My Taoism leads to the prehistoric

Chapter 7 Nine pills in one furnace, pills become... fairy level?
Piaomiao view, outside the quiet room door of the left ear room.

Wearing a navy blue Taoist robe and a female crown, the beautiful and beautiful girl was dumbfounded:

"Master... Master?"

Han Shou walked out of the gate with his hands behind his back, glaring at the girl angrily.

"Stuttering what are you doing?"

"You... are you really the master?" The big eyes of the girl Rushui were full of stars.

"Fu Linger!"

"It seems that I really doted on you as a teacher? After many years of practice, I don't even have any certainty. Go and copy the "Ethereal Qi Training Art" 100 times!"

If it were any other time, Fu Ling'er would have to put on a bitter face, act coquettishly and beg for a lower punishment.

At this moment, she blushed pretty and stared blankly at Han Shou:

"Oh, master, you...how did you become so much younger after six days of retreat?"

"If you break through, you will naturally become younger!" Han Shou wrote lightly.

"Ahhh...Master, I didn't expect you to be so good-looking before!"

"Hey, won't my master look better than Bai Hongfeng's Qin Lanlan in the future?" Fu Ling'er's eyes twinkled, her face full of excitement.

Han Shou:? ? ?
Ma De, this apprentice can't take it anymore!

Is the point to return to the skin of middle age?
Well, although it is also very important!

But the most important thing is not breaking through to the consecration state. As a disciple, should he be ecstatic to congratulate him?
Han Shou's face darkened: "Fu Ling'er!"

"Ah, master, the disciple is here!" The stunning girl opened her big watery eyes cutely, and responded crisply and forcefully.

"Immediately, immediately, go and copy the "Misty Qi Training Jue" three hundred times!"

"When will I finish copying, and when will I eat!"

After speaking, he stepped out with a few steps, and his body disappeared in the Piaomiao Temple strangely across tens of meters.

"what?"

"Ahhh!"

"No, master! Master..."

Fu Linger's screams of grief and indignation came from afar, but Han Shou turned a deaf ear to them.

At the mountainside of Misty Peak.

Dense shrubs and grass blades cover the face of the mountain.

Han Shou found the deserted bear cave covered by vines, and casually set up a simple concealment formation, and then walked in.

The cave used to be a wild bear cave decades ago, but how could the wild bears be allowed to exist where the Taoist temple is located, so the wild bears were driven away many years ago and abandoned.

The cave is not deep, about 30 meters.

But the width is very large, which is more than enough to accommodate a trailer.

Han Shou communicated with the hourglass on his arm.

"Whoo~"

"boom!"

Crystal clear as jade, the seven-clawed white keel appeared out of thin air and fell to the ground with a faint halo.

The dragon's majesty was terrifying, and Han Shou was forced to retreat dozens of steps in a row, until he exited the cave before he gritted his teeth and held on.

Han Shou's eyes were burning.

"What a seven-clawed white dragon, even if it has been lost for many years, and almost all its power has been eroded by the water of the blood sea, it is still so terrifying!"

"Okay, okay!"

"It's not in vain for me to risk my life!"

Thinking together, mobilize the armor of the Yin soldiers.

"Shu~"

A mass of dark mist enveloped Han Shou's whole body, like a black mist.

At this moment, his soul puts on the full body armor, and the power of the Yin Soldier armor penetrates the flesh and blood, turning into a dark cloud outside the body.

The low-grade Houtian Lingbao's yin soldier armor protects her body, and most of the terrifying Longwei is cut off.

"Tattoo~"

Han Shou walked up to the keel and spread his palms.

A little black light flashed, and a two-meter-long bronze spear appeared in the palm of his hand.

The standard configuration of Yin soldiers-Soul-killing gun!
Han Shou, shrouded in darkness, looked like a knight returning from hell.

Holding out the spear, mobilizing his true energy, he thrust out obliquely.

"Bang~"

The crystal-like jade keel brings bright fire.

Infuse the soul-killing gun with true energy, the soul-killing gun is a low-grade Houtian Lingbao, but it can not only hurt ghosts and ghosts.

One shot down, the keel was almost unscathed.

Han Shou didn't care, he urged his true energy with all his strength, and stabbed at high speed.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The sparks that exploded on the keel exploded like fireworks.

ten minutes later.

Han Shou's eyes froze, and he suddenly reached out and grasped falsely.

"Oh~"

A strong suction came from his palm, and a small amount of keel powder was sucked into his palm.

"Good weight!"

A little dust-like keel powder made the veins in Han Shou's arm bulge, and he was almost crushed to the ground.

"As expected of a seven-clawed white dragon bone, even if its power is only one millionth of what it was when it died, a little bit of bone powder still contains majestic energy!"

Han Shou couldn't hide his smile: "It's fortunate that he died for so long and was wiped out by the sea of ​​blood. Otherwise, even if he took the keel back, there would be nothing he could do about it."

……

An hour later.

In the alchemy room in the right ear room of the Taoist temple.

The alchemy furnace with a height of one person was glowing red under the burning of the ground fire drawn from the underground magma.

Han Shou machinery kept adding medicinal materials to the alchemy furnace with precise timing.

After three hours of refining, when the elixir in the furnace was about to take shape, he threw that handful of keel powder into the elixir furnace without hesitation.

"Bang~"

The pill furnace sank visibly, making an overwhelmed "creaking" sound.

Han Shou tensed up.

As an old cultivator who has been in the practice world for 40 years.

Although cultivation is not enough, the three major professional skills of refining equipment, alchemy and even formation are at least introduced.

The lowest-level Zhuang Qi Pill and Bu Qi Pill can still be refined.

The spirit is tense, staring at the alchemy furnace, with mixed thoughts in my mind:

"Although the Zhuang Qi Pill is only a mortal-level low-grade pill, it is used to assist Qi training and practice, but this pill has a gentle temperament, and it is also known as the foundation of Wan Dan!"

"Almost most of the precious materials can be added freely when refining the Zhuangqi Pill."

"The more precious the material, the better the quality of the Zhuangqi Pill."

"Add seven-claw white dragon bone powder, what grade of Chengdan can be produced?"

When Han Shou was thinking about it, the lid of the alchemy furnace was suddenly blown away with a "bang", blasting a big hole in the roof.

"Ow~"

A long cry of the dragon's voice shook hundreds of miles.

Above the sky, the wind was surging, and a phantom in the shape of a dragon appeared.

"Whoosh whoosh~"

Nine white pills the size of a little fingernail flew into the air.

"It's done!"

Han Shou flipped his sleeves and grabbed the nine pills in his hands.

"Buzz~"

The pill struggled and trembled in the palm, and it took a long time before it became quiet.

Spreading out the palm, the nine pure white and strong qi pills exude an extremely attractive medicinal fragrance.

There is a white dragon shadow walking on the surface of the round pill body.

After a few breaths, the medicinal fragrance disappeared, and the shadow of the white dragon wandering around Danbiao also completely disappeared.

The nine Pills of Strong Qi look no different from ordinary low-grade pills from the outside.

Han Shou was dumbfounded.

"Dan becomes nine, the number is extremely high!"

"The fragrance of the medicine is self-contained, and the strangeness is hidden!"

"Immortal...elixir??!!"

"All kinds of strange omens are in line with the characteristics of the elixir."

"I, a beginner who can only refine two kinds of elixirs, can refine a mortal-level low-grade Zhuangqi elixir, and I can actually refine an elixir?"

Han Shou wiped his eyes, not daring to believe it.

It is not that there are no alchemy masters who can refine elixir in the world of great inflammation.

It was because of it that Han Shou couldn't believe it.

Because the elixir is too precious, almost legendary, Han Shou has never seen it before, so he extremely doubts whether he is dazzled.

"Should...it must be a hallucination?"

"No matter how high the limit of power in the prehistoric world is, a seven-clawed white dragon bone powder that only retains the last trace of charm will not cross two major boundaries at once, seven grades, and upgrade a mortal-level low-grade Zhuangqi pill to an elixir, right?"

The more Han Shou thought about it, the more he felt that it was reasonable, but he kept a faint hope.

What if it was true?

The pills in the Great Flame World are divided into three levels and eleven products!
Common level, there are: upper, middle and lower ranks!

The god level is divided into four grades: absolute, upper, middle and lower.

Immortal level is also divided into four ranks: Absolute, Upper, Middle, and Lower.

The lowest is the low-grade of mortals, and the highest is the best of immortals.

Between each level, there is an insurmountable gap, which is called the boundary. No alchemist can upgrade a mortal-level elixir to a god-level elixir.

Not to mention crossing two boundaries.

"How about... try again?"

"What if it's really an elixir?"

Thinking of this, Han Shou's heart skipped a beat, he put away the nine Zhuangqi Pills in a jade box, turned his head and rushed to the mountainside, ready to get some dragon bone powder and try again.

……

Just when Dan Cheng caused the abnormal phase of the clouds to swell.

Hundreds of miles away, on the top of a lonely and prosperous mountain, a luxuriously dressed white-haired old man looked at the clouds above Misty Peak in amazement, and roared in a low voice:
"A sign of the elixir coming out?"

"How... how is it possible?"

His expression suddenly became extremely excited, and he almost burst into tears: "It's really a sign that the elixir is coming out, it really is!"

"There... Could it be that there is a great master of alchemy living in seclusion?"

"This is an opportunity, a supreme opportunity, even if this old man dies, he must never miss it!"

(End of this chapter)