Eternal Demon King

Time flies, and on the night when the appointed day came, Yang Xuan showed an excited smile on his face.

Because, he finally practiced the Divine Silk Splitting Technique to the realm of small achievement.

This is a huge transformation.

Looking inside the sea of ​​consciousness, the volume of the divine soul has shrunk by nearly one tenth, but the divine soul has become more transparent and brighter.

If Yang Xuan's soul was a white and luminous group in the past, then his current soul is a gleaming white ball of light, radiant and radiant.

Above the divine soul, nine hundred and ninety-nine strands of divine soul silk threads were arranged vertically and horizontally according to a certain special trajectory, interwoven into a strange light map that was several meters in size, glowing with splendid light.

This is the pattern that is automatically derived after the Divine Silk Refinement Technique is completed.

This formation, called the Refining God Formation, exudes a powerful suction all the time, absorbing the outside world's vitality like a sea of ​​rivers.

These heaven and earth vitality are filtered through the Divine Refinement Array and become extremely pure energy, which is sprinkled on the Divine Soul below, slowly nourishing the Divine Soul, making the Divine Soul brighter and brighter, and the volume also increases at a speed that is difficult to see with the naked eye. on.

"It feels so good!"

Yang Xuan stood up from the ground, only to feel that his ears were clear, his eyes were clear, his mind was refreshed, and his body was indescribably comfortable, and he felt like he was returning home by wind.

"It's nothing, when you practice this magical power to the fullest, then the soul will be the picture, control the heaven, and be immortal." The purgatory boy said.

"The immortality of the soul is too far away for me, and while there is still some time, I have to practice the secret skills of the soul."

As Yang Xuan said that, he sat down again with his knees crossed and began to practice the secret technique of the soul in the divine art of splitting silk.

Divine Silk Refining Technique is not only a Soul Refining Divine Ability, there are also three Divine Soul Secret Techniques in it, but if you want to practice the three Divine Soul Secret Techniques, the conditions are very harsh.

For example, for the first kind of divine soul secret technique, it is necessary to practice the divine art of splitting silk to a small level before it can be practiced.

In the heavens and the world, the secret skills of the soul are absolutely rare, and many sects regard these secret skills as the secrets that are not passed down and the treasures of the sect.

It is no exaggeration to say that every secret skill has unpredictable power.

Spirit Storm!

That's right, the first kind of divine soul secret technique in the Divine Silk Refinement Technique is called Spirit Storm.

A martial artist, the stronger the soul, the more abundant the soul power.

The soul power here is the spiritual power!

Mental power, invisible and invisible, ethereal, invisible, intangible, but infinitely useful.

Just like the perception of a martial artist, in fact, it radiates out the spiritual power to detect the troubles in all directions.

Of course, this is just the simplest use of mental power.

On top of it, there are various means of attack, which is the legendary secret skill of the soul.

According to the records in the Divine Silk Refinement Technique, Mental Storm is a high-level Divine Soul Secret Technique, and it is extremely difficult to cultivate.

For ordinary people, it is difficult to succeed in cultivation. Even if the cultivation is successful, the power is not satisfactory, because this secret skill requires the formation of the gods to exert its power.

Yang Xuan pondered carefully, and gradually gained a deep understanding of the spiritual storm.

It sounds complicated, but it's actually very simple. If you want to practice this secret skill, you need to run your mental power according to a certain vibration frequency, so as to exert incredible power.

Yang Xuan is extremely talented, and after studying it carefully for half an hour, a trace of enlightenment emerged in his mind.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, and a storm silently gushed out of his eyes, smashing the stone bench in the distance into shreds.

This is the tyranny of the spiritual storm,

Once cast, it is like a tornado, destroying everything.

Although the spiritual storm is invisible and intangible, others cannot see it, but as soon as this storm comes out, others can clearly sense the terrifying power that strangles all things.

What's more important is that the spiritual storm has extremely terrifying lethality to the soul of a living being. If a warrior with a strong body is hit by a spiritual storm, the body may be fine, but the soul will vibrate violently at light, and collapse on the spot.

However, it takes a lot of mental power to cast a mental storm, and it takes a lot of time to use this secret skill.

"It's a good secret skill, and it also threatens the warriors of the divine power realm." The purgatory boy said lightly.

"Really!?" Yang Xuan was surprised and delighted.

"What are you doing to lie to you, of course, the premise is that you can hit the opponent."

"I just finished it. As long as I practice more in the future, the time consumption will be greatly shortened, and I can use this to attract Yin people."

"If you want to shorten the display time, you can't just rely on practice. You have to keep growing your soul. Only a strong spiritual force can exert the power of a spiritual storm."

"You don't have to worry about this. I have now practiced the Divine Silk Refining Technique to the realm of small success. My soul is nourished by the vitality of heaven and earth all the time. Even if I don't practice, my soul will become stronger and stronger."

"Hey, your kid's luck is much better than that of my former master. Work hard to cultivate. The stronger your spirit is, the less side effects you will have when you use the Heavenly Demon Martial Spirit in the future."

"And this benefit!?"

Yang Xuan was very excited. Although he possessed a powerful Heavenly Demon Martial Spirit, he did not dare to mobilize it until the moment of his life and death, because the side effects of the Heavenly Demon Martial Spirit were too great.

But as he practiced the divine art of splitting the silk, the side effects of the Heavenly Demon Martial Spirit were easily resolved. "

As the thoughts flickered, Yang Xuan suppressed the stirring emotions in his heart and continued to cast a mental storm. He didn't stop until his mental power was almost exhausted.

With the small success of the Divine Silk Refining Technique, there is also a huge benefit, that is, there is no need to worry about the slow recovery of mental power exhaustion.

However, with the effort of a stick of incense, under the nourishment of heaven and earth's vitality, Yang Xuan's mental power reached a state of fullness, and there was also a little diligence.

...

When Yang Xuan took a shower and changed his clothes and walked out of the bathroom, the sky was already bright.

At this time, in the hall, Su Ziyao and several women were there.

Father Yang Tian, ​​Manba, Li Yunfei, Shi Yu, Luo Cheng. Wang Chuan, Xie Fei and others, and even Mu Qingyu, who was in retreat, came.

Yang Xuan looked at the crowd, and his eyes finally fell on Mu Qingyu.

He was dressed in an aqua green skirt, tall and tall, about 1.7 meters tall, with a head of blue silk tied up with a hair tie, revealing a smooth forehead. Although there was no makeup on his face, his skin was white and rosy.

That proud crisp peak, graceful willow waist, slightly raised buttocks, all are beautiful.

Yang Xuan quickly came back to his senses and said with a full smile: "Congratulations to Sister Qingyu for her recovery."

Once upon a time, Mu Qingyu had an extremely eye-catching maroon birthmark on her right cheek. It was a fire poison that could not be removed with medicine, which completely destroyed her beauty.

But now, she has the cultivation base of the Seventh Heaven of Vientiane Realm, and the fire poison birthmark on her face has disappeared.

And without the birthmark, she has also changed from being an annoying person to a beauty who is not inferior to Su Ziyao, Shen Yuexin and other women in terms of beauty and temperament.

If it wasn't for the imminent parting now, Yang Xuanbao was not allowed to chat with her about her ideals in life and cultivate feelings or something.

"Thank you." Mu Qingyu's lips parted lightly, and her voice was melodious and pleasant like a yellow warbler coming out of a valley.

Between the words, he seemed a little shy, his eyes were dodging, and he did not dare to look at Yang Xuan.

In her eyes, Yang Xuan's eyes were extremely penetrating, as if he could look directly into people's hearts.

This is normal. Yang Xuan washed his pupils with Taiyin Divine Water. Even if he didn't open his Martial Dao Heavenly Eyes, his pupils gave off an extremely sharp feeling.

"You don't have to thank me, all this is the result of your hard work." Yang Xuan waved his hand.

"No, if you hadn't brought me to the Sword God Palace, I wouldn't be today. Your kindness will always be in my heart."

Hearing this, Yang Xuan just smiled, his eyes swept over everyone present one by one.

Today, he will leave, and there is a nostalgia in his heart.

"Xuan'er, although Daddy doesn't want you to go, but a good man is in all directions, and now I can only hope that you return safely."

Yang Tian stepped forward, patted Yang Xuan on the shoulder and said, he is a father and a martial artist, and he knew that Yang Xuan had to step out in order to be honed and eventually become a strong martial artist.

"Brother, I miss you."

"Brother Yang, don't leave, okay?"

Gu Qingying and Fang Qingxue ran over with tears in their eyes, clutching Yang Xuan's arms tightly from left to right, and refused to let go.

Su Ziyao, Xia Yuwei, and Shen Yue's eyes were red, and although they didn't speak, everyone's pretty faces were full of reluctance and worry.

Even though Yang Xuan is hard-hearted, he is also a little soft-hearted at this moment.

However, in order to become stronger, he still had to make a move.

"It shouldn't belong to this world, you should go now, don't be too sharp."

A majestic voice came, and Gu Tongxuan appeared silently.

"The disciple understands."

Yang Xuan bowed to Gu Tongxuan, and said to Yang Xuan, "Father, the baby will not go there, you will say goodbye to her for me."

After that, his eyes swept over Manba, Li Yunfei, Shi Yu, Luo Cheng and others, and said, "Everyone, I'm not here this year, you have to practice hard, and when I return, let's enter the Hall of Eternal Life together. "

Manba and others nodded in succession, and did not forget to tell him to be careful when he was done.

"Palace Master, after the disciples leave, I'm here to help you..."

Before the words were finished, Gu Tongxuan said: "Don't worry, there is no one who dares to mess around in the sect."

As soon as the voice fell, an ethereal voice entered Yang Xuan's mind.

"I'll be waiting for you outside the Sword God Palace for my teacher."

This is the voice of War King Yi Wuya.

"Xue'er, Ying'er, you..." Yang Xuan looked at Fang Qingxue and Gu Qingying with a headache.

"No, I don't want my brother to leave." Gu Qingying gritted her teeth.

"Xue'er." Yang Xuan looked at Fang Qingxue.

"Woooo..." Fang Qingxue let go of her hands after all.

"Brother, do you really want to leave?" Gu Qingying raised her head and looked at Yang Xuan with tears in her eyes.

"Yeah, my brother has to go." Yang Xuan's voice was astringent, and he didn't want to stay, but with his current cultivation and strength, it was not the time for his sons and daughters to grow in love.

"That brother promised me that he must come back alive."

"Well, I promise you."

Yang Xuan nodded heavily, and despite all his reluctance, he bid farewell to everyone with tears and embarked on an unknown journey.