At this time, the sun was setting in the dense forest. The sunset and the faint afterglow illuminated the orchards of the dense forest like a fairyland. Chen Xuan's heart had been extremely calm, without a trace of ripples, and the hatred in his heart had turned into a faint light.
The blue smoke is buried in the deepest part of the soul.
He staggered back to the cave where he practiced, lit a bonfire and sat down quietly. This place is nice, let's practice here from tomorrow on, he muttered to himself.
A good night's sleep may be due to eating wild fruits or the rising weather. Chen Xuan seemed to have slept deeply that night. He woke up naturally just after dawn the next morning.
I don’t know how many times I have danced the sword technique of Ming Zi Jue under the willow tree. Every move is so resolute, and wherever the sword passes, it seems to be free and unrestrained. His movement is like a dragon flying across the sea, soaring in the void.
However, when he rose, the sword intent was as turbulent as the turbulent Yangtze River. The sharp sword eyebrows were like sword light and cold stars, and the expression on his face was filled with a solemn and murderous aura.
Boom! Suddenly Chen Xuan's sword swam like a snake in the forest. Every time it crossed the void, there was a sound of friction between the air and the sword's will, crackling like a majestic one in the world.
Bang! Suddenly, Chen Xuan's eyes were focused, and the sound of the sword rose up like the waves of the sea. He turned sideways and crashed into the surrounding mountains. As soon as he reached the mountains, he was like a flexible fish.
Passing around without any damage
Chen Xuan's eyes were full of heroism, and his figure was as handsome as a dragon, soaring freely across every mountain range like an eagle in the sky. Chen Xuan held a sword in his left hand and suddenly drew a large circle in the void, like a full moon.
As cold as a jade plate, the sword stood up and passed by, and a moment later the mountains behind him roared.
With a rumble, the earth and rocks exploded without warning like a mirror immersed in comfort, as if the Optimus Pillar suddenly collapsed. Chen Xuan's eyes were indifferent, as if he had nothing to do with him.
The earth and rocks were flying randomly in the void, like flying snow in the North Ming Dynasty. Chen Xuan's thin lips curled up as if he was sneering, and the next moment he became murderous.
The sword shuttled through the air like a snake dancing wildly. It seemed casual and without any plan, but every stab and strike contained a plan. Every time it charged up, it was like a storm that had been brewing for a long time.
Sadness strikes.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sword body left no sword mark wherever it passed, and all the earth and rocks turned into fragments and ashes before rushing towards the thick soil of the earth. Just like this, Chen Xuan's white shirt struck, and the handle of the long sword seemed to be immersed in endless sword intent, as if
Turn into a free condor and fly in the wind, keep company with the sky, and fight with the mountains.
I practiced for about five hours.
call
Chen Xuan took a long breath, heartily, his face was slightly rosy, and there were beads of sweat on his cheeks. With a casual wave of his hand, it was like a shower of rain.
"Hahaha, so happy!" Chen Xuan laughed wildly, his eyes full of unruly color. He raised his eyes and saw that the sun was already high in the sky, and the bright and scorching sun turned the thick soil into a furnace-like heat.
Chen Xuan walked calmly to the spring and washed himself, and then went to the orchard to pick a lot of wild fruits. The taste of the wild fruits was not any less fresh because Chen Xuan had tasted it yesterday.
On the contrary, the wild fruits here are like aged wine, with a unique flavor every time you eat it. Because of the early morning and morning sword practice, Chen Xuan felt an unusual sense of hunger in his belly at this time.
He swallowed ten wild fruits in one breath, like a hungry wolf. After that, he lay contentedly under the fruit forest tree and fell asleep. About an hour later, he walked towards the cave. In the afternoon, he went to visit the cave.
At the end of my understanding of alchemy and talismans.
Mysterious words once again appeared in his mind, and the alchemy and talismans were the result of his heart. Chen Xuan did not care about anything more, but continued reading. Alchemy and talismans were divided into nine levels, and they were all connected.
The art of alchemy that Chen Xuan has now comprehended is
The Daoxin continent is divided into two categories, but they do not want to be integrated in their world.
In fact, Chen Xuan has heard about this for a long time, because in the earliest days, alchemy and talismans were fused and created. As for this group of people, they are called alchemy masters and are very respected among the monks.
But for some unknown reason, in the past thousand years, the title of alchemy master has disappeared. Instead, they became alchemy master and talisman maker respectively. Because it is said that pills and talismans are difficult to
When it comes to learning, it’s very rare to get started.
It would be extremely difficult to get started with both. In fact, the top alchemy masters and talisman masters among the five major sects, that is, the seventh-grade alchemy masters or talisman masters, have long been passed down from generation to generation.
It's because the original alchemy and talisman secrets have been lost, and the people who came after them can't integrate them, so it's extremely difficult for those alchemists and talisman masters to learn alchemy or talisman. This time, I can think of picking it up.
Treasure! Among the three books that the white-clothed swordsman transferred into his mind, one was the Fire Sword Technique, and the other two were the upper and lower volumes of the Alchemy Secret Technique.
Chen Xuan continued to read, his eyes were slightly closed, and his consciousness was as wide as the sea. At this time, Chen Xuan had reached the third level of Dao Master, so the power of Dao Heart was also much stronger. In other words, at this time, he
His soul is much stronger than before.
The art of alchemy is divided into nine levels, and each level is like a shackle to the alchemy master. The higher the level, the higher the skill of the alchemy. Chen Xuan smiled lightly when he saw this. It seems that those of the five major sects
Alchemy masters are just getting started with this book!
Then they still act like I am the best in the world all day long, which is really ridiculous! When I master it in the future, I will teach them like a raptor out to sea.
Chen Xuan cursed secretly in his heart.
Chen Xuan continued to read the requirements of a ninth-grade alchemy master. His Taoist power had reached the fifth level of a Taoist master, he had no limit on furnace fire, and his ability to control fire was level nine. He could memorize the following list of medicinal materials and be able to refine them skillfully.
"Greetings, Young Master!" A faint light lit up, and a glint flashed in Chen Xuan's eyes. Could it be that there is a book spirit in the first volume of the secret book of alchemy. In that case, he should be able to practice it
Adds a lot of convenience.
Chen Xuan glanced back and saw a man in a black robe standing respectfully behind him. There was a faint aura that did not belong to this world, but the black robe covered his face and body, only
Revealing those dark pupils makes people wonder if this person died in the light of day.
But Chen Xuan understood the secret. It seems that this person is a spiritual being! The person who raises this spiritual being is either so powerful that it makes people unable to breathe, or it is cruel, weird and unpredictable to the point of being terrifying.
Because in fact, the spirit of the spiritual object is the soul of the monk. In other words, it is the power of the monk's Taoist heart. And the person who restrains the power of the Taoist heart is either a person who had a big hatred against him during his lifetime. After killing him, he worked hard to kill him.
His Dao mind was restrained to prevent him from entering the reincarnation of heaven. I am afraid that this move would be impossible without the help of a powerful Talisman Master.
As for such a Talisman Master who is at least the first level, it is obvious that there are no such Talisman Masters in the Daoxin Continent. There is also a kind of Talisman Master who is so powerful that he can evade the law of heaven. How terrifying such strength must be!
In addition, this person's aura does not belong to the Daoxin Continent, and it should be done by the group of Presbyterians. It's just that that group of people is too terrifying, and they are actually powerful enough to circumvent the level of heaven.
"Yes! No courtesy!" Chen Xuan said lightly. The aura of a twenty-seven-year-old young man was as powerful as that of a long-standing sect master or the royal family.
Chen Xuan's feminine face was expressionless, and he was silent in his words, as if he was thinking about the matter of the Presbyterian Church.
The servant looked at Chen Xuan without saying anything, and vaguely guessed what Chen Xuan was worried about.
"Young Master, don't worry too much. Although I am a spirit, I am not one who can avoid the ways of heaven! Because the elders of the Presbyterian Church can restrain spirits without avoiding the ways of heaven. To them, this is like raising a spirit.
It’s as simple as a pet.”
Chen Xuan's mind flashed. It turns out that there are exceptions to the way of heaven?
"They are immortals! Naturally"
The book servant obviously didn't want to stay on this topic for too long. Before he came out, he had been told not to reveal too much about the affairs of the Presbyterian Council to Chen Xuan. If he disobeyed the orders of the Presbyterian Council, the result would be nothing but smoke and smoke!
Immortals? It seems that the swordsman in white has also said this to himself. Are they really immortals? Suddenly, Chen Xuan seemed to have thought of something, and murderous intent suddenly appeared on his face. But so what if they are immortals, this spiritual creature has bad intentions!
"Yeah!" Chen Xuan snorted coldly, his face was filled with an icy chill, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
"Young Master, this subordinate is different from the book spirit in the Fire Refining Sword Technique given to you by Elder Bai Zhang. He is like a memory box, which was given to him by the elders of the Immortals before.
Whatever is instilled in him will determine his memory. But his subordinates are intelligent creatures."
The people in the book seemed to look at Chen Xuan calmly, and introduced him to Chen Xuan eloquently without caring.
"Well! Is there more? There should be more!" Chen Xuan said coldly, his eyes full of evil.
A powerful terrifying aura spread quickly. The person in the book seemed to tremble and his heart skipped a beat. This young master seemed not as weak as the elders said. Such a terrifying aura was worse than the evil ghosts of hell.
Be scary.
"This subordinate is here under the orders of the elders to accompany the young master's growth and to let the elders know about the young master's safety at all times!"
The person in the book seems to be panicking. If the young master with a bad temper kills him at once, it is just a matter of a thought. But fortunately, he still has chips in his hand. If the young master
If he wants to kill himself, the Presbyterian Church will only drag him to be buried with him!
There is no other reason, but the right of the elders to become immortals cannot be challenged by anyone!
It’s just that this mission is really a dead end!
"snort!"
Chen Xuan snorted coldly and spoke slowly, as if he were covered in thousands of years of ice and snow.
"I'm afraid you don't know about my safety, right? Are you monitoring me?"
In fact, Chen Xuan had already guessed that this person existed more to monitor him. When Chen Xuan was reading the secrets of alchemy, he was about to explode to death, but this person still did not show up. Instead, he watched Chen Xuan fall
I fell into this abyss without even a single pull!
If this trap had nothing to do with the book servant and the Presbyterian Council, Chen Xuan would be foolish to agree. I'm afraid it would be another test for himself, the nominal young master.
Huh! He felt very unhappy that his life was so humble in the face of these tests and the name of this young master.
Furthermore, is it really a great act of kindness for those people from the Presbyterian Church to refine the Fire Sword Technique and the Alchemy Secret Technique for themselves? If they wanted nothing, Chen Xuan wouldn't believe it!
"Okay! I understand, you can continue to introduce the magic of alchemy first! Listen to me!"
Chen Xuan's voice regained its solemn tone and became calm and calm, as if nothing had happened just now. Chen Xuan also did not say that he was not responsible for the matter, which made the servant feel a little unsure.
"Young master, your subordinates are servants in the secret art of alchemy. They mainly help the young master learn the art of alchemy. Of course, the young master must also complete the art of alchemy and refining fire according to the deadline set by the Council of Elders.
The sword technique must be at the corresponding level, otherwise once the time limit has passed, the young master still has not learned it. The subordinates will activate the option of automatic body explosion with the permission of the Elder Council. Once the subordinates activate it, the young master and the subordinates will be reduced to ashes together.
of!"
Chen Xuan's heart suddenly tightened, not because Chen Xuan was afraid of death, but because he hated the feeling that his life was not in his own hands.
"What if I kill you now?"
Chen Xuan said in a low voice, as if he was restraining his overwhelming anger.
End of this chapter
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