Gradually, Yang Xuan''s body heated rapidly and his skin turned red, as if he could bleed. This was caused by the surge of Qi and blood caused by too much pain.
Yang Xuan was panting, sweating profusely, and his sweat was even mixed with a little blood.
Finding this, he quickly confined his pores to avoid the loss of blood.
These blood threads contain a little energy of immortal divine water, which can not be wasted.
At this moment, although the Qi and blood in his body are violent, he is still within his bearing range. He always maintains the posture of Xuanwu Da Jue, and tries to refine the six Fu organs, so as to achieve great success today.
Time passed little by little. In the twinkling of an eye, he had practiced for three hours.
At this time, with the completion of the refining of the last bottle of immortal divine water, his six viscera vibrated, causing the five internal organs to roar and thump.
When Yang Xuan opened his eyes, he took a deep breath, and then exhaled. He just felt that his breath was more and more smooth, and his whole body was full of great strength.
At this time, his internal organs were as hard as iron, but he did not lose toughness. When he breathed and breathed, he would hear strange rhythm in his body.
Yang Xuan sighed: "finally, I have achieved great success in practicing the Fu organs. Next, I can find a time to practice the eight gates of life and death in isolation."
There are eight gates of life and death. Each gate is accompanied by corresponding dangers. Although the gate of life is the easiest to get through, it is still a small matter to be disturbed and lose all previous achievements. If one is bad, one will lose control of Qi and blood and explode and die.
"Try your strength!" Yang Xuan sank into the Dantian and punched out fiercely.
"Roar!" there was a dull loud noise and a vacuum appeared. The whole practice room was full of strong wind and great movement.
"Very good, the fist power has indeed reached 20000 Jin!" Yang Xuan is excited. Now he is confident that he can defeat Jin Ming by relying on war puppets. However, it is difficult to kill Jin Ming. After all, the other party is the descendant of the ancient divine beast Jinji Dapeng. He has Dapeng''s golden wings and can escape if he can''t beat it.
Shaking his head, Yang Xuannan said to himself, "the Xuanwu vigorous formula has come to an end. After that, there are eight gates of life and death, including life gate, rest gate, Du gate, injury gate, Jing gate, Jing gate, open gate and death gate. Each gate needs fearlessness, great spirit and great opportunity to get through, and finally become holy."
While talking, his eyes showed a look of expectation, hoping to surpass the master Zhan Wang one day and open up all the eight gates of life and death.
"It''s not urgent now. When I get back to the sword palace, I''ll open the door with real dragon fruit." wiped the sweat on his face, Yang Xuan went out of the practice room.
After taking a shower and having a warm meeting with Xia Yuwei, Yang Xuan entered the practice room again and was ready to refine the natural stone to improve his accomplishments. He got more than 100 fossils from the storage ring of Xia Houfeng, the leader of Xiaoyao sect. He consumed dozens of fossils when he came to Zhongzhou from Dongming sea area. Today, there are still more than 30.
Although it is said that the heaven and human realm needs to absorb a lot of vitality every time it improves, in Yang Xuan''s opinion, if he can refine these more than 30 pieces of natural stone, his cultivation should be able to reach the triple heaven of heaven and human realm.
While Yang Xuan was meditating, the purgatory boy''s voice came: "boy, someone has come to trouble you."
"Who?"
"Song Boming."
"Oh, where is he?"
Yang xuanmei tilted his eyebrows and smiled coldly at the corners of his mouth. He was covered by long Youlan, the supreme dragon of the dragon family. Now he was eager for song Boming to avenge himself.
"It''s just outside the drunken immortal building, but he changed his appearance. You may not recognize him," said the purgatory boy.
"Hey, hey, do I need to recognize him?" Yang Xuanyin smiled with pity.
"Your boy is really full of bad water. Are you going to kill with a knife?" the purgatory boy is a personal essence. Naturally, he knows what Yang Xuan wants.
"Of course, there is the supreme dragon. Unless song Boming doesn''t do it, he will die." Yang Xuan said, went out of the practice room and asked Xia Yuwei to practice well. Then he went out of the guest room alone. He met manba several people on the way and didn''t let them follow. He went all the way down the Zuixian building and came outside.
Outside Zuixian building, there are many people coming and going.
Yang Xuan stretched out in the face of the rising sun and didn''t explore song Boming''s position. He wandered along the flow of people in the spacious street and quietly waited for song Boming to do it.
Song Boming was very careful and didn''t hurry. He was probably worried about Emperor Tian and others in Zuixian building.
"Almost." Yang Xuan thought as he walked. Now he is several miles away from Zuixian building. He knows that song Boming may be in trouble at any time.
"Yang Xuan, it''s time for you to die!" just as Yang Xuan thought, a roar came, and a body lightning swept over.
The visitor was very fast. A big hand poked out, causing a roar in the void. With the momentum of lightning, he grabbed Yang Xuan''s neck.
"What happened?"
"Darling, isn''t that Yang Xuan? He was captured."
"Who is that man, so blatantly shooting at Yang Xuan, not afraid of revenge after the sword palace?"
"If I guessed correctly, he should be song Boming, the Duke of Jinyang in the great Jin State."
"It''s him. It seems that he''s looking for revenge!"
"Of course, his son Song Yun was killed by Yang Xuan. How could he give up?"
Just when the nearby crowd screamed and talked, Yang Xuan was still held by song Boming without changing his face. He said faintly, "if you don''t come to me for revenge, you may live three or five more years, but since you''re here, you''d better leave your life here today."
"Ha ha, you''re going to die. You''re cheap, little beast. You need to find out the situation. You''ve been captured by me now. I just need to work hard, and you''ll die in a strange place." Song Boming laughed angrily, looked ferocious and saw the opportunity in his eyes.
He hated Yang Xuan deeply. When he learned that Yang Xuan was in the chaotic city, he came day and night.
"Yes, you can do it." Yang Xuan was still so calm.
It made song Boming frown and puzzled. However, when he thought of his son Song Yun''s tragic death in Yang Xuan''s hands, his eyes opened angrily and his hatred and killing intention broke out. He roared: "evil animal, my son was brutally killed by you, and I was ruined by you. Even if I die, I will pull you on my back and die for me."
After that, he would crush Yang Xuan''s neck.
"Whoever dares to touch Yang Xuan in this city will kill him."
Suddenly, a cold hum sounded like thunder in the whole chaotic city, causing a big earthquake. Many people heard that the voice came from the cold faced venerable who killed people without blinking an eye under the supreme list, and their hearts were all trembling involuntarily.
No one expected that the cold faced venerable would protect Yang Xuan so much.
Here, as the cold hum came, song Boming, if struck by lightning, spit blood in his mouth, and the big hand holding Yang Xuan''s neck became weak. Yang Xuan easily broke free.
"Kneel down." Yang xuanleng drank and kicked song Boming on his right knee.
Click!
The crisp sound of bone fracture came. Song Boming couldn''t stand stably and knelt on one knee. His painful face was distorted.
"Bang!" Yang Xuan looked very cold and didn''t stop. He kicked song Boming''s left knee again.
Plop!
Song Boming''s left leg softened, his knees touched the ground and knelt in front of Yang Xuan.
("almost." Yang Xuan thought as he walked. He is now several miles away from Zuixian building. He knows that song Boming may be in trouble at any time.
"Yang Xuan, it''s time for you to die!" just as Yang Xuan thought, a roar came, and a body lightning swept over.
The visitor was very fast. A big hand poked out, causing a roar in the void. With the momentum of lightning, he grabbed Yang Xuan''s neck.
"What happened?"
"Darling, isn''t that Yang Xuan? He was captured."
"Who is that man, so blatantly shooting at Yang Xuan, not afraid of revenge after the sword palace?"
"If I guessed correctly, he should be song Boming, the Duke of Jinyang in the great Jin State."
"It''s him. It seems that he''s looking for revenge!"
"Of course, his son Song Yun was killed by Yang Xuan. How could he give up?"
Just when the nearby crowd screamed and talked, Yang Xuan was still held by song Boming without changing his face. He said faintly, "if you don''t come to me for revenge, you may live three or five more years, but since you''re here, you''d better leave your life here today."
"Ha ha, you''re going to die. You''re cheap, little beast. You need to find out the situation. You''ve been captured by me now. I just need to work hard, and you''ll die in a strange place." Song Boming laughed angrily, looked ferocious and saw the opportunity in his eyes.
He hated Yang Xuan deeply. When he learned that Yang Xuan was in the chaotic city, he came day and night.
"Yes, you can do it." Yang Xuan was still so calm.
It made song Boming frown and puzzled. However, when he thought of his son Song Yun''s tragic death in Yang Xuan''s hands, his eyes opened angrily and his hatred and killing intention broke out. He roared: "evil animal, my son was brutally killed by you, and I was ruined by you. Even if I die, I will pull you on my back and die for me."
After that, he would crush Yang Xuan''s neck.
"Whoever dares to touch Yang Xuan in this city will kill him."
Suddenly, a cold hum sounded like thunder in the whole chaotic city, causing a big earthquake. Many people heard that the voice came from the cold faced venerable who killed people without blinking an eye under the supreme list, and their hearts were all trembling involuntarily.
No one expected that the cold faced venerable would protect Yang Xuan so much.
Here, as the cold hum came, song Boming, if struck by lightning, spit blood in his mouth, and the big hand holding Yang Xuan''s neck became weak. Yang Xuan easily broke free.
"Kneel down." Yang xuanleng drank and kicked song Boming on his right knee.
Click!
The crisp sound of bone fracture came. Song Boming couldn''t stand stably and knelt on one knee. His painful face was distorted.
"Bang!" Yang Xuan looked very cold and didn''t stop. He kicked song Boming''s left knee again.
Plop!
Song Boming softens his left leg, touches the ground on both knees and kneels in front of Yang Xuan.)