Mortal Cultivation: Immortality begins with the Spirit Gathering Array!

The talisman was the second-level low-grade talisman used by the black-robed monk back then: the Black Bird Fiery Talisman.

This talisman cost Su Ming 700 spirit stones. The price of this powerful talisman has risen a lot during the turbulent period of Jiang State, almost catching up with the life-saving talisman such as the Earth Escape Talisman, and even more expensive than a top-grade magic weapon.

The other jade bottle is the "Returning Spirit Pill" used to restore mana. There are a total of ten pills in a bottle, which have a good effect even for Qi Refining Perfection Monks. It cost 350 spirit stones.

On weekdays, even if the Returning Spirit Pill is precious, the price of a bottle will not exceed 250 spirit stones. During this period, the price has risen by more than 30%, which makes Su Ming feel a little distressed.

"It turns out that the alchemists still make money..."

Su Ming looked at the jade bottle in the storage bag, smiled, and ended this trip to Lingtai Market.

The spirit stones were all used up, and Su Ming had no intention of continuing to wander around. The water-dividing ruler did not need to be sacrificed, but the black bronze bell would take some time to exert its full power. He was thinking about the two newly acquired top-grade magic tools and was looking forward to their power.

After leaving the market, Su Ming took out the green jade shuttle from his storage bag and flew straight to the cave of Qingquan Peak.

However, after flying for about ten miles, Su Ming fell from the light of escape, took off his shoes, and used a fireball spell to turn them into ashes.

"Humph, Chen Yang dared to have evil thoughts at the foot of Guiyuan Sect! You are lucky. If it weren't for the turbulent situation, I wouldn't want to cause trouble, and I would definitely let you taste the pain of the yellow sand scraping your bones in the illusion dust array!"

Su Ming snorted coldly. In addition to the research of the old demon of the golden elixir, the "Spiritual Root Theory" also recorded many methods of demon cultivators. Chen Yang's little tricks could not be hidden from him.

With Su Ming's means, if he wanted, he could find a place far away from the sect to set up the Fantasy Dust Array. Even if it was Chen Yang, he would have to stay in the array with hatred. At that time, the storage bag that had just been flattened might be able to recover some blood.

However, a Qi Refining Manager was so bold that he might involve a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Su Ming didn't want to take risks.

Su Ming could probably guess the other party's thoughts. Lingtai Market was too close to Guiyuan Sect. Even if the other party had accomplices, they would not dare to take action. Not every disciple would return to the sect after leaving the market.

If Su Ming left in the direction of Guiyuan Sect, the other party would naturally treat it as nothing. If there were other things to do, the other party would probably take action after leaving Guiyuan Sect.

Cultivating immortals is a move against the will of heaven, plundering the essence of heaven and earth to make up for one's own deficiencies! People who refine Qi and build foundations only have a lifespan of one or two hundred years, so they must do their best to quickly improve their cultivation and compete with heaven for life.

Su Ming did not comment on this practice of killing people to rob treasures, but if the target was him, the situation would be different. If he succeeded in building his foundation in the future, this cause and effect would be settled again.

A flash of murderous intent flashed across Su Ming's eyes. After burning the shoes that were tracked, Su Ming put on new shoes and continued to control the green jade shuttle to fly towards the cave.

An hour and a half later, Su Ming returned to the cave of Qingquan Peak, took out the futon and placed it on the wooden bed, and sat cross-legged on it.

He took out the water-dividing ruler and the black bronze bell from the storage bag and placed them in front of him, and began to offer sacrifices one by one.

With Su Ming's current spiritual power, it is absolutely no problem to control three top-grade magic tools at the same time, and he even has spare energy to cast spells and use talismans. If it is an ordinary Qi-refining perfect cultivator, it would be a bit difficult to cast spells against the enemy after controlling three top-grade magic tools at the same time.

After Su Ming refines these two top-grade magic tools, as long as the opponent does not have a top-grade magic tool, he will have some advantages in normal battles against ordinary elite disciples.

With this strength, he would be able to protect himself normally if he went to the border of Yuzhou to guard the resource point, as long as he didn't encounter an enemy like He Ru who could be called a "rich woman" in the Qi Refining Stage, or a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

If he really couldn't win, Su Ming still had a few stacks of first-level top-grade talismans and three second-level life-saving talismans. When life and death were at stake, he still had the last trump card of the Fantasy Dust Formation.

However, Su Ming didn't intend to show his true strength. There were a total of five inner disciples on the garrison mission this time, and there were four people besides him.

If there was anything, he would first see if these senior brothers and sisters could handle it. He always called himself a junior brother. If he really wanted to take action, it was understandable to hide behind. Whether to take action depended on the actual situation.

After updating a wave of magic weapons, the haze in Su Ming's heart that was shrouded by the war of spirit stone mines also dissipated a lot.

All the hesitation and fear came from his own lack of strength. When his strength increased, he would find that the darkness ahead of him was just a little bit of wind and frost.

Retracting his somewhat scattered thoughts, Su Ming found that the water-dividing ruler in his hand had been injected with enough mana by himself, and began to engrave the spiritual mark on the magic weapon.

This magic weapon was just made not long ago, and it was not contaminated with the breath of other cultivators. The interior was very "pure". In just a quarter of an hour, Su Ming successfully imprinted the spiritual mark and completed the ritual.

Coming to the training room, under the control of the spiritual sense, a ruler hit the stone wall, and the stone wall specially used for cultivation was easily shattered like tofu dregs.

Seeing this, Su Ming nodded with satisfaction, and used his spiritual sense to control the water-dividing ruler to fly around him flexibly for a few circles. After getting familiar with it a little, he put it back into the storage bag.

Then Su Ming returned to the room, sat cross-legged on the futon, and began to sacrifice another top-grade defensive magic weapon, the black bronze bell, with a focused expression.

As a top-grade magic weapon, because it needed to clear the mana breath of other cultivators, Su Ming spent a full hour and a half to complete the initial sacrifice and imprint the spiritual mark.

In the next few days, Su Ming will need to constantly use his magic power to nurture this magic weapon, so that it can be completely imbued with his own magic power, and then he can control it as if it were his arm.

A slight mistake can lead to a great error!

Without this process, even if you can use the magic weapon, there will be a sense of obscurity, which you can't feel at ordinary times. When you really fight for life and death, you may lose your life just by this little bit.

Seven days, for a cultivator, it really passed in a blink of an eye.

It was not yet the time of the tiger, and the sky was still dark. The stars in the sky were still emitting flickering light, and there was no sign of disappearing for the time being.

Su Ming had already made preparations. During these seven days, while offering sacrifices to the magic weapon, he constantly adjusted his state. At this time, his spirit was excellent and he was ready to face the turbulence.

Taking out the green jade shuttle, Su Ming turned into a green escape light and flew towards Tianmu Peak.

As early as the fifth day, Su Ming went to Guiyuan Villa to inform the other party that he had accepted the garrison mission and did not need to go to the front battlefield.

As for the possibility of encountering enemies at the edge of Yuzhou, Su Ming did not mention it.

Senior Brother Zhou Xun was his only close friend in his life, and there was no need to worry about a little risk.

The wind in the early morning was a little chilly. If ordinary mortals were blown for a long time, they would inevitably get seriously ill. However, the body of a cultivator is naturally different from that of an ordinary person after being nourished by magic power, so there is no big problem.

When he rushed to the vicinity of Tianmu Peak, Su Ming saw two familiar figures with his eyesight.

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