It took him five hundred years to learn this technique! Five hundred years! When the Lord of Hongmeng got the technique, his eyes lit up.
This continent is indeed a higher-level continent than the Hongmeng Continent.
These basic techniques are actually... incredibly profound.
He glanced at it and was immediately drawn in. He sat cross-legged on the ground and began to cultivate.
Xiao Mo'er instructed the cultivators to stay here for a while longer.
Bored, she started her plan to cultivate spiritual herbs again.
No one has been here for countless years, and the oasis contains many excellent medicinal herbs.
She and the other monks collected the herbs and had the old man refine them into elixirs for them.
The old man naturally refused to refine pills, as that would consume his divine essence.
He's just a soul now, so he can't cause any trouble.
He then instructed the alchemists to concoct simple elixirs.
Even the simplest pills are considered divine pills by the Hongmeng alchemists.
I failed to refine it twice.
"What an idiot!" the old man cursed angrily.
The alchemist was so humiliated by the scolding that he dared not refine any more pills.
Xiao Mo'er is fine too.
Refining elixirs is not something that can be done overnight.
The firebird was the happiest among them, as it didn't need to refine any pills and simply swallowed the spiritual plants.
Its fur grew thicker and thicker, and it was no longer bald.
The little brat was crawling around inside the spiritual plants, and Xiao Mo'er didn't pay any attention to her.
The released fish emerged from the pond, carrying a green, crystalline stone in its mouth, and gave it to Xiao Mo'er.
The old man was shocked. "Green fluorite?"
This is a Wangpin stone.
He wished he could possess it.
Unfortunately, Xiao Mo'er only rolled her eyes at him and said with a smile, "If you refine pills for us, I might consider giving them to you."
"cut.
"I will not be fooled." The old man turned his head arrogantly, then glanced at the Primordial Lord cultivating beside him, and said with schadenfreude, "I think you don't need to wait for him. He won't succeed in cultivating for at least a hundred years."
"Yeah?
"Then you'll be pitiful, your soul will be scattered." Xiao Mo'er smiled sweetly and added, "Perhaps you can guide them in cultivation, and you can also guide them in refining pills."
You have a few more days to live.
After speaking, she looked at the little fish gratefully and said, "Thank you."
The little fish seemed shy and dived into the water.
"Shameless!" The old man was furious.
But after he calmed down, he honestly guided them in refining elixirs.
Xiao Mo'er was also worried about Hongmeng Zhu. She walked to his side and saw that his soul was stable, which put her at ease.
He wondered to himself, "Is it really going to take a hundred years to cultivate?"
"That's fine, though. This continent is teeming with monsters, so they're relatively safe in the desert."
"Little girl, stop looking. It's no use looking anymore."
Even a true master needs five hundred years of cultivation, and even a prodigy can't do it without three hundred years.
Just you wait!
"We'll wait, but I'm afraid some people won't be able to wait."
"No, it's some...ghosts...can't wait." Xiao Mo'er led the little cub around again.
This oasis was larger than any other oasis they had ever passed.
It's several tens of kilometers long.
It's a short distance for a cultivator, but a huge distance for a desert oasis.
They traversed the entire oasis, gathering all usable herbs and even collecting spiritual fruits.
Some monks even built two rows of simple houses to live in.
Yuan Yuan took advantage of this break to begin cultivating.
He felt that his cultivation speed had increased significantly since emerging from the Primordial Chaos.
Even their bloodlines began to awaken.
Something seems different?
Could it be because... he was reincarnated and inherited his father's blood?
He practiced the cultivation technique that the Hongmeng Master had already completed once more.
Although not as powerful as the Primordial Lord, it is still very fast.
"Monster, monster, are you trying to kill us all?" The old man was so angry that his beard bristled.
He glanced at the handsome appearance of the Lord of Hongmeng and thought that if he were to possess him, his Daoist partner would surely kneel and weep, begging to follow him.
It's a pity, I can't possess someone else's body.
On the fifth day, the sky was suddenly filled with raging flames.
The old man was a spirit, and he felt a burning pain.
Yuan Yuan quickly absorbed him into her sea of consciousness.
The other cultivators also gathered around.
Then you see the raging flames surrounding the Lord of Primordial Chaos, enveloping his entire body.
Then came a series of thunderclaps in the sky, followed by lightning streaking across the desert.
"Is it a lightning tribulation?" Yuan Yuan asked uncertainly.
Normally, low-level cultivation techniques should not generate lightning tribulations.
"Lightning tribulation?"
Tribulation lightning?
How is this possible? Only five days... and already... a tribulation of lightning?
Could it be that he succeeded in his cultivation?
That's a high-level cultivation technique. The old man in his soul was so lifeless that he had almost plucked all his hair out.
He simply couldn't believe it.
He used it for five hundred years, five hundred years!
How did he manage to use only five days?
Five days?
God! Save me.
“It’s a tribulation of lightning.” Since Xiao Mo’er awakened her Primordial Physique, her knowledge has naturally changed.
She asked everyone to stand further away.
Soon, the Hongmeng Lord opened his eyes, his body floated up, he looked up at the sky, and calmly accepted the tribulation.
The lightning tribulation seemed to destroy the heavens and the earth, fiercely rushing towards the Primordial Lord.
The Primordial Lord did not move, but used his body to resist the lightning tribulation and temper his body.
The lightning bolts transformed into different forms, attempting to annihilate him.
No matter how tricky they were, they did not cause him any harm.
Finally, after nine bolts of heavenly lightning struck, five-colored light fell upon the Lord of Primordial Chaos.
His destiny was also different.
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