The cyan mirror light was constantly advancing, and Yi Chu, who had killed Wang Luoyi, kept flashing above this mirror light. He grabbed the sun-shooting immortal sword, he grabbed the crimson jade, he searched Wang Luoyi's body and left......

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

"Poof", Ruyi Taoist opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face turned pale in an instant. And the six pieces of gold leaf floating in the void exploded into pieces at the moment when the mirror exploded.

"This person has a talisman treasure, Master Yuanchen's nephew, pass on my order to hunt down this person. Ruyi Daoist looked at the debris all over the ground with a hideous face, and shouted loudly.

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

Under the urging of this force, the running blood condensation recipe ran wildly, one circle, two circles, three circles......

At the beginning, Yi Chu was still overjoyed, but when this true power ran to thirty-six circles, Yi Chu's heart was panicked, because although he had already cultivated the blood condensation technique to the sixth grade, but at most, he was only thirty-six weeks old.

And now, this crazy Zhou Tian not only does not seem to stop in the slightest, but is still running wildly.

Thirty-seven laps, thirty-eight laps......

"Boom", Yi Chu, who slowly relaxed his body and mind, felt a shock of the true power in his body, and the crazy circulation of the true power instantly became a piece in his body!

The inner abdomen is like steel, which is for the inner strength. And the cultivators at this level of cultivation, between the movement of the aura, ordinary swords could hardly hurt them at all. Died in the hands of Yi Chu, the most wronged was the bloody murderer, if he had some precautions against Yi Chu, with his steel-like inner abdomen, he would not have died so wretched.

Breaking through the seventh grade, it was so easy to break through the seventh grade! Yi Chu, who was overjoyed 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 clouds.

One, two, three, four......

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

The golden phantom unfolded over and over again, as if it were a mechanical repetition. In this action, Yi Chu's heart became endlessly clear, and between thoughtlessness, thoughtlessness, desirelessness, and thoughtlessness, he slowly entered the realm of emptiness.

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, and Yi Chu was particularly conspicuous.

At this time, Yi Chu felt more and more like a person in the space of this gourd, and he was no longer like the strange feeling when his divine consciousness was pinned on the human body and the beast body.

In the space of the black gourd, in addition to Yi Chu at this time, there is also a figure, this is Wang Luoyi's soul, at this time, his figure is standing in the void space, where is there still the incomparable arrogance when he wants to get the Sun Shooting Immortal Sword!

After searching in the gourd space for a while, Yi Chu didn't find the woman who suddenly appeared like a flower and mist, and the woman's disappearance was just as strange as her appearance, so weird and incredible.

In the gourd, Yi Chu slowly practiced these eighteen movements, although now he didn't know what these eighteen movements did, but turning his divine consciousness into a golden figure made him happy.

One, two, three...... When he reached the eighteenth level of practice, Yi Chu stopped moving, and at this time, he felt that his body was clear for a while. However, when he turned his head to look at the only figure in the gourd, he found that Wang Luoyi's figure could no longer be called a figure.

A golden cylindrical thing 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, but found nothing.

Touching the golden cylinder, Yi Chu's heart actually had a feeling of flesh and bone connected, as if this golden cylinder was not a cylinder at all, but his own body.

If this is the case, then how did Wang Luoyi's body become like this? What does this have to do with the eighteen-style movements that are connected to him? One question after another flickered in Yi Chu's heart, and in the midst of this question, Yi Chu cultivated again.

One, two, three...... , Eighteen movements, like flowing clouds and water, unfolded in Yi Chu's hands, and golden light continued to flash outside his body with Yi Chu's movements. With the completion of one action after another, Yi Chu felt that his golden phantom had condensed a little again.

After refining and harvesting the exercises, Yi Chu turned his head and looked towards the golden pillar. At this time, the golden pillar was once again a large circle smaller. The cylinder, which was three feet long, was now only two feet, and its thickness was reduced from half a foot to a considerable size.

Wouldn't this Wang Luoyi be refined like this by his eighteen actions, right? After circling around this golden pillar a few times, he made a decisive decision in his heart, that is, he wanted to see what would appear if he continued to practice on this golden pillar.

Once, twice, three times...... , Yi Chu unfolded that action over and over again. And under his casting, the golden cylinder became smaller and thinner.

When Yi Chu cast it for the eighteenth time, a soft sound of "dang" sounded in Yi Chu's ears, and with this soft sound. All that was left was a small golden pillar the size of a ruler, and it was gone.

It's gone!

Looking at the faint mist, Yi Chu felt a little pity in his heart. But at the moment when he was sorry, the golden phantom that moved his heart suddenly appeared in Yi Chu's hand with a palm, and a golden needle that shimmered brightly!