Eternal Demon Lord

Chapter 443
"Hee hee, just wait and see, Grandpa, I will surpass you sooner or later." Shen Yuexin was also very happy to see Shen Guyun, waving her pink fist and said proudly.

"Who are these two?" At this moment, Yan Changkong looked at Xia Yuwei and Gu Qingying behind Yang Xuan.

"This is Xia Yuwei, and this is Gu Qingying." Yang Xuan introduced, and then smiled triumphantly, "They are all disciple's wives."

"Senior Brother Yang Xuan is so amazing, he married so many beautiful sisters." Some girls stared at each other, while someone said, "Senior Brother Yang Xuan, it's rare for you to come back and tell us what Zhongzhou is like." Bar!"

"no problem."

Yang Xuan was very forthright, and talked about many interesting things about the humanities in Zhongzhou. During the period, many inner disciples of the Qixuan Sect also rushed over. After seeing Yang Xuan, all of them showed shocking expressions on their faces.

Some of them even had conflicts with Yang Xuan before, but seeing you today, they all saw the huge gap between themselves and Yang Xuan, and felt ashamed for a while.

After a long time, Yan Changkong said: "Okay, Yang Xuan, let's go to the inner gate, one is to clean up the dust for you, but to celebrate the reunion of Mr. Pei and his brothers."

……

Time passed slowly, and several days passed in a blink of an eye.

These days, Yang Xuan was not in a hurry to cultivate, he first accompanied Xia Yuwei and Fang Qingxue home to visit relatives, and then spent most of his time traveling with the girls.

After several days passed, he finally started to practice.

In the early morning of this day, on the Cuiyun Peak of the inner gate, in the former courtyard of Qin Lan, Yang Xuan sat cross-legged in the practice room, preparing to practice the art of splitting silk.

The technique of splitting threads to refine the gods is a supreme supernatural power specially used for refining souls handed down from the last chaotic era. Needless to say, it is difficult to cultivate.

For a martial artist who has just started to practice, the first step is to kill himself.

This step is extremely critical and dangerous, Yang Xuan had to be cautious.

He first meditated and practiced Qi to adjust his energy to the best state, then he held his breath and turned his spiritual power into an invisible sharp sword, slashing fiercely at the soul.

If you look through perspective at this moment, you can see the soul in his consciousness trembling violently.

The next moment, a strand of pale white soul thread fell off from the complete soul.

The whole process was very short, but it made Yang Xuan almost lose his mind. The severe pain couldn't be described with words, and the pain made him grin his teeth with a hideous expression.

This is due to his firm will, otherwise he would have passed out long ago.

"Only when you suffer from hardships can you become a master, hold back, I must hold back."

Yang Xuan gritted his teeth tightly, and according to the operation method of the split-thread refining technique, he condensed a little spiritual power into a sharp sword again, and cut at the complete soul.

That's right, it is cutting, of course, it can also be called self-cutting, or stripping.

As the spiritual power sword touched the soul, Yang Xuan felt that his whole head was about to explode, but with his tenacious perseverance, he finally endured it.

Soon, the second strand of soul thread was cut.

That feeling is like Ling Chi, except that Ling Chi is targeting the physical body, while Yang Xuan is now Ling Chi targeting the soul.

"Ho ho!" Yang Xuan's upper and lower teeth were chattering, and he was so painful that he almost wanted to cry up to the sky.

"Scream if you want, as long as you don't faint." Purgatory boy chuckled.

"To shut up!"

Yang Xuan was furious, this little brat is too heartless, didn't he see that he was suffering so badly?

However, what made Yang Xuan happy was that when he vented his anger, the pain in his soul actually eased a little. Although the range was small, it allowed him to take a breath.

"Stinky boy, how do you feel? Do you feel more comfortable?" Purgatory Boy hummed authentically.

"Boy, thank you." Only then did Yang Xuan realize that Purgatory Boy was helping him.

"Just a little thing."

Yang Xuan didn't answer any more, rested for a while, guarded the Lingtai Qingming closely, and started the horrific self-mutilation again...

This is the art of splitting the spirit, and it does not require too much talent. It is a martial artist who can practice it, but not all warriors can practice it successfully. You have to become an idiot or even die on the spot.

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In the practice room, there were endless screams, and the sound insulation effect was very good, so people outside couldn't hear them, otherwise Su Ziyao and other women would not be able to rush in.

In just half an hour, Yang Xuan kept peeling off his soul, which can be said to be in agony.

But in order to become stronger, no matter how painful it is, he has to endure it.

That is, in half an hour, he reluctantly cut the nine soul threads.

As the supreme supernatural power of the last chaotic era, the thread-dividing alchemy can be subdivided into four stages: entry, small success, intermediate success, and great success, each of which corresponds to a corresponding soul thread.

Let's put it this way, below nine hundred and ninety-nine strands of the soul thread are counted as beginners.

More than nine hundred and ninety-nine strands of soul thread, a small success!
More than nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine strands of soul thread, successful!
Reaching 99 strands of soul thread, great success!
Not to mention Zhongcheng and the legendary Dacheng, even Xiaocheng is destined to be a long and arduous process.

Without great perseverance and boldness, it is impossible to succeed.

Yang Xuan was a man with a calm mind, and he was not in a hurry for success. After successfully cutting off the nine soul threads, he collapsed on the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

He was too tired, and his mental strength was seriously exhausted. If he didn't take a good rest, he felt that his spirit would collapse immediately.

While Yang Xuan was resting, his spirit also underwent a strange change.

I saw nine strands of soul threads as small as hair, swimming back and forth around his soul in a counterclockwise direction, exuding a strange suction.

Under this suction, the vitality of heaven and earth slowly poured into his sea of ​​consciousness, nourishing his soul, making his soul grow stronger all the time.

Although this speed is very slow, it is also very powerful after a long period of time.

It is no exaggeration to say that his mental strength is growing every day.

……

For several days, Yang Xuan cut his soul in the practice room.

Su Ziyao and the other women didn't know that he was practicing the silk-splitting technique, and they thought he was in retreat to improve his cultivation, so no one bothered him. After all, the opening of the Hall of Eternal Life was about to begin, and Yang Xuan also needed to work hard to improve his cultivation.

Yang Xuan didn't know what a few women were thinking, after several days of self-mutilation, he gradually got used to this inhuman pain, and the number of soul threads surrounding his soul became more and more, there were hundreds of them.

However, this is far from enough. Before the date agreed with Master Zhanwang arrives, he will strive to practice the silk-dividing alchemy to a small success.

Time passed slowly amidst pain and happiness, and when Li Yunfei and others came to join Qixuanmen after visiting relatives, Yang Xuancai staggered out of the practice room dragging his exhausted body.

"Little thief!"

"Bastard!"

"Wuuu, brother, what's wrong with you!?"

Su Ziyao, Shen Yuexin, Xia Yuwei and others turned pale, Fang Qingxue and Gu Qingying were so frightened that they cried loudly.

Yang Xuan's current appearance is too embarrassing, no, it's more miserable than embarrassed.

His black hair was messy, and it was covered with dark red dried blood clots. The original white clothes on his body were also stained with blood. On his face, there were also bloodstains all over his face...

"Ying'er, Xue'er, don't cry, I'm fine."

There was a smile on Yang Xuan's face that he thought was charming, but he didn't know that his smile was uglier than a ghost at the moment, it's just that the girls don't have the heart to pay attention to these things, everyone's heart is aching.

Gu Qingying and Fang Qingxue burst into tears, and couldn't help walking over quickly.

Su Ziyao, Shen Yuexin, and Xia Yuwei also came to him with worried expressions on their faces.
"Don't worry, wives, my husband has practiced a secret skill, and he accidentally made it like this, it's nothing serious."

Yang Xuan said carelessly.

"Really!?" The girls looked suspicious, how could Yang Xuan's appearance be described as miserable.

"Of course, I just feel a little tired."

Yang Xuan nodded, sensed something, and said, "Little Witch, tell Li Yunfei and the others to wait. I'll take a shower and change clothes, and then we'll head back to the Sword God Palace."

After all, enter the bathroom.

……

After a stick of incense, Yang Xuan came out and found that not only Li Yunfei, Man Ba ​​and others had come, but also Yan Changkong, Pei Yuntian, Yang Fu, and many elders from the inner and outer sects of Qixuanmen.

Obviously, everyone came to see Yang Xuan off.

"Sect Master, Master Pei, Uncle Fu, and all the elders, I don't know how long it will take for the boy to come back after leaving here. Take care of yourself."

Yang Xuan came to Yan Changkong and the others and bowed.

"Go, the vast world outside is suitable for you."

"Stinky boy, be careful in everything, and run away when you can't beat someone. I don't want to hear about your belching, old man."

"Son, Uncle Fu has nothing to say, but I wish you the best in the Hall of Eternal Life, win the good fortune, and step into the supreme position in one fell swoop."

Yan Changkong, Pei Yuntian, Yang Fu and others spoke one after another.

"Everyone, farewell."

Yang Xuan didn't say much, and was about to leave, but at this moment, a figure appeared silently.

(End of this chapter)