In a stone platform deep in the palace, the air around is extremely hot, and the flowers and plants are withered.

Next to the stone platform, there are four stone pillars, and there is a stone dragon entrenched on the stone pillars, which is majestic and sacred.

At this time, on a stone dragon, the divine pattern was bright, and the stone body of the stone dragon became red, as if it was like a flame dragon, and the open dragon's mouth erupted a terrifying red torrent at this time.

The crimson torrent exuded a palpitating heat, all of which poured on the sitting figure in the center of the stone platform, and the hot smoke rose up, which was quite terrifying.

Qin Wuxi's forehead was squirming, and his body was trembling even more, clenching his teeth, as if he was enduring great pain.

The flesh and blood that had been tempered by the fire qi seemed to be more energetic at this time, and the pain caused by the fire qi shuttling through the body seemed to have diminished.

But when another wave of fire swept in, the sharp pain swept like a tide again, making him feel painful.

Now that he had started to cultivate, Qin Wuxi naturally would not give up halfway, but kept urging the Eight Desolations Battle Body, gritting his teeth to bear the pain of the middle period, and green tendons appeared on his forehead.

"Huh"

Under the spray of the fire of the Yanlong Stone Pillar, Qin Wuxi persisted for about half an hour, and finally felt that he seemed to have endured it to the extreme, and immediately got up and totoed a little on the ground, and rushed out of the stone platform in embarrassment, landing beside Ling Qingfeng.

He felt that if he forcibly held on any longer, he was afraid that his physical body might become a mess of flesh, and the gains would outweigh the losses at that time.

Qin Wuxi lay on the ground weakly, his chest rose and fell violently, he was sweating profusely, the surface of his body was red, the high temperature emanated from his body, the flowers and plants under his body were all withered, and his body was even more faintly trembling.

Ling Qingfeng came to Qin Wuxi's side, looked down, looked at Qin Wuxi's embarrassed appearance, and said, "How?"

Qin Wuxi was sweating profusely, glanced at him weakly, looked at Ling Qingfeng, who was looking down at him, and said angrily: "What's the matter, do you think you have a sense of accomplishment when you look at me like this?"

"Don't hurry up and help me!"

Ling Qingfeng was silent, stepped forward and grabbed Qin Wuxi, and then pulled him up from the ground.

Qin Wuxi held the ground with one hand, looked at the crimson stone platform in front of him with palpitations, and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.

It's no wonder that this Yanlong Body Refining Platform has made many royal family children frightened, and the pain to be endured is really unbearable!

Qin Wuxi gritted his teeth and said, "Damn, I almost fell inside!"

Ling Qingfeng looked at Qin Wuxi with a smile in his eyes, he could faintly sense that Qin Wuxi's body was becoming more and more vigorous, obviously the repair ability of his physical body that had cultivated the Eight Desolations Battle Body was many times stronger than ordinary people.

"But the effect of tempering the flesh is indeed extremely amazing!"

Qin Wuxi shook his arm, he could feel that the fiery and sharp pain in his body was gradually dissipating, and at the same time, the flesh and blood after the tempering of the fire qi seemed to be constantly gushing out of majestic power at this time, filling the limbs and hundreds of remains.

"This is just the realm of one dragon of the Yanlong Refining Platform, if the four dragons open together, the tempering effect on the physical body is probably many times stronger than now!" Ling Qingfeng looked at the stone platform and said softly.

Qin Wuxi's face suddenly turned dark, and he said angrily: "I almost can't hold on to the realm of one dragon, if the four dragons open together, won't I turn to ashes in an instant? You don't want to murder me, do you?"

Ling Qingfeng rolled his eyes and was speechless.

Time passed again, and after about half an hour, his body recovered, Qin Wuxi stood up again, glanced at Ling Qingfeng with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and then fell on the stone platform.

Although there were still lingering palpitations from the previous pain, Qin Wuxi did not hesitate in his eyes, and as soon as his body moved, he landed on the stone platform again and sat down.

His Eight Desolation Battle Body has not been cultivated for a long time, so it has also caused his realm to stagnate these days, and there is such a good opportunity in front of him, even if he suffers a little, it is worth it!

Without a cold bone, how can the plum blossoms be fragrant, there is no pie in the sky in this world!

This is especially true when it comes to cultivation!

As soon as Qin Wuxi's figure fell onto the stone platform, Ling Qingfeng smiled lightly, and another source power roared and fell into the stone dragon.

The divine patterns on the stone dragon's body, which had originally calmed down, brightened again and turned red, and the terrifying crimson torrent erupted again, falling on Qin Wuxi's figure.

Qin Wuxi clenched his teeth again, his face was already distorted, letting the torrent pour and the heat wave rise!

There was a rare look of amazement in Ling Qingfeng's eyes, he had personally experienced the pain of this Yanlong Refining Platform, and there were very few people who could step into it again with such a firm determination after experiencing it for the first time.

This shows the perseverance of Qin Wuxi's own willpower and the strength of the spiritual world!

In the following time, Qin Wuxi was like a madman, constantly in the Yanlong Refining Platform, until his patience reached the extreme, and he fled out in embarrassment.

However, just when Ling Qingfeng thought that this was the end, he only rested and recovered for a while, and then gritted his teeth again and sat in it again against the crimson torrent.

It took a whole day, a full fifteen times, until the sunset, that Qin Wuxi dragged his tired body out of the Yanlong Refining Platform slowly.

At this time, his body was red, faintly still emitting red light, shocking, as if after being burned in a copper furnace, the high temperature slowly emitted out.

However, Ling Qingfeng could sense how terrifying the dragon-like power surging under his red body at this moment was!

His physical body, in today's continuous tempering, is at least thirty percent stronger than before!

Looking at Qin Wuxi's stumbling steps, Ling Qingfeng stepped forward quickly and hugged him, but he felt that the temperature emanating from his body even felt a slight tingling sensation from him, and he was secretly shocked.

One can imagine how terrifying the severe pain that Qin Wuxi needed to endure in his body at this time was!

"Let's stop here today!" Ling Qingfeng said.

If he continued to temper like this, he was afraid that Qin Wuxi's physical body would be overwhelmed and rotten, and he would be afraid that the gains would outweigh the losses when the time came!

Qin Wuxi nodded weakly, at this time he had reached the point of exhaustion, if he did it again, I am afraid he would really not be able to bear it.

Although the scorching pain in his body kept coming, Qin Wuxi could clearly perceive that the qi and blood in his body were boiling endlessly at this time, and his vitality was extremely vigorous.

The Jin Mo of the Eight Desolations Battle Body was also a lot brighter today, which made him secretly surprised.

He remembered that Xuan Qingyang had said that if one day he could cultivate Jin Mo to the extreme, he would probably be able to resist the attacks of martial artists below the Spirit Source Realm.

However, if he wants to reach the ultimate realm of the second stage of the Eight Desolations Battle Body, he may still need some tempering before he can reach the Dao.

"Let's go, hurry up and help me go back to take a bath first!" Qin Wuxi tilted his head and smiled at Ling Qingfeng.

The corners of Ling Qingfeng's mouth twitched, and there seemed to be some banter in his tone, and he said, "Do you need hot water?"

Qin Wuxi shook his head and said, "No need, as soon as my body is soaked, the cold water will become hot water, where do you need hot water!"

Ling Qingfeng tapped his head and said, "I remember that there is a waterhole nearby, if you just jump down, anyway, the water in the waterhole will become hot at that time, and you can save bath water!"

Qin Wuxi glanced at him and said, "Are you still reluctant to have a few buckets of bath water for the third prince?

Ling Qingfeng: "..........."

For the next few days, Qin Wuxi was immersed in the tempering of the Yanlong Refining Platform, and the crimson torrent was ruthlessly poured on his body.

At first, Qin Wuxi couldn't get used to it, and faintly this terrible scream came from the stone platform, and then he was drowned out by the heat wave.

The air near the stone platform has become extremely dry, the flowers and trees around it have long since withered, and even the temperature of the sky and the earth has risen a lot.

And before the sunset, Qin Wuxi was almost always helped back by Ling Qingfeng, his body was red, and his breathing was slight, as if he was dying.

And at night, Qin Wuxi didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, but immersed his mind in the tempering of the divine soul, and under the Nine Turns Divine Prison Plate, the figure of the divine soul was constantly crushed and reunited.

In the chaotic world, there was a crisp crushing sound continuously, and the sound was shocking, Ling Qingfeng shook his head when he saw Qin Wuxi's lifeless cultivation, a little speechless.

However, with the frenzied cultivation in the past few days, Qin Wuxi could also clearly perceive that his physical body was at least stronger than before, and as soon as he held his arm, a terrifying power surged under his skin.

The Divine Soul is also much more condensed than before, and the condensation of the Divine Pattern has even reached nearly one hundred and thirty, and the Divine Pattern Seal Array composed of such Divine Patterns has actually reached the realm of a second-order Divine Pattern Master.

However, Qin Wuxi was not in a hurry to go to Luo Qianxun to talk about accepting apprentices, and now that Fang Zheng was in the imperial city, he was not in a hurry about this matter!

The most important thing now is to concentrate on dealing with the storm in three days!

Once the heroes will meet, calm the world's top list!

As a ten-year imperial event, the appeal of the Fengyun Club is beyond doubt!

In less than ten days, the imperial city was full of people, but just when everyone was looking forward to the Fengyun meeting, a voice like thunder suddenly sounded in the sky.

Resounding in the sky, the words that reached the streets and alleys of the Imperial City were mixed with a suffocating coercion, rolling like thunder from the eastern sky.

At the same time, three streamer-like figures crossed the sky, and in the blink of an eye, they fell directly into the imperial dynasty, without giving the royal family any face.

"The Lonely Moon Dynasty Lonely Moon Line, I have long heard that the Dongyang Dynasty is about to hold a ten-year event, I came here today to take a look, if there is any offense, I hope Brother Ling will forgive me!"

The whole imperial city was shaken.