His complexion changed slightly, and Yi Zixuan did not expect that the energy contained in the elixir would be so ferocious, like a wild horse that had escaped from the horse, rampaging in his abdomen.

If an ordinary person broke through like him, he was afraid that his qi and blood would be disordered in an instant and suffer a big blow, but Yi Zixuan was not afraid, and the qi and blood all over his body rushed in and swallowed this energy.

At this moment, I saw Yi Zixuan breathing quietly, his chest rising and falling, as if following an inexplicable aura, as time passed, the sound of his breathing became louder and louder, at first it was still faintly audible, and then it was like a muffled thunder, booming.

In an instant, Yi Zixuan was shocked, and his qi and blood began to surge like a stormy wave, as if a blazing furnace fire was burning, and he rushed towards a checkpoint.

Like a monstrous wave crashing on a towering mountain, the seventh section gate shook violently, the magnitude of the vibration was unimaginable, and it was slowly thinning under the impact of qi and blood, but it would take some time.

It seems that he had expected this situation for a long time, Yi Zixuan's face did not change, and he picked up the second iris and put it in his mouth, at this time, his qi and blood were shaken, and he digested and absorbed faster!

"The seventh section gate, break it for me!"

Thundered!

The huge thunder sounded, and the seventh section gate was shattered, Yi Zixuan didn't feel the changes in his body at this time, and directly took the last iris down, taking advantage of the fact that his body was full of blood at this time, hoping to open the eighth section gate in one fell swoop.

Because thirty-six is secretly the number of Tiangang, when others break through the Dao Ji Xiaocheng, their strength will have an explosion, and they can basically reach eight thousand catties, so it is not enough to break through the seventh section gate.

It's just that the sky doesn't fulfill people's wishes, at this time, the qi and blood in Yi Zixuan's body are unprecedentedly strong, but he was defeated again and again in front of the eighth section, and two hours later, he felt a little tired mentally, so he gave up rushing without hesitation.

Yi Zixuan opened his eyes, his face was sad or joyless, and he sat like this until dawn, and then, he looked at the rolling river outside Youchao Village, and secretly made a decision.

In the Linyue Mountain, there are endless barren ancient forests.

Yi Zixuan walked in it, carrying a steel sword behind his back, striding forward, not stopping anywhere, his body was full of qi and blood, and once the poisonous insects, snakes and ants approached him, they would be shocked into powder.

In today's realm, with seven festival gates and a power of seven thousand eight hundred catties, ordinary low-level fierce beasts are no longer in his eyes, with the existence of the Cangyue Star Sea Technique, ordinary low-level fierce beasts cannot provide him with enough qi and blood.

If he hunted a low-level fierce beast, it would take at least half a month for Yi Zixuan to open the eighth section gate, and he didn't have that much time, so this time when he entered the mountain forest, he wanted to hunt a middle-level fierce beast.

Middle-level fierce beasts, like monks, have already preliminarily mastered their own qi and blood, and can absorb the essence of the sun and moon to refine their bodies, whether it is qi, blood or strength, they are far from being comparable to low-level fierce beasts.

Without staying long, Yi Zixuan went directly into the Linyue Mountain for nearly seventy miles, the sun was high, and he found the first middle-level fierce beast.

It was a white lion mastiff, shaped like a male lion, with a head like a fierce mastiff, indeed hideous and terrifying, looking at it from afar, I saw a snow-colored mane moving in the wind, majestic and mighty.

At this moment, it was half-squatting on a cliff, opening its blood basin and swallowing it, the sunlight gathered and was swallowed by him, and the wisps of sun essence were refined and tempered.

The surging blood was surging and seemed to distort even the air, and although the white mastiff closed its eyes, its fierce aura did not hide in the slightest, suppressing its own territory.

Yi Zixuan quickly walked up the cliff, and then walked out of a dense and huge bush, he held a steel sword in his hand, his eyes were sharp, and he walked towards the lion mastiff step by step.

Oh!

Spotting the uninvited guest, the lion mastiff who was cultivating opened his eyes and looked at the ants who dared to disturb him, his blood-colored eyes flashed with a ghostly light, exuding a monstrous anger.

It kicked its legs violently and rushed towards Yi Zixuan's face, a little saliva spilling in the air, and it decided to tear the seemingly weak creature in front of it to pieces as blood food for today.

Getting closer and closer to Yi Zixuan, the lion mastiff seemed to have smelled the strong smell of fresh blood.

At the same time, a bloody and cold momentum pressed down on Yi Zixuan's head, and the spiritual will that belonged to the middle level fierce beasts turned into the most suitable force for them according to their instincts.

Yi Zixuan felt an all-pervasive pressure, this lion mastiff was obviously much more powerful than the mid-level fierce beasts he had encountered before, not only in terms of reaction, but also in the use of spiritual power, obviously his intelligence was not low.

The qi and blood all over his body subconsciously urged, resisting this momentum outside his body, his body suddenly lightened, and at the same time, the Feiyun Sword Technique unfolded, and Yi Zixuan and this lion mastiff started a hand-to-hand fight.

The nine-style flying cloud swordsmanship, every three styles is a level, corresponding to a heavy sword rhyme realm, the more difficult it is to comprehend the further you go, even if it is Lin Zhan, who has cultivated to the small consummation of the Dao base, he has not completely comprehended the ninth style, which shows its difficulty.

Now that Yi Zixuan has practiced the first four styles to both form and spirit, he has walked a short distance on the road of sword rhyme and weightlifting, and he is confident that he can understand this style in the shortest possible time.

After half a column of incense.

The majestic body of the lion mastiff fell in front of him, Yi Zixuan was covered in blood, there was his own, but more of that lion mastiff's, there was a claw mark on his back, and the flesh and blood were blurred. Running the Cangyue Xinghai Technique, Yi Zixuan put one hand on the huge body of the lion mastiff, and the blood and qi in the corpse of the fierce beast were like a hundred rivers converging into the sea, submerged into his palm, and began to accumulate.

After a few more miles, Yi Zixuan found a second middle-level fierce beast, a long-armed black ape, holding a stone stick, using the stick technique he learned from nowhere.

An hour later, the huge black ape, which was two feet high, fell, and Yi Zixuan's body was scarred again, and his right shoulder was rubbed by the black ape's stick, sweeping away a piece of skin and flesh, and the bones were faintly visible.

Behind him, the claw marks that originally belonged to the lion mastiff were almost healed, leaving only faint white marks covering the newly grown flesh buds.

Two days passed, and the seventh middle-level fierce beast fell at Yi Zixuan's feet, and the first five styles of Feiyun Sword Technique had almost no flaws in his hands, and he was completely integrated.

And the sixth style, the clouds are thick, Yi Zixuan has already comprehended a trace of fur, but it will take some time to be able to really perfect, and even integrate it, and finally be able to enter the essence of the spirit, and thoroughly comprehend the second weight of sword rhyme, and lift weights lightly.

On the evening of the third day, the ninth mid-level fierce beast was also confused with perception in Yi Zixuan's cloud steaming clouds, and he found a flaw, pierced his eyes with a sword, and was killed.

This is a black poisonous scorpion, with a large body of a stone plate, double pincers bent like a knife, and a scorpion tail like a sword, extremely flexible, as if performing a powerful swordsmanship when it strikes.

This black scorpion was extremely sinister, it actually hid in a miasma pool, completely covering its figure, and when Yi Zixuan passed by, it suddenly killed, which was unguardable.

Fortunately, Yi Zixuan never relaxed his vigilance, and he was always engrossed in observing the situation around him, coupled with his sensitive perception and extremely fast body reaction, he was not stabbed by the scorpion tail.

He didn't feel like trying to be stabbed by a poisonous scorpion's tail, the pain was unbearable, and life was worse than death.

Absorbing the blood and qi of this poisonous scorpion again, Yi Zixuan only felt the eighth section gate on the pulse vibrate slightly, and shook itself, as if the silent life had begun to recover.

This throbbing became clearer and clearer, as if a huge heart was beating, exuding powerful qi and blood fluctuations, and Yi Zixuan knew that this was a sign of an imminent breakthrough.

Devoured the blood qi of the nine-headed mid-level fierce beasts one after another, coupled with most of the remaining medicinal power of the iris grass that he had taken, this was the only way to accumulate enough blood qi, and at that moment, Yi Zixuan did not hesitate, sat cross-legged under an ancient tree, and began to break through.

Every time he rushes through the level, Yi Zixuan can feel that his body is impacted by qi and blood, and he expands vigorously, if the original meridian is a stream, then after the tempering of the Cangyue Xinghai Jue, it has turned into a river, which can hold more qi and blood.

At this moment, the blood and qi essence and spiritual herb power accumulated over the past few days completely exploded, and the seven knots glowed at the same time, attracting the qi and blood of the whole body, turning into a long river of qi and blood, and rushing towards the portal of the eighth knot.

Boom!

The long river of qi and blood penetrated into the portal for a little while, and was shocked by an invisible force, Yi Zixuan's body shook slightly, but his eyes were unprecedentedly bright, and the ancient characters in the sea of knowledge began to shine.

The purple mist filled the whole body, Yi Zixuan's spirit was highly condensed, and in the seven knots, the qi and blood gathered again, turning into a blood-colored giant sword, roaring up, and in Yi Zixuan's body, there were bursts of thunder, as if the war drums were beating.

Rumble!

The momentum was like a bamboo, the blood-colored giant sword cut through the barrier, and a steady stream of power emerged, and in an instant, Yi Zixuan's qi and blood soared violently, and it seemed to have crossed a dividing line.

Eight thousand five hundred pounds!