I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 64: Beast Spirit Fire Essence (Additional Update)
There was not much space at the end of the cave, so Jiang Yi left the two of them behind and set up a tortoise shell formation to isolate everything.

Twelve golden leaf knives flew out and set up the Golden Silkworm Soul-Devouring Formation within the Tortoise Shell Formation.

Two rays of life fell on the two men, and Yan Hong and Han Tao, who were originally unconscious, suddenly woke up in pain.

The tendons in their hands and feet were broken, and their spines on the back were crushed by the sword energy. Now they could only writhe on the ground like insects.

When the two men raised their heads with difficulty, they saw a twelve-year-old girl in green clothes sitting on the green rock with her knees bent, her black hair hanging down to her waist.

The green long sword was stuck in the ground, and Jiang Yi was casually playing with two storage bags.

She raised her eyes, and the air in the cave suddenly became cramped and filled with an invisible sense of oppression.

"Please, my two brothers," she said, emphasizing each word, "give me an explanation!"

"How dare you..."

As the older Yan Hong opened his mouth, the golden silkworm phantom suddenly spit out thousands of golden threads, suspending his limbs in the air.

The green shadow flashed to the front like lightning, and the sword light cut through the dark cave.

puff!

Blood splattered on Han Tao's face. He watched Yan Hong's right arm being severed at the root, and the flesh and blood hanging on the golden thread was still steaming.

"Ah! Ah ah ah!!!"

The screams echoed between the rock walls, and Jiang Yi wiped the blood from his cheek.

"Besides the explanation, I don't want to hear any nonsense!"

Jiang Yi was very angry. She had originally wanted to be kind and heartless, to practice her lazy way, to stand under the clear sky and broad daylight, to appreciate the grandeur of the world of cultivation.

But these two people forced her to turn back into the dark, cold, murderous Shura she used to be.

She was also angry with herself. She had been living too comfortably recently and had forgotten the cruelty of the world of cultivation, the days when she licked blood on the sword, and had lost her vigilance and sense of crisis.

It was almost the same, and the people around him died.

Jiang Yi's eyes turned and met Han Tao's. Han Tao trembled all over and his pupils constricted. He felt that the person standing in front of him was an evil ghost from hell, a soul-demanding Asura.

"You dare to massacre your fellow disciples, you..." Yan Hong endured the pain and continued to speak, "Aren't you afraid of the sect rules..."

The golden wire that bound him suddenly loosened, and Yan Hong fell to the ground. Jiang Yi ran up and kicked him out, and he hit the wall behind him heavily.

Yan Hong vomited blood and fell to the ground. Jiang Yi's sword suddenly pierced his pupils just a millimeter away. Yan Hong's eyes widened to the extreme in horror, and his pupils constricted and trembled.

"I said, I don't want to listen to nonsense."

Jiang Yi threw the two jade tokens to the ground with his backhand. The unique patterns of Cang Ling Sect glowed coldly in the dark. They were the identity tokens that Yan Hong and Han Tao had deliberately dropped before.

Yan Hong gritted his teeth, suppressing his cries of fear and pain. Han Tao was equally desperate.

The identity token of Cang Ling Sect is made by Jin Dan Zhenren. The material is special and not easy to be destroyed. There is a micro magic circle on the token, which can record images of about ten breaths when it is triggered.

If the monk is killed instantly, the micro-array in the token will also be triggered, recording the scene within ten feet around the monk at the last moment before his death without blind spots.

The latter can cover the former. Even if the token is accidentally lost or taken away by someone, the sect's deacon hall has a way to make a replica and read the image in it using secret methods.

This entire set of formations is used by the nine major sects in Beixuan in order to better protect their disciples.

But even so, the token has its inevitable loopholes, and it is no secret among the casual cultivators who often kill and rob.

Just now outside, when Jiang Yi rushed towards Yan Hong and Han Tao, the two of them triggered the formation on the token and deliberately threw the token outside, trying to threaten Jiang Yi and seek a chance of survival.

"Go on, tell me!"

Han Tao's Adam's apple rolled and cold sweat soaked his back, "The mountain behind the northwest mine... suppresses the fire spirit transformed from the spiritual fire of all beasts! That originally belonged to my Han family's ancestors!" Jiang Yi took a deep breath. The useful information she got calmed her anger a little.

"go on."

Han Tao's voice trembled as he explained the whole story concisely.

Three hundred years ago, the Han family had a cultivator in the late Jindan stage. In order to cultivate a ground-level fire demon spirit, the ancestor of the Han family left the family residence, and then died inexplicably and disappeared without a trace.

The Han family fell into decline. After three generations of hard work, their descendants finally found out that their ancestor died near the Hanpo Valley in Tiebei Mountain, and what he wanted to cultivate at that time was a fire spirit that gathered the fire of all beasts.

This requires one hundred different kinds of fire-type demon spirits. After forming a golden elixir, the elixir fire is melted into one to form a fire essence. By combining the strengths of hundreds of schools, it can reach the earth level when it is born.

It has the ability to scare away all beasts, burn mountains and boil seas.

Demon Master Xuanhui is now only a Xuan-level Lan demon, stuck at the peak of the Golden Core stage and unable to break through.

Moreover, fire spirits, which are completely bred by fire, can not only be raised as special demon spirits, but can also be forged into magic weapons, allowing the magic weapons to be promoted to spiritual weapons, or even melted into the golden elixir of cultivators, allowing the cultivators to master a kind of spiritual fire supernatural power.

The ancestor of the Han family succeeded in refining the elixir, but died. He and his beast spirit, the Fire Essence, were killed and sealed deep in Tiebei Mountain.

Now, Han Tao is the only cultivator left in the Han family. He takes the notes left by the ancestors of the Han family to find the location of the seal, figure out the key to breaking the seal, and destroy the main and secondary array centers at the same time.

The main array's focus is deep in the ice cracks in the mountain behind the mine, and the secondary array's focus is in Hanpo Valley.

The earthquake and avalanche just now were caused by the destruction of the secondary formation eye, which allowed the beast spirit and fire essence to break through the seal.

The Qingying Sword slowly pierced through the shoulder blade of Yan Hong who was struggling to get up. Yan Hong cried out in pain. The green light of the Rejuvenation Technique flowed between Jiang Yi's fingers, keeping Yan Hong alive.

"Go on."

Yan Hong's screams made Han Tao tremble like a sieve, fearing that such torture would be inflicted on him.

"In my storage bag, I have a spare demon-control ring left by my ancestors. It was specially refined for taming the beast spirit fire spirit. Although it is not completely refined, the beast spirit fire spirit has been sealed and suppressed for over three hundred years. I'm afraid it is only at the foundation-building stage now. The success rate of taming it is still very high."

"If you just let me go, I can give you the cultivation notes left by my ancestors. I've hidden this thing in the sect. Without me, you won't be able to find it. It records everything about the Beast Spirit Fire Essence, as well as the method for advancement. According to my ancestors' speculation, if you can cultivate the Hundred Beasts Fire, you can cultivate the Thousand Beasts Fire and the Ten Thousand Beasts Fire, making it the only heavenly-level demon spirit in Beixuan."

Jiang Yi didn't respond to him. The moment of silence scared Han Tao, and he cried and swore.

"Everything I said is true. If you let me go, I will tell you the location of the notes immediately, leave the Cang Ling Sect, and never seek revenge. I wouldn't dare lie to you even if you had a hundred guts!"

"Who is sealing and suppressing the beast spirit fire essence?"

Han Tao lay on the ground and shook his head vigorously. "I don't know. It might be an enemy of my ancestor. Anyway, there is indeed a corpse of a Jindan cultivator in the Lord's Seal. Three hundred years ago, there were no Bone-Breaking Winds or Little Snow Demons in the Cedar Forest and Frost Soul Valley, and the cold air was not as strong as it is now."

"It must be the formation that suppresses the beast spirits and fire spirits. Or maybe the deceased Jindan cultivator left behind some powerful ice-type demon spirit to suppress the power of the beast spirits and fire spirits. That thing can control nearby demonic beasts and prevent others from approaching the sealed location. Those snow macaques were controlled by that thing before."

"Is there anything else you want to explain?"

Han Tao bit his lip and continued, "We previously blew up the ice crack leading to the main seal. There are... five Qi training disciples from the same sect underneath. It was Yan Hong who did it. He insisted on doing it!"

Jiang Yi chuckled and shook her head, her eyes becoming increasingly cold. She made a hand seal with both hands and healed Han Tao's hand and foot injuries in the blink of an eye. A short knife fell into his hand with a clang.

"kill him."

Jiang Yi retreated ten feet away, his black hair moving without wind, his face expressionless.

"You're using the blood of a fellow disciple you don't care about at all to exchange for your own life. This deal is a bargain for you!"

The shadow of a golden silkworm flickered above their heads. Han Tao stared at Yan Hong, who was twitching on the ground, and the identity token of a Cang Ling Sect disciple beside him. He clenched his teeth, and the veins on his hand holding the knife bulged...

　Today I will add another chapter for everyone, pull it up and read it, and find that many people have started raising it recently~
　　I can only add this once this month because I am still within the recommended word limit. Although I don't care much about the current recommendation, I think more words are needed to improve the results, but I still have to listen to the editor's suggestions.

　　This extra chapter is a thank you for everyone's rewards and monthly tickets last month. I will start paying back the extra chapters to the alliance leaders next month.

　　See you tomorrow~
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