Chapter 430

Over the past year, Yi Heng felt that his experience and insight in fighting skills had been improved by many times.

After refining the core of the second-order soul swallowing clan, he has promoted the cultivation to the middle stage.

The monk who had died in front of him at the early stage of Yuanying, I don't know whether he was lucky or not. After several days of life and death fighting, he finally killed the monk on the spot.

He had already learned from other friars why he would surely die if he did not enter the golden elixir period.

The foundation period came in, and met the golden elixir period, from the early, middle and late stages.

When Yuanying comes in, he will be killed by all the friars in the same secret place, and the opponent transformed from the secret place will be the spirit transforming period.

When you come in, you will meet a higher opponent.

Those who are not in the golden elixir period come in, they will meet the opponents of the magic realm, and the opponents will be higher than a big realm.

A higher realm, there is no reason to die? But what shocked him was the power of this ancient power.

No matter what friars come in, they can create a higher realm. What is the realm of this great energy?

For example, now, if the monk in front of him was replaced by Yuanying, he must have died.

"Wow." With a sound, another mouthful of black blood, Qiu Xiyin lay down and lay on the ground. He was also powerless to lie beside her.

Looking at the changeable wind and cloud in the sky, I know that the experience of despair and danger in the past is not as good as ten percent at this time?

The bones of both feet were broken, a fist sized hole in the lower abdomen, and half of the intestines were exposed, and there was almost no intact internal organs.

Slowly run the mana, activate the effect, and connect the meridians of both feet.

After one year's experience, he knew that the magic power of the "secret of eternal life" was still much weaker after the pill was finished. Compared with the really powerful golden elixir, he made a higher judgment.

But even though he killed countless monks, he was not satisfied with their skills.

If there is no best, then we have to make do with it. Otherwise, it will not be so easy to change.

If he used the powerful skill to get the pill, he would not be so seriously injured at this time. At present, monk Yuanying's storage bag was easily available, but he had no strength.

But he didn't worry about sending it out or sending in monks. There were certain rules in this secret place, which made him feel at ease.

Gradually, eyes blurred, consciousness confused, deep sleep.

In this desolate secret place, it was silent at this time, leaving only his weak breath with Qiu Xiyin, which seemed to stop at any time.

And here, in another secret place, a monk looked at the dim hole in the sky, and from time to time, he knew that a thunderstorm was coming.

Sure enough, it did not take a while, then came bursts of muffled sound, shaking his heart, facing the Tianwei, feeling is so powerless.

"Click", if this day is also a monk, how high is it? Can you cast such magic, so powerful?

The whole secret place was enveloped in the storm, but he was unable to escape.

Let the rainstorm drench themselves, let the muddy water rolling on the ground, impact on the broken body lying on the ground unable to stand up.

If Yi Heng were here, he would have recognized the monk who had been covered with mud and water. He was so desperate that he did not dare to return to Shentu Tian in LingMi city.

It has been more than a year since I entered the secret realm of body and meteor, and my accomplishments have been promoted to the middle stage of the golden elixir.

Since Yi Heng killed all the monks he led, he did not dare to return to LingMi city.

But the world was so big that he felt that there was no place to go.

In a daze, he entered the secret realm, broke through the foundation and advanced to the golden elixir. After a year's fighting, he was promoted to the middle of the golden elixir.

But at this time, he only tried to narrow his eyes, squinting his eyes to see the monk lying ten feet away from him, for fear that the monk would suddenly kill him.

It was a monk who had been polished for many years in the later period of the golden elixir. If it had not been for countless calculations and desperate battles, it would have been himself who had no breath now.

But fortunately, in the end, the one who lives is still himself.

"Ha... Cough, cough..." Want to laugh, but was rushed to the mouth of muddy water into his mouth, choking him to cough violently.

The muddy water that he coughed up had a bright red color, but it made him feel much more relaxed.

Who is it? Pushing yourself to this point? There is a figure in my mind. Although I am seriously injured forever, I never fall down.

His fists clenched gradually, and his closed mouth did not dare to open. He roared from his throat like a beast, trying to pull out the figure in his mind and tear it to pieces.

Like a monk lying ten feet away from him, he killed him and tore it up.

He was convinced that as long as he could get out alive, he would be able to achieve this goal, so he closed his eyes at ease and passed out in a coma.

The wind with snow, violently sweeping the mountains, shaking the old trees drive dry, and "Pa Pa Pa" hit the bare cliff.

On the cliff, a bloated monk stood tall and heard the strange wind and snow roaring and roaring.That bloated body burst out of the breath of golden elixir, it seems that they want to fight against this Tianwei.

However, after a while, he fell down on the cliff slowly. In the sound of wind and snow, just before he fell to the ground, a whisper came from his mouth: "team, Captain, waiting for the fat man to return your life."

The barren and boundless ground, countless hard meteorites are disordered, but the snake's eyes are firmly fixed on the front.

The well camouflaged spirit eater was one of them. Although he didn't know where he was, he knew that as long as he relaxed a little, the two tusks would shoot out and pierce into his chest.

He has been in the secret place for more than a year, and countless experiences have not changed the color of his white hands shrunk in his sleeves.

Facing the huge thing of the phage Ling clan, his poison seems to have little effect.

At this time, he preferred to face the later stage, even the early stage of Yuanying, to face the middle stage of Jindan.

But in this secret place, he had no choice but to die or that devouring spirit clan.

But he firmly believed that he must be the last to live, because outside the secret realm, someone is still chasing his captain.

Among the innumerable secret places, countless friars are struggling, either in the face of friars, or in the face of demons and ghosts.

Or in the desolate Gobi, or in the eruption of volcanic fields.

No one knows where it's going to go, but all of us are pushing forward.

Outside the secret realm, in the vast city, in the holy devil sect.

"Elder martial brother, the demons have consolidated their accomplishments. One year has passed. How long will they start?"

"Next year."

"Really, even if the mainland is big next year, where can we find Yi Heng and his partner?"

"One man city."

"One man city? Is it the one-man city built by one's own efforts? Can't help fighting, only at the same level? "

"Not bad."

"Wow, it's so exciting, but why did Yi Heng go there?"

"Because he needs medicine for his soul."

"How do you know, elder martial brother?"

"Take a bottle with you."

...

Yi Heng seems to hear Qiu Xiyin shouting at himself. The rain drips down his face and slowly opens his eyes.

Seeing a beautiful face, she was so sad that she lost her shape. A string of tears fell on her face and her mouth was choked with "senior brother, senior brother..."

If it had not been for the anguish and the faint cry, he would have preferred not to wake up.

"Hi, Xiyin." The dry and bloodless lips could not be opened at all, and the words that only knew the meaning were sent out from the throat.

But Qiu Xiyin, who was kneeling in front of him, woke up suddenly and buried his head in his chest with ecstasy, but he could not cry any more.

A strong magic power along the body, and become gentle, gently heal the internal organs of the wound.

"Master, elder martial brother, just wake up and you'll be fine. I'll..." With a smile, he knew that the injury was so heavy that it was far beyond imagination.

Several times in a coma, he felt his soul drifting away. If he had not seen her in a coma, he would not have returned to his body again.

After all, I don't know how much pain and suffering I have to bear after I come back.

"Elder martial brother, you haven't breathed for several times. Xiyin thought you had..." Quietly listening to her, her feet give out a trace of pain, he knew that the pain means that the meridians have been connected.

I don't know how many days this is a coma. Once he wakes up, he will never escape.

After some precise calculation, the secret place will not be opened again if there are no other friars entering from the first monk within two hours, and the secret place will turn into various opponents.

If you kill your opponent here and you have only one person or one team left, if you are seriously injured, no friars will enter. That is to say, the outer turntable will never turn into this secret place.

However, if you want to stay here for a long time, it is not realistic. According to the injury, the secret state will judge. If the condition of transmission is not triggered, monks will enter again.

This is forcing all monks to move forward. As long as they are not dead, even if they are injured, they must move forward.

Looking at the cheering Qiu Xiyin, Yi Heng sits quietly. After five days, he finally suppresses the seriously injured area. Now only his feet can't move.

But if you can fly, you can't move your feet, and it doesn't matter.

"Magic weapon, elder martial brother, you finally have a defense magic weapon." Qiu Xiyin exclaimed as she was cleaning up the storage bag of monk Yuanying.

Yi Heng knew for a long time that there could be a magic weapon for defense, because when fighting fiercely, the magic weapon did not know how many attacks he could block.

Even if you can master this person's track of action even under the rhyme of one minute, is it easy to have a great difference in accomplishments?

But he didn't like it because it was an ancient book.

When Qiu Xiyin handed this magic weapon to himself, it was very heavy. After opening it, it was really a classic.He didn't know what it was made of. There were some words written on it. At this time, he was too lazy to read it.

After refining, it is not collected into the elixir field, but directly held in the hand.

If he had not been scarred all over his body and his face was scarred with blood, he would have looked like a scholar.

It is said that Luzhou in Southeast China is the place of Confucianism, and the Shifang academy is also a state-level school. All the magic weapons used by its disciples are a pen and an ancient book. I think this person is the one who came here.

There is something in common with his own practice, but the power is not so great, but it is flexible and changeable, but it is also difficult to prevent.

At that time, he was shocked to see that the monk waved a large amount of money in the air and wrote a word of "sword" which was extremely scribbled. A sword light quickly stabbed.

Draw a "defense" character, his purple and gold flying sword is like cutting into the mire, even if the word is cut, it is also blocked by the ancient book.

The so-called writing down the wind and rain, poetry into tears ghosts and gods, no better than this.

Finally, he used up all the soul power of the eight trigrams plate, fought together, and finally killed the man. Even though the five layer body refining formula had been refined, he was also stabbed in the abdomen by the pen.

Another day later, he knew that if he didn't go out again, there would be friars coming, and he had to pick up the jade slips that had fallen to the ground with injuries.

As soon as the jade slips were opened, they were transported to the hall, and dozens of monks with magnificent breath were watching them.

The later, the more powerful the monks were, almost all of them were monks in the later period of the golden elixir, and they were rarely seen in the middle period.

But all kinds of signs show that the final destination, shenting secret place, will eventually arrive.

At this time, I swept the spiritual knowledge into the jade slips. I didn't expect anything. After thousands of years of opening it several times, I'm afraid tens of millions of monks have entered the secret realm, and there is not much good at all.

The best thing is the experience of all kinds of environment, but now the jade slips let him surprise extremely.

"Nine layers of soul refining secrets" is the content of this jade slip. After countless years, the soul refining formula can finally be improved, otherwise the soul thorn is like chicken ribs.

When he met a fierce monk, he didn't dare to attack for fear of hurting others and himself.

When you meet a monk who is close to you, you don't need a soul stab. Instead, you worry about hurting yourself.

All this is because although the soul stab can hurt people, it may also hurt yourself, and it can't detect the strength of the monk's soul, so he dare not use it.

I don't know whether the nine layers of soul refining secrets can fill in this shortcoming.

But there was no time to think about it. Qiu Xiyin pulled him to the turntable. When he got to the middle, he pushed the edge and kept reading something in his mouth.

He only heard that "Qiandui does not want to leave the earthquake, Xun Kan genkun come quickly." With a click, the turntable stopped. Qiu Xiyin cheered in a low voice. The white light around him flashed and disappeared instantly.

"Senior brother, is this the secret place of shenting?" Qiu Xiyin's cheers sounded in his ears, but he was staring at the front in a daze.

"Shenting cave" four purple characters are like floating on the dark blood stone wall, mysterious and three-dimensional.

But it was not these words that dazed him, but the scene in the cave ahead.

Is this in the starry sky? This is his first question.

In the vast void, hundreds of thousands of empty channels appear in front of us irregularly. From the outside, a channel is divided into dozens of small channels.

Standing here, I feel very small physically and mentally.

At this time, the figure disappeared into the channel.

Only the two of them stood here looking up at the numerous empty passages, and did not know which one to take.

There are so many channels in an arc, which looks like a heart from here on. No, it's more like a human brain.

If we reduce this place by 10000 times, even tens of thousands of times, it will be like the brain of ordinary people.

He did not know whether the monks here knew what the brain looked like, and whether the monks here knew whether it was a brain.

"Shenting cave, shenting cave? Is it really a head here? " He murmured to himself, while Qiu Xiyin was still in shock. He seemed to choose a different channel.

If so, it can explain everything in this body's secret state.

When they come in, they are already in the human body. The dark blood stone wall is solidified by flesh and blood, and the central pipe is bone. What is the rattan net around the flesh and bone?

"Meridians." He said to himself with difficulty, the more he thought about it, the more likely he felt, but his heart kept shaking.

If so, the innumerable small secret places before, the small holes above the stone wall, are the acupuncture points of the whole body of this person.

No wonder some caves are big and some are small. This is why the acupoints are different.

There are five small passages in his jiedan place. Are they at the finger? Or at the toes?

How old is this man? Is this power?

Thinking of at least millions of monks shuttling through the body of this power, and taking each acupoint as a secret place to wander, then this power has been out of the scope of human beings.Have you been wrong from the beginning? A monk is not a man? For a moment, he doubted the faith he had been trying to prove and stick to.

But anyway, it's quite possible that this is his head, and these empty channels are every meridian in his brain.

Perhaps at the end of each meridian, there will be precious memories and treasures of this great power.

What's the most important thing?

At this time, there were friars coming in, but after a close look, they rushed towards a void passage and disappeared in an instant.

He didn't know whether they had the advice of their ancestors or whether they chose one at will.

Although there will be treasures everywhere, wouldn't it be better to find the most important place?

But in the brain, where is the most important?

"Purple house." The place where the soul lies is the purple mansion, where there is the soul of this great power, and there must be the most important thing in the soul.

But over the years, has the soul dissipated? And is there a threat to this powerful soul?

If we take the house again, I'm afraid that with the power of his power, the souls of all the monks here are not as good as him.

Should we take a risk? He looked up quietly at the inconspicuous void at the top.

Zifu, should be from there to enter, practice soul refining formula for so long, he is very familiar with.

"Ha ha, it took a lot of hard work to get here." A figure came in again, but he and Qiu Xiyin stood in the corner, not conspicuous.

There was a burst of breath from the man, which made him frightened.

Who is not the breath burst of a monk who has experienced so many small secret places? Who is not killing countless people?

However, this monk was a great success of the golden elixir. After so much tempering, he had a tendency to break the elixir into a baby, and he was definitely not a general loose cultivation.

The man looked at them arrogantly, his face showed a warning color, and then laughed again, rushed into an empty passage and disappeared.

"What should I do, elder martial brother?"

"Wait a minute."

"Do these friars think in advance which passage they want to go to?"

"Probably, after all, it has been around for so long."

"Whoosh, whoosh" two figures appeared at the same time. Seeing them crouching in the corner, their faces showed surprise, but they immediately rushed into the void passage without hesitation.

After carefully observing the time of a stick of incense, the monks who came in entered the void passage without regularity.

There are also monks who enter the same passage. Once they meet in the same passage, they will die and die again.

At this time, he was very anxious.

There must be nothing wrong with entering the void passage leading to the purple mansion. There must be the most valuable things there.

Even if it is just the countless experiences of this great power, just like the small secret place formed by countless acupoints, it can make you improve your knowledge and experience countless times.

But it is certainly the most dangerous place.

The end of other void channels may be just a cell, but the purple mansion is the place of the whole soul.

Most important and dangerous.

What to do?