When the power of a god-transforming family was truly mobilized, Zhao Sheng truly felt how earth-shattering it was.
In just three days after meeting Zhao Changdu, there were as many as twenty five kinds of fire, including earthly soul flame, earthly lung poisonous flame, Samadhi true fire, Sikong Yan, mysterious jade crystal fire, earthly evil ghost flame...
The spiritual fire of heaven and earth was easily delivered to Binghuo Peak Cave.
Also delivered with the spiritual fire: a piece of bright crystal weighing a hundred pounds, a vat of jade spiritual fluid, ten fist-sized earth core fire diamonds, a pool of bi-cold spiritual liquid, ten thousand years of black iron... and many other heavenly materials.
Earth treasure.
For this reason, Zhao Sheng not only gave away all the places in the Xuan-level treasury, but also emptied his own storage bag, and even returned the congratulatory gifts sent by the family ancestors.
Zhao Sheng didn't even have time to take a look at the spiritual land with the first-level high-grade spiritual veins, before he transferred it to an old man from the Jindan tribe in Renzimai, in exchange for the magic weapon Innate C-fired Furnace.
Because this low-grade magic weapon contains three rare and special fire treasures, and it also contains an innate Bing Fire.
In the Nantian Zhao family, rules are greater than the rules!
Even though Zhao Shenggui is the elder of the Taishang clan, he must abide by the clan rules. If he wants to take treasures from the family treasury, he must exchange them for merit points.
Of course, as an elder of the Taishang clan, you still have some small privileges. It doesn't matter if you don't have enough merit points, you can give priority to bartering.
So on the fifth day, Zhao Sheng, who was "short of money," started the hard life of refining alchemy and repaying debts.
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Fast forward ten years, and the sun is high.
On Binghuo Peak, the thousand-year-old fire pines all over the mountains and plains are growing much better than in previous years. The red pine needles are as bright as crystal needles, shining with a bright red light, which is really moving.
In the lush and dense pine forest, one can see Zhao clan members wearing red robes from time to time. Most of them are busy picking flame pine cones as big as pineapples one after another from the red pine trees. It seems that they have gained a lot.
At this time, in a large underground cave thousands of feet underground of Binghuo Peak, the rich fire spirit energy gathered into a vortex, and the hot fire waves roared through the air.
Zhao Sheng sat cross-legged in the air in the center of the fire hole, surrounded by balls of red gold, bright yellow, pure green, or blazing white heaven and earth spiritual fire. A rough count showed that there were as many as twenty-six balls.
At this moment, inside these spiritual fires, all the simple and natural alchemy furnaces with brilliant aura are floating in the spiritual fire, and most of them are already exuding a rich and incomparable fragrance of alchemy.
After three generations of hard training, Zhao Sheng has now mastered the Star God Thousand Heart Technique to the state of Dacheng Qianxin.
At the same time, refining twenty-six furnaces of third-level condensation elixirs is just a small test.
Refining the elixir only occupied a small part of his mind, and most of Zhao Sheng's distracted consciousness was devoted to the spiritual points under his body.
At this moment, in the huge spiritual cave in the center of the cave, six true fires of heaven and earth, including the Golden Crow True Fire, the Pure Flame of the Sun, the Extreme Cold Flame, the Ancient Poison Flame, the Demonic Fire of Ten Thousand Desires, and the True Fire of Destroying Gods and Eating Souls, are...
The six poles of stars form a circle, and they work together to worship a head-sized, golden "perfect" sphere on the central star.
However... even though Zhao Sheng gathered together the six extreme attributes of the true fire of heaven and earth and refined it for three consecutive years, this piece of Mao Sun Fine Gold still remained unchanged, showing no sign of refining at all.
I don’t know how long it took, but there was a dull roar.
The cauldron lids of the twenty-six alchemy furnaces buzzed at the same time, and streams of rich alchemy fragrance spurted out, turning into clouds of alchemy and spreading out, filling the entire cave.
The divine light in Zhao Sheng's eyes flashed, and divine thoughts roared through the void, following his thoughts.
All the lids of the cauldron were suddenly thrown away, and in an instant hundreds of "meteors" soared into the sky from the alchemy furnace and fled in all directions.
But under the great net of spiritual thoughts, none of these third-level elixirs could escape the clutches. They flew back obediently and were stuffed into high-quality elixir bottles by Zhao Sheng and sealed.
A rough count shows that there are actually more than a hundred Ningzhen Pills, and two-thirds of them are top-grade pills.
This miraculous mass alchemy technique alone is enough for Zhao Sheng to be worthy of the title of "Grand Master".
This is also true. In just ten years, he has become the "chief" alchemist recognized within the Nantian Zhao family, but outsiders know nothing about it.
A moment later, Zhao Sheng changed into a plain white elixir robe and appeared in the cave at Binghuo Peak.
At this time, in the cave, there was already an elegant-looking old man in red robe waiting in the living room.
As soon as he saw Zhao Sheng appear, the red-robed old man immediately smiled, bowed and said in salute: "Zhao Fu'an of Yizimai, I have met the sixteenth ancestor."
"No gift, here are fifty bottles of Condensation Pill. How much merit can you calculate?"
With that said, Zhao Sheng waved his hand and threw a storage bag to the other party.
Zhao Fu'an laughed even more happily when he heard this. He immediately took out an elixir bottle from the bag, opened the elixir seal, poured out the jade-white Ningzhen elixir, and carefully identified the quality of the elixir.
"Top grade!"
"Top grade!"
"Hey, it's still top quality."
As each high-grade treasure pill came out, Zhao Fu'an's voice became louder and louder, and his emotions became more and more exciting.
He had never interacted with the Sixteenth Ancestor before, and the only information he got was from the ancestors of his own lineage.
Before the ancestor came, he gave many warnings and instructions, saying that he must have a good relationship with the ancestor Qiongtian and never offend him.
When I saw him today, I realized that those "absurd" rumors were actually true.
The Sixteenth Patriarch’s level of alchemy was so high that it was beyond the imagination of the world!
After half an hour, Zhao Fu'an suppressed his emotions of fear and excitement, and replied to Zhao Sheng with great respect: "Sixteenth Ancestor, there are a total of 123 middle-grade and high-grade Condensation Pills, which can be exchanged for great merit.
Three hundred and sixty-one, fifty-seven small merits, totaling 3,615,700 merit points."
In Zhao's exchange system, a little merit is roughly worth a low-grade spiritual stone. But merit can be exchanged for spiritual stones, but spiritual stones cannot also be exchanged for successful virtues.
Each small amount of merit is equivalent to a hundred points of merit, which is also equivalent to a medium-grade spiritual stone.
A great merit is a full 10,000 points of merit, which is equivalent to a high-grade spiritual stone.
The trading levels of merit points, small merits, and great merits range from low to high, and some treasures must be exchanged for small merits or even great merits.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After Zhao Sheng listened, he asked calmly: "Minus these, how much merit do I still owe you Yizimai?"
Zhao Fu'an blurted out: "There are still seven hundred and eighteen great achievements."
Um!
Zhao Sheng nodded and asked: "What kind of elixir do you want to refine next? Are all the elixirs you need ready?"
Hearing this, Zhao Fu'an immediately took out a pile of storage bags and put them on the table. At the same time, he said respectfully: "My ancestor, Mr. Mei, wants to ask for a pill of enlightenment. I have prepared three copies of the elixir needed. I don't know.
Can Zu refine it?"
"Enlightenment Pill?" Zhao Sheng frowned and said nothing.
When Zhao Fu'an saw this, he felt uneasy.
As far as he knew, the ancestor of Qiongtian had refined a furnace of Enlightenment Pills three years ago, and the result was three pills, one of which was even of high quality.
But looking at this situation, the request of our ancestors may be difficult to fulfill.
"Six months is a bit long, but it's not impossible to practice. But..."
Speaking of this, Zhao Sheng suddenly stopped and looked at the other party.
When Zhao Fu'an saw this, he suddenly had an idea in his mind and said immediately: "My ancestor Mei Mei said that one Enlightenment Pill can be worth two hundred great merits. If it is a high-grade water elixir, the merits owed can be written off in one go."
The Enlightenment Pill is a special elixir with a grade as high as the fourth level, and it is also one of the most difficult to refine among the fourth-level elixirs.
If it is a middle- or lower-grade Enlightenment Pill, it can greatly improve understanding and assist the person who takes the pill to understand the Great Way.
Then the high-grade Dao Enlightenment Pill has suddenly undergone some kind of qualitative change. Not only can it greatly improve understanding, but the elixir itself also has natural Dao yin, and refining it can greatly improve the analysis of the Dao.
There are also one or two alchemy masters in the Zhao family in Nantian who can also refine enlightenment pills.
However, what is very incredible is that they have never refined even one high-grade Enlightenment Pill.
Only Zhao Sheng...succeeded!
The top-grade elixir from three years ago... belongs to the water element.
At that time, Zhao Xingyu, the seventh ancestor of the Shen Zi lineage, took this elixir and retreated for two years. When he came out again, he had been promoted from the fifth level of Yuanying to the sixth level, and even vaguely touched the threshold of the late Yuanying stage.
For a time, it shocked the entire clan!
Zhao Fuan's Yizimai Patriarch is also the Water Element Nascent Soul, so naturally he is extremely jealous of him, which is why today's scene happened.
Zhao Sheng knew without thinking that in order to collect all three elixirs, Zhao Zhenhai, the ninth ancestor of Yimai, must have spent a lot of money.
In fact, in terms of time cost and cost performance, refining the Enlightenment Pill is not cost-effective at all.
But... sometimes things don't work out that way.
Zhao Sheng thought for a moment, then nodded and agreed, and at the same time made a small request.
After a while, Zhao Fu'an left Binghuo Peak with a happy face.
In the following days, news gradually spread among the upper echelons of the Zhao family: "'That elder' wants to start practicing Taoist elixir again, and anyone who can prepare the elixir required for the elixir can come."
Just when Zhao's Jin Dan Zhenren and Yuan Ying Ancestor were alarmed by this shocking news, causing another turmoil in the clan.
Zhao Sheng has quietly left Binghuo Peak and arrived at the Wusheng Dojo in the east of Shenlong Valley.
The so-called Martial Saint Dojo is actually a ten-mile city wall shrouded in a super-large gravity formation.
Seen from the sky, this Martial Saint City is like an arrow target crawling on the earth. It is divided into nine circles one after another. The layers are separated by high walls. From the outside to the inside, the farther you go to the inner layer, the gravity becomes
It is proportional to the doubling, and the gravity of the ninth layer in the center is as high as a hundred times.
This Holy City of Martial Arts is the holy land in the minds of hundreds of millions of warriors from the Zhao family, and those who can practice here are unique martial arts wizards.
Six of the eight great Martial Saints of the Zhao family came from here, which shows how powerful the Martial Saint Dojo is!
Not long after, a ray of fire suddenly passed through the formation barrier and landed on the ninth floor of the dojo. This place was completely paved with loess. The hard ground had been stepped on so hard that it was as hard as thousand-year-old black iron.
Zhao Sheng waved his sleeves to remove the firelight, raised his head and immediately saw Zhao Jingyu lying on the rocking chair beside the dojo.
Ten years have passed, and Zhao Jingyu looks even older. All his beard, hair and teeth have fallen out, his face is covered with wrinkles and dark spots, and he has a thick air of death that cannot be concealed.
Of course, he may not have wanted to hide it at all.
Zhao Sheng crossed a hundred feet in one step, appeared in front of Zhao Jingyu, and then sat down on the jade couch next to him unceremoniously.
Zhao Jingyu didn't seem surprised at all by Zhao Sheng's sudden arrival. He still narrowed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.
Zhao Sheng raised his head and looked towards the center of the dojo, where there were six tall and strong figures wearing heavy black iron armor, performing the Taizu Long Fist in a precise manner.
He couldn't be more familiar with Taizu Changquan because it was him who created it.
After looking at it twice, Zhao Sheng said casually: "The qualifications are all good, and there are three people who have achieved great mastery in spiritual communication. Maybe they can produce a Martial Saint root seedling."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Jingyu's rickety body suddenly moved, his eyes opened slightly, and he smiled helplessly: "Haha, they are far behind! If your will is not pure, even if you have unparalleled qualifications, you can't do it. Martial Saint.
..Sigh, it’s not that easy to achieve!”
"Will is ethereal, far less concrete than the manifestation of spiritual thoughts. I am just going to argue again about this martial arts 'will'. Could it be that the will is not pure and cannot achieve the realm of martial saints? I don't believe it!"
Over the word will, Zhao Sheng and Zhao Jingyu debated twice in a row. The first two times were indifferent, and today was the third round.
In Zhao Sheng's view, martial arts will belongs to a certain type of spiritual variant. As long as he masters its spiritual frequency, and with his martial arts cultivation, it is easy to become a martial saint.
But in terms of actual results, he has tried thousands of times and has never been able to guide the power of the cells from the cells. The realm of martial saint is like fishing for the moon in the water, elusive and out of reach.
When he finished speaking, Zhao Jingyu replied calmly: "You are right, will is not the only way to become a martial saint. The ancestors used the power of the soul to successfully guide the power within the cell."
The implication is self-evident, those who have not reached the state of becoming a god cannot even think of becoming a martial saint.
The previous ancestors of the Zhao family all failed. Other top forces like the Sky Splitting Swordsmanship also tried with great efforts, but the final result was only one and a half!
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The inner sword golden elixir that became the Martial Saint clearly possesses the talent to transform into a god, but he was still stuck in the perfection of the golden elixir until he was transformed, and it was always difficult to break it.
Dan Cheng Ying.
The reason is actually due to the Gang Yuan force, because these strange forces originate from the cells in the body, and their nature is more like "Yuan Jing", while Yuan Ying's mana is more like "Yuan Shen".
At least below the realm of becoming gods, these two extremely different extreme powers cannot be compatible at the same time (unless they are controlled by the Yuan Shen.)
Upon hearing what the other party said, Zhao Sheng immediately took out a piece of white paper and stood between the two of them.
"Come, let me feel the so-called 'will' of martial arts again!"
When he said this, Zhao Sheng's spiritual thoughts burst out with all his strength, firmly covering every inch of the white paper.
"Oh, I'm almost dead. If I use my will, my life will be shortened."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Sheng immediately threw out a green pill bottle and said arrogantly: "This bottle contains a pill that will kill the King of Hell. That's enough!"
"Haha! The Sixteenth Patriarch is always so generous in his actions. With this treasure pill, I am willing to do it even if I die now!"
As the word "will" fell, the white paper suddenly split in half from the middle without any warning.
With the powerful spiritual thoughts of the Yuanying monks, he didn't even notice anything strange beforehand.
This... is incredible!
Zhao Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and scanned the two pieces of white paper with his majestic and powerful mind, but he still found nothing.
"What exactly is will?" Zhao Sheng slowly exhaled and asked himself word by word with a solemn expression.
At this time, Zhao Jingyu suddenly responded: "The metaphysics of will are completely different in origin from the divine thoughts that represent spiritual power. If I were to forcefully describe its shape, I can only say that will is pure one and is used to achieve a certain goal.
Concentration and perseverance. Only when the will is extremely pure can the impossible become possible.”
"In addition, you may not know that cells actually have a 'will'?"
Zhao Sheng was shocked when he heard this, and suddenly knew the reason why his spiritual thoughts could not break through the cell barrier.
It turns out that cells also have "will"!
After learning this appalling secret, he fell silent for a moment.