The next morning, on the edge of the cliff.

Chang Xi crosses his knees and exhales, and the wisp of innate Hongmeng qi at sunrise in the east is the most rare, which is a compulsory lesson every day. As the spiritual power in his body traveled through a full week, Chang Xi opened his eyes, and the injuries in his arms and palms that were obvious yesterday had now recovered intact, and the recovery ability of the golden blood was as strong as ever.

Recalling the voice that suddenly sounded in his head and the uncontrolled left hand when he fought with the man in the cloak, Chang Xi's face was cloudy for a while. Because if you think about it carefully, it seems that the same thing happened when you were alone in the previous three years. When faced with a life-and-death crisis, some parts of the body react much more than usual. Chang Xi asked himself if he hadn't had these supernormal reactions at those times, he would have died countless times.

He suddenly remembered that after falling off the cliff, the faceless figure in the dream.

Chang Xi's eyes were solemn, he calmed down and looked at his body, and manipulated the spiritual power boy to carefully examine his whole body several times, but he didn't find anything abnormal.

"No way, if there's something parasitic inside me, I can't be unaware. Chang Xi was extremely surprised, and then he was not convinced, and he used the internal vision technique to repeatedly examine it several times, but there was still no gain, so he gave up.

Chang Xi pulled his hair fiercely, how could he have low strength, and the techniques he knew were only those listed in the disciple's jade slip, and it was tantamount to a fool's dream to rely on these to find out some clues.

"That's it, anyway, I don't see any harm in this matter, and when I am successful in my cultivation in the future, I am not afraid that I will not be able to find out. ”

After experiencing this descent, Chang Xi has never been so thirsty for strength as he is now. If you don't have enough strength, you can't protect the people around you. Every enemy you encounter has to cost your life to win a difficult victory, and if you don't improve your strength, sooner or later you will fall under someone else's sword.

Chang Xi picked up Tianhuang lying in front of him and stood up, and pulled out his sword with a "poof", just about to prove his new understanding of the sword technique, and the change was rampant.

Chang Xi looked at the moon rainbow in his hand in shock, for some reason, the weight of the moon rainbow sword suddenly increased to the point that he couldn't control it, and the terrifying weight of the moon rainbow pressed Chang Xi to smash it on the ground with his hands, smashing out a deep pit. Chang Xi's blood sea cyclone was already roaring in unison, and five thousand catties of strength came into being, but he could only barely lift Yuehong, as for swinging the sword and slashing, he didn't even think about it. Chang Xi stabbed out with all his might, and almost took the person out with him.

"What the hell is going on?"

Chang Xi placed the moon rainbow on the ground, and did not find anything unusual about the moon rainbow sword body. And he also found that as soon as the rainbow left his hand, the weight would become normal again, and no matter where it touched, it would become extremely heavy again.

Chang Xi, who was puzzled, could be described as scratching his ears and cheeks. Yuehong is Chang Xi's indispensable and important combat power, and a sword cultivator without a sword in his hand is like a lion without teeth. What's more, the Yuehong Sword is extraordinary, and in Chang Xi's hands, it can even fight beyond the level, but now Yuehong can't use it, which is no different from breaking people's arms.

Chang Xi, who was thinking hard, suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and sank down to feel the spirit of the artifact of the Heavenly Desolate Sword Scabbard. In the depths of his mind, the Heavenly Desolation Spirit sensed Chang Xi's arrival, and quickly floated over. The body shape of the sword scabbard of the Heavenly Desolation Spirit became more and more rounded, and the original sharp edges and corners of the scabbard became chubby, like small hands and feet, hooked and shaken, very cute.

Chang Xi was surprised by the changes in the Heavenly Desolation Spirit, most of the information that the Heavenly Desolation Spirit was able to convey to him before was of unclear meaning, just like the crying and laughter of a newborn child. But right now, Chang Xi was able to read some permission to understand from the fluctuations fed back by the Heavenly Desolation Spirit. This couldn't help but make him overjoyed, thinking that it was Tianhuang who was accompanied by Yuehong day and night, and Yuehong absorbed the surrounding spiritual power by herself and fed back some of it to Tianhuang. If it weren't for that, when he faced the demon fire that was enough to kill the Jindan Realm cultivator, it would never be possible for the shield that the Heavenly Desolation had unfolded on its own to block it.

After laughing and playing with the Heavenly Desolate Spirit for a while, Chang Xi began to try to communicate with the Heavenly Desolate Spirit.

"Tianhuang, do you know what happened to Yuehong?" Chang Xi conveyed a thought, and at the same time used his hands and feet, for fear that Tianhuang would not understand what he meant.

The Spirit of the Heavenly Desolation looked at Chang Xi, was slightly stunned, and then flew around twice, and his chubby body folded twice towards Chang Xi, as if he was nodding his head.

Chang Xi was overjoyed, and hurriedly asked again: "Tell me, what's wrong with Yuehong?"

This time, the Spirit of the Heavenly Desolation tilted its body, swaying left and right as if it was crossing its waist, and flew up again and patted Chang Xi lightly on the face, and then laughed out loud as if it was crossed on its waist.

Chang Xi stroked his forehead with his hand, his face full of black lines.

Looking at the performance of the Heavenly Desolate Spirit in front of him, and then hearing a series of emotions in his heart such as "unhappy", "teach me a lesson", "Whip hard", "Angry to death" and so on, Chang Xi already knew what was going on. After playing with the spirit of the desolation for a while, he withdrew from his mind, looked at Yuehong who was lying in front of him like an uncle, and sighed helplessly.

......

"Huh, you want to learn the method of refining the body?"

In the Tibetan Dao Palace, Mo Lao shook his feet, took away the felt hat that was only half broken on his face, looked at Chang Xi, who was respectfully clenching his fists, and asked suspiciously.

Mo Lao sat up and touched his bare chin and squinted his eyes: "But I see that your cultivation in the blood sea is quite good, how can you get five thousand catties to do it with all your strength, and you have five thousand catties of strength in refining qi realm cultivation, what else do you want?"

Chang Xi's heart froze, Mo Lao could see through his sea of blood at a glance, this cultivation was really unfathomable. After a little hesitation, he told the truth.

Mo Lao was really interested, and looked at the Yuehong sword hanging on Chang Xi's waist and said, "Pull out the sword and I'll take a look." ”

Chang Xi took out his sword in response, but as soon as the sword was unsheathed, Chang Xi's hand holding the sword suddenly sank to the ground, and stopped falling at the moment when it was about to touch the ground.

The strong divine sense looked around Yuehong again and again, Mo Lao's brows were furrowed, he still didn't see any clues, and couldn't help but look at Chang Xi's trembling hand suspiciously, "You won't be putting on a show, right?"

Chang Xi gave Mo Lao an angry expression.

"Okay, okay, you put it away, so you want to improve your strength by practicing alchemy, so that you can lift this sword?"

"Yes. Chang Xi put away the moon rainbow and responded.

Mo Lao smiled and said: "Well, the old man once promised you that if you shine in the Kuixing Pavilion, I will give you a creation, but I didn't expect that you kid will learn a good kung fu to collect debts." ”

"That's it, tomorrow morning, you come to the Tibetan Dao Peak Mo Ranju to look for me, and with this token, the disciples of the Tibetan Dao Peak will not stop you, and where is Mo Ranju, you can just find a disciple and ask about it, and then I will send you a creation." Mo Lao took out a token and handed it to Chang Xi, with a smile on his face, "But it's going to be very hard." ”

Chang Xi said angrily: "Old Mo, do you think I look like the kind of person who is afraid of hardship and tiredness?"

Mo Lao laughed, took out the felt hat that was only half left and put it on his face to block the sunlight above his head, and shook his feet leisurely.

"That kind of thing, if you don't experience it once, who will know? ”