Zhang Danqiong looked at Ji Xuanyuan with an embarrassed face in front of him in disbelief, and his heart was like galloping thousands of horses. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Three hundred and sixty Heavenly Desolate Pills, its value can be said to be fifty percent of the annual income of Shushan Immortal Gate, it stands to reason that even if Ji Xuanyuan breaks through quickly, he will have to eat it for at least half a year.

But...... How long has it been? Seven days, eight days? It's all gone, it's just a demon.

"I really finished eating, maybe it was because of my physique. ”

Scratching his head, Ji Xuanyuan looked at Zhang Danqiong's hellish expression, and suddenly said helplessly.

The medicinal power of the Heavenly Desolate Pill was indeed very powerful, but Ji Xuanyuan found that the power of those pills was depleting more and more rapidly when transforming his own root bones.

Especially after refining the ninety-eight sword bones, the Zhu Yan Holy Bone seemed to have consciously started a large-scale astringent medicinal power.

As a result, in just seven days, he had eaten all the Heavenly Desolate Pills for a year.

Not only that, but the effect has not improved much, only reaching 106!

But even so, Ji Xuanyuan could clearly feel that the Heavenly Desolate Sword Bone he cultivated seemed to be stronger than the one recorded in the secret book.

According to the records of the secret book, as long as the root bone is polished into a sword bone, it can be as clear as jasper.

But after the initial white jade luster, his sword bones gradually developed towards pale gold, and now, the 107 sword bones in his body are shining with golden light, like Optimus Prime.

"Let me see!"

After a long time, Zhang Danqiong came back to his senses, and he still couldn't accept the fact that the three hundred and sixty Heavenly Desolate Pills had been exhausted, but only 107 sword bones had been refined.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, a surging spiritual power surged out, not giving Ji Xuanyuan any chance to reflect at all, it was drilled into his body.

"Hiss......"

As soon as the spiritual power entered the body, Zhang Danqiong couldn't help but gasp.

The 107 sword bones were towering, and the surging sword intent almost cut off his divine sense, even more pinnacle of what he knew, each sword bone was shining with golden light, like King Kong!

"This ...... What the hell is going on?"

Looking at the golden sword bone, Zhang Danqiong felt that his brain capacity was not enough, when would the Heavenly Desolate Sword Body be able to refine the golden sword bone?

Moreover, he is one of the witnesses of Li Changbai, the head of Shu Mountain, who cultivated the Heavenly Desolate Sword Body, so he naturally knows Li Changbai's Heavenly Desolate Sword Bone well.

After a little calculation in his heart, he came up with an amazing result.

Ji Xuanyuan's sword bones, even if they only look at 107, they can already be compared to the point where Li Changbai's sword body was first rising.

"Hey, this kid's dantian!"

Suddenly, Zhang Danqiong's gaze looked through the sword bone and looked at the dantian that was also shining with golden light, and his inner curiosity was even raised.

Subconsciously stretched out his divine sense to check Ji Xuanyuan's dantian, but before his divine sense could get closer, from within the dantian, a bell rang out.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Zhang Danqiong's body was like being struck by lightning, and he immediately retreated dozens of feet.

Raising his head in shock, he looked at Ji Xuanyuan, Zhang Danqiong swallowed his saliva and said: "Is this the ability of Daozi-level Tianjiao, not inferior to anyone looking at Dantian Xinmi." ”

Thinking of this, Zhang Danqiong couldn't help but gasp.

If nothing else, the bell ringing just now actually shook his Dao heart, if it wasn't for the rapid withdrawal of his divine sense, maybe there would be some terrible consequences now.

"Peak Master, are you alright?"

Ji Xuanyuan came back to his senses, looked at Zhang Danqiong's slightly embarrassed appearance, opened his mouth and said.

"It's okay, but I didn't expect that Daozi-level Tianjiao's self-defense ability is so strong, and it is the old man who is big. ”

Reaching out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, Zhang Danqiong shook his head and said with a somewhat closed gaze.

Hearing this, Ji Xuanyuan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

He could hear the bell ringing just now, and he naturally knew what it was causing it.

The fragment of the Emperor Bell, if it is discovered, even if he is a Daozi-level Tianjiao, Ji Xuanyuan believes that there are many people who want to kill him and seize the treasure.

Fortunately, Zhang Danqiong didn't notice it, and regarded the counterattack of the fragment of the emperor bell as a self-defense of him after he comprehended the vision.

Shaking his head, Zhang Danqiong endured the end of his heart, and said: "Little monkey, the Heavenly Desolate Pill has been eaten by you, but I don't have any materials for a while, so you come to the peak to find me in seven days, and the old man is giving you a batch of Heavenly Desolate Pill." ”

After speaking, he ignored Ji Xuanyuan's appearance of wanting to speak, turned around and left.

The sword light pierced the sky, but it reached the peak in the blink of an eye.

Looking at this scene, the corners of Ji Xuanyuan's mouth couldn't help twitching, and he said secretly: "Did you hit him too hard?" ”

Thinking of the rules that Dan Qingzi told him before he came, those were all formulated by Zhang Danqiong himself, and even he himself has been quite abiding by them over the years.

But today, he is on the top of the sword, which shows his subconscious behavior, and his heart is in a state of chaos.

After a long time, Ji Xuanyuan came back to his senses, looked at the peak of Danfeng, and muttered to himself: "After seven days, wouldn't it be impossible to cultivate the Heavenly Desolate Sword Bone in these seven days?"

"That's right, Edgeworth!"

With a flash of inspiration in his mind, Ji Xuanyuan suddenly shouted in surprise.

Since entering the Shushan Immortal Gate, he has been greedy for the sword technique, and now he has time, if he doesn't learn it, wouldn't it be a waste of such a God-given opportunity.

Thinking of this, Ji Xuanyuan didn't continue to stay in place, and the dragon walked out, speeding on the trail.

Half an hour later, he came to the area where the inner disciple was.

Soon he came to a square, and looking at the figure of a disciple of the Inner Sect who was cultivating hard in the square, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

"This senior brother, may I ask how to get to the Hall of Inheritance?"

Just as Ji Xuanyuan was looking at the inner disciples who were practicing the art of the sword with great interest, a timid voice came from behind him.

Hearing this, Ji Xuanyuan was taken aback, someone came behind him, but he didn't notice it.

Suddenly, he took a step back three feet and walked back a full distance, and then raised his head and looked towards the source of the sound.

I saw that five feet in front of Ji Xuanyuan, a girl who looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old was standing there timidly.

As if sensing Ji Xuanyuan's gaze, the girl lowered her head shyly, played with the corners of her clothes with both hands, and whispered, "This senior brother, may I ask how to get to the Chuan Gong Palace?"

Retracting his gaze, Ji Xuanyuan skimmed the gray robe on the girl's body and said, "You are a disciple of the outer gate, don't you know that this is the inner gate?"

Hearing this, the girl immediately nodded vigorously and said, "I know, I have just passed the assessment and been promoted to an inner disciple, and I want to learn the art of the sword." (To be continued.) )