In the Mud Pill Palace in the heart of the eyebrows, a wisp of newborn divine consciousness floated, and the old finger that was already a soul body touched it in the air, but it was so frightened that the divine consciousness immediately fled from the wind.

Xiao Lao couldn't help but pursed his lips and snorted angrily: "It's really normal." ”

Chang Xi's palms were rubbed hot, no matter how Xiao Lao blew his eyebrows and glared, he just stared at it.

He had a plan in mind.

Freezing three feet is not a day's cold, and the same is true for divine sense tempering.

The new consciousness is like a baby, it cannot withstand any wear and tear, and requires the monk to meditate and meditate, and only by slowly cultivating this method can the consciousness gradually grow, and the time required is mostly measured in years and months, which is a long-term work, and it is not urgent to come and even more urgent.

Although there are also high-level elixirs and heavenly treasures that nourish divine consciousness in the market, and there are even supreme methods for tempering divine consciousness that occasionally flow out, they are all strange goods, and every time they appear, they will attract everyone to rush them.

The bloody wind and blood behind these elixir treasures that have changed hands several times are not known to outsiders, Chang Xi asked himself that he was just a foundation building realm cultivator, and his strength and financial resources were all under his subordinates, and he didn't have that pair of sharp enough minions to allow him to snatch food from the mouth of the cultivators.

It takes half a year to temper one's divine sense step by step until it can search for the enemy, and if you want to condense a terrifying thorn that can be used to hurt the enemy in the Mud Pill Palace, you need to be promoted to the next great realm, the Jindan Realm.

The ten thousand demons with his hands and eyes in the sky made him like a man, so he couldn't help but be in a hurry.

Xiao Lao's brows furrowed rarely, and he asked, "Looking at your bones, the old man knows that your cultivation years are still young, but you rely on a lot, and it is difficult to find an opponent in the foundation building realm level, why are you so anxious to temper your divine sense?"

Recalling the scenes he was powerless to resist under Luo Sheng, Chang Xi pondered for a moment and said: "The junior was chased and killed by the evil cultivators of the Ten Thousand Demons in Cangxi Prefecture, and he couldn't help himself, if he couldn't improve his strength as soon as possible, I'm afraid that the next time we meet again will be when I die." ”

"Ten Thousand Demons?"

Xiao Lao's eyes widened, not knowing what it was.

Chang Xi suddenly realized that there should not have been such an evil organization as the Ten Thousand Demons a few decades ago, and immediately explained to Xiao Lao that in recent years, the Evil Dao Sect in the southern territory of the Western Regions had formed the Ten Thousand Demons and wanted to fight against the Immortal Dao Alliance.

The disapproving look on Old Xiao's face receded like a tide in an instant, and was replaced by the invincibility of the head of a sect, with a sneer and ridicule.

"Who is my Dao, it turned out to be a few old bone thieves in the southern Xinjiang of the Western Regions, and they probably want to expand their territory while Kyushu is weak, they did it decades ago, but this time they put on the coat of ten thousand demons like a dog. ”

Xiao Lao paused for a moment as if he remembered something, and said with ridicule: "Since the Ten Thousand Demons can sneak into the Kyushu realm with such a swagger, I'm afraid that the Great Wilderness Hall of the Western Regions is already a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and it will be difficult to protect itself." ”

Chang Xi was secretly speechless, the Great Wilderness Hall in Xiao Lao's mouth and Qingyun Mountain were both one of the five sects in the Immortal Dao Alliance. Obedient to the meaning, back then, there was some unpleasant friction between the Bishan Mausoleum and the Great Wilderness Palace.

The topic of the old and the young changed several times, and finally returned to the latter's divine consciousness.

Xiao Lao's eyes narrowed slightly, looked at the life in front of him, and said slowly: "I said before that you rely on a lot, and you are good or bad. The old man has a seed qi lotus in his hand that contains and strengthens his divine sense, if it is implanted in your mud pill palace, it will not only save you from boring meditation, but also allow you to temper your divine consciousness in a rapid way, and you can easily trample others under your feet, do you dare to take it?"

With such an anti-heaven divine object, Chang Xi naturally wanted to save a lot of hard work with a Qi Lotus, so why not do it? Clenching his fists and struggling for a long time, Chang Xi let go of his clenched lips, made a great determination, and spit out a word.

"Hehe, thanks to you for not saying a word. ”

Xiao Lao's eyes were full of light, and he said unhurriedly: "If you just said that you want to, for the sake of seeing that you are a disciple of Qingyun Mountain, the old man will not abolish your foundation cultivation, but the fate of you and me will end here." ”

Xiao Lao glanced at Chang Xi, who was in a cold sweat, and said, "On the road of cultivation, cultivating oneself is the most important thing. If you only blindly covet convenience and only know how to rely on the power of treasures, and when you reach a higher realm, you will be just a clown in the eyes of others. ”

Chang Xi was in a cold sweat, and he woke up the person in his dream with a word.

There was a finger in his abdomen, and Xiao Lao's solemn voice sounded in Chang Xi's ears: "Hold your breath and concentrate, condense your sword intent!"

The sword intent on Chang Xi's spiritual platform swept through, and the appearance of the spiritual platform had roughly changed into a sword shape, and the fierce sword intent surrounded the fingertips of Xiao Lao's body.

Xiao Lao said in appreciation: "The sword intent is good. ”

It's a pity that Chang Xi didn't have time to sell himself and boast, and the suction power in the sword spirit root that was suddenly swelling by Xiao Lao's fingertips instantly pulled out more spiritual power, and the sword spirit root was like a child who loved candy in the center of his hand, and he plucked up his temper and wanted to snatch it back, but found that he even had the candy in his pocket emptied.

Xiao Lao smiled at Jian Linggen: "What a little hairy boy who picks the door, hiding such a sword intent for the New Year?"

Hearing this, Jian Linggen screamed angrily, jumped up and scratched the belly of the bad old man's condensed amazing sword intent, and after scratching for a long time, he didn't see a trace of scratching, so he had to sit on the spirit platform in frustration, like an angry little daughter-in-law.

The sword intent condensed by the fingertips was already like substance, like a silver piece floating up and down Xiao Lao's fingertips. Xiao Lao looked down at the golden dragon phantom with his head held high among the boiling golden blood sea on Chang Xi's chest, and the expression on his face was a little solemn, and he made a gesture of please.

The golden dragon phantom groaned for a moment, and then a high-pitched dragon chant resounded through the sea of blood.

Several whirlwinds were born out of thin air on the sea of blood, fusing with each other, and gradually there was a magnificent posture of the dragon absorbing water, and a blood-colored torrent soared with the dragon absorbing water, converging into a ball at Xiao Lao's fingertips.

Xiao Lao bowed slightly to the golden dragon phantom, the golden dragon phantom closed his eyes and stopped looking, and the dragon water absorbed by the fusion of several whirlwinds in the blood sea quietly dispersed, and the golden waves returned to calm.

One finger of sword intent, one finger of dragon blood, two fingers intersect, stabbed into the center of the eyebrows!

Chang Xi was like thunder for a while, the pain in his mind that seemed to tear almost drowned him, his body trembled like chaff, his eyes were red and he clenched his teeth, and every breath and every second became incomparably long at this time.

Veteran Xiao saw Chang Xi's expression in his eyes and sped up the speed of his hand.

The sword is intended to be a furnace, and the dragon's blood is copper, and Xiao Lao gradually merges the two things that are incompatible with each other with the method of casting bells. Although the terrifying temperature on his fingertips was scorching and domineering, Xiao Lao suppressed it in the slightest with his divine power without hurting anyone, and his nascent divine consciousness hid in the distance and trembled.

The dragon's blood in the furnace made of sword intent was boiling, as bright as golden soup.

The furnace is crooked, the boiling golden soup rushes out, the size of Xiao Lao's fingertips is not more than a square inch, but there are many prohibitions like stars, the fingertips dance like a skilled woman's hands wrapped in silk, the boiling golden soup is like a weaving cloth around the fingers, the gestures are spiraling, and the golden horses are woven into a bronze bell in a moment.

The furnace ding was returned to the spiritual power sword intent, because of the divine power flame quenching, the power did not decrease but increased, and was rubbed by Xiao Lao between his fingers and punched into the golden bell, in one go, for a time the golden bell bell resounded throughout the mud pill palace.

Xiao Lao's figure suddenly dimmed, his fingers withdrew from his eyebrows, his eyebrows raised, and he found that this kid's mud pill palace was stirred up like this and he was still unconscious, he was still gritting his teeth and insisting, blood was overflowing between his lips and teeth, and his clothes were already wet.

In the Mud Pill Palace, Jin Zhong Weng Ming turned the torn pain away, Chang Xi suddenly gasped like a fish thrown ashore, and it took a long time to recover, and then he noticed that there was an ancient monster in the Mud Pill Palace, and couldn't help asking.

Xiao Lao smiled and said, "This is the sword bell, for you to cultivate and temper your divine sense." ”

The sword bell is golden all over, the inside and outside of the bell are engraved with delicate formation lines, and the big bell slowly turns solemnly from a distance, and it is faintly in line with the heart rhythm beating, and the end is mysterious.

Chang Xi's divine sense sometimes circled around the sword bell, and sometimes he got into the sword bell, but he didn't find how to cultivate and temper his divine sense, and he couldn't help but look at Xiao Lao suspiciously.

Xiao Lao sneered: "How will the bell ring?"

Chang Xi was cautious: "Knock?"

Xiao Lao was about to fight: "Rely on the collision!"

Chang Xi couldn't see anything else in the Mud Pill Palace that could ring the sword bell until he fixed his gaze on his weak, pitiful and helpless divine sense, and couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, wouldn't it?

Xiao Lao handed over an unkind look.

"Boom!"

The weak divine consciousness slammed his head on the sword bell with the tragic momentum of Ning Weiyu being broken rather than being a tile, making a pitiful sound smaller than the sound of mosquitoes, as for the bang, it was completely caused by Chang Xi's own will.

As his divine sense hit the bell, Chang Xi only felt a tingling pain in his mind, and his whole body twitched. He had thought that the weak nascent Divine Consciousness would be injured, but when he re-experienced the situation in the Mud Pill Palace, he found that the Divine Consciousness was not only not injured, but faintly stronger?

As if seeing Chang Xi's doubts, Xiao Lao said: "The sword bell is made from the dragon blood in your body and the sword intent as the base. Hit the bell with your divine sense, and most of the bell ringing sound is your pure sword intent and dragon breath. Temper the strength of your divine consciousness with sword intent, and at the same time simultaneously nourish your divine consciousness with dragon breath. ”

Chang Xi was already stunned after hearing this, it turned out that there was such a magical means of cultivating divine consciousness in the world, he touched his head and said depressedly: "But why does it sound like self-harm?"

Xiao Lao said with a smile: "If you don't endure hardships and hardships, how can you become a master?" The strength of the divine consciousness tempered in this way is far beyond your imagination, the more painful you hit the bell, the better the effect of tempering the divine sense. Not to mention that the sword bell itself can be attacked and defended, the attack is to sharpen your divine consciousness like a sword, and the guard is to block the opponent's divine consciousness attack with the sword bell body, you kid can take care of it, don't be in the blessing and don't know the blessing. ”

One old and one young have been discussing for a long time, although the passage of time in the outside world is slow, it can also be seen that the mountain tomb is about to return to the void.

Xiao Lao flicked his fingers and hit one place, showing a teleportation formation, and took a deep look at Chang Xi and said: "The time is almost up, it's time to separate, although this teleportation array can't send you back to Qingyun Mountain, but it is enough to bring you back to Huizhou." ”

Chang Xi was silent for a long time, then raised his head and asked, "What about you, Old Xiao?"

The picture scroll stretching across the sky dissipated, and the mountain mausoleum was like Xiao Lao, all of which looked like a dull decay. Xiao Lao's somewhat rickety waist straightened a little, and his face was relieved, "The old man is a dead person, and he used the entire mountain mausoleum as a formation to keep this soul body and steal his life, and it is no regret to see you, the half apprentice of the old man Mo before leaving." ”

This old man, who once saved the general of Kyushu, has a slender back, but in Chang Xi's eyes, he has become extremely tall. In a trance, Chang Xi seemed to have crossed the long river of time and saw the majestic figure that was once on the top of the mountain mausoleum.

Chang Xi bent down to the end, kept this back in mind, and stepped into the teleportation array.

All the surviving disciples of various sects and sects were expelled from the mausoleum, and there was no more than half a living person in the mausoleum, and a thousand zhang of glory rose in the mausoleum, like a return to the light.

Xiao Yishan looked into the distance, passing through the countless rivers and mountains of Kyushu, crossing the Kunlun moat, and pointing directly at the hinterland of the Demon Domain.

This old man, who is worthy of the respect of thousands of monks all over the world, finally looked at the green clouds from afar, and the old tears were full of tears.

There is nostalgia, reluctance, relief, and determination.

"Goodbye, old friend. ”

Xiao Yishan closed his eyes and whispered softly, and the mountain tomb once again returned to the void of dead silence. 8)