There are probably more than 200,000 mortals living in the mortal town at the foot of Ziyangzong Mountain. Together with the surrounding small villages, there are almost more than 300,000 mortals. At this time, these mortals are concentrated in a city and surrounded by magic circles. Trapped and unable to escape.
There are many monks from the Blue Mountain Sect stationed around this huge magic circle. They had no choice but to obey Lan Jiutian's orders and arrangements, and the rewards provided by this mission were extremely generous. Lan Jiutian had already distributed half of the rewards in advance. These pills were enough to elevate them to a higher level of cultivation. After the mission is completed, they will receive the other half of the reward. Such a big temptation is enough to make many monks who are short of resources come forward.
At this moment, Lan Zhentian descended over this mortal town in a majestic manner like an immortal descending to earth. The monks of the Lanshan Sect who were originally stationed here kneeled on the ground to salute Lan Zhentian. However, Lan Zhentian didn't even look at them. Then, surprisingly, Lan Zhentian did not make any move, but the monks of the Lanshan Sect, as if controlled by some invisible force, walked towards the magic circle one after another.
Lan Zhentian recited the mantra silently, and the six formation flags quickly flew to various directions in the town, forming a brand new formation. The new magic circle was completely different from the previous one. It emitted a blood-red light, which made the Blue Mountain Sect monks in the town feel an inexplicable fear. These monks suddenly understood that this magic circle was likely to kill everyone in the magic circle, so these monks from the Blue Mountain Sect launched fierce attacks on the magic circle. However, their cultivation level is too low, and the attack on the magic circle has no effect at all.
Faced with this predicament, these Blue Mountain Sect monks had no choice but to kneel down and beg for mercy. They hope that the ancestor of the gods, Lan Zhentian, can open their eyes and let them live. However, Lan Zhentian was very indifferent and did not respond. The blood-red magic circle became more and more dazzling, indicating the coming crisis.
At the same time, a circular array with a diameter of about ten feet quickly formed behind Lan Zhentian, which reflected the previous array and emitted a deep red light. Lan Zhentian continued to recite some mysterious magic formula, making this magic circle look even more mysterious and dangerous. Even the mortals in the magic circle felt the impending crisis. They knelt down and begged the immortal Lan Zhentian for forgiveness.
Suddenly, Lan Zhentian opened his eyes and completed the magic formula. A blood-red ball appeared in the sky above the magic circle, and it gradually expanded. After a moment, the blood ball exploded instantly, and countless blood-red mist enveloped the entire town. Everything was blurry and it was impossible to see what was going on inside.
After a while, the blood-red mist gradually dissipated. A terrifying scene appeared. All the mortals and monks in the circle were floating in the air, as if controlled by some mysterious force. They are not completely dead, but they are unable to move and can only float in the air, motionless.
At this time, the magic circle behind Lan Zhentian began to rotate, releasing a dazzling light. All the mortals and monks in the circle let out low roars of pain. These sounds seemed to come from hell and were chilling. Their expressions of pain were extremely distorted, as if they were suffering unimaginable torture.
It turned out that Lan Zhentian was absorbing their essence and blood through the magic circle. Just a moment later, the mortals and monks in the entire magic circle no longer made any noise, only Lan Zhentian's cold eyes were shining.
After one stick of incense, all the mortals and monks in the circle had been drained of their essence and blood. A drop of blood was left on the forehead of every mortal and monk. These blood beads were the blood essence extracted from the blood all over their body. Every mortal's blood droplets are different and vary in size. Most are only as big as a hair, and many are even invisible to the naked eye. In comparison, the blood essence of monks is several times larger. The higher the cultivation level, the richer the purity of the blood beads and the richer the life essence they contain.
After a while, all the blood beads in the magic circle were fused together, forming a blood bead less than the size of a fist. At this time, the rotation speed of the magic circle behind Lan Zhentian became faster and faster, and the blood bead also rotated rapidly. Gradually, a blood mist began to form around the blood bead. After being tempered by the magic circle for several hours, the blood bead finally turned into a pill. This elixir is no different in size from an ordinary elixir, but this elixir exudes a strong aura of life.
Lan Zhentian raised his hand slightly, and the elixir that had just been tempered instantly flew into Lan Zhentian's hand. After Lan Zhentian got the elixir, he used his spiritual consciousness to examine it carefully. Then, a deafening laugh broke out, a low and ecstatic sound echoed in the air, and the excitement was palpable.
"Hahaha...I finally made this life-extending pill, hahaha..." Lan Zhentian's laughter was full of pride. It seemed that his efforts and persistence were rewarded at this moment, and his laughter was like a ghost. The evil smile makes people shudder, and it also has a bit of madness.
