Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 5: Open the furnace to make alchemy
The entire space seemed to be frozen, completely frozen. "I Dedication"
The breeze no longer flows, the white clouds no longer float, and even the dust stagnates in the air.
With a light sigh, the world is frozen, everything is frozen, so majestic, worthy of being an invincible emperor of peace!
The old man in the red robe looked grim and raised the palm of Thunder, hoping to slap Ling Xian to death.
Situ Nan looked nervous, clenched his hands into fists, and looked at Ling Xian very worried.
The only similarity between the two is that neither of them can move, as if they had been given a hold-up method, maintaining the posture before the sky and the earth were frozen, without moving.
The only one who can move is Ling Xian. The corners of his mouth are raised slightly, revealing a smile that has left him alive.
He also heard a sigh, knowing that Emperor Ping Chao was helping him, so he didn't hesitate to tie the goddess silk to the wrist of the red-robed old man who was standing still.
The next second, the mighty force faded, everything recovered as before, as if nothing had happened.
The only thing that has undergone earth-shaking changes is the old man in the red robe. His palm is still raised high, but there is no thunder shining on it, but an extra thread on the wrist. .
A thin, crystal-clear purple thread.
"This is... Binding God Silk!"
The red-robed old man's complexion changed drastically, he looked at the thread on his wrist, and then at the boy on the opposite side, gritted his teeth and said: "When was it tied to my wrist? Damn ants, I must kill you! "
"Kill me?"
Ling Xian seemed to have heard a funny joke, and the corner of his mouth raised, and said: "Do you still have that ability? You have gotten the sacred silk, and you want to use magic power, so stop dreaming."
Situ Nan in the distance also flew over and looked at the thunderous red-robed old man, haha laughed: "Well, I don't think you have today, see if you dare to be arrogant!"
"You, you guys, **** it, wait for me. The **** silk can't bind me forever. When I recover, I must cut you a thousand times!" The red robe old man looked stern and lost his mana. Although he can still float in the sky, he can't cast any spells.
"Thousands of knives?" Ling Xian's mouth was slightly tilted, and in the horrified gaze of the red-robed old man, he slapped him with a slap.
Slap!
The old man in the red robe covered the left half of his face, staring at Ling Xian with dull eyes, unable to believe what was happening in front of him.
Have you been beaten?
Being beaten by an ant during the refining period?
"An idiot who can't see the situation in front of me, now I am a knife, you are a fish, and I dare to be as arrogant as just now, not knowing whether to live or die!" Ling Xian sneered, and slapped him over. "I more and more complete"
Slap!
There was another crisp sound, and the red robe old man rushed into the crown and roared to the sky: "Damn ants, how dare you to insult me like this? I must make you better than death!"
Although his mana was imprisoned by the sacred silk, unable to resist Lingxian’s attack, his own tyrannical body was still there, so Lingxian could not hurt him, even leaving handprints on his face. But being slapped by a monk in the Qi refining period is a shame in itself.
He is a strong man in the pill-forming stage, even if he is slapped by the strong in the Nascent Soul stage, it is a great insult, let alone a Qi-refining monk who he regards as the generation of ants?
This made him full of resentment, staring at Ling Xian with his eyes, swearing that the person in front of him must be broken into pieces.
"Okay, I'll wait." Ling Xian raised the corner of his mouth, opened bow with both hands, and slapped the old man seven or eight consecutive slaps.
"Papa Papa Papa Papa......"
A series of crisp noises sounded.
"Ah!"
A earth-shattering roar sounded, and the red-robed old man was full of grief and anger, and his whole body began to tremble, but his figure was imprisoned, his mana was imprisoned, and he could only watch Ling Xian's palm fall on his face. There is no resistance at all.
Looking at the red-robed old man who was full of anger, Ling Xian's expression gradually cooled down, and said: "Although I still can't help you, but you remember, at most ten years, I will definitely cut off your head by myself. "
"Ling Xian, I'm very weak now, I can't hurt his pill-forming body at all, and the bound **** silk can only trap him for half an hour at most, so let's go first." Situ Nan on the side He suddenly spoke, his shoulders were still bleeding, his face pale and scary.
"Well, that's okay." Ling Xian nodded, then landed on the Shenxingzhou, and found that the object had been destroyed by the red robe old man and could not continue flying. He couldn't help but frown, and muttered to himself: "It seems, You can only fly with Jiutianyi."
After speaking, he slowly stretched out the Nine Heavens Divine Wings, grabbed Situ Nan's shoulders, and led him to gallop northward.
Looking at the backs of Lingxian and two of them leaving, the red-robed old man smiled grimly, and said to himself: "Run, run as much as you want, you think I will be **** with **** silks, I won't be able to catch you Come on, hey, let's go, kid, I will make you pay for what you just did, and regret it!"
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The ancient trees here are towering and full of greenery. It is a large forest that stretches for thousands of miles.
In a gloomy cave, Situ Nan's face was pale, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, which shows how much pain he is suffering at this time.
Ling Xian was also turbulent with blood, and his eyes were a little dim. He suffered a trace of thunder from the old man in red, and his injury was no less serious, but compared to Situ Nan, his injury was not serious, at least he could move freely. .
Just now, he and Situ Nan rushed all the way, originally intending to go directly to the Ten Thousand Sword Sect. However, Situ Nan’s injuries were too serious to travel long distances. Therefore, Ling Xian had to find a place first. Settle in.
Ling at Situ Nan, whose face was distorted by pain, Ling Xian gave a wry smile and said: "Elder Situ, do you not bring healing medicine when you go out?"
"Hey, I left Wan Jianzong this time to execute a sect, but the enemy was stronger. Although I completed the task, I had eaten all the medicine for healing. Now, the storage There is no pill in the bag either." Situ Nan twitched at the corner of his mouth, revealing a reluctant smile.
Ling Xian furrowed his brows tightly, feeling quite tricky, and at the same time regretting his carelessness. If he had an alchemy furnace in his hand, he would naturally be able to refine healing pills, and he would not be where he is today.
With a light sigh, Ling Xian asked with an attitude of trying it out, "Elder Situ, do you have a pill refining furnace in your hand...?"
"This..." Situ Nan was taken aback, pondered for a moment, and said: "It seems that there really is one, it is a prize I won from a competition, but unfortunately I don't understand the way of alchemy, and I have always been idle in the corner. , What do you ask this for?"
Ling Xian's spirit was lifted. Originally, he didn't hold much hope. He didn't expect Situ Nan to have it. This made him overjoyed and said with a smile: "Naturally it is alchemy."
"Do you know how to make alchemy?" Situ Nan's eyes flashed with surprise, and then he fell into a burst of ecstasy. He suffered a serious injury. If there is no pill, the self-healing ability of the body may not wait for the injury to heal. , People have returned to the West.
"Of course it will." Ling Xian nodded with a smile.
"Well, wait, I'll bring it to you." Situ Nan looked happy, and hurriedly poked the spirit into the storage bag, rummaging for a long time, and finally took out a purple Danding from it.
This tripod is half-person tall, and the whole body is purple. It is engraved with sun, moon, stars, flowers, birds, fish, and insects. It is vivid and lifelike, with a layer of lavender light flowing slowly, and it looks like it is not inferior in quality.
"Good tripod!" Ling Xian's eyes lit up.
"That is, this tripod is a prize I won. It's quite extraordinary." Situ Nan smiled, his eyes couldn't hide his anxiety, and said: "Ling Xian, you hurry up and make alchemy, my old bones It won’t last long."
"Elder Situ, please wait a moment." Ling Xian soothed him, and then immersed in his mind. The lower part of the Alchemy Sutra, the Supreme Inheritance of the Alchemy, came to mind, and various pills with miraculous effects quickly passed by. .
The "Pill Sutra" was written by the elixir refining the sky. It records his lifelong learning and condenses his lifelong effort. Before the inheritance of the pill ancestors is not present, it can be called the highest inheritance of the alchemy. The upper part records the alchemy experience summarized by the elixir, while the lower part contains many alchemy recipes created by the sky, or he thinks it is not bad,
After a while, Ling Xian earnestly searched for the pill prescriptions recorded in the "Pill Sutra", and finally, a kind of pill called Shengshengbuxi Pill came into view.
The grade of this pill is not high, only eight grades, but the treatment effect on trauma is quite remarkable, which is very suitable for Ling Xian's current pill realm and Situ Nan's injury.
More importantly, this pill only needs five elixir to be refined, and it just so happens that Lingxian has these five elixir.
"You are really lucky, Elder Situ, I have already thought of the pill that can cure your injury." Ling Xian quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh?" Situ Nan's eyes suddenly burst out, and he asked eagerly: "What kind of pill?"
"Life is endless, has Elder Situ ever heard of it?" Ling Xian smiled slightly, took out five shining elixir from the storage bag, and wiped the dust on the purple pill cauldron. Ready to open the furnace for alchemy.
"I haven't heard of it, what grade is it?" Situ Nan shook his head. He is not an alchemist, so naturally he is not very familiar with pills.
"Eight-Rank." Ling Xian replied.
"It's only 8-Rank..." Situ Nan sighed lightly, his injury was not light, let alone an 8-Rank Spirit Pill, even a 7-Rank might not be able to heal it, so when I heard Ling Xian talk about refining When the pill that was made was only 8-rank, his eyes suddenly revealed a hint of disappointment, saying: "The eight-rank is the 8-rank, it is better than nothing, but you can refine the 8-rank pill at a young age, tusk. , It seems that your talent on the alchemy path is not weak."
"Elder Situ praised, wait for a while, and you will be able to refine it soon." Ling Xian smiled faintly, he noticed the disappointment flashing in Situ Nan's eyes, but he didn't say much. After the pill is finished ~IndoMTL.com~ everything will come to light.
After placing the five elixir separately, Ling Xian took a deep breath and adjusted the spirit to the peak state.
Actually, since he came out of the secret realm, since he killed too many monsters and swallowed a lot of monster souls, his power of divine soul has already broken through to the eighth rank realm.
Therefore, he dared to refine the Pill of Endless Life.
Ling Xian held his breath and held his breath, a force of spirit and soul rushed into the pill cauldron, activating the magic circle in it, and then he slowly stretched out his right hand, and a group of silver-white flames blazed out.
With a flick of his fingers, the flames of the Evil God Fen poured into the pill cauldron, instantly turning into a raging fire, permeating the whole pill cauldron, and the temperature in the cave suddenly increased.
Looking at the leaping silver-white flame, Situ Nan's body was shocked, and there was a trace of disbelief in his eyes, and he lost his voice: "This is... the legendary sacred fire?"
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