Mountain rock caves, green smoke curling up. On top of the ancient pill furnace, green and rusty centipedes slowly squirmed. The bitter medicinal aroma is intertwined with the faint smell of blood. It forms a mysterious and mysterious flavor. It doesn’t smell good anyway. Looking at the elixir in his hand, Xia Ming frowned. "what happened?" "The elixir pattern on this elixir turned into blood color?" "I use my own blood to condense the monk's elixir. Is this a side effect?" "The elixir is scarlet, and there's something wrong with the elixir you refined?"
"Can this... still be edible?" "Why don't you give me something to eat?" As his thoughts floated around, Xia Ming felt a painful twitch in his soul. That shot from the Bone Dao True Demon was really terrifying. The thought of killing the immortal was far beyond what Xia Ming could bear. The impact of the true demon's obsession continued to disintegrate Xia Ming's soul. As the pain in his soul continued to accumulate and intensify, Xia Ming had no time to hesitate. The heart is horizontal, the eyes are closed, tons, tons, tons. After the elixir entered his throat, its effect evaporated, and Xia Ming suddenly felt relieved. Not only was the soul relieved, but the qi and blood in the body were also a little more active. "I don't know... what will happen if others take this elixir..." "Try it when you have time, wait for the right person!" "Quack quack!" While laughing strangely, Xia Ming quickly put away the elixir. Just when Xia Ming was refining elixirs to replenish his soul, his two little donkeys also brought good news. Taitun and Hongluo are real demons, and their obsession with real demons is coupled with the blessing of Xia Ming's energy and blood. I also got corrections from the Soul Dao... The strength of these two demons should not be underestimated. Or rather, by chance.
Relying on his own creation energy and blood, Xia Ming refined two extremely special beings. …… After receiving Taitun's message, Xia Ming used the Immortal Anchor Sword to once again tear open a rift in the Immortal Suppressing Land. The moment the crack opened, the two demons rushed directly to Xia Ming in the dark magic mist. The two demons looked very excited, compared to the darkness of their grinding career. Traveling for business is simply a pleasure!
Apart from enjoying it, the two demons were also very happy with their own changes. Being the demon of this Soul Refining Flag... seems to be more enjoyable than being a real demon in the flesh!
Gaga cool!
Without giving the two demons a chance to speak, Xia Ming directly put them into the soul refining banner. The moment he held the Bone Soul Refining Flag tightly, Xia Ming immediately understood. Hong Luo swallowed a hundred remnant souls, while Tai Tun only swallowed eighty. Without exception, they all swallowed souls that were hundreds of years old. It is recorded in "Notes of Soul Taoists" that there are high and low levels of soul. Soul is like fine wine, the older it gets, the more mellow it becomes. Therefore, from high to low, it can be roughly divided into the following levels. Ten-year soul, hundred-year soul, thousand-year soul, ten-thousand-year soul... Ten-year souls and hundred-year souls are very common. They are the main resources for the Soul Refining Avenue. Thousand-year soul... If you do some careful calculation, it can be a delicious meal. As for the ten thousand year soul... If you encounter him, run away quickly. If he doesn't eat you, you will be the only one alive. Taoist Soul also specially added a stroke at the end. All immortals are souls of the great world. The great world is turbid, and a glance lasts for thousands of years. …… Xia Ming held the bone soul refining flag in his hand tightly, his thoughts wandering. He squeezed out all the century-old souls in Taitun and Hongluo's belly. And the two demons were ruthlessly thrown into the middle Dantian by him. If the donkey forgets that he is a donkey.
That would be terrible. What will happen if workers strike?
It’s unimaginable!
…… Feeling the warmth coming from his palm, a strange association suddenly arose in Xia Ming's heart. Taitun and Hongluo are two cormorants, and the souls in their bellies are fish. The Soul Refining Flag is the small boat float where the cormorants live. As for him, Xia Ming. Of course it was the fisherman who was holding the boat. Without thinking much, Xia Ming directly refined his soul for fifty. Fifty wisps of a century-old soul directly healed Xia Ming's hidden soul injury. Not only was the hidden injury to his soul healed, Xia Ming's soul strength seemed to have reached a new level. As if by mistake, Xia Ming took out the Infinite Ruler again. "Immortal ruler...measurable everything?" "Is it really what I imagined?" With his thoughts clear, Xia Ming cut his palm, and then tightly clenched the measureless ruler in his hand. When the blood was soaked in it, Xia Ming's eyes flashed with a fiery light. The eyes converge, and the infinite ruler changes again. On the basis of the original small tripod symbol, the scale of the Infinite Ruler has actually become a little denser. The power of the soul was infused into it, and in Xia Ming's shocked eyes, he saw a series of eye-catching messages. ——[Shenhun Wuding Divine Realm, 300? 】 Um?
Something is wrong!
Does this three hundred refer to the year?
Three hundred years of soul? The same goes for benchmarking the God of Transformation. But why is there an extra question mark at the end?
what does it mean? While Xia Ming was thinking, the thought of the Remnant Immortal not far away appeared again. His expression darkened, and Xia Ming came forward directly. The moment he sacrificed the Immortal Blood Anchor Sword, Immortal Yuanfeng raised a smile on his lips. [Little fellow Taoist! How is the destiny being carried? 】 [The trend of bone burial is getting more and more serious, and we don’t have much time! 】 us? What do those who ride horses call us?
Xia Ming was furious when he heard the word "we". Xia Ming will never forget that Zhao Liuche was talking about us back then!
Horsey!
Old Dengxi also wants to harm me? ! As his eyes turned cold, Xia Ming continued. "Brother Taoist, are you in a hurry?" "Why do I feel that Brother Dao is more anxious than me?" The great whirlpool remained unchanged at all, Immortal Yuanfeng said with emotion. [Immortals are humans too! 】 [Little Taoist friend...the wanderer misses his hometown...] [I have been away from home for many years, and my little Taoist friend is the beacon for me to return home. 】 He looked deeply at the old crippled immortal in front of him. A lonely look suddenly flashed in Xia Ming's eyes. "Ugh……" "I'm afraid I will disappoint my fellow Taoist." "Your destiny...I cannot bear it..." Hearing this, the whirlpool in Yuanfeng's eyes suddenly stagnated. 【Um? Fellow Taoist, what do you mean by this? 】 "To be honest, Brother Dao, I have already sacrificed too much for reincarnation and restoration." "Now the strength of my soul can no longer carry the destiny..." "Even if my fellow Taoist's destiny is not at its peak, I can't afford it..." "I have a way to strengthen my soul, but I don't have a way to temper it..." As soon as Xia Ming said these words, a hint of coldness flashed through Yuan Feng's eyes. However... in that instant, the coldness dissipated, replaced by a trace of calmness. 【Don’t panic, little friends! 】 [I have a way to temper the soul! 】 [My little friend is willing to save my true spirit from difficulties, how can I hide my secrets? 】 [My little friend, please remember something... my soul-quenching method is called...] 【The Great World of Buddha...】 [If my friend can practice this method, maybe he can cultivate the Eye of the Great World in advance. 】
[By the way, little friend, this is an immortal method. 】 Hearing this, Xia Ming's body shook violently. Good guy!
Did you really cheat out the treasure? The golden legend is out! ?
Immortal magic! ?
Seeing Xia Ming's reaction, Immortal Yuanfeng smiled slightly. Then his skinny fingers drew out a dazzling golden streak from his temple. [My friend, this is half of the world of Buddha. The other half... I don’t have a good memory either. 】 [Hey... little friend... anchor this moment...] Taking a deep look at Old Canxian, Xia Ming could only anchor at this moment. Damn it!
Damn immortal!
So cunning! …… When the bloody sword was fierce, Immortal Yuanfeng slowly handed out the ray of bright golden light. After receiving half of the immortal magic handed over by Canxian, Xia Ming's wariness became much darker. This kind of trading style is in line with the immortal's temperament. This is like a fairy. "Am I overthinking it?" "There's no conspiracy here?" Feeling the [Buddha World] in his palm, Xia Ming asked again seemingly unintentionally. [By the way, brother, I only know you are Immortal Yuanfeng, but I haven’t asked you your last name yet? 】 Xia Ming knew very well that Yuanfeng was the name of this old man. This guy fell before the three Taoist wars, and the Xianzhou thing was the product of the first Taoist war. At that time, the immortals defeated the demon king, and then they began to become their own kings, and the immortal island came into being again. Xianzhou can not only determine their respective territories, but also warm and nourish their bodies. It is simply a genius creation. First there is the Immortal Continent, then there is the world name, and then the Immortal can hide his true name. Therefore, the word Yuanfeng is not a world title. …… There were whirlpools in his eyes, but the expression of the immortal remained unchanged. [My dear friend, surnames are exclusive to rich families. 】 【And I am just a person without a surname. 】
——Zhenshen!
The two words escaped Xia Ming's spine. The moment the word Yuanfeng was spoken, Xia Ming had already noticed something was wrong. Then Lao Deng’s mood is not right!
It's very possible... Yuanfeng has stepped into a minefield. The thought of the remnant immortal dissipated, and after a long time, Xia Ming just let out a long sigh. "Horse!" "Scared me!" "It almost broke the gear!" (End of Chapter)