Whew! Fengyi exhaled a breath of turbidity. Refining the elixir is already a very hard and dangerous thing, and the slightest mistake will lead to a catastrophe. Now that I've rested for the night, and now that I have enough energy, it's time to take the Demon Pattern Immortal Pill.

Feng Yi adjusted his state, took out a pill from the spirit ring and swallowed it directly. The pill melted in the mouth, turned into a huge spiritual power and integrated into the meridians, and finally converged into the purple dantian, the purple dantian instantly felt a circle, making Feng Yi feel like his whole body was torn, fortunately, this pain lasted for a short time, and Feng Yi was still able to bear it. The waves in the spiritual sea were turbulent, the Shadow Demon Sword emitted bursts of chanting, the sword body became more condensed, and Feng Yi also felt that his spiritual power was far better than before.

After half a cup of tea, the spiritual power of the first pill was completely absorbed, Feng Yi held back the excitement in his heart, and then took the second, third, and fourth pills, Feng Yi's face became more and more ruddy, sweat soaked through the white robe, his brows were tightly locked, and his body couldn't stop trembling. Along with the severe pain and suffering, Fengyi's cultivation is also increasing, and after taking the fourth one, Fengyi's cultivation has reached the peak of the Transcendent Sevenfold Heaven, and he is only one step away from stepping into the Transcendent Eightfold Heaven.

Feng Yi gritted his teeth and continued to insist, although his physical strength had been exhausted, he had to break through to the Eight Heavens of Transcendence today, this was a strong desire, a thirst for strength!

Without the slightest hesitation, it was the entrance of three pills, and the three huge spiritual powers converged into a fierce surge towards the dantian, Feng Yi forcibly cheered up his spirits, and ran the shadow magic technique with all his might, the power of the holy goodness and the power of the shadow demon continued to rotate in the body like a Taiji disc, and the surging spiritual power seemed to be ruthlessly blocked by the moat, and could only passively integrate into the dantian spiritual sea, stirring up bursts of ripples.

Fengyi's momentum is also accumulating, it seems to have reached a critical point, Fengyi's eyes are closed, motionless, as if turned into an ancient stone statue, and the surrounding aura has also turned into the shape of a small snake into the body.

Rumble!

A loud bang came, Feng Yi finally broke through to the Eight Heavens of Transcendence, and before he could be happy, he passed out on the ground, he had already exhausted his physical strength.

I don't know how long it took, Fengyi gradually woke up, and saw Xiaoxi staring at himself with tears in his eyes on the bed, and he couldn't help but feel a little moved.

Seeing Fengyi wake up, the little girl immediately burst into tears and laughed, "Childe, you are awake, do you have something to do, and you are worried about Xiaoxi to death." ”

Feng Yi saw Xiao Xi's face full of melancholy, and suddenly had a temptation in his heart, so he pretended to say: "Something, there must be something!" said and covered his chest in pain.

Xiao Xi looked flustered and said in astonishment: "Ah, Childe, where are you hurt, do you want Xiao Xi to ask a doctor?"

"Hey, why are you so naïve, you believe everything I say, I said something, but I didn't say it was a bad thing, Childe, I have broken through in my cultivation, do you say it's okay!" Fengyi lifted the quilt and walked out of the house alone, leaving Xiaoxi alone in a daze. Originally, Fengyi was a little suspicious of Xiaoxi, but now it seems that he is too sensitive.

In the courtyard, Feng Yi took out the Yu Han Sword, in the Dengxian Pavilion, Feng Yi's spiritual skills in front of him were as vast as a sea of smoke, not enough Feng Yi was not confused by greed, the practice of spiritual skills and magical powers lies in the essence and no more, practicing too many spiritual skills and magical powers is not only a waste of time, but also difficult to achieve.

A sword book, a boxing book, a step-by-step method, and a general history of the Immortal Demon Continent.

And what Feng Yi is practicing now is the most important sword book, the three styles of ice spirit, a Xuan-level spiritual skill, but according to Director Li, this sword book has two volumes, Feng Yi practiced hurriedly from me is only the upper volume, and the second volume has been lost for many years.

Zheng!

Feng Yi did not get tired of practicing one move at a time, without using a trace of spiritual power, only in this way can he comprehend the sword moves more profoundly.

The long sword is in the air, following the shadow of the sword, the sword is like a light body, and the wind at this time is like a butterfly among the flowers, swinging in various dance postures. Cutting, slashing, stabbing, slashing, chopping! Fengyi constantly changes his body shape, and devotes himself to the tempering of sword moves.

Suddenly, Fengyi's momentum turned sharply, jumped up from the ground, jumped into the air, and shouted at a bamboo with a thick bowl.

Ice Demon Slash!

Bang!

With a sword slash, the bamboo fell to the ground, Feng Yi smiled, and put away the Yu Han sword with satisfaction.

"Xiaoxi, prepare a basin of hot water for me, I want the hottest!"

Xiao Xi hurriedly ran out of the house and asked, "Is the son going to take a bath, the slave and maid will go and prepare." ”

Feng Yi shook his head again and again, and said solemnly: "Childe, I want to use it for cultivation, remember, no matter what movement you hear in the house for a while, don't come in." ”

Xiao Xi frowned and persuaded: "Childe, you have been cultivating for almost a day, I think you should not cultivate today!"

"No, my time is running out, cultivation is urgent, you have to remember what I just said to you. Fengyi walked into the house alone and didn't take care of Xiaoxi.

In the wooden house, a bucket of hot water was steaming hot, Feng Yi looked serious, carefully took out a hundred Demon Weeping Grass, and put all of them into the wooden barrel, and the power of the Shadow Demon was also continuously transported into the water to refine the medicinal power. As Director Li said, the Demon Weeping Grass is just a spiritual object forged by a martial artist, but like Feng Yi, using a hundred plants at a time is really appalling.

Although the Demon Weeping Grass can greatly improve the monk's **, as its name suggests, when refining, the pain endured can make the Demon Brake cry, so few immortal cultivators use it.

And Feng Yi is now using a hundred Demon Weeping Grass to refine the body, although it is very crazy, but Feng Yi knows that after madness, he is either a genius or a madman, and sometimes, the weak really don't have too many choices.

The medicinal power has been almost refined, and the original transparent hot water has turned black, and black bubbles appear from time to time, which looks very terrifying.

Feng Yi took off his clothes and sat cross-legged in the wooden barrel, and suddenly felt as if he was in the endless fire domain, and there was an incomparably stinging burning sensation all over his body, which made Feng Yi sweat profusely and tremble!

Feng Yi forcibly stopped feeling the pain, condensed his dantian, mobilized his spiritual power and began to cultivate, wanting to eliminate the pain by diverting his attention.

Still, he underestimated the power of the Weeping Grass.

No, it should be the power of a hundred Demon Weeping Grasses!

As time passed, the pain felt like the pain sensation in the whole body was magnified tenfold or hundredfold. When you take a breath, every finger will be in severe pain, and at this time, Fengyi feels that every inch of skin and every cell in the whole body is infinitely enlarged, becoming a "world" of its own, and the self of each "world" will bear great pain, and the self of the real world is the sum of these "worlds".

"Ahh ”

"No, I'm going to insist, I'm going to insist!"

Feng Yi finally couldn't help it, screamed, and gradually began to speak incoherently.

Outside the wooden house, Xiao Xi heard Fengyi's screams, and turned around in a hurry, for fear that Fengyi would have something wrong, so she wanted to rush in, but thinking of Fengyi's entrustment, she could only endure being outside the house, all she could do was pray silently for Fengyi.

"Yi Gongzi, you must not have an accident, otherwise what will Xiaoxi do in the future. Xiao Xi burst into tears, clasped his hands together, and kept praying for Fengyi, looking pitiful.

I don't know how long it took, Fengyi gradually regained a trace of clarity. "No, if it goes on like this, I'll die of pain sooner or later, what should I do, what should I do?" The situation became more and more serious, and Feng Yi even felt a trace of consciousness being invaded.

"By the way, Shetillan, how did I forget it. Feng Yiqiang endured the pain in his body, took out Shetilan from the spirit ring, and swallowed it quickly in his mouth.

Shetilan grows in the polar snow region, and its attribute is cold, which is exactly the same as the hot attribute of the Weeping Grass, and sure enough, as soon as Shetilan enters it, there is a cold and comfortable breath flowing to the whole body, and most of the pain caused by the Weeping Grass disappears in an instant.

At the same time, Feng Yi also clearly felt that there were impurities in his body that were excluded from the body, if he was in a devilish hell just now, now it was a wonderful fairyland.

Shetilan is constantly improving Feng Yi's physique and tapping into his cultivation talent.

An hour later, everything was quiet.

Feng Yi fell asleep, Feng Yi slept very sweetly, because he knew that after waking up, he would be reborn!

After another hour, Fengyi still didn't wake up, Xiaoxi finally couldn't help it, broke in, and the scene in front of her made her cry again, but she didn't dare to cry, she was afraid of waking up the sleeping Fengyi

In the house, Feng Yi was half leaning on the wooden barrel, his face was pale, his lips were chapped, his long hair was messy, and he made a slight snoring sound from time to time, a bucket of hot water turned into half a bucket, but the water became completely blood-colored, maybe this is blood, the upper body exposed to the air, shocking, and the staggered blood marks seemed to be swearing its strength and cruelty, constantly stabbing Xiaoxi's heart.

Feng Yi slept for three days, and at this time, half of the wounds on Feng Yi's body had healed, and his consciousness was unprecedentedly clear. As soon as Feng Yi opened his eyes, he saw Xiao Xi sleeping on the side of the bed, sleeping very sweetly, a pair of beautiful contacts were still red and swollen, Feng Yi smiled, no matter who it is, when you find that someone really cares about you, you will be extremely happy. This kind of person, Feng Yi calls it a friend, in this world of cultivating immortals who eat people, it is a rare thing to have a friend.

Feng Yi quietly got out of bed, only to find that he had changed into a robe, and his body also had traces of being scrubbed, and even herbs were on the wound, and his heart was even more moved. Feng Yi hugged Xiao Xi to the bed, covered her with the quilt, and then quietly walked out.

Outside, it seems that a heavy rain has just fallen, and the sun after the rain is brighter, and Fengyi breathes the air to his heart's content, as if the joy of rebirth comes instantly.