Chapter 95

"Ah" a scream of pain reverberated in the treasure box space for a long time.

"It's too fast. What's the matter?" Now the speed of chaos biting heaven is unprecedented, shuttling back and forth in a meridian.

Suddenly, the high-speed running Qi seems to find a breakthrough and rush straight to the top of his head. Han Xuan is so scared that he quickly holds back the pain and mobilizes chaos Qi to resist. He's joking. If he lets this Qi rush to his mind, Han Xuan's life will be here.

"Pa pa"

The barrier formed is like paper paste, easily penetrated by the genuine Qi.

"Puyi"

"My life is over." blood flows down the corner of his mouth. Han Xuan looks up and roars.

At dusk, he looks down and waits for the arrival of death. One, two, and ten breath have passed. Han Xuan doesn't feel any discomfort.

"What's the matter?" Just came up with this idea, a fiery red light flew out of the top of my head, straight into the sky.

Han Xuan stares at the red light rising from the sky. After a while, the divine sense can't feel where it is.

"It's strange. I've controlled all the space in this treasure box. Normally, I should feel the red light, but now it's not at all. It's strange, it's strange." Calm down, Han Xuan ponders carefully and mumbles to himself.

But after half a cup of tea, the fiery red light appeared again in his divine sense.

"Ah, it's hot." Han Xuan exclaimed, "what did the red light bring back, even the divine sense can burn."

"Whoosh"

The red light fell into the sea of fire in front of him, just like adding fuel to the fire. The flame rubbed against the fire, and the sky star fragments above were burned by the fire, and the volume instantly shrunk.

"The sun is really hot" broke the silence.

"I see. No wonder the weapon refining skill of chaos biting heaven can only be used once. The reason lies in the real fire of the sun." He has been in the world of killing immortals for five years. He has never heard of any skill that can bring the true fire of the sun to his side. But now he has done it.

"If I can take away the true fire of the sun, then." Han Xuan began to daydream. His current cultivation, now afraid to touch a little Mars, will become a pile of ashes.

"What are you thinking? The most urgent thing now is to control the flame quickly and burn the stars." Han Xuan slaps his head hard and corrects his mind. The chaotic Qi in his body sends out and controls the size of the flame.

Time passes quietly, Han Xuan is silent in the pleasure of refining.

One day, two days, half a month, one month later

"Ha ha, yes." On the ground, Han Xuanmeng opens his eyes and looks at the black liquid that has become the size of a basketball.

"I didn't expect that such a big meteorite, after refining out, only so little can be used."

"But then again, the clearer the impurities are, the cleaner they will be removed. The real fire of the sun is not a false name."

"A day off is the most important part of refining magic weapon. Adjust your state." With that, Han Xuan fell back on the ground and fell asleep.

During Han Xuan's sleep, the flame is still burning black liquid, and black smoke rises in the sky

"Ah, it's so comfortable."

One day later, Han Xuanyou woke up.

"Now, let's go." Looking at the liquid which has become smaller again, murmur.