Demon Blood Emperor

Xie Zifeng once heard Dagou talk about the mysteries of spiritual consciousness. He yearned for this way and always wanted to improve the power of spiritual consciousness as soon as possible. Now he was shocked by De Lao's words. He is only in the innate realm, but he has condensed Lianxuan Dan The soul that even the realm cultivators can't condense, how heaven-defying it is!

"The soul is so powerful that it can take people's heart and mind, and tempering magic tools... has many benefits, and it can't be explained in a few words if you haven't reached that level." Seeing Xie Zifeng's question, De Lao continued, "And the cultivators in the Xuandan state have not yet gathered together. Divine soul, only when you step into the Xuanying realm, can the cultivator gather the divine soul, and only when you reach the palace realm can the Xuanying penetrate the Niwan Palace, your situation is difficult for ordinary people to explain."

"Oh." Xie Zifeng's eyes were deep in thought. He knew that all of this was caused by the demon emperor's art, but this matter was too unbelievable. Trouble.

Everyone has their own secrets.

"Then what method can I use my spiritual consciousness instead of just using it to activate magic tools and sense external objects?" Xie Zifeng raised his head and asked.

"Spiritual consciousness is formed by the condensed soul force, which is similar to the vitality in the practitioner's body. If it can be controlled with the heart, it may have a miraculous effect." De Lao said.

"Control it with your heart?" Xie Zifeng pondered, thinking about the meaning behind it.

"Look, it's just vitality. If I use my heart to control it, I can condense it into a blade and do whatever I want!" De Lao smiled and moved his palm immediately, overflowing with vitality. Those vitality are extremely rich and powerful, as majestic as the sea Surging, at first glance, it is the qi of alchemy that only the Xuandan realm can have.

Under the imperial emissary of De Lao, this qi of alchemy turns into a long sword from time to time, and sometimes into a pistol, which can be bigger or smaller according to one's heart.

"I understand!" Seeing this, Xie Zifeng's eyes lit up, and his heart suddenly became clear.

"Thank you De Lao for your advice, Zifeng will come to see you next time!"

After speaking, he happily left the Sutra Pavilion, going to verify the feeling in his heart.

"This kid, he doesn't accompany the old man to relieve my boredom." Elder De looked at the young man who was in a hurry and shook his head, but he smiled from the heart, stroked his beard with his hand, and murmured, "One click, with such talent, Zifeng's future is boundless, Changqing once said that he will become a world-class figure and let us let him develop, but I don't know if his fate will deviate?"

There was a bit of worry in the old man's squinted eyes, who could really deduce all the future events?After all, fate will deviate with the intervention of foreign objects. Once it really deviates from the track, who can predict what will happen in the future?

Wang!

Just as Xie Zifeng walked out of the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the big dog rushed over.

"Silly dog, why are you always so surprised!" Xie Zifeng scolded, frowning.

"Boy, who is that old man from your family?" The big dog asked with flickering eyes and dancing paws. It felt very depressed. Not long ago, it was almost injured by Xie Zhenhai's round bowl magic weapon. Now it came here The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was captured by an old man again, and it seemed to be an existence that could be bullied by others. Such an experience was completely different from the sweeping and sweeping world it imagined before it was born.

"That's an elder in my clan who has guarded the Scripture Pavilion for many years, and no one has ever seen him make a move." Xie Zifeng said.

"This old man has two skills, better than those ordinary cultivators in the Xuandan realm!" Dagou said.

"I hope so!" Xie Zifeng looked at the void with a sigh of relief. If so, the Xie family would have one more master.

"What martial arts did you find?" Big Dog asked suddenly.

"There is nothing suitable for my martial arts." Xie Zifeng said, "I just asked De Lao for his insights on the soul."

"Shenhun?" Dagou said, "Hurry up and practice now! In the future, Master Dao will take you to a good place to keep you and benefit you a lot."

Xie Zifeng shrugged, dubious about Dagou's words.

Back in the courtyard, Xie Zifeng began to try to sense his spirit.

In the Niwan Palace, Xie Zifeng's soul is like a gleaming ball of light suspended in the air. He enters it with his mind, and with a movement of his mind, he can feel that there is an energy body similar to vitality in the light ball. This energy body and His mind is inextricably linked.

This is obviously soul energy.

Generally speaking, ordinary cultivators can never open up the Niwan Palace. Even cultivators in the Xuanying state, their so-called souls, are the condensed Xuanying who are connected with mind and spirit. Things can even travel thousands of miles.

Xie Zifeng's current condensed spirit is surprising, even he himself doesn't know what will happen next, but since he has such supernatural powers, he naturally wants to make full use of them, so that he can also give himself an additional method.

Every time the consciousness spreads from the soul, it seems that the mist is floating in all directions, unorganized and very scattered.

These are also the so-called power of the soul, and when they come out three-dimensionally, they are the 'spiritual consciousness'.

"As long as you condense them, you can increase them!" Xie Zifeng thought, and tried to control the condensing of those overflowing spiritual consciousness. It is not so easy to condense consciousness a little.

This is an extremely soul-consuming thing. Once he manipulates too much spiritual consciousness, he will be mentally fatigued. When he gathers all the overflowing spiritual power together, he finds that he cannot change their forms at all. Don't talk about launching an attack.

"It's still a bit worse!" Xie Zifeng sighed, but he didn't give up, and repeatedly condensed the power of his consciousness.

After condensing his spiritual consciousness thousands of times, Xie Zifeng found that not only his divine soul had become more solid, but also became more handy when controlling his spiritual consciousness.

"It turns out that controlling the consciousness can also temper the power of the soul, just like tempering the body, and it can be used to its full potential." Xie Zifeng was overjoyed, practicing one method can do everything, as long as you persevere, you will always gain something.

In the following time, Xie Zifeng continued to condense his spiritual consciousness, so as to get familiar with this special power.

On this day, in front of Xie Zifeng's body appeared an invisible, colorless short thorn that was difficult for ordinary people to detect.

This short stab is only three inches long, but there is a faint wave of fierce breath spreading out, which makes people tremble.

This is an attack formed by the condensed soul force in the soul.

"Break it for me!" Xie Zifeng's spiritual thought moved, and the short thorn in front of him, which was condensed by spiritual power, shot towards the branch of a sycamore tree in front of him.

Boom!

The short thorn made no sound, but when it pierced into the branch, it made a muffled sound and pierced through it completely, leaving a thin hole.

"Sure enough, this soul power can be condensed into a blade to hurt the enemy!" Xie Zifeng looked delighted, "It's a pity that my soul is still too weak, otherwise I can definitely achieve the effect of shocking people's hearts. With this kind of attack, I can defeat the enemy and injure people. invisible."

Wang!

Under the sycamore tree, the big dog's eyes lit up, and he got up straight. His eyes flickered and he glanced at the boy in surprise. Finally, he rolled his eyelids and continued to sleep soundly under the tree. He didn't know what he was thinking. Still worried.

Xie Zifeng's face showed a slight tiredness, and it was very exhausting for him to mobilize his soul.

"Now my spirit power is limited, and it's hard to improve any more. Everything has to be raised first to be king." After adjusting his breath, Xie Zifeng glanced at the big dog lying on the ground, and left to go to the clan. Receive the elixir.

Xie Zifeng knows that the big dog still has reservations about him, and he doesn't expect it to help him now. After all, he was the one who cut off the big dog's morality at the beginning. Although it is hard to say who is right, both parties need unreserved support And trust, still need a time to run in.

This time, the Xie family divided up the property of the three major clans in the Southern Desolate City. In order to show their sincerity, the several major clans also sent a lot of elixir, many of which were hundreds of years old. In addition, the Xie family's adventure team from the mountains has returned He brought a lot of medicinal materials, so Xie Zifeng didn't have to worry about these things.

Xie Zifeng reached the peak of the fifth level of innateness when he was in the Nanling Mountains, and stepping into the sixth level of innateness was a matter of course.

boom!

On this day, Xie Zifeng flew high like a black eagle, his hands turned into claws, and he swooped down. The sharp claws streaked through the air, and directly smashed a huge rock below into stone chips, causing the whole yard to tremble. Dust rolled up all over the sky.

This is obviously a set of martial arts practiced by Xie Zifeng, called the Thirteen Styles of Xuanying. It is a martial art created by a strong man who watched Xuanying hunting and killing enemies. Such a martial art was brought into full play.

"Boy, why are you always tinkering with these low-level martial arts when you have nothing to do?" The big dog under the tree was covered with lime, and it got up, shaking its body, grinning at Xie Zifeng with an angry face. Said.

"Although these are low-level martial arts, they also have profound meanings. If you understand them, it will be of great benefit to other martial arts in the future. Low-level martial arts are like cornerstones. Only when the cornerstone is solid can you build on it. Tall buildings." Xie Zifeng smiled, which is why he impatiently practiced the martial arts he had learned before giving up.

"Ordinary people are so stupid." The big dog rolled his eyes with contempt.

"Brother Zifeng, grandpa wants you to go to the living room." At this moment, a young man walked into the courtyard door.

The boy's name is Xie Jun, he is Xie Changtian's son.

"Let me go to the living room!" Xie Zifeng frowned and said, "What's the matter?"

"The clan of Changshan County is here, and they want to see you!" Xie Jun said.

"People from the clan?" Xie Zifeng's face changed, "Could it be because of Zhao Yuan?"