As the divine light circulates, it is like a golden light rushing into the sky, but it is blocked by a thin spiritual light and cannot break through at all.
Within the cauldron, the essence is like a river and sea, and everything you look at is golden.
The corpses, flesh and blood of more than twenty demons were refined with demon elixirs. At this moment, it seemed as if a cauldron of peerless divine soup was brewed, exuding endless divine light, with golden energy rising up, like hundreds of dragons, impacting the mouth of the cauldron.
Qin Yan'er, Li Xiangxin and even the divine wood spirit all swallowed their saliva and looked at this scene.
It seems that in their eyes, what is inside this cauldron is a peerless delicacy, and nothing in the world can compare with it.
This is also true. Looking at the world, who can boil more than 20 great demons into a soup?
What shocked the three of them the most was the essence in this cauldron. It was really terrifying. All the bones and blood of the great demon were boiled into a soup in this cauldron, and the demon pill was also boiled into it.
The energy is flowing and blending into it.
"With just one bowl, I feel like my body will be broken!" Li Xiangxin exclaimed, looking at Qin Xuan and the figure in white, with even more sighs in his eyes.
How could there be such a terrifying existence in the world, and how old was Qin Xuan?
Only eighteen, but one person can conquer the sky, slay demons, and refine divine soup... Li Xiangxin couldn't help but doubt that the person in front of him was not the reincarnation of a real immortal god, right?
Even Li Xiangxin did not dare to say that all the things he observed were only the truth of Qin Xuan. Who knew how terrifying and mysterious the body of this slightly immature young man was?
Qin Yan'er stood quietly aside, refining the great demon. She had seen it before, and even hid some of it.
It's just that... the energy in this cauldron is too powerful. Can it really be eaten?
The god-turning wood spirit was even more trembling. It looked in awe, and even it dared not say that it could swallow up this cauldron of divine soup. What should this friend of the ancestral demon do?
Under the gaze of everyone, Qin Xuan slowly opened his eyes. He looked at this place indifferently, ignoring the gazes of the three people.
Immediately, he pointed a little.
The spiritual light on the tripod spreads out, roar!
A ray of golden light rose up into the sky like a sky pillar, like thousands of dragons roaring together, shaking the sky and the earth.
Qin Xuan tapped his foot lightly and was shocked. At this moment, he climbed onto the golden light and stepped down, forcing the golden light back into the cauldron.
Qin Xuan's eyes were calm, this golden light contained essence, and no trace of it should be wasted.
With his feet stepping on the golden light, he stood at the mouth of the tripod. Then, he flicked his sleeves and sat cross-legged. He was actually sitting on top of the golden light and the mysterious tripod.
"What is he going to do?"
The transformed wood spirit, Li Xiangxin, and even Qin Yaner were all at a loss.
Qin Xuan's expression was calm. Suddenly, he formed a secret with his hands and his body trembled slightly.
In an instant, his body was as heavy as a mountain, and his body was slowly sinking into the Xuanding, suppressing the terrifying energy.
"Qingdi!"
Qin Yan'er couldn't help but turn pale. The essence in that golden cauldron was so terrifying. If a person fell into it, he would probably be crushed into powder by the extremely terrifying essence in just a few breaths.
Qin Xuan actually entered the cauldron alone?
Qin Xuan remained unmoved until his body slowly sank into the sacred wooden cauldron. Immediately, a spiritual light flew out from the cauldron and turned into mysterious runes, sealing the mouth of the cauldron.
At this point, the surroundings seemed to be completely calm.
There was only a slight strange fragrance that filled the air, tempting people to be greedy, but no monster dared to come. Qin Yan'er, Li Xiangxin, and the transformed wood spirit stared at the big cauldron in stunned silence for a long time.
Inside the cauldron, Qin Xuan was sitting cross-legged. The divine soup was boiling around him, as hot as lava. The divine light filled the air, and the energy stirred up the surroundings.
As soon as he entered the cauldron, Qin Xuan felt as if he was entering the deep sea. The terrifying squeezing force of the surrounding essence made his muscles and bones crackle in an instant.
The energy contained here is too terrifying. More than twenty monsters are simply beyond what the Qi refining stage can bear.
Even the golden elixir and the realm of divine transformation cannot swallow them all.
Qin Xuan looked at the golden color in front of him and slowly closed his eyes. Then, he allowed the divine soup to boil and the essence to billow, as if the old monk had entered meditation, with dead trees and rocks, and no external objects in his body.
He disperses everything, and if a person floats and sinks in this essence.
Only the Eternal Eternal Green Art was in motion, and every time it circulated for a week, the surrounding essence seemed to be pouring into his body crazily.
This feeling is as if iron juice has penetrated into the bones, and the painful areas are suffering. It is simply unbearable. It is like crushing every inch of flesh and blood, having iron juice poured over the body, and the internal organs being burned by fierce fire.
However, Qin Xuan didn't seem to notice it, he didn't even move his brows.
The eyes were lightly closed, as if nothing external existed, and the indifferent expression had not changed at all.
Wave after wave of majestic essence enters the body, like a golden dragon, circulating in the meridians, entering from the outside, returning to the heart, and entering the blood sea.
In an instant, the sea of blood seemed to be boiling, and golden dragons were meandering on the red sea of blood, like a group of dragons dancing wildly, turning the river upside down.
The nine-foot sea of blood was boiling crazily at this moment, and countless turbulent waves rose up, submerging the golden essence in it.
Every time a golden dragon is swallowed by the sea of blood, the sea of blood in Qin Xuan's heart seems to expand a little, nine feet one, nine feet two...
Slowly breaking through the shackles and surpassing the limit.
Outside the tripod, Qin Yan'er looked at the time and couldn't help but sigh: "It's been ten days!"
Her eyes were fixed on the big cauldron. For ten days and ten nights, Qin Xuan entered the big cauldron without any movement, as if he had become one with the divine soup.
It's not that Qin Yan'er has never seen it close before, but the energy is too terrifying, the divine light is permeating the air, and everything that comes into view is the same color, and not even half of Qin Xuan's hair can be seen.
She seemed a little worried, maybe Qin Xuan was seriously injured by the energy in the cauldron and fell into a worrying situation.
Until, on the eleventh day of night, the bright moon shines like a screen, illuminating the islands, and a big demon looks up, roars at the moon, and swallows the essence of the sky and the earth, as well as the essence of the sun and the moon.
Qin Yan'er sat quietly on a branch. This was a branch dropped by the wood spirit specially for Qin Yan'er. The branch was like a swing, rippling gently.
She looked at the cauldron, then at the moonlight, and finally sighed softly.
Suddenly, there was a muffled sound, which seemed to disturb the night, causing the branches and leaves of the ten thousand-year-old sycamore tree to tremble, and green awns gathered together, turning into an old man.
Li Xiangxin also woke up from practicing and looked at the Xuanding in shock.
The tripod, which had been silent for ten days and ten nights, was actually trembling. Could it be that Qin Xuan was about to leave seclusion?
With this thought, immediately, the two of them and the tree seemed to have their eyes fixed on the cauldron, unable to move.
There is a gap in the tree crown, and a ray of moonlight passes through the sky-covering tree crown and falls on the sacred tree Xuanding.
Quietly, the spiritual light dispersed, and a shadow broke out of the cauldron.
When this shadow fell, in an instant, both of them were shocked, with different expressions on their faces.
Qin Xuan stood on the edge of the tripod mouth, clad in white and bathed in the moonlight, standing with his hands behind his back.
He lowered his head and glanced inside the cauldron. Shen Xi and his energy had long since disappeared. All he saw in his eyes was a puddle of clear water reflecting the moonlight.