Yusha

Chapter 175
Islands and isolated mountains, ancient cave mansions.

In the quiet alchemy room.

At this moment, as the precious light soared into the sky, the original 24 righteous sword intents were condensed because of the "Four Seasons Sword", and after the sword intents were harmoniously intertwined with each other, Chunyu Zhi's transformation here has already relaxed his mind like never before. At the moment when the precious light in the mountain and river gui soared into the sky, Chu Weiyang's mind suddenly tightened, and his energy and spirit regained an unprecedented tension.

And at this time, Chunyu Zhi couldn't care about the embarrassment and indignation just now, her clear and beautiful voice flowed through Chu Weiyang's mind like a mountain spring.

"Weiyang, relax, the more anxious you are about matters in your practice, the easier it is to make mistakes. You have already condensed the harmonious 24 righteous sword intent of "Four Seasons Sword", and the vitality in the Dao map has already It began to emerge gradually, suppressing the stagnant evil, which means that your path itself has taken a solid step.

This batch of treasure pills is originally a matter of icing on the cake. Since it is icing on the cake, it has nothing to do with the key points and key points of real success or failure, so relax!Don't put so much pressure on yourself, if you succeed, you will succeed, if you fail, at worst, you will accumulate treasures for a while, or find the bottom line from other places. At that time, it doesn't matter if you have it or not! "

Although there was nothing new in Chunyuzhi's words, and they were all things that Chu Weiyang knew clearly, but when another person's voice could try to comfort Chu Weiyang at such an urgent time, there was no sound. During this time, many restlessness in Chu Weiyang's heart had already been swept away.

Perhaps such reassurance had taken effect, and in that flash, Chu Weiyang even had some leeway to think about Chunyu Zhi's matter.

God is sorry to see that that person who once broke into battle outside Zhenmo Cave and scolded the elders of Jianzong with his brilliant Daoist voice, that domineering Chunyuzhi will one day speak to comfort others.

Good fortune makes people, nothing more than that.

Feeling so emotional, Chu Weiyang finally settled down, and then he stood up, holding his breath and standing beside the Shanhe Gui, quietly looking at the crimson streak inside, almost like jade fat congealed. The thick "ointment" has an unprecedented abundance of aura swirling around in the fat, like some kind of flowing jade.

Just looking at it like this, an unprecedented feeling of hunger flooded Chu Weiyang's heart.

Immediately afterwards, Chu Weiyang pressed his hand on the smooth outer wall of the Shanhe Gui, carefully feeling the slightest changes in the inner precious medicine transmitted from the warmth and coolness of the material itself.

Immediately afterwards, when the change in the heat was finally mysteriously increased by an extremely inaccurate range to the point where Chu Weiyang thought it was just right, as if he was blessed to the soul, the next moment, Chu Weiyang squeezed it almost without hesitation. Touching the Dharma seal, he suddenly turned his strong mana into a flash of light, which suddenly fell into the mountain and river gui.

All the careful calculations in the early days were just to refine and integrate the precious medicine at the beginning, until now, based on this, it was time for Chu Weiyang to really use the "Three-turn Heyuan Pill Spiritual Method".

The moment the first method was printed, the aura condensed by Chu Weiyang's majestic mana seemed to have become some kind of firewood filled into the pill fire, and also became a kind of firewood intertwined with the precious medicine itself. Some kind of spiritual material that resonates with you.

In an instant, the precious light that was originally soaring into the sky was like a streak of horses, like a cloud of mist, which was supposed to suddenly shine on the crimson precious light that suddenly disappeared, but it was frozen in the middle suspended in the air.

Seeing the moment when the precious light froze, Chu Weiyang did not hesitate in the slightest. Several spells were printed one after another, just like refining the precious medicine earlier, Chu Weiyang's handprints were constantly changing, Between pinching formulas and spells, the dazzling changes seem to be out of order.

But when you look at it for a long time, this kind of change itself, this kind of chaos itself, seems to be a certain rhythm of the body, and in the madness, it seems to present some kind of magnificent beauty of alchemy!
Finally, at a certain moment, the movements of Chu Weiyang's hands stopped abruptly.

When I looked at it again, with Chu Weiyang's long-term brushing of the Dharma seal, the precious light in the center that was originally shaped like a horse and mist, seemed to be intertwined and smelted under the interweaving and melting of one after another Dharma seal aura. The real one has turned into a horse, and the real one has turned into mist and mist.

Then in the next moment, when the support of Fayin's aura seemed to have reached a certain limit, in the next moment, the mist of precious light, the graceful haze that penetrated the alchemy room, suddenly condensed, and when I looked carefully, I don't know when , It turned into a red stream.

Then, as the precious light collapsed, the red clear stream rolled backwards and returned to the mountain and river guizhong.

It seems that the soup from the same source has melted the fat from the same source.

When I looked at it again, the precious medicine that was originally crystal clear slowly melted in the clear stream transformed by the precious light, and there was no disharmony between them. What is being refined inside is whether Chu Weiyang has more mana or the precious medicine.

Seeing the swirling water and fire in the mountain and river gui, that pool of red clear stream continuously shining with spiritual light, but never breaking away from the calcination, Chu Weiyang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, when Chu Weiyang turned his wrist again, like an old farmer leisurely watching the fish by the pond, he raised his hand quite casually, and sliced ​​a thinly sliced ​​vermillion fruit rhizome , and threw it straight into the mountain and river gui.

If so, this is already the second refinement in the medicinal soup.

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Half suspended in the air, the same crimson color sprinkled in front of Danxia's old mother.

The moment Chunyu Huai swallowed the treasured pill containing the ancient blood of the Phoenix, her original complicated foundation began to be straightened out, and she taught him to refine the treasured pill with the foundation of nine alchemy embryos as fuel. The instant the medicinal power flashed, he also stopped at the peak of the realm of the blood demon's pill fetus.

It can be seen that Danxia's old mother has really prepared for it, and the medicinal power contained in the treasure pill seems to be tailor-made for Chunyu Huai.

And as Chunyu Huai's aura regained its foothold in the peak realm, and he had to completely stabilize all these changes in order to prove the golden elixir, after he started to devour the blood flames through the door in reverse, Danxia was in the same place. In the mirror wheel of the mother's hanging photo, for a moment and a half, the door seemed to be completely closed.

At this moment, there was no need to worry about the future, Danxia's old mother still didn't take the time to make a move. Instead, she put the good hand on the already bloody arm.

Inside the scorched flesh and blood, accompanied by the dispersion of some black smoke and dust, the dark red blood flames were pulled out little by little by Danxia's old mother from the densely wounded wound.

It is very strange to say that the dark red blood flames are pumping more and more, and in the blink of an eye, a long river of dark red blood flames has been suspended in the mid-air, surrounding the long river of sword energy transformed by Gangfeng , surrounded by Qing Hai's figure.

Just looking at it at a glance, it's unbelievable that Danxia's old mother was able to contain and suppress so many bloody flames containing the evil spirit of monsters in her crooked and shriveled thin arms just now.

But just looking at these, in the same place, the old Taoist Qinghai, whose face was still flowing with black blood, couldn't help feeling a little regret while his heart was pounding.

Perhaps it was because of this mighty momentum that it was only at this moment that the old Taoist Qinghai was able to gradually break free from the ignorance of the calamity with a little clarity of mind.

He was surprised to find that after realizing that the spiritual object might fall into Danxia's old mother's hands, he hardly thought about it, and chose to solve this matter in the way he was least good at.

No, it's not that I'm not good at it.

It's just that from the beginning to the end, maybe I haven't really faced the fact that I am old, have gone through vicissitudes and are about to reach the end of my life.

At this moment, Old Daoist Qing Hai was panting heavily, accompanied by the sound of his difficult breathing, and then there were tearing noises like a dilapidated bellows coming out of his hoarse throat.

There is some bloody smell in his nostrils, I don't know if it is his own, or the breath of the bloody river.

Or maybe both.

Immediately afterwards, with his hazy and blurred vision, he saw that there was no longer any bloody flames on Danxia's bloody arm, and at the same time, the jade pot in her hand was shaking slightly, and a streak of blood fell down. Crimson fireworks.

In an instant, it was an extremely strange scene, as if a magic flame had re-ignited the entire dark red river of blood flames.

In the blink of an eye, the dark red evil qi in the blood flames, like some kind of grease, immediately became the food and firewood for the scarlet flames, and then, in the long river of intensified fireworks, was Wufeng's true form is revealed.

Fengming's voice shook the sky!

The moment the five phoenixes appeared in the next moment, among the five-colored fireworks, the fiery flames seemed to be melting the true form of the five phoenixes shown inside.

Accompanied by the appearance of the fire and phoenix's outer form that suddenly appeared, and then collapsed again and again, the five true spirits inside began to wander in the long river of five-color fireworks. It was the fire of the five phoenixes that came from the same source. The true spirit of Fengxiang as the source, with five different details of Taoism, began to transform towards Nanming Lihuo.

In the next moment, the five-colored fireworks overlapped and whizzed in the long river, forming a turbulent sea, and then looped around, almost in a flash, piercing the long river of sword energy that Qinghai Laodao fell down.

In the same place, the old Taoist Qinghai raised his arm with difficulty. Perhaps too much blood had flowed from his forehead, and the little vitality and vitality left in him was even more exhausted. His arms seemed to have tremendous strength, and there was a feeling of stagnation between the joints.

In the dark, in the midst of desolation, the old Taoist Qinghai suddenly had a feeling that maybe he could not see the day when the sutras were completed, maybe today was the day before his death. hour.

But this kind of thought has just emerged, and there is no time for Qinghai Old Daoist to be sad.

Suddenly, in the distance, a beam of sword energy pierced through like a rainbow hole, and suddenly, engulfed the qi of Jiuxiao, like an invisible giant sword, it also suppressed the evil spirit of monsters and beasts scattered in all directions. The long river of five-color fireworks suddenly dimmed.

At this time, in the distant sky, one can already see the figure of Taoist Qinghe galloping towards him.

In the same place, Xu Shi was sad and happy, and then he taught Qing Hai to lose his mind a little bit.

All around were blood demons of monsters and beasts, and for a moment, the smoky feeling made the old man go crazy again.

He laughed weakly but hoarsely on the spot.

"Hahaha! Old godmother! Old godmother! The number of days! The number of days!"

(End of this chapter)