Looking at the slightly moving broken bones, He Xiaoshi had no intention of getting up, and his eyes flashed with a slight blazing light.

The broken bones scattered from it, and a wisp of thumb-sized multicolored glass fire floated slowly as if it were nothing.

Red, orange, cyan, blue, purple......

This flame is so magnificent, more perfect than the most beautiful works of art, and even more gorgeous than the rainbow on the horizon.

The flame exudes a soft temperature, which makes people feel close, and at the same time, there is a faint smell of spirit, diffusing it.

Molten Soul Glass Fire!

Such a term appeared in He Xiaoshi's heart, and then in the depths of his hairy palm, a pale golden light emerged, holding this wisp of molten soul glass fire in his palm, and looking at it with a faint gaze.

At the same time, he recalled the records of this fire that he had seen in relevant texts.

The molten soul glazed fire is a kind of different fire in heaven and earth, and it is innate.

It is not like other fires, or it has the temperature to melt everything, or it has the miraculous effect of purifying the impurities of the spirit grass, or it has the creation of the spiritual properties of the artifact......

This glass fire, according to legend, was born in the Nine Shadows, grew up on the bank of the Soul River, and has the magnificent light of the flowers on the other side shining day and night, so it is contaminated with a little power of reincarnation, and has an indescribable effect on the soul.

It is said that the highest-level nine-colored glazed fire can even reflect the past and present lives of living beings, summoning lost souls!

"This skeleton can produce spiritual intelligence, it should be because of this glass fire", He Xiaoshi guessed in his heart, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl slightly.

Although he recklessly approached the thatched house, and he had experienced a life-and-death crisis, the faint wisp of glass fire was enough to comfort his heart.

Thinking of this, He Xiaoshi's heart was slightly relieved, so the injuries in his body broke out.

His legs could no longer support the weakness of his body, so he sat directly at the bottom of the pit and began to gasp for air.

Performing the eighth-level collapse twice in a row has already consumed the spiritual power in his body, and forcibly using the sword, it has almost exhausted the little spiritual power, not to mention the skeleton's bone palm, which slapped him on the chest fiercely.

If it weren't for his firm will and different physique, he would have fallen at this moment, I'm afraid it would be him.

He Xiaoshi's eyes rolled a few times, and he reluctantly arranged a simple formation, and with a flip of his right hand, three pills that restored spiritual power appeared in his palm.

Without the slightest hesitation, He Xiaoshi's lips opened slightly, swallowed the three pills, and then meditated with his eyes narrowed.

In front of him, the wisps of glass fire floated quietly in the air, reflecting his pale golden face with colorful colors.

After most of the time of the incense, He Xiaoshi opened his eyes a little tiredly.

His spiritual power was restored, but there was still a sharp pain in his chest.

He Xiaoshi's consciousness moved slightly, and he looked inward, and this observation made him grin a little painfully.

At this time, his ribs were broken several times, and even his chest was sunken in a slight arc.

At this moment, the broken ribs of He Xiaoshi and the sunken part of his chest were dotted with golden light, constantly flickering, repairing the scars at an extremely slow speed.

Seeing this, He Xiaoshi's heart suddenly calmed down, and his eyes, which no longer paid attention to the injury, stared at the soul-melting glass fire that was constantly beating in his palm, and fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, his head tilted as if he was aware of it, and he looked at the black stick beside him.

At this time, on both sides of the black stick, there is a bright red fairy glow, looming......

He Xiaoshi was connected to the black stick, and at this time, under careful induction, he sensed the hunger and thirst of the black stick, or the phoenix blood on both sides, for the glass fire.

"The ability to narrowly defeat the skeleton this time is really the credit of this wisp of phoenix blood," He Xiaoshi thought like this, but he had no intention of letting the black stick touch the glass fire.

After all, this strange fire is extremely rare, and it has a miraculous effect on the soul, and he thinks that this fire is more cost-effective to use in himself.

He Xiaoshi's divine sense moved slightly, put away the black stick, and no longer hesitated to put it in the center of his eyebrows, and suddenly a huge power of divine consciousness swept towards the glass fire in the palm of his hand.

The glazed fire shook slightly, and then turned into countless small and bright fire threads that could barely be seen with the naked eye, and entered He Xiaoshi's eyebrows.

Within the incomparably complex eight veins of the Qi Sutra in He Xiaoshi's body, countless fire filaments of different colors began to flow.

An incomparably comfortable feeling appeared, making He Xiaoshi can't help but let out a soft snort.

The next moment, He Xiaoshi's body surface, with brilliant multicolored light, rippled like water waves, and then disappeared.

A divine consciousness power that was more than twice as powerful as before erupted from the center of He Xiaoshi's eyebrows, and then it was instantly withdrawn.

With He Xiaoshi's skull as the center, spatial ripples like ripples suddenly appeared.

The spatial ripples spread into the distance and gradually disappeared.

Dozens of feet away, the bright stream, countless splashes splashed without warning.

The peach trees on both sides of the stream have no reason to break from them.

Hundreds of zhang away, the huge ancient trees behind the thatched huts, the wide fallen leaves, began to make a "bang" sound.

He Xiaoshi had taken the Refining Divine Pill, and his divine sense was already far stronger than that of monks of the same level, and at this time, coupled with the forging and bonus of this Molten Soul Glazed Fire, the strength of his divine sense at this time was in no way inferior to those monks who had built the foundation of the Great Perfection!

However, He Xiaoshi had no intention of opening his eyes at all.

Around his platform, the blue-black spiritual power that was wrapped around the baby's arm, and the blue-black sticky thing, began to melt after the glass fire entered.

Those blue-black spiritual powers are the spiritual powers of the dragon god Qi Ling.

That blue-black sticky thing was Qi Ling's fingers, and it was also a trace of his dragon yuan!

What kind of cultivation is Qi Ling?

Even if the Qi Spirit who was in Shenlong Yuan at that time was not the real body, the spiritual power hidden in He Xiaoshi's body was a genuine high-level spiritual power.

Not to mention the silk dragon yuan.

These blue-black spiritual powers, along with the silk dragon yuan, have always been incompatible with the spiritual power in He Xiaoshi's body, and they are arrogant and silent around his spiritual sea.

At this time, it encountered the glass fire, and it began to melt.

The blue-black spiritual power gradually transformed towards pale gold, and the silk dragon yuan first turned into blue-black spiritual power, and finally transformed into pale gold......

I don't know how much aura this blue-black spiritual power has condensed, in just ten breaths, the pale golden spiritual power it transformed into actually filled all of He Xiaoshi's meridians, and most of the pale golden spiritual power was forcibly passed through the seven orifices in the spiritual sea and pressed into the spiritual sea.

At this time, the blue-black spiritual power and Long Yuan were only transformed into three percent.

If this continues, the blue-black spiritual power has not been completely transformed into He Xiaoshi's own spiritual power, and he will be blown up alive!

It's just that this process is obviously irreversible, and after another three breaths, a gap suddenly opened in the corner of He Xiaoshi's eyes, and pale golden blood flowed out.

After two breaths, He Xiaoshi's body suddenly swelled, and his eyes were covered with cobweb-like bloodshots.

This is caused by the pain of being torn by the meridians all over the body.

He Xiaoshi's body continued to grow bigger, like a balloon blown by a naughty boy.

That "naughty boy" is the blue-black spiritual power that still has thirty percent left.

Before the "balloon" exploded, it must have been the material that composed it, and it was on the verge of collapse, so before He Xiaoshi was "blown up" by the blue-black aura, the meridians must have been broken and the skin and flesh were separated.

In other words, if he was an ordinary monk, facing a large amount of spiritual power that had been added out of thin air in his body, he might have already exploded and died.

He Xiaoshi is a Lingming stone ape, and he can hold on for a while, but if he continues like this, sooner or later he will end up with a miserable end of "explosion".

At this time, He Xiaoshi's heart can be said to be hundreds of millions of grass and mud horses, galloping overhead, thinking that this is a chance that belongs to him, but he didn't expect that this so-called chance is his own life-urging ghost.

Feeling the painful feeling of swelling and cracking, He Xiaoshi wished that several huge holes could appear in his stomach, or other places, and all this excess spiritual power could escape.

He Xiaoshi's thought had just emerged from the bottom of his heart, and the heavens seemed to hear his shout, and there were two more holes in his body.

Not on the belly, nor elsewhere on the body.

It's on the sea of spirits.

It is not accurate to say "hole", it is accurate to say "trick".

He Xiaoshi's seven orifices on the sea have become nine orifices.

At this critical moment of life and death, the surface of He Xiaoshi's spiritual sea was "chiseled" out of two tricks by the expanded and squeezed spiritual power.

Nine tricks!

With the appearance of the other two apertures, the speed at which the spiritual power entered the spiritual sea was even faster.

At this time, the blue-black spiritual power was only one percent left.

One-third of the pale golden spiritual power transformed by the blue-black spiritual power all entered the spiritual sea.

He Xiaoshi's divine consciousness and physical limits crossed an invisible boundary.

In his spiritual sea, the spiritual power began to grow more and more, becoming more and more intense, first turning into liquid, and then beginning to thicken.

The viscous spiritual power, after reaching a certain limit, in He Xiaoshi's golden spiritual sea, the Dao platform, which was originally only a first-order, began to change to a first-order small half, a first-order half, and a first-order large half at a speed visible to the naked eye......

Two Orders!

He Xiaoshi's breath began to climb continuously, from the beginning of the foundation, to the more and more stable breath, and even began to rise slowly!

His meridians began to widen more and more;

His ability to bear began to grow stronger and stronger;

The area of his spiritual sea is getting bigger and bigger!

After the blue-black spiritual power was completely transformed, a third-order Dao platform appeared in He Xiaoshi's spiritual sea!

With a "click", a broken sound came from He Xiaoshi's brain, in the sea of his heart, and even in the depths of his soul.

It's like some kind of diaphragm, punctured, like some kind of obstacle, broken.

His aura surged wildly, and he rose directly from the initial realm of foundation building to the middle realm of foundation building.

The body that was originally swollen recovered in an instant.

"Ah......h

He Xiaoshi's mouth let out a long and cheerful whistle.

The sound shook the four fields, and the forest leaves flew wildly.