Chapter 34 Seventh grade

The blue mirror light was constantly moving forward, Yi Chu, who had killed Wang Luoyi, kept flashing above the mirror light. He grabbed the sun-like Sword of Shooting Yang, and he grabbed the red jade, and he searched Wang Luoyi for a while and then left...

"Boom", just as I was about to show where Yi Chu was, a golden light suddenly flashed in the green mirror, instantly hitting the green mirror into pieces!

"Puff", Taoist Ruyi opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. His face instantly turned pale. And the six pieces of gold foil floating in the void were even blown into pieces at the moment when the mirror exploded.

"This man has a treasure for protection. Master Yuanchen, pass my order to chase this man." Taoist Ruyi looked at the fragments all over the ground with a ferocious face and shouted loudly.

In the cave, Yi Chu, who was exercising his internal strength, felt a wave of warm currents coming from outside his body. This warm current was like a vast river, and in an instant, rushed into his body. Compared with this vast warm current, the energy generated by the Luoxia Pill is not worth mentioning at all.

The running blood coagulation technique started to run wildly under the urging of this force, one circle, two circles, three circles...

At the beginning, Yi Chu was still very happy, but when the true power was thirty-six circles, Yi Chu's heart was panicked, because although he had already cultivated the Blood Coagulation Art to the sixth level, he could only thirty-six cycles at most.

Now, this crazy Zhoutian not only did not stop at all, but was also running wildly.

Thirty-seven, thirty-eight...

"Boom", Yi Chu, who slowly relaxed his body and mind, felt the true power in his body fluctuating, and the crazy circulating true power instantly connected into his body! His heart, liver, spleen, stomach and kidneys were connected into this bang, and the true power was filled with it, even harder!

The inner abdomen is like steel, which is for internal strength. And the practitioners at this level of cultivation cannot hurt them at all when the breath is circulated. Among the masters who died in Yi Chu's hands, the most unfair thing is the blood-killing son. If he had some precautions against Yi Chu, he would not have died so cowardly with his inner abdomen like steel.

Breakthrough the seventh grade, it was so easy to break through the seventh grade! Yi Chu, who was very happy in his heart, was about to rise up, but at this moment, the golden phantom at the center of his eyebrows suddenly moved, and eighteen movements unfolded like flowing water.

One, two, three, four...

As the movement unfolded, the golden color became more and more solid. The warm current that had originally poured into Yi Chu's body suddenly merged into the golden phantom at this moment.

The golden phantom spread out its movements over and over again, like a mechanical repetition. In this movement, Yi Chu's heart became endlessly clear, and between no thoughts, no desires, no thoughts, no thoughts, no thoughts, no thoughts, he slowly entered the realm of emptiness and brightness.

When Yi Chu came out of the realm of space, he was already in the space of the black gourd, and the golden figure stood in the gray space, Yi Chu seemed particularly conspicuous.

At this time, Yi Chu felt more and more like being a human in this gourd space, and no longer had the strange feeling of being placed on the human and animal bodies.

In the space of the black gourd, there was a figure in addition to Yi Chu, which was Wang Luoyi's soul. At this time, his figure stood in the void space, and there was no such thing as the unparalleled arrogance when he wanted to get the Sword of the Sun!

After searching in the gourd space for a while, Yi Chu did not find the woman who suddenly appeared like a flower and a fog. The disappearance of the woman was just like her appearance, just like her appearance, it was so strange and incredible.

In the gourd, Yi Chu slowly practiced these eighteen movements. Although he didn't know what the eighteen movements had now, the figure who turned his spiritual consciousness into a golden color made him very happy.

One, two, three... When he was eighteen, Yi Chu stopped his movements. At this time, he felt that his body was clear and clear. However, when he turned his head and looked at the only figure in the gourd, he found that Wang Luoyi's figure could no longer be called a figure.

A golden cylinder that was three feet long and half a foot thick appeared in Yi Chu's field of vision. Although the golden light was not as powerful as Yi Chu's phantom, it was also dazzling.

What is this? What about Wang Luoyi's soul? Yi Chu looked around carefully for a long time, but found nothing.

As he stroked the golden cylinder, Yi Chu's heart felt like flesh and blood was connected, as if the golden cylinder was not a cylinder at all, but his own body.

This golden thing is not Wang Luoyi's soul, right? If so, how could Wang Luoyi's body become like this? What does this have to do with the eighteen movements he has connected with? Questions one by one kept flashing in Yi Chu's heart, and in this question, Yi Chu practiced again.

One, two, three..., the eighteen movements spread out in Yi Chu's hands like flowing clouds and water. Golden lights continued to flash outside his body with Yi Chu's movements. As the movements were completed, Yi Chu felt that his golden phantom condensed a little more.

After finishing the exercise, Yi Chu turned his head and looked at the golden pillar. At this time, the golden pillar was smaller again. The three-foot-long cylinder became only two feet at this time, and its thickness shrank a lot from half a foot.

Could it be that Wang Luoyi was refined into this by his eighteen movements? Yi Chu, who was increasingly sure of his guess, had made a decisive decision in his heart, that was, he wanted to see what would appear if the golden pillar was practiced.

Once, twice, three times... Yi Chu used the movement over and over again. And under his performance, the golden cylinder became smaller and thinner.

When Yi Chu used it to the eighteenth time, a "dou" sounded softly in Yi Chu's ears, and with this sound, the golden pillars that were only the size of a ruler were left, disappeared.

Refining is gone!

Looking at the faint mist, Yi Chu felt a little regretful. But at the moment when he felt sorry, the golden phantom suddenly opened his palm and a long golden needle flashing with light appeared in Yi Chu's hand!
Chapter completed!