On the second day, Ning Yi had good luck. He had refined the Qi of the Six Paths of Primary Yang throughout the morning, and his 'Destroying Evil Eyes' had taken another step forward.
In the battle with the demon fox, the effect of the Evil-Destroying Dharma was not fully revealed. This was because Ning Yi's cultivation was still short and the power was not great.
If one could condense the Qi of a thousand primordial yangs, that blow would be able to penetrate the center of the demon fox's eyebrows.
In addition, the evil-breaking divine light restrains illusions and soul bodies, and physical defense breaking is not its strength.
In the afternoon, Sangzi came to the obstetrics hospital. Ning Yi took out the elixir and asked her to identify it.
"Hey, is this the magic elixir?"
Sang Zi took the elixir and inspected it for a moment, then called out the elixir's true name and explained: "This elixir is unique to the Fox Clan. It has the effect of condensing and strengthening the soul, so it is very valuable."
"That's true."
Ning Yi felt happy and asked hurriedly: "How does it compare with the Yin Gui Sect's soul nourishing pill?"
"It's a little better."
Sang Zi thought for a moment and said, "It is said that this medicine comes from the secret biography of the Fox Fairy. It is very rare in the Tang Dynasty. How did you get it?"
"Picked it up."
Ning Yi took the Huan Zhen Pill and answered casually.
It was indeed picked up, and it was picked up from a corpse.
This reason obviously did not convince Sang Zi. His small nose wrinkled slightly, he snorted slightly, and stopped asking further.
The two talked for a while, spending most of the time talking in Sangzi.
During this time, she was obsessed with studying microorganisms. Every time she gained something, she would share it with Ning Yi and chatter non-stop.
"Not bad, it seems you are about to develop an anti-inflammatory drug."
Ning Yi nodded happily. If an anti-inflammatory drug similar to penicillin or even more powerful came out, it would be a world-changing thing for the entire Tang Dynasty.
Although the immortal elixir is powerful, it is too rare and rare for ordinary people to enjoy it.
"Sangzi doesn't dare to monopolize it. You also have a share of credit in it."
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After sending Sang Zi away, Ning Yi closed the practice room, put down the formation, took out the Huan Zhen Pill and drank it.
The power of the medicine is dissolved in the true essence, and wisps of it flow towards the soul.
Proficiency 2
Proficiency 3
Proficiency 5
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With the help of the Huan Zhen Dan, the power of the soul has grown rapidly, and the speed of training of the soul sword is finally running wild.
One day later, the elixir was exhausted.
In Ning Yi's mud palace, there is a small sword that is almost solid, and wisps of sharp energy flow out from it, suppressing the world of the soul.
"It's the third floor."
Opening her eyes, Ning Yi showed a satisfied look on her face.
A magic pill increased the power of his soul several times. At this time, the power of Ning Yi's soul was no worse than that of ordinary monks in the building stage.
The power of the Soul Sword has initially appeared.
If you encounter an enemy in the foundation-building realm, this is Ning Yi's killer move.
"If you can exchange for three soul-nourishing pills, you can cultivate the Soul Sword Hidden to the fifth level."
There was a hint of expectation in Ning Yi's eyes. The Soul Sword Hidden on the fifth level was enough to threaten or even kill the monks at the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm.
If you can cultivate to the ninth level, you will be able to avoid the bad luck of the golden elixir realm.
However, the further the Soul Sword is hidden, the more Divine Soul power is needed. If you want to cultivate to the ninth level, you can't even think about it without thirty soul-nurturing pills.
"The Fox Clan, I don't know how many of them have sneaked into Chang'an City, I hope they are enough for me to kill."
Ning Yi blinked with murderous intent, had his first experience, and with the help of the Moon Mirage Pearl. When he met the Fox Clan, Ning Yi would definitely not be as embarrassed as last time.
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After leaving the maternity hospital, Ning Yi rode a donkey and went straight to the Chang'an branch of the Yin Gui Sect.
On the way, Ning Yi saw that the number of people fleeing the famine had increased significantly.
Some remote streets were lined with refugees.
The war in Yunzhou broke out and tens of millions of people lost their homes. The smell of war was finally brought into Chang'an City by the refugees.
Ning Yi sighed and exchanged some silver. When he met someone with a young son, he would quietly stuff a few taels of silver into the money.
"I don't know how the mother is doing."
Half an hour later, Ning Yi arrived at a memorial hall located in the east of the city.
A white sail hangs in front of the funeral hall, with the words "calling spirits, exorcising ghosts, and funerals" written in reddish-brown fonts. This decoration exudes a gloomy atmosphere, and pedestrians are trotting past it.
In front of the door, an old slave was holding a cane and basking in the sun. When he saw Ning Yi coming to the door, he didn't even raise his eyelids. Ning Yi shook his head speechlessly and walked into the shop.
There are two rows of coffins in the spacious lobby, old and new.
The draft blew through the hall, making a whining sound.
Ning Yi couldn't help but shudder, and looked around. Just as he was about to open his mouth to shout, he saw a coffin next to him opened with a bang, and a figure floated out of it.
"Fuck."
Ning Yi took two steps back, his pupils shrank, and he cursed: "I'm scared to death, you are a ghost."
"Your Majesty, you have good eyesight. I am indeed a ghost."
In order to be more convincing, he also jumped three feet above the ground, suspended on the ground, and looked at Ning Yi happily.
Ning Yi's heart was beating hard and his true energy was surging. He had to endure it before taking action to eliminate the ghost.
Well, I am a monk, how can I be afraid of ghosts?
Hold it, hold it!
It took a long time for Ning Yi to get used to the fact that he saw a ghost. He forced a stiff smile on his face and said, "Your store's service is really unique. You are not afraid of scaring away customers."
"Haha, the guest officer is joking."
The ghost guy smiled and said, "Excuse me, sir, were you scared away?"
Ning Yi groaned and was speechless for a long time.
The Yin Gui Sect operates like this, obviously not prepared to welcome guests normally. Most of the people who can come here and are not afraid of ghosts are monks.
This coquettish operation is equivalent to selecting guests in disguise.
"The big sect is not short of money and has really high demands on customers."
Ning Yi complained, coughed to cover up his embarrassment, and said, "I came to see Qi Ying and made an appointment with her."
"It's easy to find Master Ying."
The ghost guy nodded and asked, "Excuse me, what's your last name?"
"Ning Yi."
"Hold on."
The ghost boy's eyes suddenly became dull. After half a minute, he returned to normal and said with a smile: "The master is meeting friends. Please wait for a moment. She will rush back soon."
"You can contact her."
Ning Yi was amazed when he saw it. Datang did not have mobile phones.
The magical instruments used for communication mostly exist in sets and are extremely expensive. Generally, only military sects can afford them.
This is the first time I have seen something similar to the ghost in front of me.
"sure."
This is a talkative ghost, "Our Yin sect's ghosts have profound knowledge and can communicate with each other even though they are thousands of miles away, not to mention the ghosts and ghosts within the same city."
"Mother-in-law ghost?"
Ning Yi immediately lost interest. Just listening to the name, he knew that this method of delivering news had many limitations and was a bit useless.
One person and one ghost chatted for a while. Most of them said that Ning Yi was asking and the ghost guy was talking.
The first time he met a living ghost, Ning Yi had a hundred thousand reasons in his heart.
For example, what does it feel like to be a ghost? Do you know that you are a ghost? Are ghosts afraid of people? What ideals do ghosts have in life?
Finally, Qi Ying came back.
The ghost guy swooped into the coffin and ran very fast.
Ning Yi smiled coquettishly, that's all, I haven't finished asking yet.