Chapter 196 Plan
As the ripples spread, a figure slowly emerged from the vortex in the middle. The image of this figure was exactly that of the flying foundation-building expert.
In Chen Luo's hand, the shadow was in the center of the vortex, and the surrounding area was full of the power he stirred. The invisible power affected the reality from the projection, and the scene outside Gu Wang Peak also changed.
The face of the foundation-building expert who was desperately flying towards this side changed, but then turned into madness, and flew faster. The three flying mice following behind also increased their speed. The two in front spit out a circle of black mist from their mouths, which rolled towards the man in front like a chain. The one that fell behind stopped and took out a small green bottle from its hair and stood guard behind.
They also sensed something was wrong and left one person behind to deal with any possible sneak attack.
"You want to stay out of trouble? There is no such easy thing in the world."
The man's face was full of madness.
Chen Luo was still stirring his fingers, and as the frequency of rotation increased, the invisible force was also drawn over and surrounded the blood-escaping man.
"How dare you insult my elder brother like this? I will kill them!"
"When did the genius of the Ghost Blood School become so cowardly?"
Two figures that had been forgotten by the blood-escape man appeared in his mind. These two people were his former junior apprentice and master. This scene was extremely strange, as if they had grown out of his body.
"Um?"
The man in flight immediately noticed something was wrong. He spread his consciousness and a circle of blood-red mist enveloped his body. He began to check his condition, thinking he was cursed.
But strangely, he did not find the source of the curse, nor did he find any signs of being attacked.
“Something’s wrong!”
The blood-escape man's eyes turned red. He clearly felt that he was being ambushed, but he just couldn't find the enemy.
In his trance, the world in his eyes became distorted, and he was back to the forgotten mountain gate again. Even the swaying grass at the mountain gate was exactly the same as he remembered. Here, he once again saw his favorite junior sister, the woman who had been dead for more than 170 years.
'Brother Feng, go away and leave me alone.'
The woman leaned against the door, her eyes full of tears.
“Junior sister!!”
At this moment, the blood escape man could no longer hold on, and roared like crazy, rushing towards the two rat monsters rushing over from behind. His bloody body was like a ignited flame, and he desperately fought with the two flying rats behind him.
The two flying mice were caught off guard by the blood-escape man, but they quickly reacted and began to counterattack in an orderly manner.
But in a moment, the desperate blood escape man fell into disadvantage again. Just when the two thought they were going to take him down, the blood escape man retracted his breath and shouted crazily.
"If you dare to hurt my junior sister, I will fight you!"
BANG!!
The spiritual power twisted, and the whole person exploded on the spot. A circular blood mist swept past, and the two Black Sky Rats suffered serious injuries. Fortunately, another flying rat rushed over and caught the two falling companions.
The three flying mice rested in the air for a while and healed their injuries.
"Brother, it was the man in the mountain who did something. If it weren't for him, this guy would never dare to self-destruct."
"Let's talk about it when we get back!"
The three flying mice outside looked in this direction with fear. The uninjured one reached out and grabbed the storage bag left after the blood-escaping man died, and turned into a stream of light and returned along the same route with the two of them.
"Good tricks, senior."
Su Linlin watched Chen Luo's attack the entire time, and she never took her eyes away until the blood escape foundation-building practitioner self-destructed and died.
It is precisely because I saw it that I was even more surprised.
The power that Chen Luo possessed now had already surpassed the scope of foundation building, which reminded her of the most famous Jindan ancestor in the evil cultivation land a long time ago.
"It's just a trick."
Chen Luo withdrew his hand, and the power rotating in front of him dissipated bit by bit.
The Heart Demon Art was one of Chen Luo's most familiar techniques. After he established his foundation, the power of the Heart Demon Art gradually became obsolete. This time, he tried to add the power of the 'Black Stone Secret Technique' to it, so that this technique, which he had almost given up, suddenly burst out with unimaginable power. He also had a rough guess about the mysterious power in the air.
The inner demon.
He just didn't know how these powers appeared and how to use them perfectly. When he really fought with the enemy, others would not be able to give him so much time to prepare. There was also the problem of consumption. He seemed relaxed just now, but in fact he had mobilized nearly half of the spiritual power of the dragon in his body.
"The ingredients for the elixir I need are all listed above. Come back to me after you buy them."
Chen Luo had made a new discovery about the Heart Demon Sutra, so he planned to study it carefully and was too lazy to be polite with the fox girl anymore.
Now that the trouble has been solved, it's time to send the guests away.
"See you next time then."
Su Linlin did not stay for long. Her mission was to get in touch with the strong men on Gumo Mountain. Now that the mission was completed, she had to return to her tribe.
After seeing Su Linlin off, Chen Luo returned to the room and took out the miscellaneous skills from the storage bag.
In the past three years, my main energy has been focused on the Demon Bone Array Pattern Technique and the Black Stone Secret Technique. It is time to sort out the gains from the previous trip to "Yi Zhuang".
Empty out the storage bags of the old man carrying the coffin and Old Demon Fang, and start refining the strange insect eggs that were presented as a tribute by the immortal cultivation families below.
The spirit stones were piled aside, and Chen Luo found two skills from the sundries, which were the Corpse God Curse of the old man carrying the coffin and the Transformation Technique of Fang Lao Mo. Although these two skills were not taken seriously by the mummy brain, in Chen Luo's opinion, these two magical powers had their own unique features and were most suitable for his current realm.
The snow falls silently.
Chen Luo sat in the training room with a frown on his face.
The candlelight in the room kept flickering, and the reflection on the wall kept shaking.
It took Chen Luo only half a day to master the Corpse God Curse of the old man carrying the coffin, but he got stuck when it came to the Transformation Technique. Fang Lao Mo's Transformation Technique was very extreme, and one had to give up physical cultivation and supernatural powers to practice it. For Chen Luo, this method of practice was definitely not advisable. He could not give up the "Demon Bone Array Pattern Technique" that he had worked so hard to cultivate for a supernatural power.
He has been thinking about solutions these days.
His spiritual practice was also not neglected. After he had cultivated forty-nine spiritual dragons, the speed of improvement became extremely slow, and the fiftieth one was still just a phantom.
He finally understood why those foundation-building cultivators practiced for hundreds of years. The further they practiced, the higher the quality of spiritual power they needed. After the middle stage of foundation-building, it was difficult to increase spiritual power by breathing alone. Even with the bonus of the second-level spiritual vein, this improvement was still ridiculously slow.
With Chen Luo's qualifications, if he practiced step by step in the mountains, it would take at least fifty years to reach the late stage of foundation building.
"It's impossible to give up the body-refining technique."
Chen Luo sighed.
The mummy brain had no interest in Transfiguration and never gave any reminders from beginning to end. The ideas of the Jindan brain were as clear as ever.
State of mind is everything.
Let him give up the research of this low-level magical power.
Putting down the bone tablet, Chen Luo stood up and walked to the side to pick up the last batch of materials for the Yang Yuan Pill and began to refine it. When the transformation technique could not be broken, he could only improve his realm first.
Light the fire and start the furnace.
Soon a furnace of pills came out of the pot, three pills at a time.
Chen Luo took the pill and ate it directly. The medicinal power melted along his body, speeding up the gathering of spiritual power in his body. The 50th Qi Condensation Dragon condensed a little more, and the left claw part had already appeared.
But... that's all.
Yang Yuan Dan is an elixir for the early stage of foundation building. It starts to lose its effectiveness when it reaches the middle stage of foundation building. For someone like Chen Luo who is now trying to reach the spiritual power strength of the late stage of foundation building, the effect of Yang Yuan Dan is very limited. Unless the dosage is accumulated, there will not be any significant effect at all.
After digesting the three pills, Chen Luo did not stand up immediately.
He now feels like he has nowhere to go.
He has practiced all the supernatural powers that can be practiced, and his realm can only be accumulated slowly.
'How do ancient immortal cultivators practice?'
Chen Luo didn't want to spend time grinding his realm like the current immortal cultivators, because that was too slow. The process was full of variables, qualifications, resources, spiritual land, any variable was enough to make his cultivation in vain. The most important thing was the knowledge he was exposed to now, whether it was the land of the Seven Kingdoms or the current evil cultivation land.
There is only one kind of golden elixir condensed by all Jindan cultivators, and that is the red elixir.
Chen Luo thought of the Yue Kingdom Tomb and the ancient method of practice used by his teacher Changqing Zhenren.
The ancient cultivation method was eliminated because the world was different and the resources had changed. But in the ancient method, there were three levels of Dan formation, among which the red Dan was the lowest level. The Dan formation brain collected by Chen Luo's external brain, his biggest obsession after death was to condense the 'red Dan', and there was no hope for the road.
So from the very beginning Chen Luo never thought about condensing the red pill.
However, if the red pill is not condensed, how can the golden pill be condensed? Without the corresponding knowledge, even the mummy brain will not give a better suggestion. Just like when he was building the foundation, he must keep up with the "knowledge" so that the mummy brain can find the most perfect way.
After thinking for a long time, Chen Luo couldn't think of any good solution.
He stood up and walked to the side, taking out a bamboo slip from the cabinet. This bamboo slip was written by Chen Luo himself, and it recorded his research on mysterious power during this period.
This is the only way out of the impasse he has thought of so far using his many brains.
If spiritual energy alone is not enough, then add more! It is a waste for these mysterious powers to float outside, so it is better to merge with him and become the nourishment for his advancement. Anyway, the mummy brain did not sense the danger, so it is right to practice! The worst that can be worse than Chi Dan, who has no hope in the Tao?
Chen Luo opened the bamboo slips and spread them on the table, then took the brush next to it.
The power in the body changed slightly, the Black Stone Secret Art was mobilized again, the Heart Demon Art circulated in the body, and the fusion of the two powers immediately produced a qualitative change.
His eyes turned gray during this process, and the power of his spiritual consciousness was compressed into a point, condensing at the tip of the brush.
He picked up the pen and dipped a drop of ink into the inkstone beside him.
The tip of the pen hovers above the bamboo slip.
The ink condenses towards the tip of the pen under the influence of gravity, and finally gathers into a drop of black water, which is accurately dropped on the blank slip in the fourth row of the bamboo slips.
(End of this chapter)
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