The cultivation of the first layer of Great Compassion is very boring, and it is also very patient.

At this time, Feng Yi only had a little Yuan Force Essence in the Jiang Palace. All that remains to be done is to drive the floating vitality between heaven and earth into the Jiang Palace with the mind again, as when he first learned the Great Compassion Fu, and turn into a vitality dragon, and then transfer the heart fire to incinerate and compress.

Until the essence of the Yuan Force in the Jiang Palace reaches ninety-nine eighty-one, and then smelts the Yuan Force Dragon Fetus with the Qi of Heart Fire, the first layer of Great Compassion Fu can be regarded as a complete achievement.

After half a pillar of incense, the second Vitality Evil Dragon was driven into the Jiang Palace.

Do not slack off, do not feel that time is in a hurry.

Three days later, the fire qi in the palace was exhausted for the first time.

Because there was no qi tonic medicine, Feng Yi didn't dare to continue cultivating. If you hurt the origin of your heart and qi like last time, you will have to delay for several days and not be able to practice.

When I opened my eyes, it was the third watch in the middle of the night.

The bonfire has been extinguished, and the autumn night is a little chilly.

Feng Yi felt a little exhausted, rekindled the fire, and then took a healing pill, and then had to lie down and rest with his clothes closed.

Suddenly, as if he thought of something, he reached into the Xuan Capsule and took out a bone quenching pill.

This is what Shen Xuan asked Shen Luofeng to hand over to him, he ate one pill before, and now there are nine pills left.

The pill is still there, where is the person who gave the pill now?

Feng Yi looked at the moonlit night outside the cave, his heart was melancholy, and most of his sleepiness dissipated.

Pinching the pill and recalling the various pasts with Shen Xuan, the corners of Feng Yi's mouth couldn't help but show a gentle smile.

Before he knew it, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was already early the next morning.

The healing pill in his abdomen had been fully digested, and Feng Yi swallowed one more.

The blood is lacking, and the healing pill has little effect. His heart was weak and he couldn't continue to cultivate.

There was nothing to do, so Feng Yi untied the sac and looked at Wang Hongliang's relics.

The golden bell is as big as a walnut, the gold is swaying, and it is very dazzling.

This object can be activated by the Yuan Force, releasing a bell-shaped golden light shield, which can not only shock back enemies, but also protect itself.

Feng Yi had seen Wang Hongliang use it, and estimated that the defensive power of this object should not be enough to defend against the sword qi emitted by a sword diagram.

Otherwise, Wang Hongliang would have sacrificed this thing a long time ago, and he would no longer be wary of being injured by the sword qi.

However, even if it can't be defended, it should be able to cancel out most of the power of the sword qi.

Feng Yi's eyes were hot, and he said secretly: "Great." ”

Then he shook his head and smiled bitterly, "This thing can only be used in the Inner Breath Realm, and with my current cultivation, it is not enough to sacrifice and urge the envoy." ”

After a wry smile, he put the golden bell away properly.

Then he picked up the sword diagram.

The cracks on the scroll were staggered, and it seemed that with the slightest force, it would shatter into ashes.

"It can be used again, it can threaten the power of the Xuan, and it should be used cautiously in the future. ”

Feng Yi carefully put away the sword diagram and looked at the others.

Except for the pile of miscellaneous items, all that was left were a few bottles of elixir, a few parchment rolls, and the blood-colored sword.

Look at the long sword first, the whole body is red, like blood condensed. The blood was rippling, and the smell of blood was pungent.

There are no patterns on the sword body, only two small characters in seal font are engraved near the hilt, 'Drinking blood'.

Three-grade Xuanbing, blood-drinking sword!

The sword is as its name suggests, and it must drink blood.

However, Feng Yi doesn't know how to use a sword, he likes to use a knife.

He shook his head and sighed again.

Wang Hongliang's sac is much larger than that of Grand Prince Chen, about the size of two palms. The color is dark blue, and a blood sword is embroidered on it. The blood sword is the key point of the formation, and if it is damaged, the Xuan Sac will collapse immediately.

This thing should have been refined by Wang Hongliang himself, and the inner space was also larger than that of Grand Prince Chen's Xuan Sac, with a length, width and height of more than five feet.

Throw the useless debris into the fire and burn it, and then look at the parchment rolls.

There are three volumes in total, one is the Xuangong practiced by Wang Hongliang, which is the highest grade of the human rank, and it is useless to keep it, and it is a pity to abandon it.

The second volume is a mystic technique, which is the method of lifting the qi and soaring into the air.

A vertical leap can reach up to three miles.

Feng Yi took a cursory look, wrote down the formula, and stuffed it into the sac.

The third volume is a map, which looks like a labyrinth, but not quite like it.

Feng Yi studied for a long time, but he didn't come up with a reason, so he had to stuff it into the sac and leave it for a detailed comparison in the future.

As for the elixir, most of the healing pills are first-grade, the highest second-grade Juyuan Dan, and the detoxification pill is quite high, but it does not exceed the limit of the third-grade.

Fengyi is sorted out and folded, and classified and loaded.

Then he straightened up with his sword and walked out of the cave.

Lack of blood and strength, unable to practice external martial arts. If the heart is sluggish, you can't cultivate the Great Compassion Fu.

There was nothing to do left and right, Feng Yi should have rested and recuperated, but he didn't do that.

Because he ran out of food, he had to go out hunting.

At the same time, he also wanted to take a good look at the surrounding environment, first, to beware of the existence of other high-level demon beasts on the side, and second, to identify the direction and find the location of the Dragon Hidden Sect.

The purpose of looking for the Dragon Yin Sect was not to return, but to Zheng Huai.

Wang Hongliang is dead, but Zheng Huai is still at large, and it is rare to have peace of mind if he does not kill.

Jump on the top of the low peak, look around, but see the mountains and fields, a mess, where can you see the familiar mountains and rivers?

Feng Yi frowned, and at a glance, there seemed to be a bright light flashing from the dead wood forest thirty miles away.

"Anyone?"

Feng Yi was shocked, and secretly wondered: "This mountain has just been troubled by the beast tide, and there are no town sects on the left and right, who could it be?"

Gazing closely, the bright light flashed again.

Flashes and disappears, only in an instant.

But this time, Feng Yi saw clearly, it was not a human, it was a demon beast that was using demon magic powers.

The demon beast was not big in size, and the distance was too far, so Feng Yi couldn't see what it was. But the light it emitted when it used the magic power, Feng Yi was very familiar.

It was a first-order demon beast, the Red Flame Porcupine.

"By the way, the blood and inner pill of the Red Flame Porcupine are the great tonic drugs that nourish blood deficits. ”

The thought was racing, and Feng Yi suddenly thought of the record of blood and qi nourishing medicine that he had seen in Master Xin Li's medical book.

"It's really thirsty and sleepy. ”

Feng Yi smiled, jumped down the low peak, carried the light body exercises, stepped on the gravel and grass in the mountains, and hurriedly ran in the direction of the Red Flame Porcupine.

Three years ago, he was still a three-layer cultivator, and he killed three Red Flame Porcupines in a row with the Blood Burning Secret Technique.

Although there are many fellow disciples and brothers, as well as Shen Xuan and the Black Tiger Guards, they help.

But this time is different from the past, even if he lacks blood and strength, he has the confidence to be able to fight several Red Flame Porcupines alone, and he will not fall behind.

While running wildly, he thought in his heart, "The Red Flame Porcupine is a social demon beast, and I am not afraid of three or five, but if there are more than ten, I will be cautious." ”

The mood is flying, the footsteps are not stopping, and only half a cup of tea has flown out of more than ten miles.

He was running north, and the Red Flame Porcupine was running south, and the distance became shorter and shorter, and finally they met in a peach forest fifteen miles away from the low peak valley.

The peach forest was not spared under the invasion of the beast tide. The peach wood was broken, the leaves were all over the ground, and it was washed by the torrential rain for a few days, and then it was roasted by the sun for a few days, and it had already turned into a mess.

In the disastrous north, a red-flame porcupine is turning into a ball of crimson flames, rushing south.

And in front of it, there is a person.

A ragged, unkempt beggar. He was slightly chubby and tall, and at this time he was dancing with his hands in his hands, screaming and wailing, and running desperately south.

The Red Flame Porcupine is not a monster beast known for its speed, and it is slightly inferior to ordinary wild boars when it runs.

But it has excellent stamina, and it is no longer a problem to maintain this running speed for three days and two nights in a row.

But the beggar was only a mortal, and his steps were scattered, one foot deep and one foot shallow. Although he was running wildly, he was gradually caught up by the Red Flame Porcupine.

"Help...... Help......"

As if seeing Feng Yi who came suddenly, the fat beggar hurriedly shouted, raised his hands above the top, swaying from side to side, trying to attract Feng Yi's attention and help him.

Feng Yi raised his eyebrows and secretly wondered: "This place is biased towards the deep mountains, where did this person come from?"

When he was suspicious, he didn't do it immediately.

Just as he was puzzled, he suddenly heard the beggar scream "oops", and he tripped over a dead branch and fell to the ground.

The distance between one person and one porcupine is not far away, and it is difficult for a beggar to have a chance to get up when he falls.

The Red Flame Porcupine let out a piercing roar, accelerated suddenly, and flew into the air to pounce on the beggar.

Crimson flames swept across his tattered clothes, and burst into flames.

Inside the flames, the beggars screamed in pain, rolling and struggling.

He was tall and had thick limbs, at least half a head taller than Feng Yi. The Red Flame Porcupine is no more than two feet long, about the same size as an ordinary domestic dog.

But even so, he is still no match for the Red Flame Porcupine.

One is an ordinary man with no cultivation, and the other is a demon beast with demonic powers, how can they be compared?

Ten zhang away, Feng Yi still stood with his sword raised.

His brow furrowed, and he kept staring at the beggar.

He didn't believe that a mortal without any cultivation would suddenly appear in this barren mountain range, but when the Red Flame Porcupine opened its big mouth, bared its fangs, and shook its head to bite off a large piece of blood-stained flesh from the beggar's neck, Feng Yi knew that he couldn't think about it any longer.

Human lives are at stake, and there is no time to delay.

The long sword was held diagonally, and his feet stepped on the direction of the eight trigrams, and he was bound to chase the wind, and with only one breath, he rushed to the crimson flames.

With the sword and knife method, it slashed down.

The Red Flame Porcupine was a first-order demon beast, much smarter than ordinary beasts, and its wisdom was equivalent to that of an eight- or nine-year-old child.

The beggar discovered Feng Yi, and it naturally discovered Feng Yi's existence a long time ago, and at the same time, it was always on guard against this uninvited guest in its heart.

Seeing a sword coming, it slammed into the red flames and moved sideways to the left to dodge.

However, it is not known for its speed, even if it dodges in time, how can it be faster than Feng Yi's fast 'knife' that can chase the wind?

"Whew......"

With a scream, the porcupine's head separated.

The blood spilled the beggar's head and face, and the red flame still burned on his rags.

Feng Yi hurriedly mobilized the Yuan Force to stir up the strong wind, and after blowing out the red flame, he took out a healing pill from the Xuan sac and stuffed it into the beggar's mouth.

"It hurts...... It hurts......"

After the beggar swallowed the pill, he still rolled on the spot, and the pain was heartbreaking.

Feng Yi touched his neck while feeding the medicine, and realized that there was really no Yuan Force breath between his flesh and blood, just an ordinary person.

But why did a mortal beggar appear here?

Feng Yi was puzzled, and looked at the beggar again, only to find that the fabric used for his mud-stained rags was extremely luxurious.

It can be seen that he should not be a real beggar, but some rich son.

It's just that why did you live in the mountains and be ruined like this?

Feng Yi didn't speculate much, and was annoyed by his call, so he shouted coldly: "Don't scream, the effect of the medicine will dissipate after a while, and the pain will subside." ”

Where did the 'beggar' listen to his cold words? Rolling and struggling by himself, wailing and screaming by himself.

Feng Yi didn't bother to pay attention to him, walked to the corpse of the Red Flame Porcupine with his sword, disemboweled his abdomen to take the pill, and then dug out his heart and drank blood.

The hot heart blood was in his stomach, and Feng Yi only felt as if he had swallowed a large mouthful of hot magma, and his throat was so uncomfortable.

At that moment, he crossed his knees on the ground, and mobilized the Yuan Force to control the medicinal qi of the healing pill in the abdomen to gather in the throat to relieve the pain.

After a while, the pain was gone. Feng Yi opened his eyes, only to find that the 'beggar' stopped screaming, lying in the mess and blood, with his eyes closed, and he was sleeping soundly.

The snoring shook the heavens and the earth, and he was panting like a cow.

All of these things indicate that this person is just a mundane person.

He was about to kick him awake and ask about his identity and why he was here, when suddenly a crimson light flashed through the distant sky.

It is also the light emitted by the Red Flame Porcupine when it uses the magic power of the demon.

Feng Yi raised his eyes to look north, and saw that the three red flame porcupines turned into three red flames and rushed south.

It's just that unlike the previous one, they're not chasing something, they're running away frantically.

Behind the three red flame porcupines, there hangs a white-robed blood-stained sword-wielding girl with a dusty face.

It is Shen Xuan's cousin, the third lady of the Gongsun family, the second rank of the Sanxuancheng power, Gongsun Yi.