As Wang Xuan's voice fell, a white Dan fire suddenly ignited around Qiankun Ding and was refined. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This is also the uniqueness of Qiankun Ding, there is no need for earth fire, nor does it need a magic circle, it has its own Danhuo, and the grade of Danhuo is not low.

As far as Wang Xuan knew, Danhuo was divided into five grades according to its color. From the lowest in the first grade and the highest in the fifth grade, its colors from the lowest to the highest are red, yellow, blue, white, and blue.

Like in the Dan room in Dongfeng, the Danhuo was the lowest red, and the Danhuo that Qiankun Ding came with turned out to be white, the four-grade Danhuo.

In this way, after Wang Xuan has Qiankun Ding, he can practice wherever he wants, and he can practice whenever he wants. This function made Wang Xuan very satisfied, it was simply murder and arson, and he traveled at home...... Oh no, it's a must-have for alchemy medicine!

Wang Xuan looked at Qiankun Ding, his eyes showed satisfaction, and he sat cross-legged tiredly.

Because Wang Xuan was covered in blood at this moment, he looked very terrifying, he looked at Wang Xuan from a distance with a preserved egg, he didn't dare to approach, his face was afraid, and he didn't dare to come out.

The underground cave was quiet, and no one spoke to each other, so half an hour passed.

There was a tumbling sound in the Qiankun Ding, Wang Xuan's tightly closed eyes opened suddenly, and with a finger of his hand, the Dan Fire around the Qiankun Ding disappeared.

Wang Xuan closed his eyes again, and after the tea time, Wang Xuan opened his eyes, got up and walked towards Qiankun Ding.

Walking to the Qiankun Ding, Wang Xuan took a look, and saw that the medicinal liquid in the Qiankun Ding was black and purple, exuding a fishy smell. Wang Xuan took a deep breath and jumped into the Qiankun Ding.

Although the liquid medicine in Qiankun Ding was not too hot now, because Wang Xuan's upper body was covered with wounds, the temperature of the liquid medicine was still hot, and Wang Xuan hissed lightly.

As the medicinal power entered his body, Wang Xuan only felt that his whole body was like a fire, every inch of skin and every pore on his body was hurting, and the pain was indescribable.

But Wang Xuan clenched his teeth and didn't say a word, silently reciting in his heart the cultivation method of refining skin recorded on the jade slip and cultivated.

"If you want to succeed in refining skin, you must break it and stand up. Spiritual power is channeled to remove dead skin, and then new skin is born. If combined with the strengthening of the medicinal bath, the effect will be immediate, like a new ......"

"Once a day, change the liquid medicine every seven times, and give birth to 7749 new skins after 7749 days, which is for the ...... of refining skins."

Wang Xuan guided the spiritual power into the skin little by little, and as soon as the spiritual power entered the skin, a tingling sensation hit, like countless ants walking through the skin and gnawing at it.

Wang Xuan couldn't help but snort, but in the blink of an eye, his eyes showed ruthlessness, and he muttered in a low voice: "As long as you can succeed in cultivation and avenge the two masters and your fellow disciples, what is this pain!"

Wang Xuan endured unspeakable pain and guided his spiritual power through his skin.

Gradually, the dead skin on the body began to fall off, and the medicinal power entered faster and more painfully.

Wang Xuan gritted his teeth and persisted, and finally, after two hours, the pain began to slowly lessen.

A layer of new skin also grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, slowly covering Wang Xuan's entire body, and those wounds all disappeared, as if they had never appeared. And Wang Xuan was also exhausted, his head tilted, and he fell asleep in the Qiankun Ding......

Wang Xuan slept for eight hours.

Wang Xuan slowly opened his eyes and looked at his body, the wounds on his body had disappeared, and his skin had become more elastic, exuding a faint shimmer.

Walking out of Qiankun Ding, Wang Xuan simply didn't wear any more clothes, because even if he did, he was torn to pieces in the end.

Outside the cave, there was silence, and it was clear that the suction had not yet come. Wang Xuan meditated on the spot and spit out.

Soon after, the whistling sound sounded, and the suction came again.

Wang Xuan stood up and walked towards the steps. Walking to the bottom of the steps, Wang Xuan walked straight to the top of the steps, stretched out his hand, and tightly grasped the two flying swords inserted on the steps.

The suction came, and the cloud and mist blew on Wang Xuan's body like a sharp blade again.

The clothes on Wang Xuan's lower body shattered in an instant, and the skin on his whole body cracked inch by inch, turning into a bloody person again.

Wang Xuan's body with a huge suction belt rose from the ground, Wang Xuan's teeth were clenched, his eyes were red, and he grabbed the hilt of the sword tightly, not daring to relax at all.

Time passed slowly, and after two hours, the suction finally slowly weakened until it disappeared.

Wang Xuan slammed to the ground, and Wang Xuan, who was in pain, couldn't help but grin his teeth for a while, and after a while he got up with difficulty and walked back to the cave step by step.

Wang Xuan returned to the cave, climbed into the Qiankun Ding with difficulty, and cultivated again......

Time passed, and at this moment, forty-eight days had passed since Wang Xuan began to cultivate the Skin Refining Technique, and today was the last day.

Wang Xuan walked out of Qiankun Ding, looked at the skin on his body, and nodded with satisfaction.

At this moment, Wang Xuan's whole body was naked, but every inch of his skin was shining with a faint black light, like fine iron.

In fact, after Wang Xuan's cultivation reached the fortieth day, the skin on his body had become very hard, and the wounds left on Wang Xuan's body by the clouds and mist that had been sucked in by the suction force were getting smaller and smaller, and Wang Xuan had to withstand two or even three suction forces to barely remove the dead skin from his body.

In these forty days, the medicinal liquid had been changed seven times, consuming a large amount of Wang Xuan's spirit stones. The flying swords have also been replaced with more than a dozen of them, and there are a few times when they are almost alive.

The most dangerous time, the flying sword actually broke, but fortunately, the suction power quickly weakened, and Wang Xuan relied on a flying sword to survive.

Since then, Wang Xuan has been clutching four flying swords every time, just in case.

Despite the huge consumption, the effect is immediate. Although the skin refining has not yet been completed, Wang Xuan's skin at this moment is already as hard as if it has been reborn, and ordinary swords can't even leave a white mark on his body.

"There is one last day, and the skin refining will be completed today, I am really looking forward to it......"

Wang Xuan muttered to himself and walked towards the steps.

At this moment, before the suction arrived, Wang Xuan walked straight out of the cave and stood on the ground. Holding four flying swords and thrusting them into the ground, he directly entered without a handle.

Not long after, the suction came again, Wang Xuan's eyes froze, and he grabbed the hilt of the sword tightly, his body was sucked up and flew up, allowing the clouds and mist to hit his body like a sharp blade.

The difference is that Wang Xuan did not become a bloody man at this moment, but small wounds appeared on his body.

Time passed slowly, until the suction disappeared, and most of Wang Xuan's body was still intact, except for a small part of the skin that disappeared, revealing his muscles.

"It seems that it will take two more times, so it will be a lot of trouble......"

Wang Xuan sighed, and did not return to the cave, meditating on the spot and breathing up, waiting for the suction to come again.

The preserved egg in the distance pursed his lips and muttered in a low voice: "This kid's skin is so thick, so he only suffered a small injury." What is he practicing, and why do I seem to have seen it somewhere?"

Eight hours passed, and Wang Xuan finally returned to the cave mansion covered in blood, and plunged into the Qiankun Ding to cultivate.

Time passed slowly, and three hours later, under Wang Xuan's guidance, the spiritual power removed the dead skin little by little, new skin grew again, and the medicinal liquid was completely absorbed, turning into clear water.

Wang Xuan opened his eyes and jumped out of the Qiankun Ding.

Looking at the faint black light on his body, he stretched out his hand and took out a flying sword, held the sword in his right hand, and looked towards his left arm with all his might.

The flying sword slashed at the left arm, making a crisp sound of gold and iron, and the flying sword was bounced high, leaving only a shallow white mark on the left arm.

Wang Xuan smiled with satisfaction, and with a thought, the black light on his body disappeared, revealing a perfect skin, like a new life.

took out a set of clothes and put them on, and Wang Xuan's eyes shot a fine light.

"The art of skin refining has finally been completed!"