......

The gate of the Temple of the Heavens was reopened, and the formation on the wall of the high platform disappeared.

Feng Xiaohan held the desolate sword in his hand, walked out of the hall, looked at the black dragon sculpture entwined on the doorpost, fell into a short contemplation, and then his eyes fell on the two people in the distance.

"It's really a desperate chase. ”

His voice was a little helpless, but he couldn't hear any fear or worry: "How should this one be fought?"

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