Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

With more and more spiritual power poured into the wooden sword, the awkward and astringent feeling in Yang Xuan's heart became more and more obvious, and the resistance on the wooden sword became stronger and stronger.

Yang Xuan understood that this was the key to the secret arts. He dared not relax at all. He took out a few scattered spirit stones from the small tower and placed them around the wooden sword according to the records of the secret arts, forming a special Dharma array.

At the moment when the array was formed, Yang Xuan suddenly increased the output of spiritual power. With several crisp sounds, all the spiritual stones around the wooden sword were broken into powder.

Yang Xuan was not surprised but happy. He finally got started.

Sure enough, after the spirit stone was broken, the aura changed wonderfully under the restraint of the Dharma array. It was entangled with the aura of Yang Xuan around the wooden sword and intertwined with each other to explore into the interior of the wooden sword.

With the help of aura, Yang Xuan's aura entered the wooden sword without hindrance.

At the moment when the psychic power entered the wooden sword, Yang Xuan suddenly shook, and a faint burning feeling came from the wooden sword, making Yang Xuan have the illusion that his psychic power had been burned.

Strangely, Yang Xuan did not reject this feeling, and even had a faint sense of kindness.

The doubt in his heart flashed away. Yang Xuan took his mind and concentrated on injecting his spiritual power into the wooden sword. With the erosion of spiritual power again and again, Yang Xuan could feel that the relationship between him and the wooden sword was getting closer and closer.

About half an hour later, Yang Xuan, who felt that the time was ripe, slowly changed the running speed of the spiritual power according to the secret skill. With the change of the spiritual speed, the spiritual power in the wooden sword began to form cyclones one after another. The cyclones were only the size of rice grains, and their structure was very similar to the air wheel in the monk's body.

Countless rice grain sized cyclones rotate in the wooden sword. With the passage of time, mysterious runes gradually appear on the surface of the wooden sword.

This is the formal formation of the French array.

Seeing this, without hesitation, Yang Xuan resolutely pasted his right hand on the wooden sword.

Snap~

With a slightly inaudible sound, part of Yang Xuan's Qi wheel has turned into a wooden sword. With the Qi wheel, there is also the Qingyuan magic fire entrenched in the Qi wheel.

The faint light on the surface of the wooden sword disappeared in a flash. After a few breaths, all the visions on the wooden sword dispersed, and the mysterious runes on the surface disappeared. They changed back to their original plain appearance.

Yang Xuan's momentum also dropped rapidly, and it barely stopped until it fell to the third realm.

"It's done!" The decline of cultivation made Yang Xuan's face a little pale, but Yang Xuan's eyes were very bright.

Collect the wooden sword into the small tower, and Yang Xuan tries to run the spiritual power in his body.

Although the spiritual power was reduced sharply to the level of only the third realm, the quality was still there, and without the interference of Qingyuan magic fire, the spiritual power in Yang Xuan could run wantonly without scruples, without the previous sense of heaviness.

"Although the cultivation has decreased, without the trouble of Qingyuan magic fire, the speed of traveling is definitely much faster than before, and..."

Looking at the dense forest around, Yang Xuan's eyes twinkled.

"Do those barbarian friars rely on Qingyuan magic fire to determine my position? You can confirm it next."

After cleaning up the traces left, a faint aura flashed on the surface of Yang Xuan's body, and he lost his trace in an instant.

Half an hour later, where Yang Xuan disappeared, a faint aura flashed, and eight barbarian friars stopped.

"It's strange that the traces of Qingyuan magic fire have completely disappeared here. I can't feel the existence of Qingyuan magic fire. Is that boy dead?"

"It's impossible. Although the Qingyuan magic fire is powerful, what we have is only a brief version of the Qingyuan magic fire. It's impossible to kill a monk in the fourth realm so easily, and..."

"And even if the boy really died under the Qingyuan magic fire, with the cultivation of the fourth boundary friar, the residual spiritual power in his body after his death is enough to burn the Qingyuan magic fire for a period of time, which can't make us lose our senses completely."

"Has he dissipated the Green yuan magic fire?" Some barbarian friars speculated.

"Probably not." The barbarian monk who spoke first shook his head and retorted: "the Qingyuan magic fire is not something that the fourth boundary friars can deal with at all. Even if it is an incomplete Qingyuan magic fire, I prefer that the other party uses some kind of secret technique to temporarily suppress the counterattack of the Qingyuan magic fire compared with completely killing the Qingyuan magic fire."

"Indeed, this is the most reasonable explanation." A barbarian monk nodded in agreement with this guess.

"If the boy really uses his secret skills to temporarily suppress the reverse bite of Qingyuan magic fire, there must be a time limit and he can't escape all the time."

"That's right!" The first barbarian monk spoke again and directly made a decision, "since we have lost the induction of Qingyuan magic fire, it will lose significance for us to continue to get together. Next, we will chase separately."

With this, the savage friars flashed a fierce killing intention in their eyes: "you are all four boundary friars who have experienced countless hardships of life and death. I believe in your ability. Please remember..."

"If you meet Yang Xuan, you must take advantage of his weakness to attack with all your strength, and don't give him any chance to fight back!"

"In short, there is no amnesty for killing!"

"Yes!"

After a brief discussion, eight barbarian friars chased each other in different directions.

The other side.

"Well, how could you..." the Green yuan magic fire emitting a faint threat swayed on the left hand of the barbarian friar. Yu Qingcheng and Fenglei Tiger stood less than two steps away from the barbarian friar.

This is a great opportunity. As long as the barbarian friar gently waves his hand forward, Qingyuan magic fire can easily break through Yu Qingcheng's defense line and enter Yu Qingcheng.

With the cultivation of Yu Qingcheng's fourth territory, there is no way to resist the invasion of Qingyuan magic fire. Before long, Qingyuan magic fire will burn Yu Qingcheng's spiritual power and then burn her soul.

This is the situation that the barbarian friars worked hard to manage. This is a great opportunity.

The situation should have developed like this.

But the barbarian friars could not see that day anyway.

He has completely lost the power to drive Qingyuan magic fire.

The white silk tightly wrapped around his neck, emitting a faint aura and the huge cavity in his chest completely destroyed his body and took away his last glimmer of vitality.

The barbarian friar could only utter an unwilling sigh, and Yu Qingcheng completely broke his neck with white silk.

After confirming that the barbarian friar really had no more vitality, Yu Qingcheng finally relieved himself, took back Bai Ling, leaned against the wind Thunder Tiger, gasped, and his forehead was full of cold sweat.

Bang!

Without Bai Ling's support, the body of the barbarian monk fell heavily to the ground. The uncontrollable Qingyuan magic fire burst out and splashed everywhere, corroding the surrounding ground, and the space was full of burnt smell.