But Luo Xiaotian was very idle, after he broke through to the middle stage of contemplation, he found that it was too difficult for him to go further and break through to the peak of contemplation. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

However, he needs strength. Three years of calm did not make him put down his vigilance against the Purple Sky Rune Sect, he always felt that the Purple Sky Rune Sect was still planning something, and if there was any more movement, it would be the time to give him a fatal blow. He couldn't think of anything to pay attention to deal with the Purple Heaven Rune Sect, and the only way to solve this dilemma was to work hard to improve his strength.

His qualifications are not good, but the Divine Soul is not limited to the limitations of his physique, and compared to the breakthrough in cultivation, the progress of the Divine Soul is easier.

Therefore, when he used Yang Xing to refine his soul, he tried his best to let the divine soul go to a high place. Qianzhang is a hurdle, Luo Xiaotian was able to go to the height of Qianzhang a year ago, and refine his soul with the help of Yang Xing.

Yang Xing's soul refining is much more dangerous than refining the soul with the power of the moon, the sun is a big fireball, and its true fire can burn all the evil in heaven and earth. Especially for the soul body, there is great restraint. And the moonlight is the light refracted by the yang star, and compared to the meaning of the sun's true fire, I don't know how much it has been weakened, and there is not much danger.

If the monk's spirit is near the sun, it will be burned out. However, if the distance is far enough and it happens to be at an appropriate distance, it can also be used to refine the impurities in the divine soul with the help of the true fire of the sun, making the divine soul more pure and tough. Luo Xiaotian suspected that if the divine soul was tempered strong enough, it could also leave the body and get close to the sun without being destroyed.

He was constantly trying to get closer to the sun, and even if he couldn't reach the highest point, he could at least refine his soul stronger. When the time comes, the body will be destroyed, and it will not die on the spot. Prepare for the worst, don't you?

Now, Luo Xiaotian's divine soul is at a height of 4,000 zhang. He found that every time he got older, it took a while to get used to it. For example, when he entered the high altitude above a thousand feet, it took him a month to get used to the feeling of refining his soul with a stronger Sun True Fire. It's like putting your soul into the flame to be tempered, and when you get used to it, you raise the temperature, and you need to adapt slowly to keep your soul from collapsing.

Luo Xiaotian was already at an altitude of 4,000 zhang like a fish in water, heading towards 5,000 zhang. He felt in his heart that if he could break through 5,000 zhang, he would gain something.

His spirit gradually rose, pausing briefly at a height of four thousand five hundred zhang. Although it has adapted to the height of 4,000 zhang, it is still a little laborious to rush up in one breath.

Looking up from the perspective of the divine soul, the colors of the voids above 5,000 zhang are a little different. The boundary of five thousand feet upwards is purple. There was a purple flame that almost condensed into a solid flame.

One blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion.

This was his second attempt to break through to 5,000 zhang.

The first time, it was burned by the purple flames, and the soul was almost burned out. This time, with preparation, if you can't break through again, you may not have a chance.

His expression was solemn, and his spirit slowly flew upwards.

Before he reached more than 5,000 zhang, he could feel the high temperature there, and wisps of purple fire seeped down from more than 5,000 zhang and burned on his soul. He thought that enough divine souls had been refined, and wisps of black qi came out in the scorching of the purple fire, which was the impurities in the divine soul, which were tempered by the true fire of the sun. If it is to the extreme, it will be able to achieve the immortality of the soul, and the power of the soul will increase greatly.

At first, he just felt a little hot, but the more he went up, the more scorching it became, and at a height of 4,600 zhang, Luo Xiaotian felt like he had been thrown into the oven. His body on the cliff also began to heat up.

The boiled fish who was guarding the side saw that Luo Xiaotian's body began to heat up, and babbled a few times, according to what Luo Xiaotian said to him before, a bucket of water with half a bucket of ice cubes was poured on him.

It was like water poured on a burning iron plate, and in the sound of sizzling, white water vapor came out, and as soon as it fell on Luo Xiaotian's body, it was evaporated.

The boiled fish clapped his hands happily, and buckets of ice water poured on Luo Xiaotian's body, which always lowered the temperature on his body.

"Babble, babble!" The boiled fish gestured towards the sky, he knew that Luo Xiaotian's spirit was above, and he was asking Luo Xiaotian for credit.

Luo Xiaotian's spirit paused slightly, and he continued to fly upward.

By the time he reached four thousand nine hundred zhang, his soul was completely wrapped in purple flames, as if he was about to be burned out in this flame. The black qi that floated out of his divine soul also changed from one wisp to more than a dozen, and was burned out in the burning of the purple fire.

Although it looks terrifying, it is still within his reach.

Gritting his teeth, he decided to break through the last hundred zhang left in one go.

It seemed to be preventing him from reaching more than five thousand zhang, and the purple fire became more and more ferocious, and he felt that his soul seemed to be burned out in the next moment.

Below, the boiled fish was also extremely good, and buckets of ice water were dumped on Luo Xiaotian's body, and he couldn't cool it down.

The boiled fish babbled anxiously, his face was embarrassed, and finally he pouted, and he actually took out the fire tripod.

There are two forces of water and fire in Kanhuo Ding, and the boiled fish can now slightly urge the power in it, and it is no longer just a big hammer in his hands. But he has some hatred for the power of cold water, and now there is no way, to lower the temperature of Luo Xiaotian's body, the ice water is no longer enough.

The boiled fish grabbed Luo Xiaotian's body with his small arms, and threw him into the fire without any effort.

Urging the power of the water in the fire ding, a chill suddenly dispersed. The temperature of Luo Xiaotian's body was slowly lowered.

High in the sky, Luo Xiaotian endured the pain of the purple fire burning soul and rushed up.

There are ...... left. The last ten zhang!

Every time it rises, the temperature of the purple fire will rise by a notch.

I'm going up!

Luo Xiaotian followed Zihuo to compete with him. You won't let me go up, I'm going to go up!"

...... Left One foot!

Three-foot ......

Two-foot ......

The last foot!

Almost where you can reach out, the purple fire is burning Luo Xiaotian's divine soul, not impurities, it is the divine soul body.

He felt that if he persisted...... I want to be in this purple fire...... Die.

...... If you have the ability, you will burn me!

Luo Xiaotian launched a ruthless attack, but he flew up again.

Slowly moving up, like a turtle crawling.

Get up to me!

It's here!

One hand, to a height of 5,000 feet.

Either you're going to burn me, or you're going to let me go up!"

The Purple Flame ...... Flinched.

In the end, Luo Xiaotian was not burned to death.

When he reached an altitude of five thousand zhang, the purple fire around him began to ...... Boils.

Luo Xiaotian felt that the temperature around him was unbearable, he used to break through to a thousand zhang, so he left quickly, and after recovering, he came back to adapt.

There was a roar, like thunder across the sky, and I saw a purple thunderbolt falling from the sky and falling where Luo Xiaotian's soul was. The height of five thousand zhang was like a piece of ground, and purple thunder and lightning fell, bombarding Luo Xiaotian's body.

A purple stele, from the place where the thunder and lightning fell, condensed with purple fire as the body.

On the stele, there are two lines of words engraved -

(To be continued.) )