After Zhang Xian left...... He Xukong's eyes were full of fear, he really couldn't figure out the thoughts of the master, he was like an angel for a while, and it didn't take long for him to turn into a demon who came out of hell, how could he, a young man who came out of a barren land, figure out Zhang Xian's thoughts, he still needed to go through some things, and walk more ways to make himself grow.

Until now...... He really didn't know whether Zhang Xian was good or bad for him, but in his eyes, Zhang Xian brought him great pain, but at the same time, he took a lot of detours.

After a full hour had passed, and He Xukong's painful feeling was no longer so intense, he sat cross-legged and continued to cultivate the Tailing Scroll.

After entering the ethereal state...... He Void's whole body began to spread a faint light, I don't know why his cultivation this time was much smoother than before, I don't know if it was because of Dading's cultivation or the previous cultivation of the Blood Demon Immortal Body, in short, this time he quickly settled down.

The condensation of blood lines requires the energy of heaven and earth, and the spiritual power of Qingyun Mountain is much richer than that of the outside world, even if the location of He Void is very remote, much weaker than the other locations of Qingyun Mountain, it is still far beyond the barren land of the outside world.

The Tailing Scroll is one of the Nine Ancient Divine Scrolls, known as the strongest pattern training method in the Leaping Dragon Realm, and it is countless stronger than the unique pattern refining method of the Tailing Scroll and the Demon Cloud Cave.

But the monk has gone against the sky all his life, and if he wants to get more, he must pay more than ordinary people.

Judging from the talent of He Void to cultivate the Tailing Scroll, if he cultivated other skills, he would have already started, condense the blood veins and become a true monk of the Leaping Dragon Realm.

However, his cultivation of the Tailing Scroll was not so simple, He Void's body was bloody, the energy of heaven and earth slowly merged into his body, and the power of blood lines loomed, still devouring energy, as if it was a bottomless pit, without a trace of condensation.

In the attic where Zhang Xian practiced...... His mind had been on He Xukong's body, and he opened his mouth in shock: I have long known that the Tailing Scroll is difficult to cultivate, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult.

Sensing the power of the Taiyin Sun is the most difficult level, and he can easily pass it, but this absorption of the energy of heaven and earth to condense the blood pattern is not something that talent can control, which requires an incomparably large amount of resources to support it.

If ordinary people had absorbed energy without scruples, it was estimated that they would have died a long time ago, and the power of this sun and yin was really extraordinary, and this spirit scroll really deserved its name.

The energy of heaven and earth poured into his body, and the pain of He Void gradually decreased until he was cured, and with his cultivation, the veins of the blood demon immortal body behind him also began to surge, and the sequelae left by his previous training were smoothed out inch by inch.

He Xukong had only been in contact with the cultivation path for two days, and his vision was very small, he only knew that he had undergone earth-shaking changes in his body since the beginning of his cultivation, but he couldn't talk about this change now.

Time passed slowly, and in the early morning of the second day, He Xukong opened his eyes, the essence of light flashed in his eyes, and the blood lines were still like a bottomless pit, not condensed, but he felt that he had become stronger, he clenched his hands, and felt that there seemed to be inexhaustible strength in his body.

The immortal veins behind him flowed slowly, and Zhang Xian Yaoding's training yesterday achieved great results, and the pain disappeared, He Xukong was refreshed, and spit out a breath of turbidity, and at the same time secretly thought to himself: No matter what Shizun thinks about me, as long as he doesn't really want to harm me, he will always be my Shizun.

He Xukong has been lonely since he was a child, his temperament is wooden, taciturn, he will take revenge if he has revenge, ten times the taste, the grace of dripping water, and the spring reciprocates, no matter what, Zhang Xian took him to get started, he is extremely grateful, and he can also see that Zhang Xian's purpose is not so simple, but he still regards him as a master from the bottom of his heart.

In vain...... Cultivation cannot be described, nor can it be given up, cultivating the Blood Demon Immortal Body, are you ready? Zhang Xianren did not arrive, but the voice came in advance, and in a few breaths, he came to He Void's house.

"Ready", He Xukong frowned, and his heart sank inexplicably, although he was unwilling to continue to bear yesterday's pain in his heart, he didn't want to disobey his master's will, so he could only reluctantly agree.

Okay, let's get started. Zhang Xian has also cultivated for decades, and He Void's thoughts were seen through by him at a glance, and for some reason he really accepted this disciple from the bottom of his heart.

"It can't be like this", Zhang Xian frowned, shook his head heavily, and took out yesterday's medicine tripod again at this moment.

The medicine tripod is still yesterday's liquid, and the heavenly and earthly treasures he placed yesterday can be digested in one day, the flames rose out of thin air, Zhang Xian Mouran let out a low sigh, and the flames suddenly erupted.

He Xukong's eyes showed a look of fear, he really didn't want to go into this medicine tripod, it was like a thousand knives, the pain of ten thousand ants devouring his heart, how could he, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, accept it, and now He Xukong's concept of cultivation is not too clear, he only knows that this is what the master asked him to do,............ Then do it, it's as simple as that, just without the slightest impurity.

As soon as the air tightened, under Zhang Xian's control, He Void rose into the air and jumped into the Great Ding again, and in an instant, the sound of painful howls resounded all around again.

"Master" ,...... It hurts, it hurts, let me go! He Void howled, he struggled in the Great Ding, but there was a force he couldn't resist suppressing him, making him unable to get out.

He could only tear his throat and howl, as if he could share his pain.

Zhang Xian didn't say a word, his face was filled with indifference, the liquid in this Ding was highly poisonous, and the heavenly and earthly treasures it refined were all things that stimulated the flesh, coupled with the heat of his true fire, He Xukong experienced the pain at this time, even he had to be moved.

The liquid entered his body along the pores of his body, and instantly turned into countless sharp blades that cut his flesh and bones, and He Void felt that he was about to collapse.

He couldn't resist, he couldn't escape, and it didn't take long for him to pass out again, but Zhang Xian popped out a pill and entered He Xukong's mouth.

The elixir melted in his mouth, turning into a stream of heat that instantly flowed through He Void's whole body, his heavy eyelids opened slightly, and the training continued, but his nerves seemed to be paralyzed, and the pain weakened a lot.

Zhang Xian seemed to be worried about the collapse of He Void's will, and said seemingly kindly: Don't give up, my generation of monks is against the sky, and a little pain is nothing.

But............ But it really hurts, He Xukong said weakly, his voice was hoarse, and he continued to speak as if pleading: Master, can you rest for a while, continue.

Zhang Xian's next words made him fall into the ice cave, and he couldn't ...... You can't stop practicing every day at the beginning, otherwise, the effect will be greatly reduced, Zhang Xian had a cold face, he was a demon character, and his heart was cruel, and he didn't consider that the pain He Void experienced at this time was a pain that he couldn't accept for a while.

He Void had never felt like time passing so slowly for a day as he had for two days of cultivation, and he was suffering from an astonishing torture every minute and every second.

Every time he was about to fall unconscious, Zhang Xian would feed him and swallow pills to keep him awake.

Finally, when He Xukong felt that he had almost reached his limit, Zhang Xian's voice came, making him feel as if he had heard the sound of heaven.

"Okay", that's the end of today, the pill I gave you yesterday, you remember to devour one when you practiced the Tailing Scroll, which will speed up the speed at which you devour energy.

After Zhang Xian finished speaking, he turned into a bolt of lightning and left here, his eyes were still full of fear, and he felt that today's pain was a little more painful than yesterday.