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The Dragon and Tiger Pill requires alchemy masters to collect the yin and yang of heaven and earth, the dragon and tiger gather together, and then use the two rare herbs of dragon blood tree and tiger treasure as the main materials, coupled with more than dozens of auxiliary medicines, to refine the seventy-seven to ninety-nine Geniuses are expected to produce elixirs, but often they are just empty baskets.
A Dragon and Tiger Pill can help people who practice martial arts gather dragons and tigers to blend the twenty internal qi from the twelve main meridians and eight extraordinary meridians, thereby breaking the shackles in one fell swoop and condensing the Dragon and Tiger Golden Pill.
The Concentrating Pill is even more rare. It requires seven-leaf Concentrating Herb as the main medicine. This medicinal material alone is very rare. It is not as precious as the elixir, but it is similar. It is even more difficult to refine. Such a Concentrating Pill, After entering the second-rate dragon and tiger realm, those who are able to assist in martial arts will develop spiritual power and thus enter the spiritual realm.
More than twenty Dragon and Tiger Pills, nine Concentration Pills, and nearly a hundred Open Heaven Pills. In Su Qinian's opinion, they are probably more precious than the tens of thousands of gold and silver he just collected. Even if he has enough silver, he may not be able to buy them. .
At this time, Su Qinian's spirit body penetrated the Hunyuan Qi bag, and the middle-aged mutterings naturally reached his ears.
It seemed that he had taken all the treasures of that old immortal in one pot, but he took them without asking, but he was not ashamed at all. He felt at ease with an unknown strong man who coveted his spiritual body.
It's just that these old immortals who are approaching their end of life have restraints on each other and cherish their lives. No matter how many of their subordinates die, it would be better for them to fight with all their strength. Then there will be no room for change, and no one can be sure to survive under the siege of others. Coming down, precisely because of the madness, they became more cautious towards the end.
"Well, this is..."
Su Qinian saw the last thing he saw, which was a small white jade bottle with the words Hunyuan Yiqi Pill clearly written on it.
Hunyuan Yiqi Pill!
Su Qinian, for example, couldn't help but feel shocked. Although he didn't know how to make alchemy. However, there are many books in the Sutra Collection Building in the outer courtyard of Wudang, and this Hunyuan Yiqi Pill has also been glimpsed. It is clearly the supreme treasure pill that can help second-rate people reach the first-rate realm.
If only this Hunyuan Yiqi Pill were placed in the martial arts world. Even many first-class sects and aristocratic families will fight for it, and the top sects will also be tempted. Maybe the big sects in the country will not go to war over this, but there is definitely no shortage of tempted people in the sect, including top masters in the Hunyuan Realm. Looking at the entire Han Dynasty, after excluding the ten major sects that control the country and the one hundred and eight top sects and aristocratic families, it is enough to run rampant in the martial arts world and do whatever it takes.
Su Qinian's eyes were a little strange. He already believed that the bag of Hunyuan Qi should contain all the belongings of the immortal old man except his weapons. He accepted it more and more happily.
The only pity is that there is a concentration pill. But he didn't have the Seven-leaf Condensing Grass and the Immortal Sun Root that he wanted.
Soon, Su Qinian shook his head again, he was also a little greedy.
In the wilderness, the middle-aged man was moving very fast, and Su Qinian soon showed a surprised expression. The direction this man was going was actually at the foot of Wudang Mountain.
What a deep fort and scheming!
Even if they were hostile to each other, Su Qinian couldn't help but admire the old monster who had never been masked before, and dared to go to the foot of Wudang Mountain to find darkness under the lamp. Even a first-class Hunyuan Realm master would never dare to peek in front of a large mountain gate of a country, as that would most likely attract unbearable malice.
Time passed quickly, a short half day. Su Qinian also gradually sensed clearly that this middle-aged servant's internal cultivation was actually at the second-rate level for the first time. With such cultivation, even without the Hunyuan Qi bag, he would not be able to defeat him.
A few miles away from the foot of Wudang Mountain.
There is a village called Nianwu here, and the village is full of hunters. They are the descendants of some Taoist Taoists on Wudang Mountain. Because they were unable to practice martial arts and no longer wanted to stay on the mountain, some people went down the mountain. After getting married and having children, they settled at the foot of the mountain. As time went by, the Taoist Taoists who came down from the mountain gradually As the number of people increased, the originally small settlement gradually turned into a medium-sized village.
The name of the village, Nianwu, probably also contains a kind of regret. However, most of the villagers in Nianwu Village are strong and strong. Even if some handyman Taoists failed to build the foundation, they have laid the foundation and many innate understandings have appeared in the descendants. Not bad, he became a disciple of Wudang again, successfully established the foundation, and became a disciple of every peak and vein.
To this day, many disciples of each generation in the Wudang Outer Academy come from here, such as Fatty Qingye, who also came out of here back then.
Su Qinian watched the middle-aged servant walk into Nianwu Village, push open the wooden fence door, and walk into a small farmyard. When he entered the house again, his pupils shrank slightly. His eyes were as bright as fire, and he saw that there was something hidden under the bed board. For the elderly couple who had long since lost their breath, the bodies still retained the last trace of warmth.
In the Hunyuan Qi bag, Su Qinian withdrew his gaze and stared at the Ruyi Jun Iron in his hand. He seemed to be aware of his thoughts. The magic iron as big as his little finger trembled lightly, bright yellow, and his aura became a bit fierce.
Slowly pulling out the long red gold sword from his back, Su Qinian's eyes ran over the red gold-like blade, and then he put away the hand that held the Ruyi Jun Iron and held the sword with both hands.
The little finger-sized Ruyi Juntie did not fall to the ground, but floated quietly in the air. Su Qinian took a deep breath and slashed out slowly and firmly without hesitation.
He drew the knife very slowly, so slowly that he could clearly see every trace of it. He had no mercy, but his gaze was so hot that it seemed as if all life had been condensed into it.
This is the sixth death blow.
There had never been a moment when Su Qinian had such a profound understanding of this sword. Something seemed to be coming out in his mind. The sword energy became more and more intense, hotter and brighter than the sun.
clang!
The sword struck the Ruyi Jun Iron, and the impact sounded like the beginning of the world. The entire void in the Hunyuan Qi bag trembled, and the gray mist surged rapidly in all directions.
In the room, the middle-aged servant who had just sat cross-legged and taken a low-grade Vitality Pill, preparing to meditate to restore the lost Qi, suddenly frowned and looked down at the Hunyuan Qi bag on his waist. This primordial artifact did not activate at this time. When it moved, it suddenly expanded like a ball.
In an instant, an unprecedented crisis emerged from the depths of his soul.
The next moment, before he could react at all, the Hunyuan Qi bag, which was as bulging as a ball, suddenly exploded, and a bright yellow light appeared like electricity.
What kind of energy was this? He felt an extremely blazing true intention of swordsmanship. In an instant, he only had time to hold the traceless sword that had been temporarily gifted by the old master at his waist across his chest.
puff!
There was a soft sound, a splash of blood, and the front and back were translucent.
There was a mournful sound from the sword, and the middle-aged servant's eyes were dull. He tried his best to look at his chest with his last glance, and surprisingly only half of the traceless sword was left.
Looking up again, in front of him, the figure of a young man turned from reality to reality, holding a long red gold knife. It seemed that he didn't even bother to look at him. A ray of light from the knife flashed, and his eyes were shrouded in endless darkness.
At this moment, dozens of miles away, on the edge of the Moyun Mountains, an old man with white beard and hair, his energy overflowing, seemed to be able to collapse the vacuum. His eyes were like swords, staring into the void in front of him. In the vast and unpredictable void, there was the sound of swords from time to time. Sonorous, sometimes there is the roar of a knife, and sometimes there is the sound of palm wind and fist.
Suddenly, the old man's expression suddenly changed. He coughed out a stream of blood when he opened his mouth. His beard and hair grew wild, and he became crazy in an instant. He roared: "Damn it! Damn it! Who broke my Hunyuan Qi bag! I'm going to kill you. !Kill you! I will treasure it for the rest of my life!"
With the sudden change, the originally intertwined Qi in the void fell silent, and there was a faint sneer, which quickly disappeared.
call!
Then, the old man disappeared in a flash and reappeared a hundred feet away. He was extremely fast and reached the foot of Wudang Mountain in less than a stick of incense.
No matter how crazy he was, after arriving at the foot of Wudang Mountain, he did not dare to release his spiritual power unscrupulously. The Zhenwu Seven-section Sword Formation of Wudang's town sect was very sensitive to the Qi of the first-class Hunyuan realm. If it were not for the heart of Wudang's direct descendant, Once detected, the law will be locked automatically and cannot be released unless someone from Tianzhu Peak issues a decree.
The old man's self-suppressed and turbulent emotions were forged by the blood of countless first-rate figures in the past dynasties, even demon masters above the demon master level.
Nianwu Village.
In a flash, the old man escaped the eyes and ears of countless people and entered the previously agreed-upon courtyard. The moment he entered the house, the old man saw a familiar dead-eyed head placed on the bed board, and The remaining headless bodies were kneeling in front of the bed.
The most important thing is that on the face of the head, there is a word engraved on the left and right sides. It is bloody, the blade is sharp, and the murderous intention is awe-inspiring.
"Wait to die!"
The old man almost gritted his teeth and read it out. Seeing the fragments of the Hunyuan Yiqi bag scattered all over the ground, he was so distressed that he almost went crazy. Not to mention how precious the Hunyuan Yiqi bag was, he had an adventure in his early years and got a piece of the psychic beast Hunyuan by chance. The animal skin of the beast, this kind of psychic beast that is in harmony with the void, even the top figures who prove the Tao Yuan Shen have a hard time chasing its traces.
Then he asked a well-connected top soul figure who was now incarnate to refine this Hunyuan Qi bag for him. He paid a huge price, and there were many treasures in the bag, including gold and silver. He values it, but he has worked hard all his life and spent almost a hundred years to refine and save many pills, but they were taken away like this. He was mad with hatred. At this time, he clenched his fists, and the energy around his body surged, but he did not dare to break it. Out of the body.
"Shu Zi! I will definitely take your life!"
Finally, the old man roared like a normal person, his beard and hair danced, turned around and rushed out of the house. In a few flashes, he left the village and rushed into the wilderness.
At this time, at the foot of Wudang Mountain, in front of the Jie Jian Stone.
Su Qinian stood with his sword behind his back. He looked into the distance with a solemn and focused gaze. Although he did not get any luck or fortune this time when he went down the mountain, the insights and experiences he gained along the way were extremely valuable experiences in his future practice. At the same time, he also understood that since he had assumed the glory of the tenth level of the top foundation-building skill, he had to bear the many catastrophes caused by it, whether natural or human.
He longs for power more and more. Many times, these calamities not only target him, but also affect everyone around him. Only by strengthening himself as soon as possible can he cope with various variables without being arbitrarily influenced. (Please give me a monthly ticket, please subscribe, please support the genuine subscription.) (To be continued.)
