Chapter 43 Flame Knife

Yang Feng never dreamed that he would inherit the immortal martial soul. The inheritance of the martial soul is only recorded in ancient times, and it has not appeared at all since ancient times. The inheritance of the martial soul will inherit all its martial arts skills, and it is more primitively aggressive and destructive.

So, should there be immortal martial arts in your divine consciousness? He was shocked and ecstatic by the news.

"How would you thank me if I could save you out?" This black ice flame is an old monster. He doesn't believe that this thing will have any human nature.

"You, it's up to you?" Xuan Bingyan looked at Yang Feng contemptuously.

"Humph..." Seeing this, Yang Feng took a look at him and was about to sweep up.

"Wait..." Xuan Bingyan quickly called him. He has been here for ten thousand years and doesn't want to stay forever.

"As long as you can save me, I will be your slave for a year."

"One year?" Yang Feng frowned. Obviously, Xuan Bingyan had no sincerity. Continue to fly away.

"Wait, three years, three years..."

Yang Feng ignored him and continued to go up. He stayed underground for tens of thousands of years and was his servant for three years, joking.

"Five...five years..." Seeing that Yang Feng did not stop at all, Xuan Bingyan was finally anxious.

"Ten years, ten years, I am willing to be your servant for ten years."

Yang Feng, who was halfway through, finally stopped and fell towards him.

When he came to Xuanbingyan, his face was not good-looking. In ancient times, Tianyan's cultivation exceeded the Yuanshen realm and fell into a slave to a boy in the refining realm. He felt this grievance, but now he has what he wants and asks for others, so he has to bow his head.

"I'm just joking with you. By my side, we can be brothers. As for whether we want to stay for ten years, it depends on our fate."

Xuan Bingyan's face is more beautiful.

Yang Feng put his middle finger into his mouth and bit it, and a drop of bright red blood fell into the Xuanbing Pool.

Bah... That drop of blood fell on the Xuanbing Pool. Suddenly, a strange force in the pool struggled fiercely, as if it was extremely uncomfortable by the blood. The source of strange power kept flashing in it and twisted painfully...

With the blood of immortality, Xuan Bingyan's face changed sharply and his face was surprised.

Finally, those different strange faces were washed away by blood little by little. The Xuanbing Lake turned into a clear pool of water.

A blue ice flame rushed into the air, swung... rushed to the top of the tree, kept rushing up and flying up...

The mysterious ice flame flew wildly, extremely happy and hearty.

Yang Feng also followed the Red Cold Tree King.

After a moment, Xuan Bingyan came to him.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Yang Feng. By the way, where should I put you? Is it okay to put it in the storage bag?

"No, the storage bag will be burned. Are you the heir of the undead martial soul?

"Well, I didn't know at the beginning. After listening to you talk about that piece of palm, I realized that crazy blood is immortal blood."

At this time, Xuan Bingyan did not have that kind of contempt in his eyes. Even if he is the inheritor of the immortal martial soul, even if he is the lowest cultivation, he will be the pride of a generation in the future. Legend has it that the energy of the undead martial soul may be proud of the whole universe. In those years, the undead warriors cracked the starry sky, shook the stars, and re-arcopped the stars, which once led to the fall of eight wastes, the Tianhe River flowed back, and the stars changed.

So, a person with immortal blood is destined to be a proud strong man. I just don't know if the teenager in front of me can go on.

Yang Feng didn't think so much. Xuan Bingyan drilled into his body and disappeared into the sea of knowledge. As soon as he entered Yang Feng's body, he felt a devastating breath, which scared him so much that he almost peed his trousers.

This is...

He quickly shrank into a corner of Yang Feng's body and dared not move. I didn't expect that there was such a horrible thing on him.

At the sight of Yang Feng, Xuan Bingyan actually penetrated into his body, both excited and curious. This thing was really mysterious!

He walked out. At this time, all of a sudden, the red and cold trees began to slowly wither, and the towering trees became yellow and thin in an instant, turning into a pile of small bad trees in the blink of an eye.

Without the energy of the black ice flame, how can these red colds survive?

......

When he got home, Yang Feng went to see his mother. Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the door, he met a girl.

But the girl's eyebrows are picturesque, her lips are like peaches, and her pretty face is like the peach moon in March. A pair of big watery eyes make people feel distressing. Her slender waist is showing her delicate body. The green skirt is more charming.

What a handsome woman!

"Who are you? Why is it in my mother's yard? This man doesn't dress like a maid.

Unexpectedly, the girl's face was stunned, and then she turned red and said, "Yang Xi has seen the prince!"

"Ah...Yang Xi?" Yang Feng's old face turned red. Why didn't you see that she was the girl she saved?

"Well, I'm looking for my mother!" He quickly pretended to look away to hide his embarrassment.

As soon as Yang Xi saw it, she covered her mouth and smiled and said, "Madam took a nap and said anything to tell me."

"Uh..." Yang Feng opened his mouth for a long time and didn't say a word. Unexpectedly, I asked her to take care of her mother, but now I have to listen to her.

Yang Xi was relieved and finally revenged Yang Feng for him like that last night.

"Then I'll come back later."

Looking at Yang Feng's back turning away, Yang Xi smiled with some pride.

......

Back to the courtyard where he was alone, Yang Feng sat down and practiced. Suddenly, the sound of Xuan Bingyan sounded.

"Well, Yang Feng, I have a set of flame knives here, which is a starry martial arts skill. Try to practice." Anyway, Yang Feng saved him out of trouble without saying anything, and he was embarrassed.

"Starry Sky Martial Arts? What is it?"

"Well, it's a special martial arts skill. You will know later that this thing may be a little domineering. You should be careful."

A touch of divine knowledge with skills instantly fell into Yang Feng's mind.

A line of strange, star-like words flashed one by one, and began to flow in his mind. Slowly, the star-like words circulated in the strange meridians and eight veins in his body. From a distance, the stars on his body seemed to be similar to an astrolabe.

The strange words are like notes, entering Yang Feng's divine consciousness, forming a strange energy in his Dantian. With the flow of words, the energy is enlarged little by little, enhanced, and becomes deeper little by little. Yang Feng could almost see clearly through the sea that an energy mass was gathering in Dantian. It's like a Big Dipper.

Star circulation, circulation, Big Dipper zoom in, zoom in...

Finally, the speed of the flow of stars suddenly accelerated, and the Big Dipper was so big that it could not be accommodated in Dantian. With a bang, it melted into Yang Feng's blood.

A strange-shaped blue knife appeared in his sea of knowledge.

"What is this?" How can this kind of thing appear in the weapon of your own sea? He exclaimed.

"This is the Flame Knife."

Damn, I'm so small, and I'm still in the sea of knowledge. What's the use... This Xuanbingyan is really... Isn't this making trouble for myself? It's still domineering. I think it's almost occupied, occupying my sea of knowledge. He had a burst of slander in his heart.

As if he had seen through Yang Feng's idea, Xuan Bingyan's voice sounded: "You go outside and try it. It's better to be far away, so as not to be scared by others. The flaming knife is not an ordinary martial art. It's really a little domineering. Be careful."

Hearing this, Yang Feng rolled his eyes and didn't say anything. He came out of Yangjiabao and ran far away to a small mountain on the edge of Yaoshan Mountain.

......

When he came to a hill, Yang Feng stood up, took a deep breath, and silently carried the skill. His right hand suddenly pointed to the sky and roared: "Flame knife! Cut!"

But when he saw it in mid-air, suddenly, a half-foot-long light and shadow knife appeared and slashed towards the hill opposite.