Time passed, and ten days passed quickly. During these ten days, the incident in Luo Yun's secret realm shook Qingzhou.
All the inner disciples of Ziyan Sect were killed and injured, and all the elite disciples stayed in the secret realm, including even genius monks who built their foundation with eleven levels!
Not only that, the Qingyun Sect lost an eleventh-level disciple of Qi Gathering in the Luo Yun Secret Realm. This disciple had only been practicing for twenty years, but he had reached the eleventh level of Qi Gathering.
This time I entered Luo Yun's secret realm to find Lian Xinhua and try to break through the foundation. But I didn't expect to be killed in Luo Yun's inner palace.
This disciple is the current chief senior brother of the inner sect of the Qingyun Sect. Not only that, this person has a great background. He is the descendant of a certain golden elixir from the Qingyun Sect who traveled around the world a hundred years ago.
The golden elixir power was furious because he had cut off his only descendant. He pointed the finger at the worldly disciples of Moyou Valley.
Meng Shaohua holds treasures, including many offensive Xuan-level talismans, and even a high-grade Xuan-level defensive talisman that can withstand a full-strength attack from the late stage of Condensation.
Coupled with his own strength, few people in the Luo Yun Secret Realm can defeat him. No one from the Qingzhou Qi Gathering disciples can kill him! Only the disciples from the Demonic Valley have this strength.
But what I didn't expect was that Feng Yizi, the master of the Demon Valley, went to Qingzhou alone, looking for a white-robed monk.
Qingzhou was shocked! The disciples of Demon Valley fell into the secret realm of Luo Yun and were killed by the white-robed monk.
In more than 5,000 years, the first worldly disciple who was beheaded appeared in the Demon Valley. And there is someone in Qingzhou who can be so defiant as to be able to kill the disciples of the Demon Valley!
The disciple of Demon Valley is dead. The golden elixir being of Qingyun Sect focused his attention on the white-robed monk. He suspected that Meng Shaohua was killed by that person.
At this time, no one in Qingzhou dared to wear white robes. Not only men, but even women who usually liked white clothes also changed their colors.
What is even more sensational is that the life cards of the founders of the four immortal sects were shattered at the same time, and they all fell! Even Luo Yun's secret realm has undergone changes and will no longer be opened in the future!
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"Whoosh!" With a sound, a white shadow shuttled through the jungle.
The white shadow was very fast, leaping into the air and picking up a falling bone.
The white shadow fell on the ground, revealing its furry head. It looked cute and covered in white. It was a little white tiger.
This little white tiger was holding a bone in its mouth, wagging its tail, and ran up to a man in black, looking like it was trying to please and cling to him.
"Dabai! Very good!" The man in black clapped his hands and applauded, then stretched out a hand to stroke the little white tiger's furry head.
"Hey~" The little white tiger dropped the bone and licked the hand of the man in black with his tongue, his two small eyes shining brightly.
The man in black smiled and touched his left index finger, and a crystal clear green crystal appeared in the palm of his hand.
This man in black is naturally Chu Cheng. As for why he changed into black, it is naturally to avoid the limelight. After all, the two golden elixirs are looking for him. Just one person can make him die.
Meng Shaohua was killed by the disciples of Moyougu, and Feng Shiqi was in the hands of Chu Cheng. There is no evidence of his death, and even if it is justified, it cannot be explained clearly.
Chu Cheng watched the little white tiger eating the demon crystal with a smile on his face. The little white tiger woke up three times in the past ten days. Every time he woke up, his breath grew a lot. Now he has reached the peak of the first-level monster.
It won't take long to reach the second level.
This is also the reason why he relied on the demon crystals to pile up, and he fed eight level three demon crystals in ten days. If not, it would have taken more than ten years for the little white tiger to reach the peak of level one.
After the little white tiger swallowed the demon crystal, Chu Cheng waved his hand and put it back into the spirit beast bag.
"It would be great if I could also swallow the demon crystal alive to increase my strength." Chu Cheng pouted, feeling envious and regretful at the same time.
There are not tens of thousands but seven to eight thousand crystals on his body. Even the fourth-order demon crystals have more than a hundred. So many demon crystals can force the little white tiger to the fourth level! But for human monks
, but it is useless if you don’t refine the elixir.
In Green Continent, there are not many recipes for refining elixirs using demon crystals. There are less than one alchemist who can refine them.
"I just don't know if Master will have it!" Chu Cheng's eyes flickered with some hope. Now that he has the skills to refine the first-grade elixir, he is afraid that it won't take long to refine the second-grade elixir.
As soon as Chu Cheng thought of this, a communication sign on his waist lit up.
He picked it up and looked at it, and after a long time he murmured: "I didn't expect this cheap master to come to me? But it's okay, I just want to ask him."
After a stick of incense, there was a wave of fluctuations in the teleportation array in Baicao Valley. Chu Cheng walked out of it.
"Huh!" Chu Cheng looked around and exhaled softly, then dodged his body again and flew towards Changsun Hall's residence.
In less than a cup of tea, Chu Cheng arrived in front of the cave in Changsun Hall.
"Master, this disciple is here to visit!" Chu Cheng clasped his fists and bowed down.
There was a wave of fluctuation, the restrictions in front of the cave door were lifted, and the voice of Changsun Hall was heard.
"Good disciple, come in quickly."
Chu Cheng straightened his body and walked inside. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a short, fat middle-aged man sitting at the tea table.
Chang Sun Tang filled two cups with tea, pushed one cup to the other side, and then said: "Chu Cheng, come over and drink tea."
Chu Cheng obeyed the order and sat down on the chair opposite. After thinking about it, he picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
The tea is clear green, and the white mist carries the fragrance of tea and rolls into the tip of the tongue. It is bitter in the mouth, and then a fragrance gradually spreads. It can be said that the bitterness is replaced by the sweetness, and the fragrance is mellow and sweet.
Chu Cheng suddenly felt that the spiritual power in his body was flowing rapidly, like spring water.
"Good tea!" Chu Cheng sighed sincerely. This tea tasted bitter at first and sweet at the end. It was long and elegant. What's more important is that this tea can actually improve one's power.
This cup of tea can allow a monk on the first level of Qi Gathering to directly break through to the second level, but the effect will be minimal after reaching the sixth level. But even so, this spiritual tea is extremely precious.
"Oh? My disciple actually knows how to make tea?" Chang Suntang took a sip and then poured a cup.
"Disciple I don't know." Chu Cheng smiled and told the truth.
Changsuntang drank three cups in a row, then put down his tea cup and said, "I don't understand the tea ceremony, but for me, good tea comes from heavy drinking."
"Disciple thinks so too." Chu Cheng looked down at Changsuntang in his heart, but he still flattered him on the surface.
Chang Suntang chuckled and said again: "It has only been a year since I accepted you as my disciple, but I never thought you would achieve such an achievement."
"Thanks to the Qi-Breaking Pill given by Master, otherwise the disciple might still be stuck on the sixth level of Qi Gathering." Chu Cheng smiled shyly and said what he meant.
That low-grade Qi-Breaking Pill, let alone using it, couldn't even be given to others. The one originally given to Nan Fengyun was a mid-grade Qi-Breaking Pill bought at an auction.
"Disciple, you don't have to be humble. There are twelve levels of Qi Gathering! Since the founding of the Luoyun Sect, only Patriarch Dao Qing has been the only one. Legend has it that Patriarch Dao Qing was amazingly talented and built the foundation with the thirteen levels of Qi Gathering. Unfortunately...
"When Changsuntang said this, his voice suddenly stopped and his expression became sad.
The Patriarch Daoqing can be said to be the spiritual symbol of the Luoyun Sect. After five thousand years of disappearance, his destiny card has always been bright. Everyone thinks that the Patriarch has reached the state of becoming a god.
They were all waiting for the Patriarch's return. Unfortunately, ten days ago, the Patriarch's life tablet was broken.
Chu Cheng shook his head. Only he and Liu Qian knew in this world that Patriarch Daoqing and the other Yuanying Patriarchs of the other four immortal sects had fallen into the Luo Yun Secret Realm thousands of years ago.
Changsuntang knocked on the tea table and said with a smile: "My teacher was amazed at your bones at first glance. You will definitely go far in your cultivation. What I didn't expect was that my teacher still looked down on you. In less than a year
Just advance from the sixth level of Qi Gathering to the twelfth level, and given time, you will definitely be able to compete with Patriarch Daoqing!"
Chang Suntang paused and then said: "Do you know why my master summoned you today?"
Chu Cheng thought for a while and said: "I don't know, I ask the master to clarify." But he said in his heart, isn't it just to give me some magic weapons and some elixirs so that I can practice well?
Changsuntang narrowed his eyes and said seriously: "My master wants to refine a furnace of Ji Dao pills for you!"
"Ji Dao Pill?" Chu Cheng was startled in his heart. This Ji Dao Pill is the pill that breaks through the peak of Qi gathering and reaches the limit. In more than ten days, the Taichu space will be opened again, and he will refine this pill!
However, what Chu Cheng was confused about was that Chang Sun Tang did not have Lian Xin Hua as the main medicine, so how could it be linked to Ji Dao Dan.
Changsuntang took out a piece of paper and a storage bag. He then said: "Jidao Dan is an ancient elixir. If you take one pill, you can break through the 12th level and reach the 13th level! You can be a master."
We have important matters at hand, and I still need my disciple to go to Fenghua City to purchase some spiritual herbs."
Chu Cheng was stunned for a moment, took the piece of paper and looked at it, feeling suddenly confused.
Pomegranate, water tree fruit, serpentine... these dozens of herbs are not the same as those mentioned in Xue Yao, and not even one of them matches.
Most of these spiritual herbs are third-level herbs, and only seven or eight kinds are third-level herbs. Chu Cheng's alchemy can be said to have entered the palace now. These spiritual herbs are naturally recognized, and they are all great tonics.
"But...it's still the Patriarch's Day, and the sect is closed for three months to pay tribute to the deceased. How can the disciples get out?" Chu Cheng hesitated for a moment, but still asked respectfully.
"It doesn't matter. If you hold the master token, you can go out naturally." Chang Suntang threw a token.
"Then disciple, take your leave!" Chu Cheng took the token, bowed his hands in salute, and slowly backed away. When he approached the entrance of the cave, he turned around and walked forward.
For some reason, after seeing this spiritual grass lined up alone, he always felt a palpitation in his heart. When he walked out of the cave, cold sweat was dripping down his back.
He always felt that there was something wrong with his master, but he couldn't tell what the problem was.
Chu Cheng opened the storage bag and curled his lips when he saw a pile of spiritual stones. There were more than a thousand high-grade spiritual stones inside.
For other Qi Gathering monks, this is already a huge amount of wealth. But for him, a nouveau riche, it is just a small sum of money.
"A medium-grade spiritual weapon, and a low-grade flying spiritual weapon? Tsk, tsk, so stingy." Chu Cheng shook his head and flew towards the Baicao Valley teleportation array.
After leaving, Chang Suntang walked out of the cave, looked at the direction where Chu Cheng disappeared, and showed a happy smile.
"I didn't expect that I would have such a talented disciple. It's a pity, it's a pity..."