Fourteen days have passed, and the story of the duel between the flower fairy and the daughter of the sect master of the Black Pan Sect has spread widely, and there has even been a private gamble.

The flower fairy is the title given to Chu Xiyao by the people of Jianshui City, and her portrait is all over the streets and alleys, and there are no less than 100 people who hang it at home as a goddess.

The Black Pan Sect has dominated the stream for thousands of years, and there have been no high-flying disciples over the years, although the taxes are harsh, but the scattered ghost cultivators who rely on it have no excessive complaints.

On the one hand, they are their food and clothing, and on the other hand, they are spiritual pillars, and even if they have gambling games and their own ideas, they dare not speak out openly.

The original sick wine circled around Hui Wenxing's coffin, Chu Xiyao had been lying in it for more than ten days, watching the light on the coffin gradually dim, and always thought that she was going to come out.

But as the appointed time approached, the original disease wine felt that every moment was torment.

For Yan Yihan, who can solve everything, it is much easier.

The huge stone door appeared again, and the huge coffin carved on the door had not changed, and the stone carved black fox on both sides was alive, and squatted down and saluted her as if it were its master, and respectfully invited her in.

Is it in a dream? Chu Xiyao was puzzled, not knowing how she got here.

She looked at the pitch black around her, only the road under her feet was real, the stone gate was too high, the stone carved black fox was just as tall, and Chu Xiyao was only the size of the soles of their feet.

The attitude of the stone carved black fox made her wonder, the first time they came, they were as unkind as the sacred guardian spirits, and the second time they were like a god.

The voice from the ancient times was still so old, and it urged itself in.

Chu Xiyao pushed open the stone door, it was pitch black inside, she couldn't see anything, she turned her head to see that it was also pitch black behind her, she touched the outline of the stone door and suddenly felt a sense of security, this darkness was pure and empty.

Same as the last time, after she entered, the stone door slowly closed, and the sound of stones rubbing against the ground echoed for a long time, and it stopped for a long time, but Chu Xiyao felt that it had always been in her ears.

She lifted her hand and a blue soul pattern appeared in the palm of her hand, glowing with a faint light, the only glowing power that could now allow her to see the path ahead.

She walked for a long time as she walked along the road under her feet, long enough that she was used to the darkness here, long enough that the silence made her feel peaceful in her heart.

Ahead, a little further forward was a behemoth, tall and large, taller than the stone door, and in the darkness she could feel its shape, which disturbed the silence of the darkness just ahead.

It is a square stone stele, and Chu Xiyao moved the 'lamp' in his hand closer to see the words on the stele, which is a soul pattern.

Suddenly, the entire stele lit up, glowing with dazzling blue light in the darkness, stabbing Chu Xiyao unable to open his eyes for a while.

Chu Xiyao gently put his hand on the stone stele, "Little Heavens Taiyin Hidden Requiem?" The soul patterns on the stele became brighter, and they flew down from the stone stele, surrounding Chu Xiyao, dancing happily, and there was silence outside.

But in her mind, the song and dance had already leveled up, those soul patterns were like musical scores like dancing girls, and the rhyme of the avenue emanated from Chu Xiyao. She sat cross-legged on the ground, not knowing where she was, the past and the present, forgetting the world and herself.

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Thousands of miles away from Chu Xiyao, the sound of the Great Dao came from the gods worshiped by the Black Fox Clan, like the murmuring of the ancients, like the flying music; no matter where they were or what they were doing, the people of the clan knelt down one after another and reverently accepted the Great Dao bath.

So the streets, beside the paths, and in the courtyards were full of kneeling people, and the sound of the avenue was preached on the fifteenth before it dispersed.

Sleeping in a coffin can make people feel refreshed and refreshed, Chu Xiyao thought that she must refine a coffin for herself to sleep in the future, she opened the coffin lid and climbed out, this is the second time she has come out of the coffin.

"The proprietor. Yan Yihan, who was the first to notice the loosening of Hui Wenxing's coffin, spoke first, her innate vigilance made her always one step faster, and her sword was much faster than others.

"Girl. ”

"It's so comfortable to sleep in a coffin. Chu Xiyao stretched her waist and said.

"Oh yes! there's no time. The original disease said angrily.

"What's the lack of time?"

Yuan Sick Wine hurriedly and quickly talked about her dueling with Guan Qingyou. After careful questioning, Chu Xiyao finally figured out how the coffin refining union would deal with the hatred of the coffin refiner.

The original illness wine was so anxious that he jumped because this had to rely on his own ability, and other coffin refining masters were not allowed to interfere, and the official Qingyou could rely on his own sect power, and Chu Xiyao had nothing.

Let's do it, it's early in the morning, and we can wait two hours to prepare.

Chu Xiyao came out of Hui Wenxing's coffin, stretching her waist while instructing Yan Yihan.

"I went to inquire about the nearby barren mountains, and by the way, I looked for any black flags sold in the shops outside, and I didn't care about the price. ”

Chu Xiyao took out a large pile of soul stones in the nameless coffin and handed them to her, and found an excuse to send away the original illness wine, and ran into the nameless coffin.

"Old man?"

"Young master. "The way Anonymous comes out is always a puff of black smoke.

"Do you have swordsmanship?" Guan Qingfeng played a good sword, and he almost couldn't parry.

"Nope. ”

"Ordinary swordsmanship is fine. ”

"Nope. ”

Chu Xiyao ......, "I want to duel with people, and without offensive exercises, I will die a miserable death." ”

Anonymous glanced at Chu Xiyao, as if doubting the reliability of what she said, "I can't die." ”

"What about fire control?"

"Look for it. Anonymous disappeared as soon as he slipped away, and after a while, he held a jade slip in his hand and threw it to Chu Xiyao.

"This is the Flame Burning Sun ......Sutra that the Fire God King used to mortgage when he was looking for the Medicine Emperor to refine the pill, and he had no money to pay the bills."

Chu Xiyao didn't have time to listen to the anonymous clan talk about the various deeds of the Medicine Emperor, so he picked up the Flame Burning Sun Sutra and ran to the practice room, as for what he said later, I don't know.

Anonymous looked at Chu Xiyao's back, put his hands behind his back, and thought: You finally have to put away your poor compassion and kindness......

The Flame Burning Sun Sutra is indeed much more domineering than the weak fire control technique in the Medicine Emperor's Notes, more aggressive, and more lethal.

The fire control technique mentioned in the Medicine Emperor's Notes is soft power, and if it is alchemy, it is definitely a spell that people in the world are fighting for, but unfortunately it lacks aggressiveness.

There are a total of five Flame Burning Sun Sutras, the first is the Ten Thousand Flames Form, although the Void Fire is in her dantian, but her control over the Void Fire is limited to the palm of her hand, and she can't even transform into a shape.

Chu Xiyao printed the jade slip on his forehead, and the exercises of the Flame Burning Sun Sutra were transmitted to the sea of knowledge. Suddenly, a strange feeling of fire and fire appeared in the sea of knowledge, the flames were burning in her sea of knowledge, Chu Xiyao felt uncomfortable, as if she was in a sea of fire, burning her mouth dry and her skin and flesh tightened.

This is a kind of artistic conception, because she didn't see any traces of flames, Chu Xiyao didn't struggle senselessly, but sat in the sea of consciousness and comprehended the mystery.

It is like being in a sea of fire, the flames are like ripples tumbling layer by layer, and after the tumbling it is empty, but the burning pain is still there, whether it is virtual or real, and the virtual and the real are born together, and it is difficult to fathom.

The fire burned her dress, crept up her skin, steamed the water, burned holes, cracked on her delicate face, cracked on her white arms, and became more and more ferocious, trying to burn her alive.

Chu Xiyao didn't resist, let it go, when the last piece of her skin burned out.

The fire suddenly erupted from her, and the ferocious fire was like a huge wave, covering layer by layer, engulfing the sea of knowledge like a flood and beast, and engulfing the artistic conception of fire in the Flame Burning Sun Sutra.

She succeeded, comprehended and generated her own artistic conception without fear of death and pain.

She walked out of the sea of innocent fire, building fire step by step, her skin intact as before, as if everything before was an illusion.

In the practice room, Chu Xiyao suddenly opened her eyes, the white flames in her eyes flickered, and the whole person was like a flame burning.

As soon as she lifted the Fire Realm in her right hand, it was only the size of a palm, Chu Xiyao didn't believe that she tried it again, yes, it was still the size of a palm.

The corners of Chu Xiyao's mouth twitched, and she strongly suppressed the next rude and rude words, she was burned to death, and what she realized was only the size of a palm, is this a joke with me?

No, try again. As a result, the realm is still the size of a palm. Chu Xiyao stared at the palm of her hand for a while, and could only accept her fate.

Some people have never been able to access the Fire Realm for a lifetime, and even if they do, they will not be able to comprehend their own realm. Chu Xiyao, this discontented guy.

After comprehending the realm of fire, learning the Flame Burning Sun Sutra is unimpeded, and you will be able to see it at a glance, and you can understand it at one point.

After a while, the innocent fire in Chu Xiyao's hand gradually condensed into a long sword, and she improvised a few times, and the heroic posture of the innocent fire piercing the air made Chu Xiyao very satisfied.

When it turns into a petite emerald lark, it can only flap its wings a few times and disappear. The Innocent Fire was too weak, and Chu Xiyao recalled that when it was in the Innocent Fire Hell, its appearance was pale and weak.

A palm hit Guan Qingfeng could only make him seriously injured, and recovery was imminent.

When Chu Xiyao came out of the practice room, it was only a tea time outside, and Yan Yihan hadn't come back yet.

She had nothing to do, so she turned into a pen to repair the coffin of Huiwen Xing, which had exhausted the power of her soul pattern, and the Little Heavenly Taiyin Hidden Requiem that she comprehended on the Heavenly Taiyin Tablet was just right to use, I don't know what the effect is.

There are thirteen thousand four hundred and one soul patterns in the Little Heavenly Taiyin Hidden Requiem, and the jade tablet forest of several coffin refining unions can't fit it, this is all the soul patterns.

It's a bit different from its name, it's better to say that the Soul Pattern Encyclopedia Compendium is more suitable, or that this is an unfinished sheet music, and it will take a lot of effort to weave it into music and play it.

Regarding the rhythm, Chu Xiyao frowned, she was not familiar with it, and she still had to ask others for advice.

I don't know what it has to do with the Black Fox Clan, but there are traces of the Black Fox Clan in its two appearances. You don't have to think about it, and it has its own rules in the future.

After Chu Xiyao finished thinking about it, he took the pen and drew on the coffin, and after comprehending the Little Heavenly Taiyin Burial Requiem, he controlled the soul pattern more freely, and its power was used easily, and the speed of drawing was faster.

It seems that the record of the Great Ingot Treasure Coffin is wrong, but I didn't expect that the original disease wine was a seventh-order coffin refining master.

After Chu Xiyao finished drawing the second soul pattern, Yan Yihan came back. Chu Xiyao had no choice but to stop writing, and the remaining nine hundred and ninety-eight soul patterns were left to the original disease wine to repair.