I have inherited the supreme Taoism

Chen Xuan opened his bloodshot eyes and looked at the last thousand swords left in front of him. He felt that his sea of ​​consciousness was being cut by the sharp sword energy everywhere, and the originally stable sea of ​​consciousness became scarred. Hundreds of holes, the mysterious power in the sea of ​​consciousness is slowly repairing the injuries...

The reason for this is because when he sprinted from three thousand to nine thousand, he walked too fast. The small sword could no longer absorb the fierce and sharp energy. He could only continue after breaking through to the Ten Thousand Tribulations Sword Soul. Absorb, but the last thousand steps are completely difficult to climb to the sky in Chen Xuan's current state.

At the same time, the soul power also became very full, and the soul liquid also changed from the amount of a teapot to the amount of a jar.

Although it is a good thing that the soul power has been greatly increased, if it is too full, it will overflow. Now there is a large amount of vicious and sharp energy in the sea of ​​consciousness that cannot be digested, and the soul power is to wrap them up to avoid hurting oneself. Knowledge sea.

When the two collided, Chen Xuan felt that his head was several times bigger. His head became so heavy that he could hardly support it. He lowered his head and panted heavily. He supported himself and slowly sat cross-legged on the ground. Every time he moved, he felt A splitting headache.

Chen Xuan reluctantly spared some soul power to rummage through the treasures left by King Jinpeng to see if there was anything that could help him solve this problem.

However, after searching around, there was nothing useful, not even a single spiritual grass that could restore his soul power. Chen Xuan, who had lost this trace of his soul power, lay weakly on the ground, planning to wait until he regained some strength. After leaving Wanjian Burial, Chen Xuan, who was too exhausted, fell asleep directly.

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In the Dao Palace, the unconscious Chen Xuan was directly pulled in.

Whoa!

A basin of cold water was poured on his head, and Chen Xuan opened his drowsy eyes, "Am I going to heaven?"

Then a smiling face appeared in front of him. Chen Xuan closed his eyes and thought to himself, "Well, I'm going to hell. Isn't this a devil?"

Dao Ling'er shared Chen Xuan's vision and naturally knew his current situation. Seeing him pretending to be dead, he squatted aside and poked Chen Xuan, "Xiao Xuanzi, wake up quickly. Do you still want to possess the Ten Thousand Tribulations Sword Soul?"

When Chen Xuan heard this, he didn't care that his head hurt. He jumped up and said hastily, "Think about it! How can you not think about it? Sister Ling'er, what can you do?"

Dao Ling'er clasped her hands behind her back and turned to leave, "I don't know, I'm just a little girl, how can I know this?"

Chen Xuan quickly chased after him, took out a storage ring and handed it over, "Sister Ling'er, you accept it."

Dao Ling'er sensed it briefly, showed a satisfied smile, took it and put it on his finger without any trace, "Okay! Then you wait for me for a while."

After saying that, he ducked into a treasure house and disappeared, leaving Chen Xuan standing there waiting quietly, but his heart was filled with ups and downs.

The fluctuations in mood caused some neglect in controlling the soul power, and sudden changes occurred. The fierce and sharp energy in the sea of ​​​​consciousness suddenly launched a riot, and began to run around, finding a weak point and directly breaking through the package of soul power. The speed is unimaginable.

Chen Xuan hurriedly controlled his soul power to make up for the gap, but the more it was blocked, the more it leaked. More and more vicious and sharp energy leaked out, and he also cut his soul power a few times.

puff!

His soul power was damaged, Chen Xuan spat out a mouthful of blood, his face was like gold paper, his energy was like a gossamer, and he was instantly in a life-or-death crisis.

Suddenly a reassuring voice sounded from the sky.

"Here comes the little flying hammer!"

Dao Ling'er held a small silver hammer and hit Chen Xuan hard on the head.

clang!

A huge hammer sound resounded in Chen Xuan's sea of ​​consciousness. The violent and ferocious aura instantly became very docile, and the sharp and sharp energy also became soft. He shrank and hid in a small corner of the sea of ​​​​consciousness. .

Dao Ling'er grabbed Chen Xuan's hand and cut a finger, squeezed out a drop of blood and dripped it on the small silver hammer, then pushed the small hammer into his head.

The moment the blood essence dripped onto it, an ancient message emerged in Chen Xuan's mind.

The soul-refining hammer is a soul-suppressing artifact that combines both offense and defense. It resides in the sea of ​​consciousness. It can be used by surprise in battle. A single strike against the enemy will cause the sea of ​​consciousness to sway, and in severe cases, the soul will be wiped out. It can protect the sea of ​​consciousness to yourself and easily destroy all souls. When attacking, you can usually tap the soul power to compress it even more tightly.

After reading this introduction, Chen Xuan was overjoyed. Isn't this what he needs most now?

He quickly controlled the hammer and struck hard at the soul power in his sea of ​​consciousness.

In just one stroke, half of the soul liquid was lost!

Only then did Chen Xuan realize that his soul power had improved so quickly and was actually so vain.

I quickly hammered it several times in succession, and the amount of soul liquid in the tank returned to the amount of a teapot, but it became much more viscous. Further hammering would not have any significant effect.

Chen Xuan was holding a small hammer and looking east and west in the sea of ​​​​consciousness. For a moment, there was nothing for him to knock, and his hands were a little itchy.

Suddenly seeing the Thousand Tribulation Sword Soul, Chen Xuan raised the corner of his mouth and struck it without saying a word.

clang!

The collision between the sword and the hammer seemed to be a natural match. With this hammer blow, the connection between Xiaojian and Chen Xuan became a little closer, trembling slightly, seeming to express a very pleasant feeling to him.

Dangdang Dangdang!

Chen Xuan received feedback from the sword soul and no longer cared about the beauty. With several consecutive hammer blows, impurities in the sword soul were constantly being smashed out. After the impurities were absorbed by the hammer, part of them warmed his body and part of them turned into a pure soul. force.

The small sword was much more resistant to beating than Chen Xuan's soul power. After about a hundred strikes, the soul-refining hammer stopped beating.

call out!

A cold light flashed, and the new Thousand Tribulation Sword Soul was born, which was several times better than the previous one. A sword light cut into pieces the fierce and sharp energy that had been raging before.

The little sword began to absorb its own spoils, the soul-refining hammer continued to beat, and the soul power was slowly increasing, thus forming a perfect training assembly line.

Chen Xuan slowly opened his eyes. At this time, his complexion returned to rosy. Under the nourishment of soul power, the previous fatigue was also wiped away.

Dao Ling'er was lying on a rocking chair, holding a roasted chicken and munching on it, waving to Chen Xuan, "Okay, okay, let's go! If you have the Soul Refining Hammer, you still can't condense the Ten Thousand Tribulations Sword." Soul, please don’t come to see me.”

(Chen Xuan raises his hand to salute and apologize to all the ancestors! (bushi))

"No problem! Sister Ling'er, just wait for my good news."

He left the Dao Palace in a flash.

“Remember to bring more food (milk tea, potato chips, fried chicken) next time!”

"understood!"

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