Chapter 443

"Hee hee, grandpa, just wait and see, I will surpass you sooner or later." Shen Yuexin was also very happy to see Shen Guyun, waving her pink fist, and said proudly.

"Who are these two?" At this moment, Yan Changkong looked at Xia Yuwei and Gu Qingying behind Yang Xuan.

"This is Xia Yuwei, this is Gu Qingying." Yang Xuan introduced, and then smiled proudly, "They are all wives of disciples."

"Senior Brother Yang Xuan is so amazing that he actually married so many beautiful sisters as his wives." Some young girls stared at the stars, while others said, "Senior Brother Yang Xuan, it's rare for you to come back and tell us what Zhongzhou is like. Bar!"

"no problem."

Yang Xuan was very cheerful, and told many interesting humanities and interesting things in Zhongzhou. During the period, many disciples from the inner sect of Qixuanmen also came. After seeing Yang Xuan, all of them showed shock on their faces.

Some of them even had conflicts with Yang Xuan before, but seeing each other today, they all saw the huge gap between themselves and Yang Xuan, and felt ashamed for a while.

After a long time, Yan Changkong said, "Okay, Yang Xuan, let's go to the inner door. One is to clean up the dust for you, but to celebrate the reunion of Brother Pei."

...

Time passed slowly, and several days passed in a blink of an eye.

These days, Yang Xuan is not in a hurry to cultivate. First, he accompanied Xia Yuwei and Fang Qingxue home to visit relatives, and then most of the time he accompanies the girls touring the mountains and waters.

After several days passed, he finally started to practice.

This morning, on the Cuiyun Peak of the inner gate, in Qin Lan's other courtyard, Yang Xuan sat cross-legged in the practice room, preparing to practice the divine art of splitting silk.

The Divine Silk Refinement Technique is a supreme supernatural power handed down from the last Chaos Era that is specially used to refine the soul. It goes without saying that it is difficult to cultivate.

When a martial artist just started to practice, the first thing to do is to kill himself.

This step is extremely critical and dangerous, so Yang Xuan had to be careful.

He first meditated and practiced Qi, adjusted his spirit to the best state, then held his breath and turned his spirit into an invisible sword, slashing at the soul.

If you look at it in perspective at this moment, you can see that the divine soul in his sea of ​​consciousness trembles violently.

The next moment, a pale white thread of divine soul fell off the complete divine soul.

The whole process was very short, but it made Yang Xuan feel like he almost lost his soul. The severe pain could not be described with pen and ink.

This is because of his firm will, otherwise he would have fainted long ago.

"If you suffer from hardships, you will be a superior person. Hold back. I have to hold back."

Yang Xuan gritted his teeth, and according to the operation method of the Divine Silk Refinement Technique, he once again condensed a little spiritual power into a sharp sword, and cut it on the complete soul.

That's right, it is cutting, of course, it can also be called self-cutting soul, or stripping cocoons.

As the sword of mental power touched the soul, Yang Xuan felt that his entire head was about to explode, but with tenacious perseverance, he finally endured it.

Soon, the second thread of divine soul was cut.

That feeling is like Ling Chi, but Ling Chi is targeting the body, while Yang Xuan is now targeting the soul.

"Hoho!" Yang Xuan's teeth trembled, and he wanted to scream in pain.

"Call if you want, as long as you don't pass out." The purgatory boy smiled.

"To shut up!"

Yang Xuan was furious, this little brat was too unconscionable, didn't he see that he was terribly uncomfortable?

However, what made Yang Xuan happy was that his anger was vented, and the pain in the soul was relieved a little. Although the magnitude was small, it allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Stinky boy, how are you feeling? Do you feel more comfortable?" The purgatory boy hummed.

"Boy, thank you." Only then did Yang Xuan understand that the purgatory boy was there to help him.

"Just a little thing."

Yang Xuan didn't answer any more, rested for a while, guarded Lingtai Qingming, and started the tragic self-mutilation again...

This is the divine art of splitting the silk. It does not require too much talent. Even a warrior can practice this art, but not all warriors can successfully practice it. Gotta be an idiot and even die on the spot.

what! what! what!

In the practice room, there were endless screams, and the sound insulation effect was very good, so people outside couldn't hear it, otherwise Su Ziyao and other women would not be able to rush in.

In just half an hour, Yang Xuan kept stripping away his soul, which could be described as excruciating pain.

But in order to become stronger, no matter how painful it is, he has to endure it.

That is, in half an hour, he reluctantly cut nine threads of divine soul.

As the supreme supernatural power of the last Chaos Era, the Divine Silk Refinement Technique can be subdivided into four stages: Beginner, Small, Medium, and Large, and each stage corresponds to the corresponding divine soul thread.

Let’s put it this way, below the nine hundred and ninety-nine strands of the soul thread, all count as entry.

More than nine hundred and ninety-nine threads of divine soul, Xiaocheng!

More than nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine threads of divine soul, Zhongcheng!

Reaching ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine threads of divine soul, Dacheng!

Not to mention Zhongcheng and the legendary Dacheng, even Xiaocheng is destined to be a long and arduous process.

Without great perseverance and boldness, it is impossible to succeed at all.

Yang Xuan was a man of two generations, with a calm temperament, and he was not in a hurry to achieve success. After successfully cutting the nine strands of spiritual silk, he collapsed to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

He was too tired, and his mental strength was severely overdrawn. If he didn't take a good rest, he felt that his soul would collapse immediately.

While Yang Xuan was resting, his spirit also underwent a strange change.

I saw nine strands of divine soul thread, as small as hair, wandering back and forth around his divine soul in a counterclockwise direction, exuding a strange suction.

Under this suction, the vitality of heaven and earth slowly poured into his sea of ​​consciousness, nourishing his soul, and making his soul grow all the time.

This speed is very slow, but it is also very powerful over time.

It is no exaggeration to say that his spiritual power is growing every day.

...

For several days, Yang Xuan was cutting the soul in the practice room.

Su Ziyao and the other women didn't know that he was practicing the divine art of splitting silk, and thought he was in retreat to improve his cultivation, so no one bothered him. After all, the Palace of Eternal Life was about to open, and Yang Xuan also needed to work hard to improve his cultivation.

Yang Xuan did not know the thoughts of several women. After several days of self-mutilation, he gradually became accustomed to this inhuman pain, and there were more and more soul threads surrounding his soul, and there were hundreds of strands.

However, this is far from enough. He wants to try to practice the Divine Silk Splitting Technique to a small extent before arriving on the date agreed with the Master War King.

Time passed slowly in pain and happiness. When Li Yunfei and others came to Qixuanmen after visiting relatives, Yang Xuancai staggered out of the practice room dragging his exhausted body.

"Little thief!"

"Bastard!"

"Woooo, brother, what's wrong with you!?"

Su Ziyao, Shen Yuexin, Xia Yuwei and others turned pale, Fang Qingxue and Gu Qingying even cried out in fear.

Yang Xuan looks too embarrassed now, no, it is more miserable than embarrassed.

His black hair was messy, covered with dark red dried blood clots, and the white clothes that had been spotless on his body were also stained with blood. On his face, there were also bloodstains all over...

"Ying'er, Xue'er, don't cry, I'm fine."

There was a smile on Yang Xuan's face that he thought was charming, but he didn't know that his smile was even uglier than a ghost right now. It's just that the girls don't care about it now, and everyone's heart is aching.

Gu Qingying and Fang Qingxue burst into tears and fell into his arms.

Su Ziyao, Shen Yuexin, and Xia Yuwei also came to his side, all worried

"Don't worry, my wives, my husband has cultivated a secret skill, and it's not a big deal."

Yang Xuan was very polite.

"Really!?" The girls looked suspicious, how could Yang Xuan be described in one miserable word.

"Of course, I just feel a little tired."

Yang Xuan nodded, sensed something, and said, "Little witch, let Li Yunfei and the others wait, I'll take a shower and change my clothes, and then we'll go back to the Sword God Palace."

After all, go to the bathroom.

Seeing this, Su Ziyao didn't care what Xia Yuwei and the other girls thought, and immediately entered the bathroom.

...

After a stick of incense, Yang Xuan and Su Ziyao walked out of the bathroom hand in hand, one in a purple dress, the other in a white dress that beats the snow.

When the two arrived outside the courtyard, they found that not only Li Yunfei, Manba and others were here, but also Yan Changkong, Pei Yuntian, Yang Fu, and many elders inside and outside the Qixuanmen.

Obviously, everyone came to see Yang Xuan off.

"Sect Master, Master Pei, Uncle Fu, and all the elders, I don't know how long it will take for this kid to come back, so please take care of yourself."

Yang Xuan came to Yan Changkong and the others and bowed.

"Go, the vast world outside is suitable for you."

"Stinky boy, be careful. If you can't beat anyone, just run away. I don't want to hear about you, old man."

"Child, Uncle Fu has nothing to say, I wish you to show your style in the Hall of Eternal Life, win the fortune, and step into the supreme in one fell swoop."

Yan Changkong, Pei Yuntian, Yang Fu and others spoke up one after another.

"Everyone, farewell."

Yang Xuan didn't say much, and was about to leave, but at this moment, a figure appeared silently.

(After a stick of incense, Yang Xuan and Su Ziyao walked out of the bathroom hand in hand, one in a purple dress, and one in white to win over the snow.

When the two arrived outside the courtyard, they found that not only Li Yunfei, Manba and others were here, but also Yan Changkong, Pei Yuntian, Yang Fu, and many elders inside and outside the Qixuanmen.

Obviously, everyone came to see Yang Xuan off.

"Sect Master, Master Pei, Uncle Fu, and all the elders, I don't know how long it will take for this kid to come back, so please take care of yourself."

Yang Xuan came to Yan Changkong and the others and bowed.

"Go, the vast world outside is suitable for you."

"Stinky boy, be careful. If you can't beat anyone, just run away. I don't want to hear about you, old man."

"Child, Uncle Fu has nothing to say. I wish you to show off your style in the Hall of Eternal Life, win good fortune, and step into the Supreme in one fell swoop."

Yan Changkong, Pei Yuntian, Yang Fu and others all spoke up.

"Everyone, farewell."

Yang Xuan didn't say much, and was about to leave, but at this moment, a figure appeared silently.