On the way west, Xiang Yan's whole body was red, and there was warmth to warm his flesh and bones, and the injuries left by the battle were recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the fatigue of the past few days was still the same. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In Cangguo, Jiang Yu and Bai were furious, and there were big people out of the mountains one after another, and the cities and departments around the mine were also ordered to attack and try their best to hunt down the mine slaves.

And the Blood Tiger Guards, who suffered heavy losses, also had to continue to fight to defend the honor of the First Guard of Cangguo.

Fortunately, the remnant of the sword spirit exhausted the last remaining strength, blessed Xiang Yan with a body guard, and used the power of a saint to kill the blood tiger warriors who wanted to sneak attack the ambush.

After that, resting by the stream for a while, Xiang Yan didn't want to waste any more time, got up and continued to move forward.

In order to speed up the pace, he devoured the small gold pill he had collected as he walked, regained his strength, and solved the pain of fatigue and hunger.

The Little Golden Pill is a rare and excellent thing for Jing Yuan cultivators, and it can be condensed by refining the blood beast's life essence, which can quickly replenish the lost qi and blood power.

In addition, Xiang Yan is also preparing for the martial arts realm, as long as he can ingest enough strong qi and blood nutrients, he is expected to open up the sea of blood as soon as possible and enter a new situation.

"Far enough away......"

Three days later, a small town loomed in the distance, Xiang Yan stood on the top of the mountain, looking back at the large barren forest behind him, looking at a strange world in front of him, thinking that he had reached a safe place.

However, he wanted to face the challenges of the future with a new attitude, at least before entering the red dust again, there must be a breakthrough in the cultivation realm.

Not long after, in a hidden cave in the mountains, Xiang Yan sat cross-legged and devoured all the remaining little golden pills in one go, but in a moment, his whole body turned red as blood, and the clouds were steaming.

Xiang Yan's whole body sweated like rain, and the qi and blood in his body were boiling endlessly, like a surging river, surging waves.

In fact, for many monks, this is extremely dangerous.

The little golden pill has good medicinal power, but martial arts practitioners basically only take it once a month, and even if they are gifted, it is impossible to put it in their mouths like eating beans.

After all, the pill has a miraculous effect on cultivation, but once it is taken excessively, the body cannot withstand the impact of the essence qi, and it is very easy to burn the foundation of the martial arts, and even the body bursts and dies.

Unexpectedly, Xiang Yan had no scruples at all, when he was young, he was talented and intelligent, and he also took a lot of precious medicines in one go, but his body was unharmed at all.

Even so, if someone saw his actions at the moment, they would still be amazed, more than forty small gold pills before and after were in their stomachs, if they were ordinary people, they would have exploded into a pile of broken bones at this moment.

But Xiang Yan held on, his body was like a red-hot soldering iron, hot and hot, and even the surrounding stone walls were burned black.

However, he didn't feel any discomfort, but felt hearty, if he brought another forty small golden pills, he could swallow them in one go, and it would never cause any serious consequences.

He began to lead with his mental method, took the initiative to pull blood qi, condensed into a heavy hammer that closed the acupoints, and tried to condense the blood essence and dig the Yuan Spring.

"Click!"

Soon after, there was a crisp sound like an eggshell breaking, and there was a warm feeling rippling in the lower dantian, oozing a trace of warm liquid, which was the essence of the essence converging into drops, filling the entire acupoint.

Dantian is the source of all qi and blood circulation, the foundation of essence condensation, and the first thing to do in martial arts practice is to get through this section.

Xiang Yan was extremely excited, he didn't expect everything to come so easily.

Overjoyed, he continued to sit concentrating, repeatedly reciting the ancient scriptures he had read by heart, preparing to impact Ren Du's acupoints in one fell swoop, open up the muscles and veins, and completely create a balance between qi and blood and the power of the essence element.

However, it's not that simple.

The drop of essence that has just been condensed is like a flash in the pan, but half a cup of tea is absorbed by the surrounding flesh and blood, where is there the potential of the earth spring gushing?

Just like the beginning of the morning glow, in a trance, there were dark clouds covering the sun, the sky and the earth were gray, Xiang Yan's thoughts were instantly messy, and his heart couldn't help but pound.

The dantian spring that has been washed away looks like it is just a dry well, dead and silent, full of flesh and blood, but the acupoint spring is abnormally dry, and there is no blood essence bubbling up.

You must know that the qi and blood are hidden in the flesh and blood, and the acupuncture point is the spring, if you want to condense the essence and open up the sea of blood, you must use the source liquid in the aperture as the guide, like a snowball, let the essence spontaneously gurgle and flow, and finally penetrate the two veins of Rendu, and a thought produces essence.

But right now, Xiang Yan's dantian is desolate and desolate, lifeless, as if he has just broken through a barrier and stepped into a desert and abandoned land.

"Dad and mother are right, the world is often full of helplessness, giving people some hope, and accompanied by endless twists and turns, how can it be as smooth as a thousand sails crossing the Ping Lake. ”

Xiang Yan sighed, inevitably a little stunned.

After his body regained his calm, he walked out of the cave slowly, looking at the cliffs and cliffs everywhere, and the thousands of dangerous mountains in the distance, his mood was a little solemn, and he kept thinking of his parents' teachings.

Even if you are extremely talented, you must meditate and grow your cultivation, and become strong through hardships, otherwise you will only sink and eventually become no different from a mortal body.

"It's been three years, are you okay with your parents?"

On the silent mountain, there was only a lonely figure of Xiang Yan, who sat at the bottom of a boulder, looking at the hazy scenery under the mountain, and couldn't help but think of his parents who were suffering, and his relatives who shed blood for themselves and now don't know the situation.

There was only a single shadow, only a green sword leaned quietly on the side, slightly shiny, and seemed to understand Xiang Yan's state of mind at the moment.

One person and one sword, Xiao Su was lonely and cold, he had been on the run for several days, he was already exhausted, but in a moment, under the cool evening breeze, he gradually fell asleep.

"Yan'er, Yan'er!" suddenly heard someone calling softly, a very familiar voice, tactful and soft, it was the whisper of my mother in the early morning when I was a child.

"Mother?"

Xiang Yan turned around incredulously and saw a woman in a cyan dress, clean and refined, with a fluttering charm, still so dignified and charming, revealing a quiet orchid.

"Yan'er!" snorted softly, a little serious and cold, but without losing concern and expectation, it was a long-lost father.

He has his hands behind his back, his short brown hair is very capable, his chin has a light black beard, his sharp eagle eyes are very sharp, and his expression is resolute and resolute.

"Daddy, how are you?" he was very excited, and tears were already raining down, "Now that Yan'er has recovered the Dao Foundation, it won't take long to return to the War King's Mansion." ”

"We already know that. The mother smiled comfortably and was delighted.

"The yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and the boy of the Xiang family was born with a bloody body of war, throwing no regrets, and vowing to punish all the evil in the world and sweep away the darkness in the world.

"Do your best and don't know what you can do, have no regrets about yourself, have no regrets about morality, the blood of the war is exhausted, and no one will ridicule you if you can't do your best. The mother whispered with concern, showing kindness.

"Yan'er is taught!"

Xiang Yan endured, his eyes were still shining with tears, he wanted to step forward and feel the warmth of his parents who had been separated for a long time, he had been displaced for several years, often accompanied by death, much more resolute than his peers, but he was very fragile at the moment.

"There is tension and relaxation, and enlightenment and refining go hand in hand!"

Father taught strictly, seeing that he was weathered, his eagle eyes trembled, and he said with a little loss, "The righteous path of the Xiang clan does not exist, although you are the only hope of Han Chu, but my father does not want you to be burdened by hatred, otherwise even if you trace back to the Dao Fruit, it is also congenitally insufficient." ”

"We know that you are haunted by the past, and you don't want to return to the War King's Mansion all the time, but if you want to achieve great things, you can't act rashly because of your will, as long as you can get back on your feet, you don't need to take on too many other things. Mother admonished.

"Win with righteousness and wonder, Yan'er is fearless!"

How could he not be in a hurry to return to the palace of the war king, rescue his parents who were suffering, and wash away the grievances and shame he suffered?

The Xiang clan is stealing the fruit of the traitorous party, even if he is not very old, but as the bloodline of the Xiang clan, how can he not take responsibility?

He also wanted to feel the warmth of his parents' company, but everything disappeared in a blink of an eye.

He stood quietly, full of reluctance, but no longer sad.

In his sleep, Xiang Yan's eyebrows were resolute, and his body began to change unconsciously, the luster flowed, and finally the golden light was shining, like a gold giant, extremely brilliant.