Originally, it had taken several months of hard work, but Ling Xian was not too sure whether he could remove the Divine Sense Imprint, but he just had the mentality of giving it a try.

I never thought that because of this phoenix divine fire, it would be much easier than I imagined to remove the imprint of divine consciousness, and in just a few days, it seemed that the imprint left by the dead wood real person would be completely erased.

As a result, Ling Xian's face naturally showed a look of great joy, and in this way, the time left for him was much more abundant than he had originally imagined, and Ling Xian's mind came alive.

As the saying goes, it's better to see than to hear, let alone experience it yourself, the power of this flame containing the divine power of the phoenix is staggering, if you refine it into a supernatural power, in the face of immortal cultivators of the same level, wouldn't it be easy to sweep without pressure.

Of course, this matter is not in a hurry, and it is completely different from spewing out the Dan Fire Refining Treasure and driving it to be used against the enemy.

It can even be said that the difference is thousands of miles, and this matter needs to be considered in the long run.

In this way, the time of several days passed in a flash, and this morning, the hearty laughter suddenly reached his ears, and the Fire Sword had surrendered in the palm of Ling Xian's hand, and there was no trace of struggle.

"Whew!"

Ling Xian took a breath, did not rest, lowered his head slightly, and used his divine sense to envelop the entire Fire Mangsword, so hard, it was naturally to imprint his own divine sense imprint.

Of course, this is just a very simple method, and the imprint of the divine consciousness under the imprint is not stable, and it is far from being compared with the magic weapon that is included in the Purple Mansion and carefully cultivated with Danhuo, but it doesn't matter, this Fire Sword Ling Immortal was originally used for emergencies, and it is not intended to be regarded as a natal treasure, as long as it can operate as desired, it will be enough for the remaining wishes.

The process is not complicated. Soon, Ling Xian felt the pull between him and the Fire Mangjian Spirit, it was a very wonderful feeling, it was difficult to explain clearly in words, and at the same time, there was a faint strong power. Emanating from the surface of the fiery sword.

To be fair, it's just a very ordinary treasure.

Among the magic weapons, although it is not weak, but compared with those famous treasures in the immortal cultivation world, it is not worth mentioning, at best, it is only average.

But the power that Ling Xian felt was unprecedented.

That's right, Ling Xian had never come into contact with such a powerful treasure. In the final analysis, it is still that magic weapons and spiritual weapons are completely different.

The magic weapon is a real weapon, and the latter, at best, is just an imitation of Dong Shi's imitation. The gap between the two cannot be in the road.

Don't mention anything else. The power of the spiritual weapon is only one-fifth of the magic weapon at best, and at most, it will not exceed thirty percent, but for the monks of the foundation building period, it is almost invincible.

Ling Xian happily took the Fire Sword into his arms.

If it's a natal treasure. Immortal cultivators can swallow it into the Dantian Purple Mansion, but ordinary treasures naturally can't have this treatment.

After the treasure was refined, Ling Xian also breathed a sigh of relief, and later met a monk of the same rank. He won't be able to fight the enemy empty-handed, but unfortunately, how to refine the Qianjiao Sword is still far away, and the materials needed for this treasure are too difficult to gather.

Ling Xian sighed and closed his eyes again, it was not that he didn't know that cultivation required a combination of work and rest, and blindly cultivating would only bring twice the result with half the effort, the problem was that Ling Xian was really short of time now.

Half a year later, he will definitely participate in the trade fair in Black Marsh City, since the other party specially invited him, the Jindan ancestor, then the scale of this trade fair will definitely not be low, 100% of the strong people gathered, although everyone came from afar, all to buy the things they need, but the cultivation of immortals, originally more bloody than the rivers and lakes, so try to improve their strength, this idea, of course, is not wrong.

Half a year sounds like plenty of time, but if you really retreat, it's just a snap of a finger.

And in this short period of time, Ling Xian still has a lot of things to do, first of all, he is to comprehend the golden pill chapter of "Thousand Illusions".

There is no rush to practice, but for this exercise, at least you must have a general experience and understanding, so that you can slowly ponder it in the years to come, and lay a solid foundation for the next practice.

This process doesn't sound difficult, but as the top exercise of this interface, "Thousand Illusions Jiaojue" is by no means easy to comprehend.

Regarding this point, Ling Xian was deeply touched when he was cultivating the "Qi Refining Chapter and Foundation Building Chapter", not to mention the current Jin Dan Chapter.

The cultivation of the exercises originally adhered to the principle of gradual progress, and now, the difficulties faced by Ling Xian naturally did not need to be mentioned.

Just for general enlightenment, the time and experience required are not trivial, whether this half a year is enough or not is two words, not to mention, Ling Xian also wants to cultivate the divine fire that contains the power of the phoenix, so for Ling Xian, time is very precious at all, yes, although he also wants to rest and live, but in terms of time, it is not allowed at all.

Ling Xian sighed, but he didn't have much melancholy, as the saying goes, if you eat hard, you will become a master, and the truth of cultivating the immortal world is even more so.

Today's hard work is all for the harvest of the coming day, and now a little hard work is nothing at all.

Thinking like this, Ling Xian sat cross-legged and sank his divine sense into the Dantian Purple Mansion.

There was nothing as far as the eye could see, only the golden pill the size of a dragon's eye was slowly rotating.

Every time he turned, there were runes the size of rice grains, which seemed to add a bit of mystery to this golden pill.

In this situation, when the golden pill was condensed, Ling Xian had seen it, although it was magical, it was only because of the power of the phoenix, and he didn't think about anything, but at this time, when it fell in his eyes, his heart moved.

Could there be some reason why this rune is so gorgeous and magnificent?

This thought flashed in his mind like a spiritual light, and Ling Xian could no longer ignore it, so he used the technique of inner vision, quietly released his divine sense, concentrated on the side of Jin Dan, and stared at it carefully.

Not to mention, this look is really a little different from him.

These runes are not meaningless permutations and combinations, but are condensed together quite regularly, but it is a pity that they are extremely obscure to read, and every time Jin Dan rotates, the runes that erupt are completely different.

It's just orderly and orderly.

Could it be ......

Ling Xian contemplated for a moment, although it was still in the clouds, but more or less, he also saw a little clue.

This is like an exercise.

But that's a bit of a surprise.

Looking at the Three Realms, throughout the present and ancient times, I have not heard of any immortal cultivator who can condense the golden pill and achieve the law by himself.

Could it be that my own perception is wrong?

In this case, Ling Xianke was not sure, so he once again released his divine sense and concentrated his attention to comprehend. (To be continued.) )