The Huoyun Mountains are vast and precipitous, and the roar of the beast is dull, like bursts of thunder, the mountains and rocks are cracking, and the sound of the trees falling is heard, as if the bloody battle in the depths is endless, making people numb to the skin. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Roaring ......"

The howl of the Red-Eyed Flame Lion King came from the depths of the mountain forest, and from the first day he stepped into the Chiyun Ridge, the rumbling roar became more and more frequent, and Xiang Yan always felt that something was wrong in his heart.

At this time, he stood on the stone wall at the edge of the valley, his dirty face smiling, like a three-year-old child blooming with joy, and his whole body was happy and relaxed.

Since he understood the dispute with the disciples of the Six Dao Sect, he said goodbye to Xiao Shuxi and wanted to continue to stay in the depths of the mountains and forests until he truly opened up the sea of blood and entered the martial arts.

Leaving Chiyun Ridge, he tried to go deeper into the mountain range, approaching the habitat of the more powerful spirit beasts.

"In the wilderness, there is actually someone whose blood has inherited the power of the spirit eye!" Xiang Yan disdained, but he must pay attention to Ding Yan's words, he muttered repeatedly, "The essence is hidden in flesh and blood, and it is one with qi and blood......"

It was this sentence that made everyone in the Six Dao Sect dare not act rashly.

Cultivators, with the power of qi and blood as the root, communicate the source of life through the mental method, so that the essence becomes a great force that can be mobilized for martial artists.

With the essence as the guide, it accumulates the aura of heaven and earth, nourishes the power of the three souls, and rebuilds the fundamental balance with qi and blood. Jingyuan is a bridge that communicates qi and blood with the essence of heaven and earth, the sun and the moon, and the aura, and is the basis for smelting all power.

In martial arts practice, the balance of qi, blood and essence varies from person to person.

Condensing three into the essence element, the sea of blood is stable, the martial arts are opened, and those with superior potential, the proportion of the essence can exceed fifty percent, and the seventy percent essence element is already peerless.

The essence is hidden in flesh and blood, and it is one with qi and blood, and it is the ultimate transformation of balance, the ultimate pursuit, and only the true and pure cultivation of the Holy Body can achieve such a state.

Right now, he wants to open this physical body and open up the sea of blood by breaking through the realm.

"Sophora aging!"

Xiang Yan exclaimed, he found a cave on the cliff, took inventory of the pills looted from several people from the Six Dao Sect, and found that in addition to a large number of small golden pills, there were also four pots of spirit wine of the wind and four mothers.

"These people are really bold, they often visit the Fenggu Tavern, but they would rather offend the entire Huailiu Town for the sake of the Remnant Soul Flower!" Xiang Yan felt incredible.

Previously, he had taken Blood Pattern Ginseng, and the power of qi and blood was much stronger, but he always felt that most of the medicinal power had sunk into the lower dantian and had not completely dissolved.

So, Xiang Yan opened the bow left and right, and the four pots of acacia flower aging quickly went down, and hundreds of small golden pills were stuffed into his mouth one by one like beans.

He was not afraid that the fire would burn too violently, and his body would not be able to withstand the effect of the medicine and explode.

Suddenly, his face was full of red light, his body was dripping with blood, his body was hot, and when he was out of breath, he was already sweating like rain, and the white mist in the cave was steaming, like a fairyland.

The qi and blood in his body are countless times beyond ordinary people, and the divine power of 50,000 catties under one punch is rare, even if it is the land of eight Chen, it is rare for heaven to have such an achievement in the Gushi Realm.

A disciple of a big sect like Qi He, even if he is suppressed by the realm, although he is suspected of being a light enemy, he fights against Xiang Yan, his bones are broken and crushed by force, and he is not an opponent at all.

What's even more terrifying is that this is not Xiang Yan's limit, the qi and blood in his body are constantly expanding like blowing up a balloon, his heart is beating violently, and the sound of "bang" is like the thunder of a dusk drum.

"It's not enough!"

Xiang Yan roared, and the four demon scorpion Neidan were sent straight into his mouth, and even the silver soul devouring grass that Xiao Shuxi left for him to find the mountain god, he also began to chew it together.

As long as it is a medicinal herb and spiritual object, he will not let it go.

The sun and sunset could not be seen in the cave, but Xiang Yan's whole body began to emit a trace of golden light, reflecting the dark and damp cave wall with great brilliance, as if it had been coated with a layer of gold.

The qi and blood in the body are rolling up, and on the second vein of Ren Du, the acupuncture points connected by the star beads are not stopped, like the gills of a fish spitting out, faintly communicating the source of divine power in the depths of the bloodline.

It was as if the acupuncture springs of his whole body were either closed or completely erupted, and his heart was excited, and he felt that the moment was coming, and it was bound to be earth-shattering.

"A year of movement, blood and essence, can pull out the mountains!" Xiang Yan shouted.

In the body, golden droplets the size of pearls slowly condensed, yellow and very bright, following the pulse of the governor, down the pulse of Ren, baptizing flesh and blood, nourishing muscles and bones, and running every day.

Everywhere he passed, the acupuncture points opened and closed violently like a fish in water, constantly swallowing flesh and blood essence, and under the opening and closing again and again, the gold on Xiang Yan's body surface was also a little bright, and a little bit dim.

So repeatedly, Xiang Yan sat firmly in the cave, like a lonely mountain stone, not moving at all.

I don't know how long it took, suddenly there was a tsunami of mountains, like a dragon roaring like a tiger, the light in the cave was flourishing, and a bright golden glow that dimmed the sun and the moon erupted in the two veins of Ren Du.

Brilliant and overwhelming.

The waves in Xiang Yan's body were surging, the whistling sound was not stopped, and Zhang He's acupuncture points were like fifty-two divine springs, competing to spray thin, and the essence was bubbling up, cheering and galloping in the veins.

The splendid divine light, as if it was enough to compete with the sun and the moon, actually penetrated thousands of meters of mountains and rocks, reaching the sky, causing the void clouds to surge, lightning and thunder.

It was as if a huge wave had been set off above the nine heavens, and for a while, patches of lightning fell, rolling thunder waves struck, and there was no quiet place within a radius of thousands of miles, and the mortal monks were alarmed.

Xiang Yan still sat cross-legged, Ren Du's second pulse was brilliant and bright, the body was turbulent, and the wind and thunder outside the body were noisy and rumbling, as if the gods were angry and the demon king turned the sky upside down.

In the center of the eyebrows, the mysterious imprint flickered with golden light, as if it was a huge vortex, and the creative power of the three mountains and five mountains was all sucked in, condensed into strands of aura, and poured into Xiang Yan's body.

When he woke up, the golden light around him slowly faded, the sound calmed down, the thunder of the nine days stopped, and the clouds dispersed like the sun.

Although the cave was calm and the waves in the second vein of Rendu were no longer there, the surging momentum did not retreat, like a surging river, and the river was endless.

Looking at one's own body, fifty-two springs erupt in unison, very magnificent, but also surrounded by a strange look, the essence of the gushing overflow, very spectacular.

"Solid Origin Realm!"

Xiang Yan was excited, his eyes were shining, and when he got up, an extraordinary charm swept away, very like a dragon and a tiger.

At this moment, the sleeping Taiyi Lingque Sword suddenly burst into a long rainbow, and went straight into Xiang Yan's chest and abdomen.

Xiang Yan's body was shocked, fifty-two springs trembled violently, and the essence of this spray was as continuous as silk, and it was quickly absorbed by Qingxia into the body.

Not only that, Xiang Yan felt weird, as if the Taiyi Lingque Sword had turned into a bronze tripod.

The Little Golden Pill, the Silver Leaf Soul Devouring Grass, the Demon Scorpion Inner Pill, the Sophora Flower Aging, and even the Blood Pattern Ginseng that had never been melted by the medicinal power had been refined by the Bronze Ding.

Even, the spiritual power absorbed in the bronze ancient hall was only stored in the body, and at this time, it was all withdrawn by the bronze tripod and reduced to a dao fire, supplemented by the old medicine elixir, and the flesh as the source seed, boiled into a great medicine.

Suddenly, there was a whistling sound in Xiang Yan's body, spraying a pale golden rain of light.

For a whole day and a night, Xiang Yan was motionless, his treasure was solemn, his body was dotted with stars, and there was a rain of golden light constantly spreading out from his chest and abdomen, cleansing his whole body, spitting out turbidity, and absorbing essence.

"Boom ......"

Three days later, Xiang Yan jumped up, crashed through the stone wall and mountain, and soared into the sky, like an ancient saint sitting in the air.

"Extreme Essence!"

Stepping into the solid beginning realm, Xiang Yan's whole body was clean, not only the turbidity in his body was washed away, but the surface of his body was also spotless, and his original dirty clothes had already turned into ashes, and he was naked.

It's just that the Taiyi Lingque Sword is still a wisp of green glow, quietly sinking in the chest and abdomen, with a thought, the inscription on the sword body glows, and the essence quickly spreads.

It seems that his sea of blood is not a physical body, but this sword, fortunately, he has become accustomed to all the weirdness of the bronze ancient hall.

"Huailiu Town, I'm here!"

He was in a good mood, and ran beyond the mountains at great speed, killing a few brute beasts with his hands, and wrapped himself in rough clothes made of animal skins.

"Woohoo!"

When he reached a small plateau, suddenly a sharp whistling sound broke through the air, blowing a few cold winds, glowing with a deep cold light, and hit Xiang Yan's head, chest and abdomen, very fast, as if it was a hell killer attacking, wanting to kill in an instant.

Xiang Yan was sensitive to perception, and several iron arrows with great strength and speed, more than a meter long, were shooting towards his life, as fast as lightning and sudden, which was unguardable.

The power of an arrow was enough to pierce the golden cracking stone, and he felt the ferocity of the force, and every hair on his body stood up.

He was careful enough, and he was alone for a long time before he broke into the solid beginning, but he was unexpectedly attacked by someone.

"The Six Dao Sect has come to the door?"

Xiang Yan was shocked, he couldn't imagine that except for the disciples of the Six Dao Sect Yuemen, in the depths of this mountain forest, who else would release such a sharp cold arrow on him, and he would shoot mercilessly, wanting to take his life.

"Drink!"

Fortunately, today's Xiang Yan is agile and vigorous, with keen perception, he quickly turned sideways, his movements were swaying and erratic, and his left and right hands exerted force at the same time, and he slashed down four incoming arrows one after another with his palm.

"Boom!"

Two iron arrows also submerged into the rear, nailed directly into the ground rocks, the arrows did not enter half a meter, splashing large sparks, the tail of the arrows still shaky, buzzing and buzzing, terrifying.

If it weren't for Xiang Yan's quick reaction, he was afraid that he would be left with a few blood holes on his body, and he would be killed.

Suddenly, his eyes were full of anger, but he didn't dare to stay any longer, rolled up the arrows on the ground, and quickly flashed to the back of the ancient tree, carefully observing the movement.

In front of the jungle, a man in his early twenties, tall and tall, with black hair fluttering, a grim expression, and a cold light in his eyes, stared straight at the direction of the arrow.

His body was carved with the wounds of battle, a spear stained with viscous dark red blood, and his long black hair was scattered in a mess, condensed into pigtails from blood and sweat, scattered on his cheeks, silent but as if he were uttering a contemptuous and fierce battle cry.

Immediately after, a beautiful figure floated out, with exquisite curves and delicate faces, with a sense of unreality coming out of the painting. Zhou's body was stained with blood, full of the murderous and wild breath of the mountains and forests.