In the center surrounded by mountains, an ancient altar stands.
The altar is huge, surrounded by three huge stone tablets engraved with dense text. In the center is an iron needle that shines brightly and flows with an unknown liquid. At the top of the iron needle is a demon that keeps roaring.
, as huge as a mountain, but was nailed into iron needles and unable to resist.
A group of monks holding whisks lowered their heads and chanted loudly, but strangely, no sound was heard.
Suddenly, white light began to shine on the tops of the mountains around the altar.
"The time has come."
A white-haired old man descended from the sky holding Ruyi in his hand.
The monks shook their whisks.
The white-haired old man left Ruyi behind, and Ruyi was divided into three parts, like keys, embedded in three stone tablets.
In an instant, the altar burst into dazzling white light.
Holy and pure.
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In the wild wilderness, in the bamboo forest.
A group of ten people looked at the mountains glowing in the distance.
"The altar is opened, and the demons are transformed."
Guan Ling looked solemn and said, "It's time for us to hit the road."
Anchang took out a palm-sized compass and dripped blood into it.
The other eight people, including the newly joined Zang Rongrong, all joined together.
The compass flashed a few times, and the long iron needle in the center was fixed between "auspicious" and "unfortunate".
"It's not auspicious, it's not bad, it's not bad."
Anchang said with a sigh of relief: "If there is no bad omen, even if this trip is dangerous, it is not a dead end."
Guan Ling smiled and said: "Not only is it not a dead end, it is already a good omen for what we want to do."
Zang Rongrong retorted, "It's neither auspicious nor unlucky. How can it be a good omen? This trip is unpredictable."
Anchang looked calm and did not speak. The divination compass was dripping with his blood and calculated his life. Good or bad luck was also his own. However, he was walking with everyone, so to a certain extent, it was counted as ten people.
fortune.
Guan Ling glanced at Zang Rongrong, not wanting to argue with others on this matter, and asked everyone to pack up and prepare to leave.
...
"Have you brought anything?"
On one side of the bamboo forest, Jiang Caizhu asked in a low voice.
Opposite her was a bearded man with a very low presence.
"Bring it."
The long-bearded man didn't seem to want to say more, so he changed the subject and said, "When you get to the deserted town, don't conflict with Zang Rongrong again. It's easy to do bad things."
"Haha, I just deliberately provoked her." Jiang Caizhu said with a proud face and sneered, "Zang Rongrong thought I didn't know that he and Jiang Bingxin had slept together."
"What does this have to do with you?" The bearded man frowned.
Jiang Caizhu glared at him, "Are you stupid? The magic tool of the Bone Evil Spirit is on Jiang Bingxin. If he doesn't come, we will lack a helper. We can only deal with Zang Rongrong, that bitch, by relying on the Evil Evil Spirit alone."
The long-bearded man fell into deep thought and said slowly: "You still refuse to tell where the secret technique came from? I went back and looked carefully. This is not an ordinary secret technique."
"Of course it's unusual. Ordinary, do you think Zang Rongrong would take the bait? There are monks in her family, so how could she not have a way to raise monsters?" Jiang Caizhu said calmly.
"and you......"
"Don't ask so many questions."
The bearded man wanted to ask more questions, but Jiang Caizhu cut him off sharply.
"Let's go. If you delay for too long, they will become suspicious."
"I'm scared too." The bearded man looked painful.
"Afraid?" Jiang Caizhu sneered, "Can you become a monk if you are afraid?"
However, there is only one evil spirit. The bearded man did not say the last words.
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"promote."
Chen Qingyan's face was pale and he knelt on one knee. As he silently chanted, the source point decreased a little.
He closed his eyes, and the depleted energy and blood in his body suddenly increased a lot.
The aura that was originally a little unstable gradually calmed down.
After a long time, Chen Qingyan opened his eyes.
——Gu Yuan Gong (realm of Yuan Dan, one turn of Yuan Refining, eighth level)
"The power of Yuan Dan cannot be used, and the strength is still not enough."
Chen Qingyan looked at a puddle of wetness not far away, walked over and picked up the Zhaoxie knife that was almost scrapped on the ground, with a depressed look on his face.
He glanced at the source point with only "7" points left, and sighed again.
These source points are enough for him to practice Gu Yuan Gong to the second level of perfection. At that time, he can use the power of Yuan Dan, and his strength will also be comprehensively improved.
But, he didn't want to just use it.
Because after promotion, his source points will only be two.
What's more important is that once he starts to use the power of Yuan Dan, his Yuan-Guarding Skill ends there.
Refining the essence once is the symbol of the inner disciples of Lingu. Logically speaking, this is a realm that the outer disciples long for but cannot reach.
But how could Chen Qingyan be satisfied with this?
Each of the Sixteen Hidden Scales, after refining the essence for the third time, refined the ferocious gods and evil spirits and broke through to become monks. Compared with ordinary monks, their strength is as strong as Tianyuan. They are even more powerful than Jin Yang, Hongdu and others.
Chen Qingyan has a training room and a source point. No matter how low his goal is, he is still at the level of Yinlin Sixteenth Son.
And he still has a hidden worry.
Once you use the power of Yuan Dan, you can no longer hide your cultivation level.
When the power of Yuan Dan ends, no one can detect it.
Once activated, the Yuan Dan immediately changes from a black pill to a red pill. Within a few days, the vitality in the body is replaced by the power of the Yuan Dan. How to hide the brilliant brilliance of the pill?
He thought of the "Mysterious Veil", the only spiritual weapon in his hand. After thinking about it for a while, he secretly made a decision, "If the situation forces us, we can only transform it."
But in this way, your own news channels will be blocked.
Since he obtained the mysterious veil, during this period of time, he has collected a lot of useful information through the mist people from all over the world in the Qianmianhui General Altar, no matter whether it is needed now or not.
Just like the Internet, you can be different, but you can't live without it. Otherwise, how can you understand the big and small things that happen in Huangxie?
"First Evolution"
If a big demon appeared near Chongyue Ancient Town, he might be able to get the news in advance from these people.
When the time comes, whether you want to run or stay, you have to be prepared.
Chen Qingyan is only an outer disciple now, so even if something big happens, he will not be informed.
Depending on the height of the station, the scenery seen is also different.
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But at the foot of the mountain, everything he saw and heard was blocked by mountains, and the world within his field of vision was limited.
"Since we can't rely on ourselves, we can only rely on external forces."
Chen Qingyan stroked his fingers on the pitted gaps of the Zhaoxie knife,
"Honeycomb red stone, colorful river sand, and if we find a few more ores, the magic weapon can be refined."
But no.
He is not a monk yet and cannot imprint a complete forbidden formation into the embryo.
However, there is no absolute in everything in this world.
Things are dead, people are alive.
The reason why a weapon refiner is able to refine weapons is that he knows how to arrange formations according to materials.
Chen Qingyan's nine-level "formation" and "weapon refining skills" can be said to be the best among all the unqualified disciples in the Weapon Refining Hall and the Formation Hall.
There is a kind of thing, although it is not a magic weapon, it can exert a power that is not weaker than that of a magic weapon.
That is the "weapon of formation".
"The vitality of one refining is enough. Perhaps, I can build myself a set of weapons, using swords as weapons, integrating two weapons, three talents, four images, and five elements, which can be divided and combined into residual formations. Hmm.
..It is best to have a suitable formation for me to improve. The Liangyi formation is too simple, and its power is limited if it is not the force of heaven and earth. The three talents are balanced, and the four images are okay..."
Buzz.
Just as Chen Qingyan was deep in thought, the Leile Mountains behind him suddenly emitted a dazzling white light, extremely blazing.
Chen Qingyan looked at the second moon that seemed to be embedded in the mountains, and was greatly shocked.
He knew that this great formation, which borrowed the power of heaven and earth, was finally activated.
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