The hot spiritual power rose from within the dantian, and Zhou Xingyu shook his head with a wry smile. Refining pills is a technical work, there are always waste pills that cannot be heated, most of such pills are burned into waste residue or the medicinal properties have changed, of course, there are also a little lack of fire, and the medicinal properties are not up to the standard pills at all, so they are directly ignored. Such an elixir, even if it is taken, compared to a qualified elixir, the medicinal power emitted is very low, it is a three-part poison, and cultivating the outer pill is simply a process of constantly taking the pill to impact the realm, and then spending an extremely long time to quench the impurities.

And the medicinal power contained in this waste pill is extremely low, and there are many impurities, in the Miaocheng Sect, even the little disciples of the outer sect disdain to take it. What are you kidding? In the flames of the center of the Earth Fire Palace, Gan Ping was integrated into a wisp of innate Tu Shi extinguishing the true flame and fire qi, and the quality of the refined pills was improved by the province, the same pills were divided into one, two, three, and four, if they were refined out of the third and fourth rank pills, they were simply directly thrown away, Zhou Xingyu, who was the core disciple of the Earth Fire Palace, when had he ever taken the waste pill?

But the current situation no longer allowed him to be picky eaters, and these scattered pills that had been obtained from his own killing of Sanxiu were thrown into his mouth by him, turning into a mixture of fiery medicinal power like blades, and spreading out, nourishing the meridians and dantian that had dried up and forcibly urged countless cracks. "Damn, if this spear fully recognizes the Lord, why did it end up in such a field?"

Zhou Xingyu couldn't help cursing in annoyance, and the dim three-strand fork in his palm flashed with a trace of almost undetectable light, this artifact was subdued by Zhou Xingyu as a last resort, but even if Zhou Xingyu made rapid progress, he couldn't completely refine this magic spear at the moment, let alone subdue the artifact spirit in it. Although this magic spear is very majestic, only he knows the pain in it, and he can't put it away if he wants to hold this artifact to swagger through the market!

At this point, this spear is still unmoved by itself, and I'm afraid that the machine spirit in it also wants to be killed and choose the master again. The warm sea breeze blew across Zhou Xingyu's face, and the pale Feng Yaoying on the side sat on top of a cloud-like magic weapon, fortunately, the white cloud peak refined by the Kuishui True Cloud Silk collected from the Nine Heavens Gang Wind itself has a vacancy ability, otherwise the two of them would be exhausted and chased and killed, and on this vast sea, there is really no place to stay.

In this vast overseas, it is not only the pursuers behind him who threaten life, but also the terrifying fierce beasts and monsters that flash from time to time, the overseas is boundless, no one knows what the end of the sea is, in such a huge sea area, there are naturally countless powerful demon beasts, and it is the existence of these demon beasts, the monks of the Tianfu Continent will not go deep into this sea area at all unless they are forced to do so.

Stuffing the last remaining inferior spirit pill on his body into his mouth, Zhou Xingyu glanced at Feng Yaoying, who had a gloomy expression beside him, sat cross-legged on top of the White Cloud Barrier, and began to cultivate with his Twenty-Eight Star Disillusionment Divine Spear in his arms. I can't die! Not for myself, for Yaoyao, I have to fight to the death with someone who comes!

Three thousand zhang below him, it was the vast blue sea, and as Zhou Xingyu urged the immortal qi in his body, the vitality between heaven and earth began to stir. There is no immortal qi in this realm, even if a monk who has survived the heavenly tribulation, if he wants to cultivate a trace of immortal qi, he can only rely on purifying and compressing the spiritual qi to complete, but when the door of the immortal realm is opened, the pure yang qi and immortal qi of the endless lunch break surge, which makes this realm also undergo subtle changes.

The strange thing is that with Zhou Xingyu's cultivation, in the sea water below, a huge black shadow swept from time to time, which was fleeting and difficult to see. Feng Yaoying, who was also sitting cross-legged next to Zhou Xingyu, looked at his increasingly mature and handsome face, and her eyes were full of tenderness and sweetness.

Speaking of which, Zhou Xingyu is not a beautiful man, with a slightly round face, with a bit of immaturity and youthfulness, he is only a teenager under twenty, but along the way, the hardships and dangers he has suffered have made this young man much calmer.

Just when Feng Yaoying's beautiful eyes looked at Zhou Xingyu without blinking, Lang Lang's laughter came from a distance, and I saw a man in a simple robe with two wide sleeves that could almost sweep to the ground walked out, and above his head, a strange high crown about two feet long was erected above his head, and the whole person looked old-fashioned and weird.

If Gan Ping, who has read the ancient Taoist classics, is here, he can immediately recognize that what the person is wearing is the most popular costume 10,000 years ago. The man looked very strange with white powder on his face, and he stepped out of the spatial crack thousands of miles away in the distance, and walked slowly.

Although it seems that the movement is extremely slow, step by step, but every time he takes a step, a cloud will appear under his feet to support him, this person takes a thousand miles, but a few breaths, he has already come to the two of them, hehe sneered.

"Miao Chengzong's boy, you escaped fast enough, it's a pity that you don't cultivate enough, and you take a woman with you, otherwise you may really be able to escape!"

This person's gaze slowly swept over Zhou Xingyu, who was pranayama on his knees, and his fierce gaze flashed away on the spear in his arms, and he was a little more surprised when he looked at Feng Yaoying. "Enchanting Seven Tricks Exquisite Heart? Rare, Rare!" When the man's gaze swept over Feng Yaoying, his eyes immediately lit up, "My Nangong Xiaojian is really lucky, I can actually touch the enchanting Seven Tricks Exquisite Heart, hahahaha..."

The stiff and stereotypical laughter sounded weird and harsh, like countless sharp swords constantly hitting and screaming, and the sound reached the ears of Zhou Xingyu and Feng Yaoying, and the two of them shook in unison, spurting out a mouthful of blood. The smile on Zhou Xingyu's face was even more bitter, it turned out that this Nangong Xiaojian was playing a game of cat and mouse, otherwise, with the strength he showed now, he would have already been killed by him, how could it be possible to escape overseas?

"Edict!" Coldly guarding that Feng Yaoying pointed into a sword, and pointed at the center of Nangong Xiaojian's eyebrows, a bright red and dazzling red silk was wrapped around her jade lotus-like arm, exuding faint mana fluctuations, which was obviously extraordinary. And with this Feng Yaoying's finger, countless water columns with a thickness of more than ten zhang suddenly stood out from below, striking towards the Nangong little sword!

"Colorful Water Dividing Beasts?hahaha, don't you know that my Nangong Xiaojian is practicing the Kanshui True Self Sword Technique? Actually on this water surface, it is really beyond my power to do something with me!" Nangong Xiaojian seemed to have seen something funny, and with a palm swing, a huge sword rainbow swept over immediately, and more than three hundred colorful water dividing beasts with a body of several miles appeared from this water column, and were immediately shattered by this sword rainbow, turning into a rain of blood in the sky.

"Bondage, receive!" A trace of grief flashed in her eyes, Feng Yaoying suddenly grabbed the red silk on her jade arm, and immediately invisibly seemed to have the power of some kind of law appeared, and the breath of the entire sky tightened, although this Nangong Xiaojian was already in the realm of Immortal Monarch, but it was still bound by this strange power and stagnated for a moment.

Nangong Xiaojian's eyes shrank suddenly, and he smelled a trace of danger, and Feng Yaoying immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood, although the thaumaturgy she performed was extremely wonderful, but the gap between her and this Nangong Xiaojian's cultivation was too big, just a slight struggle, it made her veins crack, and her delicate body swayed.

Nangong Xiaojian was just about to break free from the shackles of this strange power, and the corner of his eyes swept over Feng Yaoying's pale face, and he immediately hesitated in his heart. What he wants is a living enchanting seven-trick heart, if he fights back and shocks this woman to death, it will be worth the loss, after all, this woman is just the realm of the primordial gods, and she only needs a little strength, she will be scattered.

Just as Nangong Xiaojian was hesitating, a scorching and mighty light suddenly rose from above the white cloud barrier, with boundless coercion in the sky, but the peerless aura stabbed towards the eyebrows of this Nangong Xiaojian!

Whether it was those colorful water-splitting beasts that were cannon fodder, or this Feng Yaoying's weird power that was trying her best, it was just for this blow as a cover! At this moment, Zhou Xingyu's eyes were red, his blood was full of blood, and all his essence and spirit were integrated into this blow, and the twenty-eight star disillusionment spears in his hands flashed with countless streamers, and the twenty-eight strands of stars above his head appeared from time to time, and he sent a shocking blow towards this Nangong little sword!

Whether it was Zhou Xingyu or Feng Yaoying, there was no chance of winning in the face of this world-famous sword cultivator, and only by relying on the power of these twenty-eight constellations disillusionment divine spear could it be possible to succeed in one fell swoop. After all, it is a top-grade artifact, and it only needs to exert half of its strength, and it is simply easy to repel the Nangong Xiaojian that is only in the realm of Immortal Monarch. What's more, this Nangong small sword was originally a sword cultivator, and its killing power was unparalleled in the world, but this protective power must be much worse, if it was another person, the two would not dare to risk such a blow at all.

Therefore, the two of them will join forces to set up such a game, the time is in a hurry, and there is no time to arrange it, otherwise, with Feng Yaoying's special ability, they can find a few immortal-level demon beasts in this vast ocean, and the chances of winning will be even greater. But even so, this Nangong little sword was also terrifying, and on the tip of the spear that was getting closer and closer, he smelled a trace of danger.

"Ahh······h Nangong Xiaojian roared wildly, at this moment, he couldn't care about pity and cherishing the jade, countless swords rushed in his own body, and in an instant, he broke free from the shackles of the invisible power, Feng Yaoying's face was gloomy, he fell to the sky, and his breath was dying.

Zhou Xingyu's heart was shocked, but he burned his already small amount of True Yuan mana even more violently, his eyes were red, and he stabbed towards the eyebrows of this Nangong little sword, and at this time, the sharp and unparalleled tip of the spear had reached less than half an inch of the eyebrows of this Nangong little sword!

However, it was only half an inch, and Zhou Xingyu was already unable to move forward a bit, and the small and delicate transparent little sword gushed out from the center of his eyebrows, blocking in front of the eyebrows of this Nangong little sword. This small sword didn't seem to have the slightest strength, but no matter how Zhou Xingyu urged it, it was difficult for the spear in his hand to advance even a single point.

"If you can force me to use the sword heart, you kid can be regarded as a character, but it's a pity that it ends here!" Nangong Xiaojian's face was gloomy, and a few words popped out between his teeth, he almost capsized in the gutter, the great reputation of the twenty-eight star disillusionment spears resounded throughout the Three Realms, and even Wen Duona, who was at the peak of Da Luo's realm, could seal it, let alone himself?

If he was pierced through his brain by this gun, thinking of this, Nangong Xiaojian couldn't help but shudder, he didn't dare to think about it anymore, and his gaze at Zhou Xingyu was even more cold and murderous. Zhou Xingyu secretly complained in his heart, no matter how he urged, this divine spear seemed to be nailed in mid-air, and it couldn't break through the barrier of the Nangong Little Sword Heart Sword at all.

The strength of the sword cultivation body is integrated into this heart sword, and in the Miao Cheng Sect, the one who condenses the heart sword is only that Mo Yifeng, and it has just been formed, even Gan Ping's cultivation is Tongtian, and he has not been able to cultivate his own heart sword. After all, he is not a sword cultivator who is obsessed with swordsmanship, and it is normal that he has not been able to condense the heart sword. However, it can also be seen from this that this heart sword is such a rare thing, it is related to the life of sword cultivation, and it is more important than the physical body, and it can force this Nangong little sword to use the heart sword, if it is passed out, Zhou Xingyu is enough to be proud.

With a smile, Nangong Xiaojian slowly stretched out his hand, and the endless sword light jumped from his fingertips, slowly fishing, and stretched out to Zhou Xingyu very slowly. He just wanted this talented and brilliant young man to slowly dry up and die of death, and his blood began to boil at the thought of such a boy with infinite possibilities in the future to die under his hands.

Zhou Xingyu saw the sword light, slowly pointed to his eyebrows, and couldn't help but change his expression, twisting the gun desperately, but unfortunately he still didn't move at all, just when he was in a panic, a laugh came from behind him. "Bullying children..."

Before the words fell, the big hand that had been slender and powerful had already placed itself on the barrel of this magic spear, and gently twisted and sent! The whole process was careless and smooth, Zhou Xingyu only felt that the original barrier like an iron plate at the tip of the spear immediately turned into tissue paper under this power, and with a bang, the head of Nangong Xiaojian was immediately penetrated by the sharp tip of the spear!

At the same time, a dark golden giant stick has been knocked on the back of the Nangong Xiaojian's head, adhering to the consistent shooting style, Huo'er is still a good hand at beating the stuffy stick behind his back, the whole process is smooth, without a trace of fireworks, Zhou Xingyu was dumbfounded, when he saw Huo'er's strange little face, the hanging heart was put down, "Senior Brother Ganping, save her, she is Uncle Mo's daughter!" After saying this, he fainted cleanly.

He fainted, leaving Gan Ping and Huoshenzi with a look of surprise on their faces, "Gang, what did he say just now?" Gan Ping stammered and asked, Huoshenzi rolled his eyes, indicating that he didn't understand, only Huo'er, a heartless little thing, pounced on the body of the Nangong little sword with a cheer, and the little claws flew and scavenged.