Chapter 255: The Tomb of the Real Person and the Blood-Drying Elixir
The sand of time is a bit of gravel that has been cultivated after thousands of years of time when the stars in the sky fell, were blown by the winds of the Nine Heavens, and fell to the ground.
This thing is precious. Ye Yang didn't know how much effort he spent to obtain these four grains of time sand.
I don’t know how many times I have been in danger.
Therefore, time sand is his well-deserved main material when refining magic weapons.
In addition, he also got a bottle of evil spirit Seven Emotions Wrath from the mobs in the northern border of the Immortality Barrier.
This thing is also quite precious, but he can't use it for the time being.
In terms of spiritual materials.
Ye Yang also got a piece of Jade Cold Iron from the Immortality Barrier, which he has never been willing to deal with. It is also one of the best materials for refining magical weapons.
In addition, because of his success in exposing the red light, the sect also gave him an opportunity to select the main material of the magical weapon, but he did not use it.
The materials in hand are almost ready.
Ye Yang groaned, the Ghost Head Seven-ring Sword had accompanied him in battles for many years, and now it was becoming increasingly difficult to use his full strength.
The matter of refining magic weapons should also be put on the agenda.
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In a dark secret room.
It was freezing cold, white frost had condensed, and in the dark night, four torches revealed a little red light in the darkness.
It seemed that the entire secret room was even darker and more miserable.
In the innermost part of the secret room, there was a person tied up with messy hair, it was Yang Tie.
In front of Yang Tie is a short female cultivator, Gu Qingshu.
It's just that at this moment, Gu Qingshu's face looks much longer and narrower than before.
The pupils in a pair of eyes were slightly erected, looking a bit like snakes.
"Hiss, he must have passed out. Hurry up and increase the concentration of the mist."
On the other side of her, Wang Xijing and Wang Sandao were standing.
The two took out a large cauldron.
Inside the cauldron was boiling green pus, with smelly bubbles flashing inside, and a layer of white-green mist floating up.
The fog was so hazy that it was hard to see their faces.
Wang Sandao kept pouring poisonous insect venom into it, and there was a blur of smoke floating in the sky.
The smoke appears to have a hallucinogenic effect.
After Yang Tie, who was chained, took a breath of smoke, his brain swelled and he became dizzy.
The bones all over his body were shattered, and only his head was left, and he could barely breathe.
At this moment, his consciousness was on the verge of collapse. In his coma, he suddenly saw white mist filling his eyes. He opened his eyes and shouted.
"who!"
But before he shouted, he closed his eyes again in a daze.
Gu Qingshu waved her hand slightly and pinched a complicated and mysterious seal. Yang Tie opened his eyes again in confusion.
It's just that there is no shrewdness in his eyes anymore, and they are more stupid, dull, and stiff.
"How did you get connected with the Red Light Club?"
The marks formed by Gu Qingshu's hands are mysterious and complicated.
The white-green breath shuttled between Yang Tie's head along with the opening and closing of the marks on her hands.
Yang Tie was like a puppet on strings, speaking directly without thinking.
"Master participated in the Hundred Demons' rebellion in Beijing during the Universiade Dynasty, which angered the Yuxian Division. As a last resort, he was invited by the Red Lantern Meeting and returned to the place of his birth."
This news is actually not what everyone expected.
Old Man Xie Dao was very powerful. Although he was not a real person, he had integrated eighteen villages of bandit cultivators in the Green Forest Mountain a few years ago.
At that time, it spread across all directions, causing the nearby sects to suffer unspeakably.
It was expected that the red light would throw out the bait.
Gu Qingshu waved the seals in her hands one after another, and the illusive and misty light became even more hazy.
"What is the purpose of inviting you to the red light party?"
Yang Tie said.
"They cooperated with the Blood and Bone Cult and the Five Poison Sect. They said that they discovered the tomb of a real strong man in the mountain, and even a mountain treasure appeared in the world."
"I want to invite good players and seek opportunities from there."
When he said this, he seemed to have thought of something, a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, and he regained a little clarity.
As soon as everyone heard that he said important information, they quickly listened.
After conquering Qingming Island, Feitian Sect's foundation and strength suddenly became much stronger.
I also obtained many rare spiritual materials, inheritance, and treasures.
The tomb of a strong person in the real realm is simply a great tonic for today's Feitian Sect.
However, being involved in such a big secret seemed to have touched something in Yang Tie's heart. The moment he recovered, a trace of struggle flashed across his expression.
"I don't know, I don't know, the master didn't tell me."
Several people looked at each other.
Wang Xijing skimmed the rich green soup in the cauldron, blew in a breath, and took out a gecko-shaped piece of broken incense from his sleeve.
"I got this Dipterocarpa with great difficulty. With it, I'm not afraid of you not saying anything."
Wang Xijing threw the dipterocarp at the cauldron. The green liquid absorbed the dipterocarp and immediately turned red.
The white mist flying out suddenly turned bright red.
After Yang Tie absorbed the bright red mist, he became demented again.
"Where is the real person's tomb?"
"I don't know... I don't know. I just know that the tomb is extraordinary, far beyond the comparison of ordinary people."
Seeing this, Gu Qingshu frowned.
She continued to make complicated handprints, but Yang Tie just repeated this sentence, his eyes turning blood red.
After a long time, Gu Qingshu took a breath, put down her gesture, and spoke.
"The emergence of a real tomb cannot be underestimated, and we must be fully prepared."
Today's Feitian Sect is no longer comparable to what it used to be.
Both his foundation and strength have been greatly improved.
Especially since the discovery of Tiangang Daoyinsha and Bishui Netherworld Sha, three more hall masters have broken through to the seventh level of warrior Ningqing realm.
Currently, there are eight or nine late-stage warrior monks in the sect alone.
Among them, Gu Xuan is a perfect warrior, and if she uses the three inner elixirs of the sky-swallowing python, ordinary warriors who are perfect will not be her opponent at all.
It's just that the consequences of this method are too serious, and coupled with the constraints of the Savage Dragon Tribe, it cannot be used unless it is in a critical moment.
Gu Qingshu groaned and then said.
"Now, the eldest brother is out and looking for a way to refine the hand of the eight-armed evil dragon. The sect still needs to rely on a few Taoist brothers..."
Wang Xijing and Wang Sandao looked at each other, and then spoke quickly.
"Second Elder, you don't have to be polite. If you have any questions, just give me your instructions."
Gu Qingshu said.
"I'm afraid it will take the two of you to travel by boat and car to constantly search for information about the red light meeting. I will send an order tomorrow to ask all the affiliated families to strictly investigate and cooperate with your work."
The two nodded quickly.
Gu Qingshu sighed again.
"This soul-taking and sun-taking technique is really useful. This time we can get this secret technique from Qingming Island. It's really worth it."
For a moment, Gu Qingshu was quite happy.
But it suddenly became cold again.
I am happy that the Feitian Sect finally has such a spiritual and other secret method.
What is uncomfortable is that those real people have these secret methods.
If they were those Taoist ancestors, how many magical secrets would the peerless sect have?
How powerful those sects must be.
Wang Sandao and Xijing looked at each other, and there was also a trace of emotion in their eyes.
This soul-taking and sun-taking technique can actually directly invade people's minds and explore their memories. It is simply a miraculous skill.
The two of them had not practiced it before because of their concerns. It seemed that they had to find time to study this method.
For a moment, the three of them actually felt like they were connected.
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Ye Yang didn't know anything about Yang Tie's questioning.
In his courtyard, he took out a strange spiritual grass that was a combination of rabbit and deer.
This time, Ye Yang unexpectedly got a Golden Cloud Deer Grass from Yang Tie.
This herb, combined with Dragon Blood Ginseng, can be used as the main medicine of the Blood-Drying Pill.
Thinking of this, Ye Yang took out the dragon blood ginseng he had obtained in Tao'anfang City.
This dragon blood ginseng is about two feet long, resembling the body of a dragon, with countless roots growing underneath, full of energy, and the hair on the dragon's body is curly.
The Jinxia Deer is in the shape of a rabbit and a deer. For a while, the rabbit, deer and dragon were put together, which was quite strange.
The rabbit is as quiet as a virgin, and moves as fast as a stray rabbit, which is speed.
The deer has a pure mind and soul, representing purity.
The dragon ascends to the sky and enters the earth, omnipotent and powerful.
Combining the three, the blood-drying elixir should have a high probability of being refined.
Although this elixir is only a second-level elixir, it is a miraculous medicine recorded in the Secret Volume of Biluo Sanqing.
If not used at ordinary times, it can store the monk's energy, blood and mana.
If the mana, qi and blood are exhausted, and you encounter a crisis, swallowing this pill can purify the mana and activate the qi and blood.
He recovered in an instant and still had the strength to fight.
With this magical special effect and natural refining difficulty, it is also at the forefront among second-level elixirs.
Ye Yang did not immediately refine the Blood Drying Pill, but instead concentrated on adjusting his condition to the best.
Although the water magic elixir is wonderful, his exposure time is relatively short and he is not completely sure of its success.
So I just took out some simple elixirs to practice.
After waiting for three days, Ye Yang felt that his condition was almost adjusted, and then he waved away the Difa Linghe in his hand.
The Difaling River, surging like a dragon, slowly changed in Ye Yang's hands.
A squeaking sound.
With a violent spin, the lid of the alchemy furnace was swept away.