Chapter three hundred and eighty fifth thick fog surging
Change the alchemy technique!
Combining elixirs!
Inject alchemy!
Jiang Feng looked at the piece of paper in front of him that he took out from the "Book of Explanation of Reasons and Meanings" and thought about the real significance of these three methods of improving the quality of the golden elixir to him.
Wan Xuanwei didn't stay long. He just said hello in a hurry and after a few polite words, he handed the Taoist scriptures from Pu Tiexin to Jiang Feng, and then left in a hurry. The "Thousand Illusions" will open tomorrow.
The people of Beijianmen, who arrived quite late, probably need to make some preparations overnight. Therefore, after Jiang Feng thanked the other party, he did not leave the other party to chat, and Wan Xuanwei had no intention of doing so.
Jiang Feng naturally knew that this Taoist scripture did not come from Pu Tiexin, but from Yan Shujia. From Juanxiu's handwriting and a heart-shaped pattern secretly appearing in the corner, it was easy to know the origin of this note. What's more, Pu Tiexin did not
He didn't know that he had been promoted to the prefectural level, or, even if he learned from the leader Wan Feiran, he probably didn't know that he had reached the first level of elixir, and naturally he would not help find a way to improve his elixir.
Have a heart.
Warmth surged in his heart, and thoughts flew around, as if he was about to fly through thousands of obstacles, all the way to Qi State. Then he thought that his erysipelas problem had not been solved yet, and if his cultivation level had not been greatly improved, it would be difficult for him to survive in Yan Shujia.
He felt that his master Qi Zhengfeng was getting some benefits, and his heart suddenly became cold.
This old man with imbalanced yin and yang!
With the corner of his lips twitching, Jiang Feng finally stopped his endless thoughts and turned to think about the feasibility of these three methods. Judging from the detailed description provided by Yan Shujia, the main material required for the first two is golden elixir, and
The elixir level is lower than mine, or at least the same as mine. It has to be said that this condition is a bit harsh. Even fan Xihai, a casual cultivator who borrowed elixirs from him, has condensed more than one level of golden elixir. If he wants to find a colleague with such a poor elixir level, he still has to
It requires searching from many sources, and more importantly, it requires a suitable opportunity. Jiang Feng thinks that he is not the kind of person who kills innocent people indiscriminately in order to improve his cultivation. This is not in line with his own heart, even if he despises Fan Xihai
, he just likes to do things to deceive teammates, break promises, or do lewd things, and his nature is not to kill indiscriminately.
So only the third type remains.
The third method, "Elixir Injection Technique", requires the assistance of several kinds of elixirs, which are not rare types. Jiang Feng can make two copies on hand because of previous purchases. It is just the key main material, which is a weapon that is pregnant with spirit.
Magic weapon, and this main material will be consumed.
Is it possible to turn "Xiao Luo" into a stepping stone for the road ahead?
The only weapon spirit Jiang Feng has in his hands is Xiao Luo, who was born from the "Silver Spirit Dagger". The ability of this weapon spirit is quite helpful to him. It also helped him deal with the beginning and end of Bai Ruoxi's entanglement in Zhenwu City. Even if it is not
In this way, it would be somewhat reluctant to suddenly sacrifice the weapon spirit that I personally cultivated.
Of course, the artifact spirits in the ancient treasure Eternity Tower are also considered part of it. However, on the one hand, Jiang Feng has difficulty communicating with them. On the other hand, it is estimated that this method will not be effective for them. After all, the Eternity Tower is the gateway to the sky.
The weapon spirit bred in it is not of ordinary grade. Once something is done to endanger its existence, the ancient treasure will most likely abandon its owner midway, causing considerable or even fatal harm to itself.
One is unwilling, the other is afraid to think about it.
However, after evaluation and weighing, Jiang Feng felt that the "Alchemy Injection Technique" was still the most feasible and the closest to realization among the three methods. After all, finding a weapon spirit that had no feelings for him was more valuable than a low-grade gold.
Pills are much easier. As long as you have enough spiritual stones, it shouldn't be difficult to buy. But for golden pills, you can't say, "Fellow Taoist, I'll give you the spiritual stones. Can you give me the golden pills?"
Of course, as an indispensable part of the "alchemy injection technique", the golden elixir monks who act as "introducers" are also essential to assist in warming and nourishing. However, when it comes to skin-to-skin contact and unity of mind, Yan Shujia must be the only one willing to help.
Looking at the extra multiple circles on the note, Jiang Feng knew that Yan Shujia was reminding him in disguise not to think about things he shouldn't think. Who can do this must have some idea in his heart.
Are you kidding? Am I, Jiang Feng, such a person with no self-control?
He immediately felt a strange throbbing in his body, but it was the strange movement of the ancient treasure Tower of Eternity, and he felt even more heroic in his heart. Why, you don't believe me either?
Hum!
Since there was such an uncontrollable change, Jiang Feng quickly took out the "Charming Heart Magic Crystal" and pressed it under his tongue again. When Wan Xuanwei came to visit just now, he was distracted and ignored it, but he expected Wan Xuan
Wei is not a person with extraordinary qualifications and extraordinary magical powers, so he feels a lot calmer in his heart. However, at this grand gathering, monks from all over the world gathered here, and there are probably some psychic people who can see some clues and extraordinary things about themselves before entering the illusion.
It's better to be careful in everything, not to mention the ancient treasure Tower of Eternity, which is not considered loyal.
What responded to him was another wave of throbbing, which made Jiang Feng suddenly feel that his meridians were a little stagnant. The ancient treasure connected with his mind, so he did not dare to think more, let his mind go, and immediately went up to the second floor.
The bizarre dream and the news brought by Wan Xuanwei completely shattered the sleepiness. It was better to take advantage of the mist-like spiritual energy flowing out before the secret realm was opened to practice some practice.
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"This mist is enough."
In the deserted ditch thirty miles northeast of the city, twenty carriages are waiting here. One of the gray-robed monks is considered the leader here. He is a junior Xuan-level cultivator who has been waiting near the deserted ditch.
He observed on the hillside until he noticed that the fog was getting thicker. Then he turned around and explained to his three subordinates who had been staying very close:
"Let's go into the mountains!"
"Yes! Senior Song!"
The three of them agreed in unison, and one of the one-eyed black-robed monks ran down the hillside in a few steps and conveyed the order in a few words. Then the several horned carriages nestled here moved forward again. For a moment, there was some confusion.
.
"Tighten the wildebeest! Don't make any noise!" the one-eyed black-robed monk ordered in a low voice.
The coachmen shouted cautiously, not daring to push their wildebeests too hard. At this time, the four hooves of these wildebeests had already been tightly wrapped with layers of linen, and the sound was not loud when running, but
The closer we are to Huoyun Ridge, the more rugged the mountain road becomes, so these methods are not so easy to use.
Zhou Xing gradually woke up in the turbulence. In order to avoid being spied by the monks who led the team, he secretly used the Turtle Breathing Technique to hide all his breath. If he hadn't been working as a sergeant in the Hanshan Sect for several years and had been responsible for investigating the patrol,
He would not waste a skill on his own arrogance. He had practiced this skill, and now it has come in handy.
It's just that he hasn't been sleeping all the time. He also saw clearly in the past several handovers. In addition to changing the person in charge, he also gathered a fleet from another road, bringing the entire fleet to 20.
A carriage. Based on the number of corpses on the carriage he was in, it was estimated that this convoy carried at least 500 corpses in total. The "Senior Song" who was leading the team at this time, through listening to the chatter of several coachmen, should be the last one.
A handover person means that he will reach the destination of the corpses around him.
So after walking for another half an hour, the mountain road became even steeper and more difficult to navigate, and the corner carriage was almost impossible to pass. The Xuan-level monk named Song ordered his men to stop everyone.
"Pay them and send them back."
"yes!"
It was still the one-eyed subordinate with spiritual level cultivation. He gathered many cart drivers in one place and was about to distribute the spiritual stones. The other two spiritual level monks behind him suddenly started to attack. They screamed for a while, but soon, finally,
An ordinary driver who tried to escape into the mountains was also easily killed by him.
◇Ling Ling "Throw them all onto the carriage, clean up the traces, and use the fresh ones as bait."
"yes!"
"The entrance to the cave is ahead. When the time comes, I will use the magic weapon to break the seal, and you can just throw the corpses in."
"As you command!"
"Senior Song, there are only three of us left now, and the things to come are going to be very difficult. Do you think it would be right for us three brothers to tell you what the benefits will be after this is accomplished?" The one-eyed monk plucked up the courage and asked,
His words made the other two companions freeze for a moment, but they immediately turned their gazes over, their eyes full of fire.
"Huh?" The Xuan-level monk surnamed Song shouted, seemingly unhappy.
"Senior, the three of us brothers are all casual cultivators. Because you were kind to us before, we are willing to trust you and help you do this secret thing. But now that there are no outsiders, why not tell the truth? I'll wait.
The three of you will be able to serve you from now on."
"Oh, you are worrying too much." The Xuan-level monk surnamed Song stood up. The one-eyed monk who was closest could not help but retreat quickly. Before he could take a defensive posture, the Xuan-level monk smiled again, "Don't worry, this time
After the matter is done, how about two third-level magic weapons for each person, and fifteen third-level magic weapons?"
What?
The gazes of the three people became more intense, but the one-eyed monk quickly responded, "Senior, could you please show it to us so that we can open our eyes?"
"Why, you don't believe me about this little thing?"
"Junior, I just want to see something." The one-eyed monk pretended to be embarrassed and was a little embarrassed, but he did not retreat. Even the other two spirit-level monks took two steps forward and surrounded him.
"Okay, let me show it to you and put your mind at ease!"
The Xuan-level monk fumbled for a Nai Ring from his waist. His hand was full of spiritual energy, and many spiritual stones fell like pearls. With a move of his right hand, he collected all the spiritual stones in his palm and spread them out in front of several people.
"Let's see if it's a third-level spiritual stone."
"Yes, it is indeed true." The one-eyed monk came closer and was about to take one to see, but the Xuan-level monk took hold of all the spiritual stones and put them away, "Don't worry, I, Song Mingqu, keep my word.
As long as things go smoothly, how about I increase the reward to twenty yuan?"
"How dare you refuse to die!" The other two spirit-level companions who had been silent all this time expressed their stance at the same time. One of them even grabbed the one-eyed monk, "Old Sun, don't worry, Senior Song is a man of his word."
"That's okay, that's okay." The one-eyed monk squeezed out a lot of smiles on his face, "Work, work!" He waved his hand, motioning for the two of them to go together, and then ran towards the collapsed coachmen. No one was there.
Unexpectedly, there was a hint of solemnity in his eyes. Just now, he had already felt the aura on the spirit stone.
There is no doubt that it is a third-level spirit stone, but there is an inexplicable death aura lingering in it. Although his cultivation is not high, he comes from a family of tomb robbers and wears a blindfold.
His one eye was caused by being injured by a strange mechanism in the tomb many years ago and could not be cured. In addition, he discovered that this monk surnamed Song seemed to be not simple. The first time he got a closer look, he noticed the man's high collar.
In the middle, there was a strange black line surrounding it. I don’t know what it was, but it also had the aura of death lingering around it.
Anyway, be careful.
I, Sun Dasheng, can't die here today. With thousands of thoughts rolling around in his heart, he crouched down and tried to grab a driver's body. However, from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a cold light appearing in the mountains and forests in the distance. When he looked again, he didn't see it.
traces.
When there was an outsider, Sun Dasheng immediately thought of it.
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At the same time, a group of monks in black came from the mountain forest four or five miles away. Counting Ye Mo who was walking in the middle of the group, there were a total of twelve of them.
"Hei Niu, it's time to put away your broken bronze mirror." One of them crouched in the knee-high grass and whispered, "The reflected moonlight can easily be spotted."
"I see, where is the moonlight? The fog is so thick. Not to mention that he is a Xuan-level talent. What are you afraid of? He will be swarmed at all." The foundation-building monk code-named "Black Bull" fired back disdainfully.
"Shh, don't ruin the president's important affairs."
Ye Mo whispered that he was already the vice-captain of this team. This was because he turned in the mysterious yellow note. Otherwise, with his accumulated merits, he would have to wait until he reached this position at least.
Only by building a high level of foundation.
"The vice-captain has spoken. You should all be careful, otherwise you will report it to the president and be careful of being punished." Another slightly shrill voice said from the darkness, which seemed to have a rather sour taste.
"Shut up, everyone." Another voice in the darkness stopped the man, revealing a slightly weathered face. It was the "Ghost Guy". He took a few steps forward and reached the vicinity of the "Black Cow". "Your fantasy
Have you found anything about the True Bronze Mirror?"
"The person taking the lead is not a living person."
"What?"
"At least it's not an ordinary demon race, nor a human race." The "Black Bull" said this with a trembling voice, "I know a bit about weapon refining, this guy seems to have been refined."
"Is there still such a thing?" The slightly high-pitched voice sounded again.
"In addition, there is a person hidden in the fifth carriage."
"It's also refining?" When asked about this, "Ghost Guy" himself felt a little awkward. He had never heard of such a thing. He had heard of refining weapons, whether they were high-level magic weapons or
It may be a commercial product, or it may be a magic weapon that can breed weapon spirits, but I have never heard that "people" can also be refined. "It can't be an intelligent weapon spirit, right?"
"No, unless you recognize that skin bag as a magic weapon. On the other hand, hiding in the carriage, he is a normal Xuan-level monk, but he is good at the turtle breath technique. At this level, the Xuan-level monk nearby
The high-level monk should be aware of it, but he doesn't seem to be good at this, so the things he refines must have their limitations."
"It's a rare thing."
"Ghost Guy" patted him on the shoulder, "Put away the bronze mirror, they are right." He turned around and whispered, "Let's retreat five miles, Xiaowan, take two people to guard here.
Now, once they make any move or leave, notify me as soon as possible. However, these people have nothing to do with our plan, so there is no need to spend too much time, and don't get too close."
"yes!"
Everyone responded in agreement, and then there was a soft rustling sound in the forest and grass. After a few breaths, only "Xiao Wan", "Black Cow" and "Fat Cat" were left.
The white mist gathered thicker and thicker, and the spiritual energy contained in it became richer and richer. However, the three of them did not dare to absorb any of it for fear of being exposed. Until the cold night wind blew by, the mist surged like waves, and the withered yellow
The grass and trees made intermittent whining sounds, and the "black cow" hiding in front couldn't help but move.
"Don't panic!"
"Ye Mo, you scared me to death." The "Black Bull" got excited and complained.
"Call me 'Xiaowan', you broke the rules."
"I know, the captain is not here!"
"Who said I wasn't here?"
Just to his left, a figure gradually appeared. It was the "ghost guy" hiding in a black robe. This robe has the effect of invisibility and masking the breath, but he does not often wear it. At this time
, his eyes were bright, staring at the thickening fog, seemingly thoughtful.
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This fog is so thick, it's as thick as white powder!
After meditating for a while, Jiang Feng stood up and found that a bright light suddenly appeared in the garden behind the guild hall. When he looked at it, it was hidden in the thick fog.
Who is there?
Jiang Feng became interested. The "Thousand Illusions" was about to open. There would be no fighting between the left and right. He went out and went straight to the back garden. He reached the light in a moment, only to find a woman with an upper body and a bundle of thick black braids.
The middle-aged man throwing it on his shoulder is closing his eyes and frantically absorbing the aura contained in the mist.
Is this still possible?
Aren’t you afraid that the spiritual energy will directly enter the body and damage the meridians? What a strange person!
"How would you like to ask my friend?"
Feeling the soft and powerful Xuan-level aura on the opponent's body, Jiang Feng couldn't help but ask.