After Shen Mojin broke through the sixth level of foundation building, he planned to give Chi Jiujiu to Baowu Xiaoshan to sort out and go out for training tomorrow.
It has been almost a year since my Dantian was destroyed.
In half a month it will be his twentieth birthday.
In the past, the family would have held a grand coming-of-age ceremony for him.
Things are different now.
Considering that his great revenge had not yet been taken, he did not reveal the news of his Dantian's recovery to anyone.
Avoid when the wings are not yet fully grown.
He was hunted down by his former enemies.
"Oh!"
Thinking of the number one sect in Huangzhou, Shen Mojin snorted coldly.
They are all a bunch of hypocrites.
Recovering his thoughts, Shen Mojin took out the items in the storage ring one by one and sorted them out.
When he was buried in the pile of treasures, he only wanted to quickly put the things into the storage ring.
At that time, I didn't see what specific thing Jiujiu gave him.
There is enough time now.
He first took out the sword that had impressed him so much.
"Phantom Eagle?"
Shen Mojin held the long sword in his hand and looked at it carefully, his fingertips gently brushing across the sword.
“Nice sword!”
Shen Mojin looked at his fingertips that were cut by the sword. The blood from his fingertips dripped onto the sword, which quickly absorbed the blood.
After the sword absorbed Shen Mojin's blood.
Suddenly, golden light shone everywhere, illuminating the entire dim hut.
Shen Mojin quickly set up a barrier to prevent the sword light from leaking out.
With a "buzz" sound.
Shen Mojin only felt that there was an extra connection in his sea of consciousness.
"Hello, Master. I am Jianjian, and my name is Huanying."
A soft and tender baby voice appeared in his sea of consciousness. Shen Mojin's hand holding the sword shook, and with a "clang", the sword fell to the ground.
The long sword that fell to the ground trembled, as if trying to shake off the dust on it.
"Master, you are too much. How can you throw me away, wuwuwu..."
Shen Mojin picked up the long sword that was trembling like Parkinson's disease on the ground and asked hesitantly, "Are you a weapon spirit?"
"Yes, yes." Huanying said in a crisp voice.
"What grade of sword do you have?"
Shen Mojin's original sword was a mid-grade magic weapon, and the best sword he had ever seen was the one in his master's hand.
He remembered that the sword was a low-grade immortal weapon and had no spirit.
Huanying babbled in his baby voice, "Of course I'm a magic sword, Master. I'm not just a sword, I can also perform 72 transformations."
"Can you show me one?" Shen Mojin obviously didn't believe it.
"call out!"
The phantom eagle turned into an artificial flower.
"call out!"
The phantom eagle turned into a simulated small poisonous snake.
The corners of Shen Mojin's mouth twitched, "Okay, stop."
The simulated phantom eagle and the little poisonous snake twisted and crawled, coiling around Shen Mojin's arm into several small circles.
Shen Mojin looked at the little snake on his arm and asked, "Is your bite poisonous?"
Phantom Eagle: "......"
After witnessing the abilities of the Phantom Eagle, Shen Mojin ignored it and continued to take out other items from the storage ring.
Jiujiu gave too much.
Shen Mojin took out a series of mahogany boxes containing elixirs, arranged them neatly on the ground, and then checked them one by one.
Pills are packaged according to grade.
Each mahogany box contains different elixirs of the same grade.
For example, the box he was checking contained a series of fourth-grade elixirs such as the Soul-Nourishing Pill, the Recovery Pill, and the Foundation-Building Pill.
Shen Mojin's handsome face changed again and again.
Trying hard to act calm.
Even though he was the sixth son of the Shen family, he had never seen so many pills.
The types of elixirs in the mahogany box.
It covers almost all kinds of elixirs that can be made by alchemists in the entire Jiuzhou Continent.
The grades range from one to nine.
Except for some elixirs that are limited in purchase in the mall, such as the Ninth Grade Reshaping Pill.
Chi Jiujiu bought 999 of each of the other elixirs that were not subject to purchase restrictions.
The pills in the mall come in a pack of ten pills.
"Seventh-grade Rejuvenating Pill!"
"Eighth-grade longevity pill!"
"Ninth-grade...Resurrection Pill!"
A longevity pill can extend one's lifespan by thirty years.
For monks who are nearing the end of their lifespan, extending their lifespan by thirty years will give them a great chance of breaking through the barriers and thus gaining hundreds or even thousands of years of extra lifespan.
The longevity elixir is in short supply.
Only an eighth-grade alchemist can refine it.
Not to mention.
The natural materials and treasures needed for refining.
In this mahogany box, there are more than nine thousand round longevity pills with eight elixir patterns, which are casually placed in transparent food boxes.
He was shocked at first.
Gradually become numb.
Finally, he looked at the familiar transparent food box with a twitching mouth.
Jiujiu is too casual.
After Shen Mo placed the pills, he took out the talisman and formation to check.
With the preparation of elixir.
Afterwards, Shen Mojin became much calmer.
However, when he checked the last secret manual of martial arts, Shen Mojin's originally numb mood was shocked again and he was speechless for a long time.
"God-level technique!"
Or ten divine-level skills.
Shen Mojin used his spiritual sense to quickly flip through the books one by one. Less than half an hour later, he felt a strong stinging sensation in his sea of consciousness.
"It's worthy of being a divine-level technique." Shen Mojin said inwardly.
The higher the grade of the technique, the more difficult it is to master.
The strength of his spiritual consciousness has reached the Golden Core stage.
After just half an hour, he had to stop, which shows the difficulty of the divine level martial arts.
He took out the Qi-replenishing pills he had just prepared.
Shen Mojin swallowed it without hesitation.
After meditating for a few breaths, the tingling sensation in his sea of consciousness disappeared, and Shen Mojin continued to read the secret book of martial arts.
I don’t know how many Qi-replenishing pills he swallowed. It was not until dawn that Shen Mojin finished reading the ten books on divine-level martial arts techniques.
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