Huoshenmen is in the Flame Mountain in the southeast of the Great Jin Dynasty, there is no grass in the mountains, and a huge palace is built on the bare mountain, built brilliantly.

Under the scorching sun, the halls are shining, and although the Fire God Gate does not have the image of the blessed land of the immortals, it also looks majestic.

Because of the existence of Wang Tingxuan, the ancestor of the Fire God Sect, there are many monks in the sect who are doing a very good job in the Evil Sect and have received a lot of benefits.

Wang Tingxuan fell directly into the highest hall of the Fire God Temple, and as soon as he fell, he sent out an extremely powerful divine thought, and soon a light fell outside the main hall, and the person who came was a red-robed old man, looking like he was fifty or sixty years old.

This person is Fang Lie, the Supreme Elder of the Fire God Gate.

Fang Lieyan looked older than Wang Tingxuan, but in fact, he was much younger than Wang Tingxuan, the red-robed old Taoist Fang Lie was six hundred years old, and Wang Tingxuan was 1,800 years old, in terms of seniority, Fang Lie's master was still Wang Tingxuan's apprentice.

As the Great Elder of the Supreme Sect, Fang Lie saw that Wang Tingxuan immediately let go of the majesty of the sect, and bowed with a smile on his face.

"Disciple Fang Lie has seen the ancestor, the ancestor must have returned to the sect to practice the Shenzhou to make everything go well, the disciple hereby wishes the ancestor to soar in the day, and the avenue will be successful!"

Wang Tingxuan nodded and said:

"The training of the Shenzhou of the Two Realms is quite smooth, and the ascension of the day is just around the corner, but the strength of this seat is still a little weaker, it is best to break through the bottleneck and advance to the middle stage of the Shenxuan before the ascension."

"How did you do what I told you?"

Fang Lie smiled flatteringly, and took out a red jade small ding, "Ancestor, you confessed to the big thing in person, how dare the disciple slack off, the disciple stayed in the Danding Sect for ten months, and finally did not stay in vain, for this broken cauldron pill, I almost turned the Danding Sect over, it can be said that the Danding Sect did its best." ”

When Fang Lie invited merit, he opened the lid of the tripod, and slowly floated a dragon's eye sized elixir from the tripod, which was dazzling and shining, like a jewel.

The Danding Sect itself does not have a Divine Xuan Cultivator, although the Dan Dao attainments are proud of this realm, but it is really difficult for them to practice the spirit pill that can make the Divine Xuan Cultivator break through the bottleneck.

Don't look at this Broken Cauldron Pill is pouring out the essence of the Danding Sect, but if he really wants Wang Tingxuan to swallow it in one gulp, he doesn't dare.

Because this pill contains a lot of erysipelas, there is a possibility that you can break through the realm, and there is also a possibility that you can die, or how to name it as the Broken Cauldron Dan, which means that you want to break the cauldron Dan and sink the boat, desperate, either succeed or die.

Wang Tingxuan also knew that the Cauldron Breaking Pill could not be swallowed directly alone, but he still had the means to prepare, and he could use both methods.

"Where's the Blood Purifying Pill?"

Fang Lie hurriedly handed over an agate gourd, Wang Tingxuan took out a blood-red blood purifying pill from the inside, and suddenly within ten zhang, there was a strong smell of blood, this blood purifying pill was half hidden and half there were countless figures struggling and silently shouting, this agate gourd contained hundreds of this blood purifying pill just now.

One Dan is successful, and ten thousand repairs are exhausted.

This small blood purification pill, I don't know how many monks need to be killed to practice, the demon cultivators of the Western Desert didn't see anyone attacking the Great Jin, but Wang Tingxuan Huoshenmen set up the leading evil division to kill the scattered cultivation of the Great Jin.

Some small families with a bit of fame, small sects have died even more, and almost thirty percent are left.

Who calls them more valuable than ordinary casual cultivation, this piece of fat will not be let go in vain.

This is the acquiescence of other Shenxuan monks, there are also other great sect disciples in the Evil Division, and other Shenxuan ancestors share the spoils, without the acquiescence of others, he Huoshenmen will not dare, and he can't kill people everywhere with the news of chasing wind and shadows.

"The Ancestor Spirit Pill is ready, there is the Blood Purifying Pill to restore your qi and blood, plus the Broken Cauldron Pill, the two-pronged approach is definitely foolproof, the disciple first congratulates the Ancestor to break through the bottleneck, and then go further!"

"It's a two-pronged approach! Wang Tingxuan sneered, "But the Blood Purifying Pill and the Breaking Cauldron Pill, these two can only be regarded as one pen, and the other pen in the hand of this seat is the Haoyang Lamp." ”

"This seat is ready to thoroughly practice the sect's inheritance Lingbao Haoyang Lantern into a life-threatening magic weapon, and with the help of the magic weapon, swallow the cauldron breaking mentality and blood purification pill, and hit the bottleneck!"

Fang Lie froze.

Haoyang lamp is a spiritual treasure that has been passed down from generation to generation.

He Fang Lie is the head of the Fire God Sect, which means that he is expected to take over this spiritual treasure in the future, but now Wang Tingxuan wants to take the Haoyang Lantern as his own and bring it to the spirit world.

Fang Lie had tried his best to break the Cauldron Pill and the Blood Purifying Pill for Wang Tingxuan before, but he hadn't heard a trace of him wanting to completely refine the treasure of the sect, obviously Wang Tingxuan had stabbed him.

"What's the matter, this seat wants to practice the supreme treasure of the sect, aren't you happy?" Wang Tingxuan asked.

Fang Lie's heart tightened, and he hurriedly said: "No, no, the Patriarch's Dao method is profound, and only you, a character, can fully exert the power of the Inheritance Spirit Treasure." ”

After the general magic weapon is handled by many people, the power of the magic weapon will gradually decrease, and when a fifth-order magic weapon is practiced by many people as a natal thing, there will even be the possibility of dropping the grade.

However, the inheritance magic weapon is not in this category.

After the inheritance magic weapon has been trained by the monks, not only has the power of the magic weapon not weakened, but the power of the magic weapon can even slowly increase at a slow rate.

Of course, on the back of this beauty, there is the need for extra effort and strict restrictions.

That is, the true element attributes of the monks who practice the inheritance of magic weapons in each generation must be extremely similar, and this is only one of them, and there are more stringent conditions behind it.

Before the monks who have practiced the inheritance magic weapon in the past dynasties, they still need to cut out most of their soul and essence blood to nourish this magic weapon, which is the main reason why the inheritance magic weapon can become more powerful and the magic weapon can be promoted.

For people who are about to die, it doesn't matter if they have essence blood, they have to die anyway, but the spirit is different.

There is a saying in the immortal cultivation world that the incomplete divine soul re-enters the six realms of reincarnation, and the reincarnation in the next life may be a stupid person, of course, this statement cannot be verified by the monks of the mortal realm or even the spirit realm.

Wang Tingxuan said: "If there is nothing to do, go out, this seat will have to retreat to impact the bottleneck, and there may be disciples sent by its Shenxuan monks in the middle to ask for the Blood Purification Pill, you stabilize them for this seat, and when this seat becomes a mid-Shenxuan monk, then tell them that most of the Blood Purifying Pills will be practiced by me, and they will have to admit this fact." ”

"Old Ancestor is wise!" Fang Lie patted his horse and praised.

Wang Tingxuan once again sacrificed the Haoyang lantern that had accompanied him for more than a thousand years, and after staring at it for a few times, he played a unique trick, and then separated a wisp of divine soul and flew into the lamp flame that was only the size of a bean.

Wang Tingxuan felt that his consciousness flew into an endless sea of fire, but don't underestimate the bean-sized fireworks, in fact, the Haoyang Spiritual Fire is divided into nine layers.

The Haoyang lantern belongs to the Lingbao, that is, the thirty-six Tiangang prohibitions are combined into a Lingbao forbidden, and the Lingbao forbidden is hidden in the center of this big fireworks.

Except for this light flame, the remaining Haoyang lamp can only be regarded as a container that absorbs and stores Haoyang's spiritual fire.

The nine-layer Haoyang spiritual fire is divided into red, white and purple.

The outermost three layers are red fireworks, the middle three layers are white fireworks, and the middle is the purest purple Haoyang spiritual fire.

Wang Tingxuan's spirit walked through the two layers of fireworks outside unimpeded, and everything was very easy, as simple as a big fish swimming through a pond.

However, the purple Haoyang spiritual fire in the innermost three layers is not so easy to deal with.

This place is like a huge and burning star, with endless purple fire on the surface, blazing high temperatures, and dazzling purple light illuminating the endless world, making Wang Tingxuan feel quite uncomfortable.

If he wants to steadily enhance the power of the inheritance magic weapon, it is very simple, as long as he rushes into the purple fire without resistance, and allows the purple fire to refine his divine soul, he can achieve the purpose of stabilizing the inheritance of the spiritual treasure.

In the history of the Vulcan Gate, some people only cut out nearly half god souls and served the lamp with souls.

There are also many monks who have been in charge of the Haoyang Lantern who have given up reincarnation and chose the final destination in the center of this Haoyang Lantern, and they have burned all the original gods and physical bodies, and they have been burned to the ground.

But Wang Tingxuan didn't come from burning.

He wanted to enter the core of the spiritual treasure, and with the power of his own soul, he left the traces of recognizing the master, his eyes were indifferent, the purple fire in front of him was spewing thin, and the terrifying heat came outward, like a surging river.

The innermost three layers of the bean lantern flame are like the furnace of heaven and earth, which seems to be able to refine everything in the world, even Wang Tingxuan, the half master of the Haoyang lamp, felt a great sense of depression at this time.

The blazing purple fire obviously did not stop his determination, and this man's face was resolute.

The road leads to the sky, no one can be smooth sailing, how can you be willing not to win?

Wang Tingxuan made a move, and the illusory divine soul played a strange trick, and his divine soul body grew rapidly, emitting a brilliant silver light at the same time, and then he plunged directly into the purple fire.

The flames rose and the sound of the fierce peeling sound, like thunder, sounded in his ears, Wang Tingxuan knew that this matter was fast, and he couldn't slow down.

His silver divine soul pierced through the purple fire, cut through the void, and quickly passed through the two layers of purple fire, and was about to rush to the very center immediately.

Bang!

After a loud bang, a flame troll crawled out of the fireworks.

"Thou art ...... Who?"

Wang Tingxuan was taken aback, what kind of existence was this to appear in the center of Haoyang Spiritual Fire? Wang Tingxuan didn't dare to answer, the body of the divine soul rose to the sky, he wanted to rush past this flame troll.

"No...... Junior"

As soon as the fire demon turned over, a palm slapped down from above, bursting out with a burst of terrifying energy, purple fire waves, like the whole world was boiling at this moment, at the same time as the shot, the fire demon's facial features changed, and a person's face changed uncertainly, and soon Wang Tingxuan saw a face he was extremely familiar with, which was the teacher who took him to the immortal road.

"Block my avenue, even if you are a teacher, Wang Mou has to do it, not to mention that you are just a remnant soul trained by Haoyang Lamp. Wang Tingxuan's words were clear, and the body of the divine soul turned into a silver cone and pierced through the purple fire palm.

Suddenly, purple flames overflowed, and flames soared.

The shocking battle here, from the outside, is that the bean-sized flame of the lamp has jumped slightly, but the amplitude is slightly larger than before.

(End of chapter)