In the ancient cemetery palace of Baling Mountain, Yan Kuan was floating in the air without a trace of clothes, his hands were knotted with cultivation seals, and his face was as calm and indifferent as that of an old monk.

His skin was crystal red, and relying on the Zizhi Fire Spirit Paste applied to his body, wisps of flame energy visible to the naked eye around him continued to converge, and they continued to pour in. At the top of the tomb, it was as if a huge fireball had appeared, constantly drawing light and heat.

I don't know how long this quiet atmosphere lasted, but suddenly there was a very subtle, but like a strange sound of beating the drum in people's ears, and if you listen carefully, this sound was originally generated from Yan Kuan.

Soon after this strange muffled sound appeared, Yan Kuan's body, which was as motionless as dead wood, suddenly trembled, and a strange flush surged on his face.

This change was from the inside out, and the external vision was actually the result of the physical change, most notably the speed at which he absorbed the flame energy was greatly increased.

Under a powerful suction, the power of the Sun Essence Fire in the place where the cremation immortal was pulled out of a small half, and the flame energy that hovered around him and originally entered Yan Kuan's body in turn rushed into his body like a wild horse.

Yan Kuan's body instantly turned extremely red, like a red-hot piece of iron, emitting a scorching fire, and the raging flames continued to surge to form a flame tornado.

Yan Kuan's body seemed to have become a bottomless pit, no matter how huge the energy was surging in, he would take it all.

Such an astonishing vision lasted for a long time, until Yan Kuan slowly opened his eyes with a crisp bone roar.

His closed eyes slowly opened, and the golden flame rose out strangely, swirling in the dark eyes and rendering it a brilliant golden color, and after a long while, he let out a long breath, and the flame gradually faded.

The flames faded, Yan Kuan's dark eyes were deeper than before, his figure moved and fell, and a roll of black robes was draped over his body to cover his body, "Peak Great Dou Master, only one step away from Dou Ling, Dao Xing cultivation is comparable to the Dao Palace Triple Heaven."

Although I seem to be just an ordinary cultivator of the Wheel Sea Realm now, if I really have that kind of ghostly heart, I will definitely give the other party a big surprise, and with my special cultivation of the Wheel Sea Secret Realm, my vision of the Bitter Sea is about to awaken. ”

Yan Kuan was very satisfied with his current situation, and his cultivation progress in just a few months was much faster than the previous years combined.

However, this rapid progress did not affect his foundation, the refining system of the Douqi Continent was extremely perfect, and the mixing of a variety of different pills was able to maximize the effect of medicinal materials without affecting the foundation.

Of course, the cost in this process is also very large, Yan Kuan's several transactions and the resources rolled up from the Jiujiang Dragon Bird Treasure Vault have basically been consumed in the past few months, and if you want to improve your strength so quickly, the resources required will only be more.

"It will take almost twenty years to get to the Kowloon Pull Pavilion, and I have a headache!"

Yan Kuan felt more and more that the current Ancestral Star cultivation environment was barren and lacked all kinds of resources. He specializes in cultivating a single secret realm with the Dou Po system, and the cultivation resources he needs at present are actually not too precious, and he doesn't need those little medicine kings or anything like that for the time being, but the amount is relatively large.

The cultivation resources that can be used in these Wheel Sea Realm and Dao Palace Realm are actually easy to trade in the ancient stars of Beidou or Ziwei, and Yan Kuan can easily exchange the resources he needs with alchemy, as long as he is careful when trading, he will not be targeted.

But on Zu Xing's side, even if he can refine the pill, he can't trade many resources, because the various forces in the cultivation world are basically in a state of lack of resources, and once they make a large transaction, they will be easily targeted.

"The ship will naturally go straight to the bridgehead, and the matter of resources can be thought of again, now it is better to master more means against the enemy first, and inherit the cause and effect of the ancient tomb."

Yan Kuan made up his mind and walked out along the lonely and cold white jade steps, and met a few bat beasts on the way to deliver food, so he naturally unceremoniously stored all the materials as ordered, contributing to the population control of bats.

"Zheng Zheng ......"

A burst of sword sounds came from the front, and Yan Kuan's footsteps slowed down slightly, and he came to the sword grinding stone that contained supreme sword intent.

The first time I came to this ancient cemetery palace, Yan Kuan at that time was just a sea of suffering, and he had to be cautious in the face of everything in the ancient tomb, just a glance at this sword grinding stone was injured, and he barely walked to the depths of the ancient tomb with the support of the gossip treasure box.

And now, he is comparable to a monk in the middle realm of the Dao Palace, even if he stands in front of the sword grinding stone and stretches out his hand to touch it, he will not be harmed.

"The kendo inheritance of the Great Sage Chi Songzi really makes me look forward to it."

Yan Kuan walked to the sword grinding stone step by step, and the sound of the sword became more and more fierce, as if there were countless demonic sounds running through his brain, and a trace of sword qi hit his body, making him feel boundless pain.

But these difficulties could not stop Yan Kuan's footsteps, he came to the grinding sword stone firmly, and a faint imprint appeared in the flame light pattern on his forehead and eyebrows, which was the spiritual imprint of the Red Songzi Great Sage that he had obtained from that set of chimes before.

Yan Kuan's right palm was raised, and he pressed firmly on the sword grinding stone, and the gorgeous Emperor Yan rose out and spread throughout the sword grinding stone, and the Great Sage Spirit Imprint at the center of his forehead and eyebrows exuded an incomparably bright light at this time.

Countless pictures instantly appeared in Yan Kuan's mind, a mountain peak towering into the sky came into view, and the steep one could not even stand on the birds, standing up and down, like a heavenly sword stuck in the earth.

A fierce killing intent rolled out and slashed people's hearts, making people's bodies want to split, and their bones would break. The sword aura in this place is extremely strong, and it is sonorous, as if there are thousands of heavenly swords ringing in unison, resounding between heaven and earth.

Yan Kuan's consciousness was approaching, and the sword sound was sonorous, as if there were thousands of heavenly swords ringing in unison, resounding through the heavens and the earth. His consciousness went straight to the depths of the mountain, because there was something that attracted him in that direction.

The 100,000 heavenly swords roared in unison, the sword qi slashed through the clouds, and the sword covered the sky and the sun, cutting through the ancient and modern voids. There is a sword lake at the top of the mountain, which is clear and transparent, emitting thousands of wisps of sword light, as if there is a peerless fairy sword buried.

This is the fairy sword Tianchi, the place where the great sage of Chi Songzi washed the sword, and the figure he was looking for sat next to the sword pool, holding a seemingly ordinary bronze sword, placing it on the sharpening stone to sharpen the blade carefully, and from time to time probing the blade into the pool to wash the sword.

Yan Kuan's consciousness was approaching, and the ancient great sage turned around as if by coincidence, the two seemed to cross time and space to face each other, and Chi Songzi opened his mouth slightly and spit out a word, "Sword!" ”

At this moment, an eternal light came out, brilliant and dazzling. At this moment, nothing existed anymore, only this sword light, and the sun, moon and stars in the sky all seemed insignificant, dim and lusterless. Yan Kuan's consciousness also fell into chaos again at this moment.