The path of cultivation has never been a smooth one. It is full of thorns and very difficult, and Xie Yunxiao's path is countless times more difficult than others.
If it is an ordinary person, after the fourth realm of the Great Zhoutian is completed, the true energy flows through the limbs, bones, internal organs, and nourishes the original spirit, and then condenses the virtual spirit.
But Xie Yunxiao is in the fourth realm. I don’t know if it’s because he took an unusual path and was dissatisfied with perfection, so his soul has not been successfully condensed for a long time, or it is due to other reasons.
In fact, Xie Yunxiao understood somewhat in his heart that it was not just a matter of true energy, but that his spiritual consciousness was too strong, which was also an important reason for the increased difficulty in condensing the spirit.
"Do we need to use some treasures? Such a condensed soul seems to be meaningless, unless we find the legendary immortal soul fruit! But this immortal soul fruit is just a legendary thing. For thousands of years, no one has heard of it. Got it!"
Xie Yunxiao rubbed his eyebrows. What was before him was not just the issue of Qin Zheng's inheritance, but also the issue of cultivation.
"The true energy is increasing, and the speed of operation has also been improved. However, if this state cannot be improved, it will eventually be restricted. Finding the immortal soul fruit is just a dream, so we should be down-to-earth and do it step by step!"
Xie Yunxiao whispered to himself. The lights in his room jumped slightly, and the figures reflected on the doors and windows also moved a few times.
Suddenly, the Great Spiritual Book inside the sleeve moved, and the black bird flew out.
"It's not impossible for the master to find the Immortal Soul Fruit!" Black Bird said.
Xie Yunxiao knew that the black bird had a mysterious origin and had great magical powers. He said lightly: "Do you know where there is an immortal soul fruit?"
"I know, the immortal soul fruit grows on the banks of the Soul River!" The black bird seemed to have done a great job and flew around the house.
Soul River, the legendary place where souls return after death, has always been mysterious and unpredictable.
Xie Yunxiao also knew the legend about Soul River, but how to find Soul River?
"You're talking nonsense!" Xie Yunxiao sighed.
Hei Que said: "Before ancient times, there was a battle between strong men, and the Soul River was beaten to pieces. But as far as I know, there is a section of Soul River hidden in Ning Kingdom!"
Xie Yunxiao's eyes were as bright as sparks and he asked: "Where is this Soul River in Ningguo?"
"The Ming Mountain in the northwest of Daning!" Black Bird said.
Xie Yunxiao's expression condensed. This Ming Mountain was one of the five famous places of death in the world. It was located in the northwest of Ning Country and no one had ever dared to approach it.
"Are you kidding?" Xie Yunxiao's voice sounded, revealing an inexplicable majesty.
Black Bird said timidly: "I don't dare!"
Xie Yunxiao chuckled lightly: "This place is on the northwest border of Ning Kingdom. It is thousands of miles away. We can't go there for the time being. It seems that it is impossible to further improve our cultivation in a short period of time!"
These words were to test Hei Que, because Xie Yunxiao knew that Hei Que needed Xie Yunxiao to break through the realm and generate a vision, so that he could awaken the evil spirit in the Dao Spirit Book and untie the constraints of the Dao Spirit Book. force.
Hei Que heard this, but like an eggplant beaten by frost, he lowered his head and sighed.
When Xie Yunxiao saw this, he realized that he was worrying too much. Obviously, Black Bird had no way to break through the situation in a short time.
Of course, judging from this aspect, Hei Que's statement that there is a section of Soul River in Mingshan Mountain should be true.
"That's all, let's go see the scenery of Soul River when we have time!" Xie Yunxiao no longer dwells on this issue.
As for cultivation, Xie Yunxiao will not relax at all. Even if he cannot condense his soul for the time being, the increase in his true energy is also an increase in his strength.
After sorting out his thoughts, Xie Yunxiao turned his attention to Qin Zheng.
Now that he has returned to Xianyang, although he still cannot say that he has a firm foothold, there is nothing he can do for the time being. Only when his opponent takes action can he have a chance to make a fuss.
"This is an embarrassing situation without a foundation. As long as you have some foundation in the court, why do you end up like this?" Xie Yunxiao sighed helplessly, and he suddenly thought of his friend Wang Hui.
This young general who is stationed in Xiaoshan can be considered a powerful force if he is dragged into the water...
"No, you can't trick your friends in this matter. Secondly, there is a man named Wang Jian who is making decisions behind him. Now Wang Jian is neutral and will not participate in the battle for the heir. Once he angers this old man, it will be a serious matter!"
Xie Yunxiao whispered to himself, whether from the perspective of a friend or considering the overall situation, he could not force Wang Hui into the water unless he was willing and had Wang Jian's permission.
Coming out of the house, a gust of cool wind blew on his face, and Xie Yunxiao's eyes returned to clarity. It was estimated that it was already halfway through Haishi.
"It rained just as it was supposed to, without any reason!" Xie Yunxiao suddenly said this for some unknown reason, and just shook his head.
"Master!"
On the other side of the circular passage on the wall, a head poked out, it was Qin Zheng.
"It's so late, why don't you rest?" Xie Yunxiao asked.
Qin Zhengdao: "I encountered some problems in my practice. I haven't figured it out. I can't sleep. Please ask Master to clarify my doubts!"
"Really? Tell me!" Xie Yunxiao walked over and went to his yard with Qin Zheng.
Qin Zheng nodded, and the master and apprentice began to explore issues related to cultivation in the courtyard.
In the west city of Ningguo, among its criss-crossed streets, in West Thirty-Seven Alley, there is a place for the elders named Yipinju.
In the backyard of Yipinju, an extremely handsome young man quietly looked at a pond of lotus flowers that had long since withered in front of him.
After the brilliance of autumn frost, the once lush lotus leaves have long since withered and turned yellow, and the styles supporting the huge flowers have also fallen into the pond, scattered across the pond.
The entire pool was filled with an inexplicable air of death and desolation.
The young man was dressed in black clothes. His long black hair was held up by jasper hairpins, with two strands hanging on his shoulders at the back, exuding a chic aura.
He has a handsome appearance, but his whole body emits a cold feeling from time to time.
"Autumn is such a wonderful season!" There was a hint of femininity in the young man's voice, and the cold aura was a bit stronger than before.
As he finished speaking, the cold wind blew harder, and a whistling sound could be heard.
But the strange thing is that the handsome young man standing in front of the pool, his long flowing black hair, was not affected in any way, and even his mysterious clothes did not move at all.
It was as if the cold wind here had an indescribable affection for him. It couldn't bear to ruffle his hair and make him feel the cold.
The young man took a step forward, stretched out his right hand, and gently stroked it with his slender fingers. The gentle and complex movements made his hand even more beautiful.
A faint halo of light circulated, and an inexplicable aura was released, and in the withered lotus pond, there was black air billowing and rolling.
At this moment, the cold wind in the backyard was much colder than just now.
The biting cold wind caused the withered lotus leaves in the pond to tumble, and when they encountered the rising black air, they instantly turned into nothing.
The black air kept coming out and gathering in the sky above the pond.
The whistling cold wind did not affect the gathering of the black air at all. It seemed that no matter how strong the wind was, it could not disperse the black air.
After about a cup of tea, the condensed black energy slowly dispersed a little. In the center of the black energy, there was a bud the size of a fist.
In the cold wind, this strange black flower bud is slowly opening.
The petals outside bloomed, and it was vaguely visible that it was a lotus, a black lotus.
A faint smile appeared on the young man's face: "It's finally open!"
At this time, his hands moved simultaneously, forming inexplicable seals. The power of law surged like an ocean, pouring into the many black lotuses that had not fully bloomed.
In an instant, the black lotus that had not fully bloomed suddenly glowed with a faint black light, and a destructive aura spread out, causing ripples in the void.
The space in the backyard was filled with that terrifying force everywhere, and any yellow leaves blown down by the cold wind were caught in it and instantly disappeared.
As time goes by, more and more petals of this black lotus bloom, and the destructive power released becomes more and more powerful.
It's as if these black lotuses were born for destruction.
When the petals fully bloomed, the flowing black light almost solidified. Under the control of the man in black clothes, these destructive powers gathered together, like rivers, traversing the void.
After the impact, a dull sound could be heard in the void, accompanied by some whimpering sounds. The entire backyard felt like hell.
After a long time, the young man in Xuanyi formed a simple seal, and the black lotus flew up and landed in his palm, and then completely disappeared into it.
The young man in black clothes straightened his clothes. The cold wind in the yard had stopped. The sudden silence made the yard even more weird.
At this moment, a voice came from afar: "Sir, the Second Highness is here!"
Upon hearing this, Young Master Xuanyi walked towards the direction from which the voice came. Soon he came to the front hall, where Qin Jiao, the second prince of Ning Kingdom, was sitting in the hall.
"I have met His Highness the Second Highness!" Master Xuanyi saluted with a respectful expression.
Qin Jiao waved his hand and said with a smile: "I told you, there is no need to be polite between us!"
A faint smile appeared on Mr. Xuanyi's face, and he said: "It's been a long time since you came to my place. If you hadn't encountered something that couldn't be solved, I guess you wouldn't have easily set foot in my residence!"
"Xiao Mo, you are my last trump card. I won't use it lightly until the end!" Qin Jiao said.
The name of Mr. Xuanyi is Xiao Mo, and he is quite famous in Xianyang, the capital of Ning State. He is proficient in music and painting, and is the dream lover of many noble girls in Xianyang city.
This residence is a place famous for music concerts. I heard that the official music government once asked him to teach, but he didn't agree.
But it is precisely because of this that his noble quality of being indifferent to fame and fortune has been better publicized.
But who would have thought that he turned out to be the second prince Qin Jiao's son.
"Your Highness, I am responsible for collecting information for you, but other aspects need to be solved by yourself!" Xiao Mo said.
Qin Jiao laughed loudly: "Xiao Mo, you are being humble. Not to mention other things, but with your six realms of cultivation, there are not many people who can compare with you!"
He didn't know that Xiao Mo was not in the Sixth Realm and could control the power of law, at least in the Seventh Realm.
