Looking at the power of the Purple Thunder True Fire, Xiao Chen showed a look of surprise on his face. He didn't expect that the Purple Thunder True Fire condensed from its origin would be so powerful.
Xiao Chen took out another wooden stick and stood it up in the open space. He held the Moon Shadow Knife in his hand. His energy and spirit were raised to the top, and his mind entered a state of emptiness. There was only me and the knife in the world!
Draw your sword and chop!
brush! brush! brush!
Xiao Chen slashed nine times in succession, and the wooden stick was cut into nine sections. The wooden stick, as light as a feather, remained motionless, showing no signs of moving or swaying.
Putting away the sword and standing up, Xiao Chen showed a satisfied smile on his face. With this technique of drawing the sword, he was finally not far away from the realm of Dacheng.
Taking out the seven petals of the seven-leaf flower from the Qiankun Ring, Xiao Chen pondered for a while, then returned to the flat stone and sat cross-legged.
He picked off a red petal and slowly held it in his mouth. The petal melted in his mouth and penetrated into Xiao Chen's skin instantly, and then a heartbreaking pain came.
There was no part of his body that was not free of pain, like needle pricks. Xiao Chen gritted his teeth and persisted. This was the pain that Qiyehua had to go through while he was washing the marrow of his bones, skin and flesh.
Xiao Chen felt as if his skin was falling off. The slightest movement or breeze would cause extra severe pain. Xiao Chen didn't dare to open his mouth. He was afraid that if he did, he would bite his tongue off.
In an instant, his face was covered with sweat, like a man in water. This heartbreaking pain lasted for an hour before it stopped.
The moment the pain disappeared, the hair on Xiao Chen's body spread out, and an indescribable feeling of comfort spread throughout his body. His dark skin also underwent an extreme change, becoming snow-white and transparent, like jade, which made people marvel.
Xiao Chen clearly felt that the strength of his physical body had increased a lot again. He was overjoyed and without any hesitation, he took out a white petal and put it in his mouth again.
In the end, Xiao Chen took all seven petals of different colors into his mouth. The taste was simply inhuman torture. Every time a petal is taken into the mouth, the pain will double. When the seventh petal is taken into the mouth, the pain will double.
The pain that could not be described in words made Xiao Chen almost faint from the pain. If his spiritual consciousness was not much stronger than that of ordinary people, Xiao Chen might really faint and never wake up again.
boom! boom! boom!
Xiao Chen stood up from the stone platform, and the bones in his body crackled continuously. The bones that had been washed seven times began to reshape.
After the shaping was completed, Xiao Chen found that his height had become taller. His original height was close to 1.7 meters, but now he actually grew to 1.8 meters, a full centimeter higher.
His face, which was as sharp as a knife, became more sharp-edged, and the originally sharp aura became restrained, like an unsheathed sword.
There was an occasional flash of light in his eyes, and his whole aura immediately became fierce, like a sword unsheathed, with a cold light and sharp edge.
His physical body had already been tempered by the sky thunder, and now it had been cleansed by seven seven-leaf flowers. His physical body had become frighteningly powerful.
Jumping down from the stone platform, Xiao Chen didn't use any vitality. He only relied on the strength of his body and slapped a huge boulder next to him with his palm.
boom!
Countless tiny cracks instantly appeared on the rock, and the cracks kept spreading. The boulder was smashed into countless stone fragments, flying wildly in the air.
Xiao Chen looked at the stone chips falling on the ground and sighed in his heart. When Xiao Chen first came to this world, his martial soul could never awaken.
The biggest dream at that time was to develop a powerful physical body, because in this world, there were indeed some people who had not awakened their martial souls but relied on their physical bodies to become saints.
Unexpectedly, now, it has already taken another trajectory, reaching the minor accomplishment of the physical body.
The sun was shining high, and the sunlight shone unreservedly on the earth. The calm water of Zhuang River shone with dazzling rays of light that were reflected from time to time.
Xiao Chen leaned on the rock and took out the sketch of the ruins that brought him endless pursuit from the Qiankun ring. He had seen this sketch many times before.
But nothing was found. The address of the ruins drawn in the sketch should be somewhere inside the wild forest. Unfortunately, Xiao Chen had never been to the inside of the wild forest.
It is impossible to tell where the ruins pointed out in the sketch are. This drawing must be understood by someone who is very familiar with the internal environment of the wild forest.
The ruins of the ancient human race's great power will definitely contain valuable treasures, such as holy weapons, battle armor, high-level soul weapons, ancient martial arts, and secret treasures. All of these have a fatal attraction for Xiao Chen.
In the ancient times, it was an era that was 10,000 years earlier than the Tianwu Dynasty. It was the most glorious period of the human race. Saints filled the streets and emperors from all over the world were rampant. They could cut mountains and stones and move rivers and seas.
There are even legends that a human warrior god was born in that era, who could pick stars, hold the moon, and spit out stars. It's a pity that those glorious years were eventually lost in the long river of history, and almost none of the inheritance of the ancient human race remained.
There was a historical gap between the Tianwu Dynasty and the ancient times. No one knew what happened during that time. The ancient people seemed to have disappeared.
Most people believe that the ancient human race was wiped out by the demons in the demon world. After all, the Tianwu Dynasty thousands of years ago was destroyed by demons.
But what the truth is, no one knows except the orthodox Three Holy Lands. The Three Holy Lands have never disclosed any news from ancient times.
Xiao Chen was very interested in all this in the ancient times, because he had a vague feeling that the Qinglong Martial Spirit in his body might have appeared as early as the ancient times.
It's a pity that he himself is not familiar with the interior of the wild forest, so this sketch is of no use in his hands.
You have to find someone to cooperate, Xiao Chen thought in his mind. When he had this thought, a figure immediately appeared in his mind.
"Well, that's him." Xiao Chen said lightly with a smile on his face.
After Xiao Chen finished speaking, he probed his consciousness into the soul blood jade. Looking at Xiao Bai who was still sleeping, the smile on his face slowly disappeared, a murderous look flashed in his eyes, and he murmured: "It's time to go out too." Okay, I just did these two things together.”
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After leaving the illusion formation, Xiao Chen walked directly towards the outside of the wild forest. Not long after walking, he met a group of warriors who entered the outer reaches of the wild forest to practice.
Xiao Chen's current appearance has changed a lot compared to before. The original childish temperament disappeared without a trace and became extremely stable.
The group of warriors watched Xiao Chen pass by without paying much attention until Xiao Chen walked some distance away. One of the warriors seemed to suddenly remember something and took out a portrait.
"Look, do the man in the portrait look like the person wanted by the Jiang family?" The warrior held the portrait and asked the people around him.
A person next to him took a closer look and said: "It doesn't look very similar. The person wanted by the Jiang family is obviously a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, but the person who just walked by didn't have the temperament of a boy at all."
Another person said, "It doesn't look like that to me. The person just now obviously has the cultivation level of a middle-grade martial artist, but the Jiang family said that the person in the portrait only has the cultivation level of a high-grade martial artist. He has not been there for a few days." People can suddenly improve their cultivation so much."
"But I think they are very similar. I can't say why. Anyway, they just feel similar." Others also expressed different opinions.
The leader of this group of people, a man with a terrifying scar on his face, looked at Xiao Chen's leaving figure and remained silent. After a while, he suddenly spoke and said in a deep voice: "It is indeed the person in the portrait. He Although my clothes have been changed, my shoes have not yet been changed.”
Everyone looked quickly and found that the shoes worn by the person in the portrait were exactly the same as the person they had just approached. After finding this clue, everyone looked more and more like each other, and they were sure that it was this person.
"Boss, do you want to do it or not? What the Jiang family promised is only a thousand taels of gold. A thousand years of gold is equivalent to one year's income for all of us."
"Yes, he is just a mid-level martial artist. Everyone here is a martial artist. Boss, you are a top martial artist. There is no need to be afraid."
The scarred man smiled sinisterly and said, "Do you think I'm a fool? I've sent Lao Jiu out to follow him a long time ago. I'll mark the way and wait for us to go over and take action."
"The boss is the boss, he can really see further than us." Everyone immediately flattered him.
A cruel look flashed in Dao Scar's eyes, and he smiled and cursed: "Stop talking nonsense and follow me quickly."
Everyone didn't go far when they saw the mark carved by Lao Jiu. They were immediately happy and their pace accelerated a lot. Thinking of the Jiang family's thousand taels of gold, everyone's eyes flashed with greed.
"Where is Lao Jiu's mark? Why can't I see it?" Everyone who had walked a long distance suddenly found that the mark that had guided them along the way was suddenly missing.
The scarred man saw a trace of ashes not far away, and felt a bad premonition in his heart, "Where are Lao Jiu's people? Where are they? Even if they were killed, they should still be able to see their bodies!"
"I saw him, Xiao Chen is there." Someone in the crowd suddenly said loudly.
Everyone followed the direction of his finger and immediately saw Xiao Chen's figure next to a big tree. When the scarred man heard everyone's voices, he quickly put aside his doubts and looked in that direction.
Next to the big tree, Xiao Chen stood quietly, as if he had anticipated the arrival of everyone. His face was calm and his black eyes were tightly closed, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.
The scarred man suddenly felt something was wrong and wanted to speak out to stop his men, but those men's eyes were already filled with greed, and they rushed towards Xiao Chen with steel knives in hand.
Xiao Chen's right eye suddenly opened, his whole aura suddenly changed, his clothes fluttered, and his black hair fluttered. Just like a sword being unsheathed, the cold light shines wildly and its sharp edge is revealed.
In the depths of his eyes, there seemed to be endless flames burning, finally gathering into a rhombus-shaped purple flame. The purple light was connected with Xiao Chen's consciousness, and it had already quietly planted a trace of original fire in these people.
The moment Xiao Chen opened his right eye and the purple light formed, the fire on these people was immediately ignited, and a purple flame rose up from their bodies. They were reduced to a pile of ashes before they even had time to scream.
The scarred man, even though he knew something was wrong, already flew backwards. But his left hand was still on fire. He decisively took the steel knife and cut off his left hand.
Looking at the extra ashes on the ground, he opened his mouth wide and was speechless. With expressions of horror on their faces, a group of people who had been alive just now turned into ashes silently.
Is this the devil
The scarred man finally knew what the pile of ashes he saw earlier was, but now it was too late.
Xiao Chen walked slowly towards him with Moon Shadow Knife in hand. The woods became extremely quiet for a moment, with only the sound of Xiao Chen's footsteps and the beating of the scarred man's heart, which was about to jump out.