On the island, the dead trees are about to be destroyed, and the elixirs are everywhere. When the breeze blows, those elixirs have turned into ashes.
In this elixir, a figure sits cross-legged, with his upper body naked, and a faint hint of gold on the surface of the skin. From this golden skin, you can almost clearly see the faint bloodline in it.
It's as if this body was created by God and carved with miraculous craftsmanship, without any flaws.
The gray hair is like white snow, scattered around here, swaying in the breeze.
Qin Xuan's hands were between his knees, as if the five qi were rising, and some of his acupuncture points were faintly trembling, as if his heart was bulging and contracting.
Qin Xuan has been in retreat here for about a week.
If you look inside Qin Xuan's body at this moment, you can see that the seeds in his heart have now sprouted, and tender but golden branches are coming from his heart and leading to the acupoints all over his body.
There are seven hundred and twenty holes, and the branches are the same. When you enter the hole, it seems that there are buds about to sprout from the branches, but the vigorous power is always missing.
In his dantian, Qin Xuan's spiritual sea has disappeared, replaced by a green sacred tree, nine inches high, swaying quietly in his dantian, and the emerald green leaves seem to be carved from jade.
It's such a miraculous workmanship that not even a trace of veins can be seen in each leaf, just like a leaf without veins.
Only on one leaf, it seems that the veins have been vaguely seen. The veins are clearly visible inside the leaf. They are faintly visible, but they seem to be Tao principles, telling endless mysteries and the principles of heaven and earth.
On the side, Qin Yan'er was holding a gold needle, pulling white silk thread, and sewing something.
She has already recovered from her injuries and is concentrating.
What she holds in her hand is a treasure of the Holy See of Light, and the thread is the legendary silkworm's silk. This is an extinct treasure in China, but it is well preserved in the treasure house of the Holy See of Light.
The Holy See of Light has thousands of years of foundation, hiding too many precious things.
I'm afraid that the Holy See of Light never imagined that he would die in the hands of the Qing Emperor, and that even the thousands of years of foundation of the Holy See of Light would be reduced to someone else's wedding garment.
Qin Yan'er was doing needlework and sewing clothes for Qin Xuan.
Ordinary clothes are too weak, and even Qin Xuan's current practice can't bear it, and he will be turned into ashes before he knows it.
Therefore, Qin Yan'er thought of using the gluttonous skin to weave a piece of clothing for the Qing Emperor. To this end, she specifically asked Qin Xuan for advice on the method of refining magic weapons in the world of cultivation.
Of course, it is difficult for Qin Yan'er to master it. After all, the way to practice Qi is also extremely difficult in the world of cultivation.
But Qin Yan'er can still easily understand the simplest sewing without hurting Taotie's skin.
Suddenly, Qin Xuan's eyes opened quietly, and his pupils were glowing with cyan, which contained the vision of the sacred tree.
The moment he opened his eyes, he felt what seemed to be the sound of wind and thunder.
It was as if the pores all over his body were blowing wind and thunder, as if all the beasts were hidden within his body.
Qin Xuan frowned slightly, and the strange phenomena on his body gradually calmed down and returned to his normal appearance.
"It's still a little bit worse!" Qin Xuan stood up, with dissatisfaction in his eyes.
The Thousands of Thousand Years of Guangming Holy See's secrets, elixirs, spiritual crystals and even the golden spirit tree were almost devoured by him in this week. Such treasures are enough for ordinary cultivators to break through to the golden elixir realm dozens of times, but Qin
Xuan still has not advanced to the Golden Core.
This made Qin Xuan a little disappointed. In his previous life, he had mastered the first few levels of the Eternal Evergreen Art with just one fairy medicine. How could it be so difficult now?
"Forget it, it's just a matter of time!" Qin Xuan's brows calmed down. In this week, although he did not advance to the golden elixir realm, he successfully practiced the second level of the Eternal Evergreen Technique. The blood tree grew branches seven hundred and two times.
Nine inches of green wood, as long as the blood tree grows leaves and the green wood bears fruit, he is the real one
You have truly entered the realm of golden elixir.
Moreover, during his training, he even successfully cultivated the eighth-grade Vermillion Bird Eyes.
The magic power enters the eyes, and the pupils are born with red birds, burning mountains and boiling seas.
Eighth grade treasure technique!
Qin Xuan glanced at Qin Yan'er and frowned lightly, "It seems that I should refine a treasured garment!"
He shook his head and smiled. This time, he found a lot of good things in the treasure house of the Holy See of Light. Although all the elixirs and spiritual crystals had been consumed by him, some treasures surprised him. Even in
Among them, Qin Xuan encountered many precious treasures, even sixth-grade items.
Then, Qin Xuan stepped forward, and like wind and thunder, he rushed directly to the shore of the island.
The moment he approached, a large five-pointed star formation appeared.
This large array isolates everything, even satellites cannot detect this scene.
Qin Xuan stood with his hands behind his back and smiled faintly, "The red bird pupils are complete. I wonder how powerful the red bird pupils can be when used?"
He smiled faintly. In his previous life, he spent a lot of time cultivating the Suzaku Eye. He practiced it for more than several years.
Zhuque Pupil has three realms: one is open fire, the other is lihuo, and the third is true fire.
Ming fire is visible fire, Li fire is the fire of the five elements, and true fire is a fire that can burn even the soul.
In these three realms, Qin Xuan had only reached great perfection in the realm of divine transformation in his previous life. Now, although Qin Xuan has perfected the Vermillion Bird Eyes, he does not know which realm he has reached.
After all, the green tree and thousands of green leaves in his body are all condensed from the power of evergreen. It is more powerful than the previous ten-foot spiritual sea. The magic power is thick and pure, enough to crush dozens of golden elixir monks to death.
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What will happen to the Suzaku Eyes exerted by such magic?
The corners of Qin Xuan's mouth curled up, and he was also a little curious.
Thinking of it, a faint flame suddenly rose in Qin Xuan's green pupils. This flame started from the wood in his pupils, and soon, Qin Xuan's eyes turned red.
Looking closely, Qin Xuan's red pupils still contained the phantom of the green wood, but on the phantom of the green wood, it looked more like a red bird flying out of the green wood.
The red bird tree came up, and as Qin Xuan used his Vermillion Bird Eyes, the red bird flapped its wings and flew out of Qin Xuan's pupils.
Two red birds flew out of Qin Xuan's pupils. Qin Xuan's pupils seemed to erupt with red flames, and the surrounding world turned into a furnace in an instant.
Immediately, the two red birds began to change in the air. In the blink of an eye, there were two booming sounds, and the fire feathers covered the sky, as if it was about to burn through the sky. The surrounding trees were burned out of all moisture at this moment.
In the end it spontaneously ignited.
"go!"
Qin Xuan slowly spit out one word, and immediately, the two Suzakus flew out, and the five-star array was completely burned in an instant.
The sea rolled like boiling water. Wherever the red bird passed by, the sea water disappeared, and two steam cloud dragons appeared in the sea.
Until, these two Suzakus landed on the island 10,000 meters away.
The island was almost a hundred feet in diameter. When the Suzaku landed on it, in just an instant, the island was completely engulfed in a sea of fire.
When the flames dissipate, the hundred-foot island...