Chapter 693 Sitting (Congratulations for the mysterious mentally handicapped!)
"well…"
Back mountain.
After casually burning several foundation-building demon cultivators to death, Aaron scattered their ashes in the elixir garden and sighed quietly.
He was actually not too worried about the changes in his sect.
Because I don't care, I don't care...
Even Bai Caiwei is like that...
He is worried about his own problems.
After all, Old Monster Fang's vest is already over 400 years old, and in another hundred years it will definitely reach the lifespan of a pill-forming monk!
By then, this play will no longer be able to continue!
"However, I can declare to the outside world that I have obtained a life-extending elixir. If the elixir can live for another hundred years, why can't I?"
"However, this policy treats the symptoms but not the root cause..."
"And more than a hundred years is too short, what can be done? Do you need to open a new vest? Hmm...accept a closed disciple, let him build elixirs for a hundred years, and then with this vest, he can continue to work for more than four hundred years
Year…"
Aaron prefers the latter option.
He even thought of a name for this sixth disciple, and he called him ‘Song Zhong!
"My surname is Song and my surname is Zhong. It's good to pay my last respects to me..."
Aaron has become quite adept at creating a completely non-existent person.
For example, he will announce to the public after a while that he has accepted a closed disciple.
In fact, this closed disciple does not exist at all...
Then every once in a while, he would disguise himself as this person, showing off the strength of foundation building, late-stage foundation building, and pill formation...
It's just a repeat of what happened to the ancestors of the Li family.
"Even if it's a little embarrassing, it's better than running away if you can't perform anymore!"
Aaron returned to the cave, picked up a five-hundred-year-old elixir, and began to hone his alchemy skills.
Identity is still a question a hundred years from now.
At this time, the only thing he focused on was to use low-level elixirs to maximize his alchemy skills, and then refine the batch of thousand-year-old elixirs into suitable elixirs!
Time flies.
In the blink of an eye, more than a hundred years have passed...
In the cave.
Aaron looked at the copper alchemy furnace in front of him, his face full of caution.
"go!"
After calculating the time, he played a dazzling magic formula, which turned into strands of brilliance and disappeared into the alchemy furnace.
The elixir furnace was filled with colorful lights, and a refreshing medicinal fragrance faintly emerged, even penetrating the formation and reaching the outside world...
Xiao Qing, who was guarding the door, stretched her neck and greedily sucked in the red pepper incense.
"out!"
Aaron's expression was solemn and he patted the alchemy furnace.
The huge stove lid flew up out of thin air, and clouds of auspicious clouds like Ganoderma lucidum emerged.
And among the auspicious clouds, a bright elixir with nine star points of light on the elixir body was slowly emerging.
Seeing this scene, Aaron didn't dare to be careless at all.
He had failed in the final steps of condensing and collecting elixirs twice before.
If it still fails this time, the thousand-year-old Nine-Eyed Begonia as the main material will be exhausted!
Fortunately, he is an old monster who has lived for thousands of years. The more serious things happen to Aaron, the more calm he becomes.
With the thought that he would have to wait another thousand years, he executed a set of elixir collection techniques with great fluency, making the elixir's brilliance restrained and the elixir tremble slightly.
But in the end, it did not explode or deteriorate, but stabilized.
"Nine Star Pill...It's done!"
A trace of joy appeared on Aaron's face, he put the Nine Star Pill into the jade bottle properly, and then let out a long breath.
Over the past hundred years, he relied on a lot of practice to sharpen his alchemy skills to the third level of perfection.
Then, most of the thousand-year-old spiritual herbs were refined into elixirs that enhance mana.
It was only recently, when I thought that my alchemy skills had reached its peak and there was no further progress, that I began to refine the ‘Nine Star Pill!
Facts have proved that this elixir is really difficult, and I even used a substitute.
Even though the process was handled perfectly, it encountered a fixed failure rate and failed twice in a row.
"Fortunately... I finally succeeded for the last time!"
Aaron glanced at the attribute panel:
Name: Fang Yu (Aaron) Talent: Immortality Age: 1300 Realm: Middle stage of elixir formation Skill: Fifteenth level of Mingyu Jue (10333/20000) Spell: Skill: Third level alchemy (10000/10000)
"Finally, it's not easy to fully master a third-level skill."
"With a large number of elixirs and nine-star pills... maybe... I can advance to the late stage of pill formation as soon as possible?"
"My sense of security has improved a lot. Even though the Black Demon Sect has been using a lot of tricks recently, I'm not afraid anymore."
As soon as Aaron rolled up his sleeves and left the seclusion, he saw Xiaoqing.
"Owner"
Xiaoqing stared at Aaron pitifully with her big innocent eyes.
"Don't look at it, I'm immune to your tricks. When I was a kid, I used to call it cute, but now it's scary!"
Being stared at by the dragon head and a pair of ferocious eyes, Aaron didn't feel cute at all and stepped directly on Xiaoqing's back: "Go to the Medicine King's Hall!"
I learned from the previous experience of being in seclusion for too long, and almost changed my surname when I came out of the Yao Wang Sect.
Aaron then went into seclusion and would go out from time to time to prevent Shen Le from causing trouble again.
"The ancestor has come out of seclusion!"
Xiaoqing howled loudly, and the sound shook the surrounding area, causing one by one the foundation-building monks to rush to the Medicine King's Hall.
Aaron sat unceremoniously on the main seat and lazily looked at the people below.
Well, Shen Le is still number one.
However, this disciple also looked very old. When he saw Aaron was still there, a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes.
But he still bowed down: "I have met Master."
"Meet the Supreme Elder..."
The new sect leader is a monk in the middle stage of foundation building and leads the other monks in the ceremony.
Um….
The old foundation builder that Aaron had previously designated died of old age within a few years, and he had to appoint a new sect leader.
Moreover, Aaron felt that it was a good idea to let the foundation-building monks serve as the sect leader, at least the rotation would be quick...so as not to be obsessed with power.
After years of fine-tuning, the so-called Yaowang Sect Master has completely transformed into the position of an administrative officer. Although it sounds nice, it is just that.
"That's all...get up, everyone."
Aaron coughed and looked a little weak: "Have the people sent to Daqian come back? Where is my great disciple?"
Although he doesn't care much about when Bai Caiwei will return, Aaron has to adopt this attitude to show that his life is not long...
"Master Qi, not yet!"
Shen Le stepped out to answer, feeling happy in his heart.
'Is this old guy going to die soon? You can't really tell from the appearance of this beauty-preserving skill... But you still want to find Bai Caiwei to take over? Humph...'
He also felt a little regretful. Even though he used his connections with the Black Demon Sect, he only found out that this woman went to Daqian to explore a secret place, and then there was no news at all...
"waste!"
Aaron was furious: "Why don't you send someone to look for him quickly? Ahem... where is my sixth disciple Song Zhong?"
"Tai Shang Elder... you just sent Senior Brother Song out to carry out the mission, have you forgotten?" The sect leader bravely came out to answer.
"oh oh…"
Aaron patted his head and his expression suddenly darkened, acting like an old fool trying to pretend to be calm again!
"Let's all disperse!"
Shen Le Cave Mansion.
"The old guy is dying, and he's starting to get confused..."
Shen Le paced back and forth, looking very excited.
The Demonic Pill Formation also used the secret technique of avatar, possessing a puppet, and analyzed from the side: "Old Monster Fang sent people to find Bai Caiwei, maybe to take over, or maybe it was just a blindfold. Your sixth junior brother should also pay special attention to him. What’s the origin?”
"I don't know, that was brought back by the old guy suddenly." Shen Le sneered: "Maybe he is the old guy's illegitimate son who wants to form a pill? It's still a wishful thinking! And counting the days...the old guy's end is just around the corner!"
At this point, his expression finally became a little uneasy: "But why isn't he dead? I have a feeling that my lifespan is almost up..."
"this…"
The magic sect's Dan Jie is also a little confused: "The Dan Jie monks have five hundred lifespans, but it is not evenly distributed. Some Dan Jie ancestors were seriously injured when they were young and their vitality was greatly damaged. They may live to be four hundred, fifty or sixty years old before passing away. ...There are also some ancestors of pill formation who are good at maintaining their health and take good care of themselves. It is not a big problem to live until the age of 550... As for your longevity, if you use the secret method of blood sacrifice to form pills, you will be lucky to live to 500 years old. Indeed. It's a bit dangerous... If you die before the old guy, all your previous plans will become a joke!"
"I am very loyal to the Black Demon Sect! Master Messenger, you have to help me!" Shen Le said quickly.
"Sigh... there is nothing we can do. For example, one pill of our secret medicine 'Blood Spirit Pill' can extend the life of a pill monk for a hundred years. The effect of the second pill is halved, and the third pill is ineffective..."
This pill-forming demon cultivator is obviously weighing and struggling...
After all, this is a life-extending elixir that is extremely rare in the entire Far West!
Is it too wasteful to just feed the dog like this?
Of course, it is precisely because Shen Le is a dog who has been hit by the Netherworld Heart-Eating Curse that he absolutely cannot betray... And he has invested so much before, and the sunk cost is too high, which makes him hesitant and hesitant...
"You are lucky"
After a long time, the Black Demon Sect monk finally made a decision: "In the past, even if I sold you, it would not be worth a Blood Spirit Pill, but our Black Demon Sect will make big moves recently... If you can survive At that time, maybe it will be more helpful to our sect to take charge of the Medicine King Sect in advance, so I will try to go back and apply for you."
"If this can be accomplished, the merits of the envoy will not be forgotten!"
When Shen Le heard about the hope of extending his life, he was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly.
After thanking him, he hesitated and said uneasily: "When it comes to life extension, I thought of one more thing... The old guy's alchemy skills have definitely reached the third level. Don't let him exchange for some life extension spiritual objects, or even refine them by himself. Here comes the life-extending elixir..."
"Hehe... Life-extending spiritual objects in the Far West are extremely rare. Even if they exist, they are still in the hands of other pill-forming ancestors. Who would be willing to exchange their lives?"
The envoy of the Black Demon Sect sneered: "As for refining it yourself? The elixir refined by the third-level alchemy technique can extend your life for up to several decades, and if you take too much, you will develop drug resistance, and the effect will decrease crazily. The required materials are even more precious... And, isn’t this about you? Give the old guy some trouble in refining alchemy. Even if you can’t defeat that tortoise, you can also start with auxiliary materials. I will give you a list later, and the materials on it are all It’s a common auxiliary material for life-extending elixirs in the Far West. Isn’t it difficult for you to take advantage of the opportunity to cause harm in the acquisition?”
Chen Le's eyes gradually lit up...
Inside Houshan Cave Mansion.
Aaron meditated in seclusion, took out a jade bottle from the magic bag, poured a round pill from it, and stuffed it into his mouth.
He threw away the jade bottle.
This high-quality mutton-fat white jade bottle actually only contains this elixir.
When the elixir enters the abdomen, it immediately transforms into a powerful spiritual energy that penetrates all the limbs and bones.
Aaron immediately closed his eyes and ran the Mingyu Jue, silently digesting this spiritual energy.
A few hours later, he opened his eyes and glanced at the skill column:
Kung Fu: Level 15 of Ming Yu Jue (10433/20000)
"That's right... One pill of 'Three Yang Pills' can increase your proficiency by a hundred points... With my hard training, the progress of my skills will be greatly accelerated..."
To be honest, as the thousand-year appointment approaches, Aaron also feels that a storm is coming.
Even if we don’t talk about premonitions, just in the far west, the Black Demon Sect’s small actions of dividing the helm are becoming more and more frequent. This is the best proof!
"At a glance, it's only been two hundred years since the oath ended."
"Maybe it's time to contact the Jindan forces in the Far Western countries and form the Far Western Alliance again?"
To be honest, Aaron is a very nostalgic person.
After staying in Yaowang Mountain for so long, I have become a little sentimental and don’t want to move.
And even if we move, how many places in the world are safer than the extreme west?
You can't just go and stay in the mortal world!
"Work hard not to move"
"When the war is not going well, I will run away again!"
"Strength...Whether it's a sense of security or something else, in the final analysis, you still have to have strength!"
With this thought, Aaron took out another third-level elixir, swallowed it, and continued to practice...
Ten years later.
Aaron received the teleportation message and it turned out that Shen Le had made an excuse to come to see him.
In fact, the main reason is to see if he will die of old age...
Aaron feigned ignorance and summoned this incompetent disciple.
When she saw him sitting on the longevity turtle, Shen Le lowered his head and cursed in his heart: "This old guy is really alive!"
Another ten years have passed...
Aaron took the initiative to summon Shen Le.
Shen Le had already swallowed the Blood Spirit Pill and saluted confidently: "Master... are you okay, old man?"
"It's not bad...I recently refined a life-extending elixir. This old bone can still live for many more years!"
Aaron looked at Shen Le's dull eyes and couldn't help laughing.
"Damn... why did the old guy make a life-extending elixir?"
"This is your problem. Fortunately, the third-level elixir won't extend your life for too long. Sooner or later, you will be able to outlast him. Just wait...be patient."
"I...I'm a little uneasy. Can the emperor give me another blood elixir?"
"roll!!"
Ten years after ten years….
During this period of time, Aaron had the Zhuanyan technique and looked fine, but Shen Le became more and more old and weak at a speed visible to the naked eye...
After all, he had made a trick by making pills. Even if he swallowed the Blood Spirit Pill to extend his life, it would not be able to replenish the previous loss of vitality. On the occasion of Aaron's 1,400th birthday, he made a special trip out of seclusion to see this old apprentice.
At this time, Shen Le could only lie on the bed, dying...
After all, Shen Le is almost six hundred years old. As the ancestor of Dan Jie, his life is undoubtedly very successful.
But at this moment, looking at the smiling master, his eyes were full of despair: "Ten years after ten years...the old man will never die.
You play me?"
"My dear disciple, where do you start with these words?"
Aaron coughed weakly a few times: "Ahem... I'll tell you the truth... I'm exhausted as a teacher... The deadline is just in these few days... If you want to take over, you might as well wait a little longer... Ahem..."
"Get out of here!"
Shen Le uttered a curse word and cursed wildly in his heart. This is it! This is how he is about to run out of gas!
This old immortal has maintained this appearance in front of him for decades!
Every time, he comforted himself that the old man's life was not long, and even in turn advised the Black Demon Sect's helmsman, who had become impatient, not to take action, but to just persevere and persevere... He would definitely win!
But he never expected that he would be tortured to death by this old guy!!!
When he was about to die, he finally tore off the disguise and mask of kindness and filial piety in the past. He cursed and struggled to raise his hand: "I am not willing to do so."
After all, a breath of spiritual energy dissipated, the golden elixir disintegrated, the palm fell, and he just sat down and passed away. Ps: Well, I’d like to ask for forgiveness. By the way, please vote and subscribe to Qidian!
