Vermilion blood dripped and dyed the bed sheets and quilts. Chen Shaobai looked calm and seemed to have no idea about the pain coming from his palms.

The red liquid flowing out quickly soaked in the Demon Sword. The power of Qingxuan Yuanjue was poured into the sword body with blood. The two were completely neutralized, and it seemed that there was an annihilation effect. It devoured his blood and spiritual power like a bottomless pit.

The epitome of thousands of alien beasts flowed out along his blood and poured into the demon sword. The ferocious beast roared and revolved back and forth, stunning.

As time passed, the wound had gradually healed and no longer oozed blood. He secretly used sword-controlling techniques, and his hands and swords connected, expanding the wound again.

The fuel of life is passing by, and Chen Shaobai's face is pale as gold paper, like a tuberculosis who has been tortured by illness for more than ten years. His eyes are clear and firm, without any cowardice.

Human power is sometimes poor, and the same is true for will. Half an hour later, sitting cross-legged on the bed sheet full of blood, Chen Shaobai's consciousness began to daze, his pupils spread a little, and his ears were covered with the hideous roars of strange beasts, but he could only grit his teeth and struggle to support him.

Every time I pass the barrier, I must ensure that my physical and mental state is intact. If I fail this time and want to find another opportunity, I have to wait for the first half of the year.

He can't afford to wait!

In the darkness, he seemed to see two souls hidden in his mind, one in the past life and the other in this life. Both are of the same root and the same origin, but there is a layer of diaphragm that cannot be completely harmonious.

Perhaps this is the origin of the two soul strange hierarchy, it is the source of the power of spiritual power and the cause of breakthroughs.

Time passed, and the belief of "persistence" resonated. The two round souls emitted light at the same time, illuminating Chen Shaobai's heart, illuminating his mind, and illuminating the lost path.

A cool but nothingness came from the demon sword, penetrated into the body, and walked around in a circle according to the operating rules of "Qingxuan Yuanjue", and settled three inches below the lower abdomen.

This is the essence source, also known as the lower dantian. As long as he successfully absorbs enough sword spiritual power and gathers a piece of his own magic power, it means that he has completely broken through to the realm of extreme changes in the spirit.

The third level of the sword master, also known as the peak of refining Ji, is the secret realm of tempering Qi.

"This is magic power? Concentrate your mind and keep it steady!"

A wisp of cool breath flows into the lower dantian, nourishing the essence of the body, and gradually gathering and expanding.

The spiritual energy passes through the sword, and is tempered by the blood soul and soul to generate magic power.

The magic power gradually gathers together, and it seems that it will form an origin.

However, the sky did not follow the wishes of others. When Chen Shaobai thought that the tree had already been completed and was about to break through, he heard a "pop" sound, and the clear-cut demon sword in front of him collapsed and disintegrated in an inch, flying in the room like an iron butterfly.

The sword with an extraordinary texture cannot withstand the impact of the flow of mana and is directly destroyed.

As the Demon Sword collapsed, a wisp of unformed magic power in the lower dantian began to gradually disperse.

"No trouble! There must be opportunities and solutions!"

At this moment, Chen Shaobai quickly ran his brain, scraping his stomach, forcibly remembering everything he saw, heard, learned and felt, analyzing and gathering it, and trying to find a remedy.

"I deliberately chose the Demon Sword and Qingxuan Yuan Jue distributed by the sect as the basis for breakthroughs. The degree of fit should be the maximum and the easiest to break through. Is it because my soul power is too strong, communicating with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and drawing too much magic power, so can't the sword body bear it?"

"The magic weapon is also an existence smelted by the great monks with magic power, and it also contains the origin of the sword! Then, you may be able to find a magic weapon with tough material to try!"

Chen Shaobai held the gray clock on his chest with his hands, pulled it off, and immediately applied blood, treating the dead horse as a living horse, but he was unwilling to give up hope easily.

Although the Yin-Yang Chaos Bell is not very clear, I think it is at least a treasure level and can definitely withstand the breakthrough of him, a small cultivator of the refining realm.

Subconsciously, he used the sword-control technique, and his will unconsciously condensed into an invisible sword and drilled into the chaos bell.

A faint gray flame emerged on the surface of the bell body and condensed into small pockets and exquisite small swords. Each flame-gray sword is carved with inscriptions as bright as stars.

Gradually, the cool air flow was drawn out from the lower dantian and poured into the Chaos Bell as fuel.

The gray clock immediately responded with a completely different burning force than before.

A trace of gray flame penetrated into his body and wandered, and the dark scorching smoke sprayed out from his pores, which was completely contrary to the comfort brought by the cool air flow before. This gray flame gave Chen Shaobai the feeling, as if a tiny blade had repeatedly cut his body. If his nerves had not been tempered and tough as steel, he would have been unconscious long ago.

"Persevere! You must persevere! Diligence is rewarded, and I will never believe that hard work will be rewarded!"

Chen Shaobai's face looked a little hideous and distorted because of the pain, but his eyes became clearer and brighter.

A quarter of an hour later, the gray flame on the Chaos Bell completely dissipated, and a wisp of gray magic power was quietly staying in the lower dantian.

After his body habitually trembled for several breaths, Chen Shaobai barely recovered from the pain.

The room has good breathability, and the gray turbid air that ejaculated from his body had completely dissipated. When he stood up and moved his body, Chen Shaobai found that his eyes were becoming more and more sharp. As long as he listened carefully, he could even hear the sound of an ant walking outside the house. Every breathing was filled with an ethereal and clear smell, and the intestinal organs were also very clean and refreshing, without any impurities.

To describe it in the words of martial arts and immortal cultivation novels, even if he now goes from acquired to innate and learns one or two secret magical techniques, he can be called the Land True Immortal.

Chen Shaobai initially estimated that his strength and speed had increased by at least three times. With a thought, a black water filthy sword broke through the air and came to his feet.

With the help of mana, he was very happy to fly indoors with a flying sword sticking to the soles of his feet and fly at a low altitude for two laps.

Flying with one's own strength is a desire from the heart of human beings. Otherwise, the legends of deified life in the past would not have given angels, demons, gods, and Taoists the power of flying.

"In the first realm of refining Ji, you can actually persist in completing the sacrificial and refining of the Yin-Yang Chaos Bell. Chen Shaobai, you are very good!"

A sound of Kongming and distant voice sounded in his mind. Chen Shaobai understood that it was the Chaos Bell's instrument spirit that woke up. He had a sincere smile on his face and said, "Swear, have you recovered?"

"It's just temporary. The Chaos Bell is a little incomplete and cannot be self-sufficient. Your current mana is not enough to support the operation. After saying that, I will fall asleep again immediately."

The Chaos Bell was floating in front of him, and a small black flame sword was floating on the clock face, making it an incarnation of the oath: "The magic power in your body is called 'Yang Yan', not the fake magic power of Lao Shizi. Even if it is an ordinary first level of temptation, the [Sword Type] realm good players, the pure level of their magic power in their bodies is just different from you."

"Um?"

Chen Shaobai blinked his eyes and did not follow the next sentence. He always felt that there was something in his oath, and the aphorisms that gains and losses always flashed in his heart.

"After tempering of Yangyan, your body has reached the perfect level of the first level of refining Jiji, and there is no more impurities. You just need to accumulate quietly and use it skillfully to successfully break through to the secret realm of refining Qi. Moreover, it has endless magical uses. As long as you practice the secret magical powers, you can almost fight the invincible hand of refining Jiji!"

"Then what?"

"Ahem... Yang Yan's magic power quality is ten times that of ordinary pseudo-mana, so the resources you need to practice are ten times that of ordinary people. However, you also have to consider your two souls and strange arbors. In other words, it is difficult for you to break through to the secret realm of Qi Quenching, at least dozens of times that of ordinary people."

In other words, under normal circumstances, the resources that can allow him to break through to the secret realm of quenching are enough to create dozens of quenching powerhouses!

Even though he was mentally prepared, Chen Shaobai was still shocked. He gasped and asked, "What are the remedies?"

"Yes! Heavenly treasures, magical medicines, magical springs, eat them desperately and pour them hard!"

After saying that, the gray flame on the Chaos Bell completely disappeared, and she slept again. The small bell turned into a stream of light and penetrated into Chen Shaobai's chest, becoming a gray bell-shaped pattern.

"Eat the treasures of heaven and earth, try your best to eat..."

Chen Shaobai's mouth twitched, but when he remembered the words before swearing, his eyes were filled with raging light. He stretched out his left hand and several gray yang flames lingered around it. He could increase the temperature and compress the surrounding air and burst, and could also blend with water.

"Watching all the Lian Ji is invincible? Although it may be a bit exaggerated, this Yang Yan should not be too weak."

"I don't have enough resources, so I'll grab it!"

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