In the end, the boy did not swallow the pill directly, but took out a jade box, sealed it up, and wrapped it tightly with yellow paper.

This is the nine refinings of the alchemy fetus, which is very different from the practice method of cultivators in the ordinary elixir realm.

Longevity is a thoroughfare, and it is hard to look back at a hundred feet of poles.

The path of cultivation for ordinary monks is originally the principle of not turning back. Perhaps there is also a secret method to cut off the realm and re-practice in the other realm. However, the realm of forming a pill condenses the origin of the essence, energy and spirit, and you need to make a move without regrets!

On the contrary, the external immortal path that Liu Yuanzheng practiced was very different from ordinary people. The alchemy pills he refined can be regarded as the original fetus similar to the sword fetus, and can also be regarded as the secret technique of external alchemy in the left path side sect.

As long as this pill has not been swallowed by Liu Yuanzheng into the belly and is condensed into one with the yellow bud pill fetus condensed in the center of the 12th grade Taoist lotus, it will always be an external object.

The young man's cultivation level will not change as a result.

This means that Liu Yuanzheng has the possibility of refining alchemy pills several times. After all, the five elements, yin and yang, and the chaotic pill-building realm of cultivation is the creation of the boy after he ponders and is the only way for the immortal way to be eternal.

No one can step here to see the mysterious scenery, and naturally no one can tell whether Liu Yuanzheng's choice is correct. Such a choice of magic and magical powers can be penetrated in one line, and the nine orifices are refined into the purple gold elixir.

He did not dare to refine the pills directly, and Liu Yuanzheng always had the possibility of overthrowing and returning in this state.

The mystery here is not recorded in "Xuanxiao Secret Strategy", but Liu Yuanzheng believes that perhaps the correct way to swallow and refine it after nine is refined into a pill. The golden elixir can be completed in one day, and it can even use the erection of Taoist rhyme to reach the perfect state of the peak of the Killing Pill.

Otherwise, if you work hard, you will lose your energy and lose your life, and you will lose your mystery and end up in the same way as ordinary practice.

Of course, in the dark, Liu Yuan had a premonition that the pills should not be overturned and refined too many times.

After all, this is not an ordinary external elixir of the sword body, but a Taoist fruit in the elixir realm of the young man, which is the integration, transformation and sublimation of the two realms of Qi refining and foundation building, and invisibly, it is connected with its own Taoist rhyme and blessings.

If you damage too many times or refining too many times, you will invisibly damage the monk's heels and feet.

It is difficult to explain the specific refining of this number, perhaps three, or nine. Such numbers confirm the fate of the Nine-Occasion Dingxiao Zijin Pill, and are destined to become part of Liu Yuan's righteous fortune.

Therefore, when sealing, the young man became more careful, and he never had such an attitude when dealing with the melted Cangyang Immortal Iron.

After doing this, Liu Yuanzheng picked up the storage bag on the table and weighed it gently. His divine thoughts had already penetrated it and remembered the remaining amount of treasures one by one in his heart.

Then, the boy spread out white paper on the table and picked up his pen to write something carefully.

After a while, Liu Yuan put his pen aside, stared at the handwriting written on it, and turned to the east, which was the direction of Benma Qunshan.

"After all, I have never condensed such a Taoist fruit pill. The preparations I made in the early days are still insufficient. The treasure materials my master found for me may only be enough for four refinements, which is wrong! It should be three refinements. The treasure materials required for the condensation of magical powers and curse seals are definitely far more than magical and curse seals! This is still under the premise of no mistakes!"

As soon as he thought of this, Liu Yuanzheng's expression became more and more calm, his eyes were missing, and he seemed to be in deep thought again.

After a long time, the boy came to his senses.

"Now is an extraordinary moment. The dragon clan blocks the mountains of the two realms. Many of the cultivation resources in the Middle Earth are difficult to deliver to this place. However, the East Tu nourishes all the demon clans. Where there are demon cultivators, there are treasure materials everywhere. Only this method is the most convenient, otherwise it is to look for the distance."

A wisp of mist floated deep in the boy's deep eyes.

"Sure enough, in the past, I guessed that the great fortune in front of the two realms would be related to my path to practice. But unexpectedly, after going around, I came to this day."

Liu Yuanzheng's voice was filled with emotion.

At this moment, he thought of the silence of the red-robed dragon horse demon cultivator whose head was cut off by himself, who had once roared in front of the mountain.

The master, apprentice and son are like the most stubborn curse in the world. The human race's master and demon cultivator has achieved the prosperity of the immortal path today. But now, the "disciple" of the human race raises the butcher's knife and points straight to the "teacher" of the past.

This is destined to be a causal and effect that no one can tell the truth.

The human race wants to live well, and the demon race also wants to live well. This world is very big, so big that immortals may not be able to explore it; but this world is very small, so small that it can only accommodate one race.

In the spot, Liu Yuan was thinking a lot, but in the end, he just faced the east land and sighed silently.

...

A few days later.

On the top of the mountain, all the cultivators of the Five Thunder Immortal Sect gathered together.

Liu Yuanzheng and Zong An Daozi stood side by side and stood in front of the crowd.

From a distance, the top of the nearby mountain peaks was full of dense crowds standing shoulder to shoulder.

To the east of the peaks is a wide and winding river, with a horizontal railing in front of the cultivators.

Crossing the river is the depths of the Benma Mountains, the real hinterland of the ancestral land of the Horse Clan demon cultivator!

In the river, turbid water roared.

This is the mother river of the demon cultivator of the horse race, which the demon clan calls the Youjiang River.

Liu Yuan held the jade slip in his hand and looked at the grand scene in front of him.

The clouds in the pillow are approaching, and the sound of pine trees under the bed is sad.

You have to watch the silver mountain and shoot the sky waves, open the window and put it into the river.

Under the gaze of the cultivators of the Five Thunder Immortal Sect, Liu Yuanzheng slowly raised the jade slip in his hand.

"I will pass on the imperial edict on Yunyang's ancient immortals today, and the cultivation of the Five Thunder Immortal Sect will obey the orders!"

When the words were finished, the cultivators in the mountains bowed and bowed, and the mountains shouted and roared, responding with the sound!

"Receive the decree of ancient immortals! Receive the decree of Daozi!"

The sound of the mountain shouts shakes the nine heavens!

Immediately, Liu Yuanzheng had a magic power and crossed into the jade slip, and the infinite bright light belonging to the ancient immortal of Yunyang suddenly bloomed on the top of the mountain.

"The ancient immortal has a command! He walked the cultivators of the Xuanmen of Zhongtu and entered the Benma Mountains east. There was a peak called Tocang in this mountain! This peak is the ancestral land of the White Horse! So he ordered the monks from the Five Thunder Immortal Sect to go to Tocang Mountains immediately. Within seven days, he broke the mountain and cut down the temples, cut off their sacrifices, and captured this peak! If he was against this order—"

The boy looked back and the majestic aura soared into the sky, the eagle looked at the wolf, and the tongue was filled with spring thunder.

"It's sin!"

When the words were finished, all the practitioners were excited and their expressions were solemn.

It has been several days since the disaster started, and anyone can see the fierce killing nature contained in the ancient immortal of Yunyang.

This is a truly cruel old immortal who uses any means. The blood evil in front of the two realms has never been as strong as it is today.

The human race of the demon race has never lost as much life as it is today.

In almost every breath, there were demon cultivators or monks, like dead grass, lying in the bitter wind.

No one questioned the content of the decree, and even Liu Yuanzheng believed that if he could not report his life within seven days, the ancient immortal contained a murderous side and would face the same sect of Xuanmen.

The long years have not eroded the hatred in his heart. Instead, as time passes, this hatred has taken root in his heart and grown wildly.

He put away the jade slips in his hand, and Liu Yuanzheng sacrificed the Yuanthi Wind-wrapped banner.

As the flags swayed, Liu Yuanzheng and Zong An emerged first.

Climb up to the spectacular world, and the vast river goes without returning.

On that day, the Five Thunder Immortal Sects built a group of cages crossing the Youjiang River, and their soldiers pointed directly at Cangshan Mountain!
Chapter completed!