Westward Journey into Dragon

Chapter 310 Grinding

"Om..."

Chen Xian didn't know how deep he had descended into the abyss. The fragments of the Eastern Emperor Bell that had been collected in the Yuanshen suddenly shone, and the textures on it were bright and dark, like a dragon and a snake flipping over.In addition, the fragment of the Eastern Emperor Bell continued to vibrate, as if trying to break free.

There was a change in the fragments of the Eastern Emperor Bell. Chen Xian was not surprised but delighted. Since he collected the fragments of the Eastern Emperor Bell, he has been silent and motionless. Now that there is movement, it is obvious that he has sensed the same kind of aura and wants to meet it.

With a thought, the fragments of the Eastern Emperor Bell, which had shrunk to the size of a bean, flew out of the top of the head, expanded to its original size, and flew straight down.Chen Xian's body swayed slightly, followed like a shadow, and flew down.

"Huh?" Flying down thousands of meters following the Donghuang Bell, the fragments of the Donghuang Bell stopped suddenly and hit a rock wall continuously.

"It seems that behind this rock wall, there should be a fragment of the Eastern Emperor Bell." Chen Xian looked at and touched the ice-cold rock wall, thinking silently in his heart.

This place is at least a hundred miles away from the ground, oppressed by the soil above, the soil here is dense, harder than black iron.It was the main battlefield of the lich again, and it had been bombarded countless times by masters, and it was probably stronger than a high-grade fairy weapon. The fragments of the Eastern Emperor Bell were trapped in it, and it made sense not to come out to join the piece I got.

After thinking for a while, Chen Xian raised his right hand and grasped it into a claw. The white scales were protruding, the nails were long and cold, and he grabbed the rock wall fiercely.

"嗤——" The claws slashed across the rock wall, and sparks were wiped out, and the pieces flew, leaving only five scratches on the rock wall.

"It's so hard!" Chen Xian's claws returned to normal, he mobilized the cold air, and kept blowing air on his sore nails.

After the pain eased, Chen Xian took off the Wulong sword on his back with his backhand, and stabbed forward with all his might.

"Pfft!" Half of the Wulong Sword plunged into the rock wall.

Holding the hilt of the sword, after turning it in a circle, the sword body was raised, and a black cone made of stone was brought out.

"The poor Wulong sword has been turned into a digging tool!" Chen Xian glanced at the Wulong sword regretfully, and then thrust out with another sword. After a while, another black lacquered stone vertebra was picked out .

"Who told you that you are sharper and easier to use than Wufeng Sword?" Chen Xian stabbed out with his sword again, digging a cone from the stone wall.

With a thrust of the sword, Chen Xian quickly dug out a small cave on the stone wall that was as long as one person, wide and two meters deep.

"Pfft!" Stabbed out the Oolong sword again, twirled around, and picked out the cone. Just when he was about to strike again, the stone wall in front of him clicked, and a crack like a spider web appeared on the crack with a diameter of one foot.

With a sound of "bang", the stone wall exploded, and in the darkness, a purple-blue light flew out, almost blinding Chen Xian's eyes.

"Om..."

The fragment of the Eastern Emperor Bell that had been refined by Chen Xianji trembled rapidly, and the purple light that had just appeared flew away immediately, spinning around the fragment.

"It seems that they are two parts that are not connected!" Seeing that the newly excavated purple light only revolved around the fragments but did not touch them, Chen Xian couldn't help sighing.

"Come on!" With a move of Chen Xian's hand, the celestial essence gushed out, and took the piece of the Eastern Emperor Bell that had been rough sacrificed into his hand.Seeing this, the purple-blue indelible aura of the Eastern Emperor Bell also flew to Chen Xian's side.

"Hey!" Chen Xian laughed strangely, grabbed the purple blue light that was as long as two fingers and thick as an arm, and greeted it with a real fire.

The purple-green immortal aura kept struggling, patting Chen Xian's arm, very resisting Chen Xian's refinement.

But the good thing is that the Donghuang Bell exploded, and this Innate Immortality was seriously injured. Although it was one-forty-ninth of the Innate Supreme Treasure, its strength was not very great, so it did not break free from Chen Xian's control.

"Compared to the core fragment of the Eastern Emperor Bell, this innate immortal aura is much easier to refine." After burning the real fire for about three or four minutes, Chen Xian found that the restraint of the aura began to loosen. Can't help but be happy.

Spiritual thoughts flew out, turned into runes, followed the gap between the restraints, and got into this purple-blue aura. Chen Xian immediately felt that he had some connection with this innate immortal aura.

"Tch!" With a touch of his hand on the blade of the Wulong Sword, blood spurted out and slowly melted into the spiritual light. Chen Xian felt that his connection with it was getting closer.

The real fire of life went out in response to the situation, not because Chen Xian took it back on his own initiative, but because there was no real fire left in his body.

"Hey, it's difficult to accumulate the real fire of this life, but it's easy to squander it. It seems that you have to practice for a short time. Otherwise, you can find other pieces of the Eastern Emperor Bell, but you can't refine them into your body. It's not a problem to fly all over the sky and swagger through the market !" After the natal real fire was exhausted, Chen Xian sighed, and decided to practice for a while in the hole he dug under this abyss, before replenishing the real fire.

After taking the fragments of the Eastern Emperor Bell and its spiritual light into Qingyun for warming, Chen Xian placed a defensive barrier at the entrance of the cave, then took out the futon and sat down cross-legged.

Chen Xianxin divides it into two uses: one is carrying the profound arts and cultivating the real fire of life, and the other is sinking his mind into the Yuanshen Qingyun to further refine the innate immortal aura he just obtained.

This innate immortal aura is not the core part of the Eastern Emperor Bell, and it is easy to refine the outer restrictions. It is obviously the front restriction of the Eastern Emperor Bell. Chen Xian wants to refine it before it is completed.

Refining these innate magic weapons can comprehend the rhythm of the heavens contained in them from their restraints, and improve their cultivation.And these restrictions will have to be refined sooner or later, as the so-called beating children on rainy days - idle is idle, it is better to refine it while sitting idle, so as not to waste time in retreat and refine in the future.

The most important thing is that these fragments of the Eastern Emperor Bell are still reunited and connected into a whole. It is the time when it is the weakest. If we don't take advantage of this time to refine it, is it necessary to wait for it to be connected into a whole, echo each other, and strengthen its power? Is it time to refine it?

The spiritual consciousness touched the purple-cyan innate immortal aura, and was immediately pulled into it, entering a starry space.

This time, Chen Xian has gained experience and knows that this is not the real starry sky, and those light spots are not stars, but those forbidden nodes. The reason why he sees the vastness of the starry sky is because he is too small, or weak?
The starry sky is so big and the restrictions are so strong, it is impossible to refine it in one go, the only way is to refine it bit by bit, leaving your own imprint on each node, water drops through stone, and grinds bit by bit.

"As long as you work hard enough, you can grind an iron pestle into a needle!" After cheering himself up, Chen Xian's wisp of consciousness moved and drifted towards a node.

"Boom!" This ray of consciousness slammed into the forbidden node like a small hill, and collapsed without stirring up a wave.

"Boom! Boom! Boom..." The power of the divine sense kept pouring in, constantly bombarding the forbidden nodes. Although it would collapse at the touch of a touch, Chen Xian persevered and firmly believed that he could push this mountain down.

Yugong Yishan, there will always be a day of success!

(End of this chapter)