Ji Liao picked all the Yuyang flowers and then turned back to Fuxian Palace.
He walked all the way to the alchemy room that had been prepared for him.
In terms of space and decoration, this alchemy room is far inferior to Daozi's alchemy room. It can be described as a palace or a ruined temple.
But what is Daozi's identity? He is a well-known alchemy sage, and the alchemy room is naturally indispensable.
Although Ji Liao is a little worse here, he is still the master of a peak, and the alchemy room is not much worse. At least it is better than the ones above.
There is an alchemy furnace standing in the middle of the alchemy room. This alchemy furnace is light silver, gourd-shaped, with a hollow surface and engraved patterns of auspicious clouds. It looks very good.
Ji Liao closed his eyes slightly and sensed the fluctuations emanating from the alchemy furnace, and he realized that it had also reached the level of a mysterious treasure.
Ji Liao nodded with satisfaction, turned over and jumped, a white cloud immediately formed under him and dragged him in the air.
Afterwards, Ji Liao sat down cross-legged, took out the Peak Master's Order, and waved it towards the open door.
Just as a bang was heard, the door closed.
Ji Liao looked away. He did not start to refine the elixir first, but patted the storage bag and took out the wooden box sent by Hu Huanqiu.
With a move of his fingers, the lid of the wooden box immediately opened half a minute.
A neatly rolled piece of snow-white silk appeared inside.
Ji Liao took it out, held the two corners and shook it, and the silk unfolded with a clatter.
Ji Liao put it flat between his knees and stared at it.
But I saw that the silk was not big, only about the size of a handkerchief. On one end of it was embroidered the two characters "Xianbei", while on the other end was embroidered the "extreme south".
A winding black line across the scroll in the middle of the silk fabric connects the two places.
Although this silk is not big, the things painted on it are very comprehensive.
I saw the black line, starting from the extreme south, first crossing a short stretch of flat land, and then diagonally avoiding an area composed of blue, snaking upward along the edge of that area.
At the boundary of one-third of the silk, the black line curved again, moved sideways for a distance, and then continued straight upward.
At the same time, on the traversing distance, a large milky white area was embroidered, with a black word "fog" embroidered in the middle.
The milky white area was not big, and after the black line passed through it, it reached the center of the silk fabric.
At this time, the mountains there began to become more rugged, and this area of the entire silk fabric was the most detailedly marked.
It was seen that this area was divided into seven large areas and countless small areas by light blue silk threads.
And the seven largest areas are each embroidered with "bird", "monkey", "fox", "ox", "snake", "wolf" and "tiger".
As for other small areas, there are also some small words embroidered, but they are not conspicuous.
And that black
The line ends here, where it winds the most.
Ji Liao knew that the area marked above was the Snow Demon Clan that Hu Huanqiu mentioned.
He looked at the black line, first passing by the edge of the Bird Clan, then tilting straight to one side for a distance, until it stopped in front of the area marked with cattle, and then the black line moved horizontally, and Heng passed by. The foot made a big circle, then went straight up again, and finally passed between the snake and the tiger, and rushed directly to the top of the silk.
Finally, the black line arrived near the Xianbei area and moved a long distance laterally, spanning half of the silk. And just above where the black line moved horizontally, a big "death" was embroidered with red thread. The words, looking at this posture, seem to tell others that they must not enter this place, otherwise they will die.
It wasn't until after moving a certain distance that the black line changed direction to Xianbei.
Ji Liao knew that this was something marked by the monks at the Nascent Soul stage. As a monk at the Golden Core stage, he must follow the instructions above. If he fails to do so, he will make a wrong step, otherwise he may end up playing there.
"Why..."
Ji Liao rolled up the silk with both hands, then put it into the wooden box and put it into the storage bag. Only then did Ji Liao look away and look at the alchemy furnace in front of him.
I recalled the process of Daozi's elixir refining in my mind, and thought about the process of refining Bigu Pill again.
After a while, Ji Liao opened his mouth, a ray of light flew around, and the palace lantern flew out of his mouth.
Ji Liao had already given it a name, and it was very poetic, calling it "Like a Dream."
At this time, the wick of the lamp has long been extinguished, the light on the lamp has disappeared, and the woman on it has once again transformed into a copper sculpture, holding orchid fingerprints on her hands, and maintaining a cross-sitting posture.
Ji Liao's Five Elements Fire Art spun around, five-color flames rose in his palm, and a small flame instantly appeared on his fingertips with a flick of his finger.
The flame escaped from his fingertips and hit the wick directly.
The flames swayed for a few times and then stabilized.
At the same time, a golden wave spread out from the Mengzhan, and the majestic aura of the artifact instantly filled the air.
The woman sitting cross-legged came to life again, her eyes suddenly opened, a smile appeared on her lips, she stood up straight and cupped her hands towards Ji Liao.
Ji Liao chuckled and dragged Xi Mengzhan in front of him.
As if the woman was spiritual, her palms burning with flames stretched forward, and her delicate and slender fingers lifted half an inch.
The flawless golden elixir in Ji Liao's body instantly swirled with spiritual energy, and a pure and powerful spiritual power was mobilized, pouring into the meridians in his body.
In an instant, Ji Liao's aura in the golden elixir stage was suddenly released. Although he was in the early stage of the golden elixir, this aura was not weaker than that in the later stage of the golden elixir, and it already had a vaguely perfect posture of the golden elixir.
Ji Liao's cheeks trembled, and the spiritual power in his body rose sharply.
Opening his mouth slightly, a piece of spiritual energy spurted out from his mouth and blew towards Ximengzhan.
I saw the Mengzhan-like flame swaying, and then a five-color line of fire shot straight out, directly into the fire entrance of the alchemy furnace.
The next moment, the alchemy furnace buzzed, waves of fluctuations spread immediately, and the temperature inside it rose sharply. At this moment, the auspicious cloud pattern on the surface of the alchemy furnace began to rotate and flutter, and waves of wrapping power were emitted, trapping the heat wave. In the alchemy furnace.
Ji Liao watched the fire rising little by little in the alchemy furnace. After a moment, the spiritual energy in his mouth stopped, and the line of fire shot out of Mengzhan also stopped abruptly.
Ji Liao once stared at the fire of Daozi. According to the level of spiritual grass, he felt that such a fire should be about the same.
With a wave of his hand, he placed the Mengzhan beside him, patted it on the storage bag, and the black bag filled with spiritual grains appeared in his hand.
The level of this Bigu Pill is extremely low, so the spiritual materials required are not many, only two.
Ji Liao grabbed a handful of rice grain-sized spiritual grains from the bag and tossed them away like a goddess scattering flowers.
Just after hearing a bang, the lid of the alchemy furnace opened, and the spiritual valley all over the sky fell into the alchemy furnace.
There was another bang, and the lid of the alchemy furnace was closed.
And at the moment when the furnace lid was closed, a series of muffled bangs, bangs, and bangs were heard. Before the spiritual valleys could touch the flames, they exploded one after another, and their spiritual power was dissipated, turning into powder and falling down. Then he was burned by the Qilin True Fire.
Ji Liao frowned, then changed to a wry smile.
"The temperature in this alchemy furnace is too high. It seems that the spirituality of Linggu has been overestimated."
He opened his mouth, and a suction force moved towards the Dan Furnace.
The next moment, a flame shot out from another opening at the bottom of the alchemy furnace and flew back to Ji Liao's mouth. The Kirin True Fire in the alchemy furnace also faded little by little.
After the Qilin's true fire partially subsided, Ji Liao stopped, grabbed a handful of spirit grain again, and threw it away.
With a bang, the lid of the alchemy furnace closed.
This time the spirit valley did not explode.
Ji Liao dispersed his consciousness and controlled the spiritual valley in the alchemy furnace to slowly fall.
And the moment the spirit valley touched the Qilin True Fire, the Spirit Valley was directly refined by the Qilin True Fire without any warning, leaving not even a trace of spiritual energy behind.
"Tsk." Ji Liao smacked his lips, "Maybe the level of Qilin's true fire is too high, and the fire must be smaller."
After finishing his words, Ji Liao opened his mouth again and sucked out a flame from the alchemy furnace.
The flames in the alchemy furnace subsided a little again.
Ji Liao took the trouble to throw another handful of spiritual grain into the alchemy furnace.
This alchemy seems simple, but Ji Liao has tried more than fifty times before starting the fire. During this time, either there was too much fire and the spiritual valley was burned out, or there was too little fire and the spiritual valley could not be refined. Ji Liao was adding Fire, more fire, over and over again.
It was more than three hours later, and most of the spiritual grain in his bag had gone down. If he continued to squander it like this, it wouldn't be long before it bottomed out.
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But at this time, the spiritual valley in the alchemy furnace was slowly falling. The moment it came into contact with the Qilin True Fire, a soft bang bang bang sound was heard.
This time the spiritual valley exploded and was not annihilated, but turned into balls of spiritual energy that danced wantonly in the alchemy furnace.
"call..."
Ji Liao let out a long breath and showed a smile on his face.
"This step is finally completed."
Ji Liaoning looked at the fire in the alchemy furnace for a while and kept it in mind.
He had written down Daozi's fire before. Judging from the level of spiritual grass, his fire at that time should be almost the same.
Looking at it now, perhaps it was because Qilin's true fire was so much higher than Yinhan's true fire that Daozi's method of starting a fire didn't work for him, and Ji Liao had to figure out the amount of fire on his own.
Looking at the spiritual energy transformed from the spiritual valley in the alchemy furnace, Ji Liao had a thought and scolded him in his heart.
"Condensation!"
As soon as the order was given, countless small groups of spiritual energy gathered in the alchemy furnace towards one point, and finally condensed together, turning into a ribbon-like spiritual energy, flying freely in the alchemy furnace.
As soon as Ji Liao moved, three Yuyang flowers appeared in his hand. With a casual throw, the Yuyang flowers in his hand flew into the alchemy furnace one after another.
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