The jade slip was stuck in the cave. It was neither big nor small.
Yang Qingxuan took out the jade slip in surprise and placed it in front of his forehead. He scanned it with his Spiritual Sense and was stunned.
The jade slip recorded a sword manual called the Three Thousand Hellfire.
On the title page of the jade slip, there were a few words written clearly: Sword Technique Three Thousand Hellfire, a high-grade Earth Tier technique. The Limitless Sword Sect's sect master's secret technique.
The so-called Sect Master's secret technique was a technique that only the Sect Master could practice.
Yang Qingxuan threw the jade slip into the astral ring and showed it to Hua Jieyu. He asked, "Brother Jieyu, what do you think of this sword technique?"
Hua Jieyu flipped through it and said in surprise, "A high-grade Earth Tier technique is already very scary. Normal late-stage Origin Martial Artists would find it hard to endure this level of backlash. But you are different. Not only do you have a late-stage Jade Marrow body, but you also cultivate the Qingyang Martial Scripture. Your body's endurance is even stronger than normal late-stage Jade Marrow cultivators. "
Yang Qingxuan said, "This sword manual is also a fire-attribute technique. It is more suitable for me. However, cultivating this sword technique requires the help of a powerful flame. Where can I find such a flame? I can't use the purple flame to cultivate. "
His control over the purple flame was still very weak. Every time he used it, he had the determination to die together with his enemy. Every time he thought about it, he still had lingering fears.
Hua Jieyu smiled and said, "Have you forgotten about the pill furnaces in Little Flowerfruit Mountain?"
Yang Qingxuan only remembered now. He waved his hand and eight rays of light flew out from the astral ring. They landed in the center of the secret room and turned into eight large cauldrons.
Seven of them were small. One of them was three-legged and was as tall as a person.
The large cauldron was emitting an extremely high temperature. When one touched the cauldron, one could feel a burning sensation.
Hua Jieyu said, "The inner core demonic fire in this cauldron can be used to practice the sword. Also, with the protection of the core fire, there must be pills inside. Let's see what kind of pills they are. "
Yang Qingxuan slammed his palm on the cauldron. A powerful force rushed in and sent the lid flying.
Soon after, he formed a sword seal with his hands, and more than ten swords flew out and hung around the cauldron. They formed a formation in the air and set up a sword realm.
With the lesson from last time, he became extremely cautious.
Sure enough, a flame sprayed out from the cauldron. It turned into a firebird and crashed into the sword realm.
Boom!
Under the collision, the flames scattered in all directions. Above the cauldron, under the Sword Realm, the flames spread out in a hemispherical shape, illuminating the entire secret chamber.
Yang Qingxuan's expression flickered under the flickering flames.
He made a hand seal, and the sword mark on his glabella lit up. It was as if there were tens of thousands of swords shuttling through the air, shooting into the sword formation to strengthen its defenses.
In the sea of fire, the shadow of the firebird flashed from time to time, colliding with the sword realm.
With every collision, the Martial Spirit Seal between Yang Qingxuan's eyebrows would shake. Obviously, the backlash was directly transmitted to him, but he still gritted his teeth and endured it.
The demonic fire's transformation was extremely powerful and nimble. If it charged out of the Sword World, it would be even more difficult to subdue it. It must be suppressed in a certain space to consume its power.
One man and one fire, competing in consumption.
Half an hour later, Yang Qingxuan's face was a little pale, but the flames under the Sword World were still burning vigorously, showing no signs of weakening.
He took out his storage bag and smashed it with his palm. The fifty thousand Spirit Stones inside were piled up like a small mountain on the ground. Then, he slammed down with his Five Suns Glorious Sky.
"Boom!"
Tens of thousands of mid-grade Spirit Stones were smashed into pieces. Under the violent Spirit Qi, it turned into a whirlwind that surged in the secret chamber, and countless fine powder flew in the air.
Yang Qingxuan grabbed with one hand, and the Spirit Qi storm was sucked over, directly hitting his body and forcibly pouring into it.
Those meridians that were about to dry up were nourished, and the flickering Martial Spirit Seal between his eyebrows also stabilized.
Although the Spirit Qi could not quickly replenish one's physical strength, Yang Qingxuan's violent absorption still greatly reduced the speed of consumption. Although it would cause a huge waste of Spirit Stones and a certain amount of harm to the body, he could not care less.
After enduring with the demonic fire for more than half a day, Yang Qingxuan was already covered in cold sweat. The replenishment of Spirit Qi was far from enough to make up for the consumption.
But fortunately, the demonic fire was also much weaker. It could be seen that the Fire Spirit was very irritable. Every time it attacked, its power would be much weaker.
One day, one Ye Queen. The swords on the cauldron were reduced to three, and could only support a simple layer of light shield.
As for the Pill Fire below it, it was flickering like burning charcoal. It was almost completely exhausted. The Fire Bird could no longer maintain its human form. With a bang, it scattered.
Yang Qingxuan was already a lamp that had run out of oil. He was only holding on with his willpower. Seeing the Firebird collapse, the guidance changed. The Martial Spirit Seal between his eyebrows immediately dissipated, and the three swords disappeared into thin air.
"Now!"
Hua Jieyu shouted. She had been paying attention to the competition and knew that Yang Qingxuan could not hold on anymore. She directly disappeared from the Astral Ring and possessed Yang Qingxuan. She controlled him and pointed at the air.
With a bang, a small flame flew out of the cauldron and landed on Yang Qingxuan's fingertip. It flowed through his meridians and into his body, finally settling in his dantian.
After doing this, Hua Jieyu immediately separated from Yang Qingxuan's body.
Yang Qingxuan's body trembled and he lost his balance. He fell heavily to the ground, unable to move. He didn't have the slightest bit of strength left in his body. Even moving his fingers was extremely difficult.
Hua Jieyu's face was pale. She was already very weak, and after using this move, her foundation was damaged. She sat cross-legged in the Astral Ring and began to recover.
If the Azure Dragon Holy Spirit was strong enough, he could use the Azure Dragon's protection to heal his body. However, Yang Qingxuan could not even take care of himself. He could only rely on himself.
Yang Qingxuan smiled bitterly. "Sorry, I hurt you again."
Hua Jieyu shook her head. "There's no need to be so polite between you and me. If we don't subdue that demonic fire now, when it recovers, we might not be able to survive. Right now, it is in your dantian. Perhaps it is still a little irritable, but it will give in sooner or later. "
Yang Qingxuan nodded and closed his eyes, allowing his body to heal by itself.
At this moment, any gratitude and politeness were unnecessary. Only by becoming stronger could he protect his family, lovers, and friends.
Fortunately, the concentration of spirit stones in the secret chamber was astonishing. Even if he couldn't use his cultivation method, the spirit energy would still cover the sky and earth, automatically entering his pores. As he breathed in and out, his spleen and lungs would feel very comfortable. He could clearly feel the spirit energy nourishing his body bit by bit like a sweet spring.
Three days later, Yang Qingxuan was already sitting cross-legged on the ground. He had recovered most of his strength and was using the Qingyang Martial Scripture to refine the demonic fire in his dantian.
He had also absorbed most of the Spiritual Qi in the secret room. He could clearly feel his strength increasing.
Every difficulty and cultivation was a stepping stone to greater strength.
Suddenly, Yang Qingxuan's nose sniffed lightly. He could smell the fragrance of a pill. It was refreshing. Just by smelling it, he felt indescribably comfortable.
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