"A waste of natural resources."

Bai Yixuan muttered.

An elixir of Tian Yuan Dan's quality must be at least in the Yuan Dan realm in order to exert most of its effects.

If you take it in the realm of Zhenxuan, at least half of the efficacy of the medicine will be wasted.

However, he was currently angry with Si Xueyi and was too lazy to say anything more to him, instead focusing on the scroll.

Take a look at the painting, then look at the snowy lake in front of you and the mountainous mountains, and nod your head from time to time.

Si Xueyi, who was cross-legged and had her eyes closed, quietly opened one eye. Seeing him like this, the corners of her mouth curled up involuntarily.

Her already beautiful appearance, outlined by her smile, is like a pot of intoxicating wine.

"Are all the Dragon King's disciples so cute?"

Si Xueyi smiled, muttered and ignored it.

After he crossed the thousand-layer ladder, he felt that his cultivation level should be able to break through. He didn't want to wrong himself at the moment, so he took out the Tianyuan Pill and used it directly.

With the activation of the Dragon Prison Holy Elephant Art, the Tianyuan Pill was quickly refined.

Wow!

In Zifu, a swamp, it immediately began to rain heavily, and the seedlings of the Sand of Samsara were greedily devoured.

In just half an hour, most of the Tianyuan Pill was refined.

boom!

Si Xueyi's cultivation level also moved from the realm of true essence to the realm of true spirit.

There are three major realms of Zhenxuan Realm: True Yuan, True Spirit and True Soul.

Si Xueyi's current cultivation speed can be said to be astonishing, a speed rarely seen throughout the ages.

Wow!

He seizes the creation of heaven and earth, swallows the mysteries of the sun and moon, and controls the reincarnation of all things.

The Dragon Prison Holy Elephant Technique is activating a great Zhoutian, squeezing out every drop of the remaining medicinal effect of the Blood Flame Pill on the limbs and bones.

When he opened his eyes, his eyes were filled with light, and his cultivation had reached the level of true spiritual realm.

Bai Yixuan noticed something strange, held the scroll and looked over, shocked: "How... is this possible?"

The efficacy of the Tianyuan Pill was completely refined by Si Xueyi, and not a single bit was wasted.

He was shocked!

"Have you refined all the Tianyuan Pills?"

"What is the problem?"

"With your current level of cultivation, it's impossible. Even if you can refine them all, your body won't be able to bear it."

Bai Yixuan could not hide his shock.

It's like a hip flask filled with wine. The jug should have burst long ago.

Bai Yixuan ignored Si Xueyi, thought about it for a while, and said with a look of surprise on his face: "I almost forgot, you are practicing the Dragon Prison Holy Elephant Technique. It is indeed a technique created by the master. It cannot be judged by common sense."

"A dignified swordsman only has this little knowledge."

Si Xueyi looked at it with disgust, snatched the scroll away, and said, "I'm going to break through."

Bai Yixuan was not angry and said: "Compared with Master, my knowledge is insignificant."

He reminded: "This level is called the flower blooming in the dream. All living beings in front of it will die. In the past three thousand years, two or three people have passed it, but no one can pass this level."

Si Xueyi said calmly: "This level was not prepared for them in the first place. For me, this level is much easier than the previous level."

Bai Yixuan said: "It is true that a warrior must have edge, but edge is not just a boast."

Si Xueyi smiled casually and said: "I never talk big words. For this level, just one song is enough."

Whoosh!

He jumped on the bow of the boat on the shore and came to the guqin.

The body of the piano is made of sycamore wood, which is simple and exquisite. The strings are smelted from the sinews of dragons, and the interior of the body is imprinted with complex spiritual patterns.

This is not just a musical instrument, it is a rare spiritual treasure that requires spiritual power to operate.

In the past three years, the disciples of Canglan Academy only knew that Si Xueyi's cultivation was still unable to break through the innateness, and he was a waste among wastes.

But he didn't know that his spiritual power had never reached a bottleneck, and he didn't know that his musical talent was also unique.

The moment Si Xueyi's fingers touched the strings, his white clothes moved automatically without wind, his long hair danced lightly, and he spread out with majestic momentum.

"Great Mysterious Master!"

Bai Yixuan let out a soft cry, with a look of astonishment in his eyes.

Monks who practice spiritual power are called mystical masters.

Mysterious Masters are divided into nine levels, and above the ninth level is the Great Mystic Master. In terms of combat power alone, the Great Mystic Master is no less than Master Yuandan.

What is the origin of this Si Xueyi!

The moment Si Xueyi sat down on the bow of the boat, on the top of the rolling snow-capped mountains at the end of the lake, a man in white clothes closed his eyes and played a flute.

The melodious and sweet sound of the flute soon reached Si Xueyi's ears.

"come yet?"

Si Xueyi's lips curled up into a smile, her eyes sharpened, and she began to fiddle with it quickly with her fingers.

The moment the piano sounded, a lone boat flew up in the lake like a sword.

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

The sound of the piano collided with the sound of the flute, shattering all the snowflakes in the sky, and not a single one fell on Si Xueyi.

"It's that poem..."

Bai Yixuan was listening to the sound of the piano on the shore and suddenly felt it was so wonderful. His eyes sparkled and he said: "A sword crosses the river and the ocean, boundless wind and snow. All over the world, there is chaos and light. If you don't row a boat and shake guests, even if you don't drink,

, and arrogant."

"Everything in the world is impermanent. Can this feeling be explained? Speaking of the next life, I will not know leisure and sorrow. And with the passing water of the east wind, I and you can drink together."

The artistic conception implied in the sound of the piano perfectly fits this poem, and it also perfectly blocks all the flute sounds.

Bai Yixuan's eyes showed admiration, and he stared at the boat going away and said: "It turns out that he has discovered it a long time ago."

Suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Bai Yixuan, who closed his eyes and was immersed in Mr. Qu's artistic conception, suddenly opened his eyes, then opened his arms and jumped into the air.

It landed on the bow opposite Si Xueyi, so he sat down, looked at Si Xueyi who was letting the snowflakes fall, and said, "Why don't you play?"

Si Xueyi smiled and said: "I won't play anymore. I don't like dreams, so why bother creating such a big dream? Let it go."

Bai Yixuan was a little anxious and said quickly, "This snowflake is a good dream. How many people are immersed in endless beautiful dreams and lose themselves."

Si Xueyi smiled, stood up, and caught a snowflake casually.

A dreamlike life appeared in the snowflakes, but Si Xueyi did not hesitate to crush it directly and said lightly: "If you are like me and have had nightmares for nine hundred years, no matter how beautiful the dream is, you will not feel the slightest bit.

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Bai Yixuan was stunned for a moment, not knowing what he meant. He changed the subject and said, "But the sound of the flute is still there. Isn't it a bit disrespectful? After all, he is the gatekeeper of the last level."

Si Xueyi stretched out his legs and leaned against the dock casually, and said angrily: "If he likes to blow, let him blow, and blow him to death!"

Bai Yixuan was annoyed. After a while, he looked at the snow-capped mountains getting closer and closer, and a sad emotion surged into his heart.

In the past nine hundred years, he has met countless geniuses, but no one is as special as Si Xueyi.

This farewell will never be seen again.

I have a trace of my remaining soul, what do I want to do with this?

Bai Yixuan smiled helplessly. He looked at Si Xueyi. At the moment, the other person was bored. He was neither nervous nor excited about reaching the last level.

When Bai Yixuan saw this, he couldn't bear to say: "It's the last level soon. You're neither happy nor sad, as if you have something on your mind. In fact, you can talk to me."

Seeing that Si Xueyi didn't respond, Bai Yixuan laughed at himself: "You don't seem to like me very much. Maybe there is some misunderstanding..."

He no longer addressed me as this saint, but deep down in his heart, he had already recognized Si Xueyi.

Si Xueyi interrupted him and said with a smile: "It's not a misunderstanding or a seeming, I really don't like you."

Seeing him being so rude, Bai Yixuan looked slightly embarrassed and said, "Why?"

Si Xueyi stared at him and said, "Because you are wearing white clothes."

Bai Yixuan laughed dumbly: "This makes no sense."

Si Xueyi, who was bored, suddenly became energetic and said with a smile: "Why doesn't it make sense? For things like matching clothes, I must hope that others are ugly to be happy. You are so good-looking, how can I like you?"

"ah?"
To be continued...