In the Spirit Mine Mountain Range and the slave mine camp in Cold Spirit City

Seven nights lay motionless on a damp straw mat, cut off from all external perceptions, and immersed in their own spiritual realm. In the dark void, the spirit of the Seven Nights was suspended in it, experiencing the cultivation mantra of the few numbers of the "Heavenly Sea King Formula", and unconsciously fell into a mysterious realm of forgetting things and me.....

Suddenly, the spirit eyes opened completely without warning, and a white light flashed in the pupils. Then, Nanaya slowly raised his palms and placed them horizontally in front of his chest. Staring at the palm of the flowing light, the white light in the pupils of his eyes became brighter and brighter.

At this moment, the 50 spirit stars that were initially born in the spirit realm all seemed to sense some kind of call, all emitting dazzling brilliance, shining with brilliance and lingering spiritual power.

In the palms of Qiye's hands, two faint cyclones loomed into the air. Although the cyclone looked like it was only a few wisps of white qi, it was constantly absorbing spiritual power and growing tenaciously......

By the time the 50 Spirit Star rays were completely depleted, the white cyclone had become the size of two watermelons. After the white light in Qiye's eyes gradually faded, he poured out a few mouthfuls of turbid air tiredly.

"I didn't expect this exercise to require so much spiritual power just to condense and form. If it weren't for the fact that when I opened up the spirit realm, 50 spirit stars were born for consumption, I am afraid that I would not be able to refine them today. After sighing in his heart for a while, Qiye's expression became serious again.

At the moment, the two white cyclones have completely formed in the palm of your hand, and if you look closely, you will see that although the two cyclones are similar in appearance, there is a noticeable difference in size. The cyclone in the right hand is one circle larger than the left hand. And the two cyclones also rotate in exactly opposite directions.

"Whew... The next step is fusion. After knowing his next step, Seven Nights took a deep breath and without hesitation brought his palms horizontally towards the middle. The two cyclones, which were originally quiet respectively, erupted into a strong tremor when they were about to approach, like yin and yang, water and fire.

When the periphery of the two cyclones collided, the piercing sound of "zizi" was accompanied by sparks of violent friction, and the furious wind blade instantly erupted from the friction of the air current, flying into the sky. Seven Nights Spirit's palms, face, and body were unscrupulously cut out of the Dao wounds, but despite this, Seven Nights still ignored it, his eyes were firmly fixed on the confrontation of the two cyclones, his expression was solemn, and his palms were still firmly moving towards the center......

"He!" resisted the long tug-of-war confrontation, Qiye shouted, and his hands suddenly exerted force. The two cyclones finally merged together little by little, and finally formed a white cyclone as large as a basin. Looking at the results of his efforts that fell steadily in the palm of his hand, Qiye's scarred face finally showed a smile of relief.

After quietly admiring it for a while, Nanaya carefully held his hands out. The white cyclone slowly fell into the depths of the spirit realm, and finally merged into the huge torrent cyclone formed by the majestic spiritual power of the Mixed Yuan Taizu below. And when the small cyclone suddenly submerged into the stationary torrent cyclone, Nanaya had some sense of the huge cyclone that had been stationary and tepid, and seemed to establish some kind of connection.

"It turns out that the exercises are just an introduction to start, and the master has already paved the way for me. Qiye suddenly realized, and at the same time, he was deeply grateful for the selfless help he had given to him. If it weren't for the fact that Master Zun had accumulated such a strong spiritual power for himself in advance, how could he grow up quickly just by relying on the small cyclone that he had just condensed.

After a heartfelt affair, Seven Nights' eyes fell on another bronze wind scroll: a scroll of unpretentious appearance, wrapped in a flickering wind. Nanaya cautiously stretched out his hand, and when his fingers just touched the wind on the periphery of the scroll, the wind suddenly became violent, flicking away the fingertips that Nanaya was trying to touch.

Nanaya withdrew his arm and cautiously observed the scroll. Although it was resisted by the wind just now, it was not attacked, so it can be seen that this scroll only has a simple defensive attribute.

After understanding, Nanaya's eyes lit up, and he quickly reached out to grab it again, but when his fingers touched the peripheral blast, the blast suddenly became violent again, and Nanaya felt a huge repulsion in his hand. Gritting his teeth, Nanaya gathered all his strength into his arm to resist the impact of the strong wind, and kept his fingertips slowly approaching the scroll.

Inch by inch, his fingertips slowly approached the scroll, and Qiye felt that the repulsive force was getting stronger and stronger, like two magnets that repel each other. But the distance is getting closer, and Seven Nights doesn't want to give up. Although the impact of the repulsion made his arm tremble a little, Nanaya tried his best to stabilize his arm.

When his fingertips finally reached the scroll after a long stretch, "Drink!" Nanaya finally let out a loud cry, and the gesture instantly changed to the claw of an eagle, using the last bit of strength to grab at the scroll within reach. With the explosive momentum of the broken cauldron and the momentum of the bamboo, Qiye finally grasped the scroll firmly in the palm of his hand, and let the wind continue to sweep.

There was no time to pause, and Nanaya clenched the scroll with both hands, trying his best to tear apart the tightly wrapped scroll. As the scrolls were torn apart little by little, the raging wind slowly stopped, and when they were all opened, the storm finally stopped roaring.

When I looked closely, there were several big characters flashing on the bronze scroll: "Shadow Step", the grade is unknown, and the cultivation level: primary. Before I could take a closer look, a torrent of information poured into the mind of the spirit, which was the cultivation mantra: "Shadow Steps": The body is as fast as the wind, the slight steps are like shadows, the wind is without a trace, and there is no shadow and no form. The simple sixteen-character cultivation tips make Qiye a little intriguing.

Shizun once said that this body scroll was obtained from a fallen demon clan elder on the thousand-year-old battlefield, since this is the case, then this scroll must be extraordinary, but why are the cultivation requirements so low? And the grade is unknown, could it be that this scroll is also a fragment? Qiye lowered his head and thought carefully, and after thinking for a long time to no avail, he had no choice but to give up. Then he thought about it for a while, and said with comfort: Even if you have a scroll that is too high, you can't cultivate it in a short time, and it will be useless for your current self. Since this shadow step is not demanding, it is like salvation for oneself who is at the beginning of his spiritual practice. Even if you don't know how to do any exercises, you still have the ability to escape and protect yourself in the face of a strong enemy.

Thinking of this, Qiye felt a certain relief, and indeed the important thing for Qiye today is not how high the level of the baby is, but that it can be used now. The primary spiritual practice is divided into nine sections, and each level of improvement increases the strength by one level. As for his strength and current situation after he has just built his foundation, it is suitable for practicing this entry-level life-preserving body method, and the other Qiye feels that it is no longer important, because compared to his previous self, he now has the qualification to cultivate powerful spiritual power, and he believes that through his unremitting efforts, even if he is temporarily weak now, he will be strong in the future.

After reading it, Qiye put away the "Shadow Step" with satisfaction, this exercise does not seem to be something that can be done quickly overnight, and it will take effort to study it carefully.

Next, Qiye looked at another piece of white jade the size of an egg wrapped in a light mask with great interest, and looked closely: this jade is warm and white, the whole body is translucent, the surface is not carved and polished, smooth and round, and the fat is condensed, which makes people overjoyed. Qiye pursed his lips with some heart, and muttered:

"This should be the Emperor Immortal Jade that Master Zun said, it can actually extend the cultivation time, and it can really be called a treasure in the world!"

When he saw the beautiful jade quietly appearing in front of him, Qiye was fascinated for a while, and the white jade carved so naturally was really rare in the world. staring at Bai Yu intently, Qiye's heart almost rose to his throat, and a kind of holy and untouchable admiration was inexplicably born in his heart, and he almost knelt down to worship.

Suppressing this strange state of mind, Qiye slowly stretched out his right hand and approached gently, and his right hand penetrated the light shield outside the white jade without hindrance, when the fingertips touched the white jade.

A crisp low sound of "ding" was opened, and a cold chill came from the fingertips. Immediately afterwards, the unmoving white jade turned into a ball of light that lingered in rainbow light and was translucent layer by layer. The ball of light continued to expand slowly, encompassing the Seven Nights Spirit little by little. And when the ball of light continued to submerge the spirit, the wall membrane of the ball of light was like a scan, sweeping the spirit of the seven nights inch by inch, and at the same time, there was a strange feeling on the skin on the surface of the spirit, and the seven nights couldn't help but tremble.

Then, the ball of light continued to expand, spreading towards the depths of the dark spirit realm. It didn't take long for the white jade's ball of light to envelop the entire spirit realm in it and then stop growing, perfectly coinciding with the spirit realm.

Qiye quietly looked at the ethereal rainbow glow in the void, and couldn't help but say: There is such a fantasy space hidden in this emperor's jade, it is really extraordinary!

Now the entire spiritual realm no longer seems so dark and far-reaching, with the embellishment of the "Mixed Yuan Refining Realm" of the ball of light, it is as dazzling as the vast galaxy: neon is shining, colorful and colorful, sometimes it is like a ribbon of ethereal and swirling, sometimes it is as thin as a cloud, it is as thin as a light veil, and it is different and varied, and it is nothing. All this was seen for seven nights, and the eyes were lost, as if they had fallen into a state of self-forgetfulness and could not extricate themselves for a long time.

At the equatorial position of the light sphere, there is a circle of inscriptions the size of tadpoles, which is the "Time Inscription", and in the future, as the timeline of the Mixed Yuan Refining Realm becomes longer, the time inscription will also increase. Now there is only one inscription on the equator of the Mixed Yuan Refining Realm, which means that the length of the timeline at this moment is 1.1 times.

I don't know how long it took, but Nanaya finally lowered his stiff head, but his eyes were still full of surprise. When he came back to his senses, there were two balls of light in front of him that emitted a slight aura: one ball of light was colorless and matterless, and there was no fluctuation of spiritual power, while the other ball of light was naturally the exquisite witch knife that emitted blue aura.

Qiye carefully looked at the seemingly colorless ball of light, the ball of light was empty, and the whole body was transparent, but if you looked closely, you could still see the transparent membrane wall like a bubble.

"This should be what Master Venerable mentioned, the Divine Clan's Archmage's unique Existence Secret Method, "Mind Space - Secret Realm", right? Colorless and Boundless, like an illusion, but real, like an extraterritorial world, it is really mysterious!" Qiye exclaimed as he looked at it. Although it was such a close observation, it was really difficult to discover its existence if it was not carefully observed, and after careful observation for a long time, Qiye fell into a deep thought: Master Zun once said that this secret method of storage has not yet been developed, and if you want to develop it, you must nourish it with spiritual liquid, but where can you get spiritual liquid?

Thinking about it, some people were worried, and Qiye gave up decisively. Instead of thinking about it, let's try it out. After making up his mind, Qiye stretched out his hand and led the "Secret Realm" into his hand, then bit the tip of his tongue and blew into it like a sticky drop of golden spiritual blood. After the spiritual blood floated in the human light shield, it quickly decomposed and dissipated as quickly as the naked eye. Then, in the colorless and boundless space, there was a slight glow of gold, and after a short moment of color change, it returned to a colorless and borderless state, and then turned into a ray of light and shot into the Seven Nights Spirit Eyebrows.

Qiye instinctively closed his eyes immediately, and there seemed to be a faint ball of light in his mind and mind, no itching, no pain, no fainting or swelling, and he didn't feel like a foreign body existing in his mind at all, so it felt really magical! After a while, Qiye opened his eyes, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth: With this secret method of storage, you can store the most important things in it in the future and others can't detect or snatch it, it's really a treasure holy place!

Restraining his smile, Qiye thought that since this was the case, why not try it? So he stretched out his hand, intending to take the Linglong Witch Knife and put it into the secret realm. When his right hand inadvertently grasped the hilt of the witch knife, a burst of crimson killing aura suddenly poured out from the blade and rushed towards the seven nights. Qiye's eyes, which were defenseless, immediately turned bright red, and his murderous aura was surging, devouring the sky and the earth, and countless bloody killing scenes jumped in front of him.

Qiye felt that his consciousness was about to be completely deprived by such a huge bloody backlash, and his body was a little uncontrollable. In desperation, Qiye held on to the last trace of sobriety, and struggled to withdraw the right hand holding the hilt, and when the palm left the hilt, the crimson aura gradually subsided, and the violent spiritual power was calmed down. Qiye was completely awake again, and when he thought back to the situation just now, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat and have palpitations: careless! The master warned himself not to use this knife unless he had to. It seems that if it weren't for the stakes of life, it would be better not to use it, the killing aura of thousands of high-level demonic beasts was really not something that he could easily control!

After tasting the bitterness for the first time, looking at the exquisite witch knife lying quietly in front of him, he was faintly afraid for seven nights. Gently closing his eyes and thinking for a moment, he cut through a void in front of him, and carefully held the exquisite witch knife in front of him into the secret realm. The knife vanished as soon as it sank into the void, and then the cracked void quickly healed, and finally completely closed and disappeared without any trace.

After doing all this, Seven Nights stopped in the spirit world for a while, and after checking it again, he regained his mind and left. Outside, Qiye, who was paralyzed on the straw mat, slowly opened his eyes, and slowly breathed a long sigh of relief, the things inherited by the master finally came to an end, and then he began his own path of cultivation, thinking that one day in the future, he could completely change his current fate, Qiye couldn't help but feel surging and teary eyes. The future he wanted, once so unattainable, now has a road that can be reached, although it is long and thorny, but it is enough for Qiye to burn the hope of a lifetime.