"If there are really no restrictions..." Chen Fan also twitched the corners of his mouth.
Relying on millions of people to refine the magic pill can help achieve immortality breakthrough, but what if there are tens of millions of people, hundreds of millions of people, even billions, tens of billions, even hundreds of billions, trillions!
The total number of all living things in the world, all small worlds, strange places, must definitely exceed one trillion!
If it were all used to refine elixirs, Chen Fan couldn't believe how exaggerated the effect would be.
Of course, for Chen Fan who has already made the oath of heaven, it is impossible to explore the upper limit of the magic forged cauldron.
Even so, for him, this magic cauldron can work wonders in certain situations.
Who are the people who can be his opponents?
If you live at the sixth level of immortality or above, you will be granted the title of Marquis or even King.
Such a master, one person can defeat hundreds of millions of people, and any master can refine a very powerful "Magic Pill"!
On the other side, Jimo Zi, who helped Chen Fan refine the Demonic Casting Pill, also had an extremely pale face, but he showed an expression of relief.
For this person, not only is this magic pill useless, it is also a huge burden.
The Zhao family has harmed so many people, which is also a heavy psychological burden for Jimo Zi.
She would not take the blame on herself, but it would be false to say that there were no fluctuations in her heart.
But without the Demonic Cauldron, she no longer has to carry these burdens in the future!
"Senior, please forgive me and my husband for leaving temporarily -" Zhao Kong grabbed his wife's palm and looked at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan nodded: "Go."
For the two of them, they also experienced a long period of torture and separation.
As the two left, Chen Fan also turned to look at Chen Wudao: "Master Chen, please bring over all the 'sinners' from the Zhao family."
Chen Wudao also nodded decisively.
The beneficiaries of the Zhao family are not too many, maybe just a few hundred or even thousands.
However, each of these people's strength progress has been quite impressive.
Basically, they are all Grandmasters and above, and there are nearly a hundred of them at the tenth level. Although there is no third Immortal, there are several Dao Fruits.
"Except for the gap in terms of top experts, in other aspects, the Zhao family has already done the best..."
No wonder Zhao Yao was so cruel, the benefits were too great.
Hundreds of people were brought over by Chen Wudao, and all of these people had their cultivation levels restrained.
When they saw Chen Fan and the magic cauldron in front of Chen Fan, each of these people also showed despair, and many kowtowed and begged for mercy on the spot.
Chen Fan scanned with his spiritual consciousness and found that among these people, there were also people Chen Fan knew in the past, but Zhao Tianhua, who was most familiar with him, was not among them.
He also breathed a sigh of relief.
If Zhao Tianhua was among them, it would be impossible for him to let him go, but he would inevitably have fluctuations in his heart.
He didn't know any of the remaining people, and he didn't feel any psychological burden about killing them.
"Now that you know what this thing is, you should naturally understand what you are about to endure..."
These people's evil cultivation and strength are based on the fear and death of countless people, but they deserve to bear such a price.
In fact, even before Chen Fan put these people into the magic cauldron, the fear and negative emotions in these people were already quite exaggerated.
With a thought, Chen Fan saw that the Demonic Cauldron was magnificent and generous, but it took all these people into it one by one.
There is a huge space in the magic cauldron, but it is extremely easy to accommodate these people.
He was not in a hurry and immediately activated the magic cauldron and started refining the elixir.
Because the negative emotions of these people are not enough.
And he didn't have to do anything, just wait silently.
The feeling of waiting for death is the greatest torture.
Of course, he is always watching the movements within the Magic Cauldron, but he will never allow anyone to commit suicide in advance or kill others.
An hour later, Chen Fan activated the power of the magic cauldron.
The fluorescence surged, but not even a quarter of an hour passed. The hundreds of masters in the magic cauldron were completely smelted, and only a black pill the size of a thumb was left in the cauldron.
However, this elixir did not cause any changes in the world.
Because it is said to be an elixir, but in fact, this thing is not an elixir in the ordinary sense at all!
Chen Fan took out the elixir and swallowed it in one gulp.
As the pure power spread to Chen Fan's limbs and bones, the speed of his "Source Technique" continued to increase.
In addition, his brain has become much clearer, and he even feels that his perception of various Tao is clearer and more obvious.
However, considering Chen Fan's current strength, the improvement in this effect can be said to be quite small. Whether it is his enlightenment or his own cultivation, the improvement is extremely slow, and it does not help him much.
"The level of this magic forged pill is still too low..."
It seems that there are a lot of these people, but in fact, these nearly a thousand people combined are not as important as the two immortals of the Zhao family.
"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have been in a hurry to kill them..."
Chen Fan shook his head, and soon he also laughed: "Even if we don't kill them, with the strength of the two of them, they still can't practice any high-level magic pill."
For Chen Fan, some masters of the sixth level of immortality and even feudal lords would be of greater help to him.
However, with his current strength, it is possible to defeat Fenghou, but it is too difficult to capture Fenghou alive.
As for masters with that level of strength, even if they can be captured alive, it is not easy for them to feel fear.
After shaking his head, Chen Fan left the Zhao family.
…
When the Star Sect began to plan for reconstruction and recruit new disciples, Chen Fan quietly came to the Yuanshang Secret Realm again.
At this time, the ten years agreed between him and Lan Ruo have arrived.
However, Lan Ruo did not exactly say that Chen Fan must arrive within ten years, and up to this time, Lan Ruo had not taken the initiative to contact Chen Fan, so he did not leave for the Central Territory immediately.
Instead, he returned to the Yuanshang Secret Realm again and began to practice in the Temple of Enlightenment.
After passing the second assessment in the War Hall, Chen Fan also received three years of training time in the Enlightenment Hall.
"Lan Ruo has been waiting for me for so long, and you don't mind waiting for me for three more years, right?"
Needless to say, the realization he gained in one year in the Enlightenment Hall was stronger than in the ten years he spent in the Holy Cathedral.
His earth way also entered the level of the great road.
About two years later, Chen Fan received a message that made him temporarily stop his pursuit of enlightenment.
The message comes from Le Shaoyuan:
"Chen Fan, I found traces of Dean Mao in Xihuang. The location is..."
Chen Fan decisively left the Yuan Shang Secret Realm, "so close to the end of the world", but instantly arrived at the location indicated by Le Shaoyuan in the Western Wasteland.
With a sweep of his consciousness, the tenth level Le Shaoyuan was naturally extremely conspicuous in his eyes.
At this moment, Le Shaoyuan was in a remote tribe in the Western Wilderness. This tribe had obviously experienced the disaster of monsters and was currently in the process of rebuilding.
Chen Fan turned into a stream of light and rushed into a room in an instant.
Le Shaoyuan was chatting with the warriors in the tribe.
"Who trespasses on our clan's holy land?!"
The warriors of the tribe all looked alert and picked up their weapons.
Le Shaoyuan waved his hands quickly: "Stop! This is the person I'm talking about!"
The warriors from all the tribes looked at each other and put down their weapons.
A grandmaster dressed in bright clothes and a wizard's attire bowed respectfully to Chen Fan: "Master Daqian, please forgive the recklessness of the Tasang warriors..."