Hundred Refinements Ascension Record

Time passed slowly, and five days passed in a blink of an eye.

The stone door of the cave in front of the two late stage monks did not intend to open at all.In the entire cave, no other monks entered or exited, and everything seemed extremely peaceful.

In the past five days, the Taishang Patriarch of Xiangyun Pavilion had a calm expression, his eyes were slightly closed, and he did not show the slightest abnormality. He had been meditating and resting all the time.But the old man surnamed Bu didn't live in front of the cave door. Although his expression didn't show much anxiety, his figure rarely stopped.

As for the five-color spar, although he was sure in his heart that the opponent, a mere early-stage monk of the ghost king, would absolutely not be able to separate it, but he was extremely uneasy in his heart.

That piece of five-color crystal stone, he has obtained this piece for hundreds of thousands of years in Xiangyun Pavilion, although no one has been able to recognize what that five-color crystal stone is for hundreds of thousands of years, and it is difficult to melt it, but for this The only piece that no one wants others to have.

This kind of selfishness is a common problem of human beings.The higher the cultivation base, the more deeply rooted this idea is.

After five days, the old man surnamed Bu who was originally standing finally sat cross-legged on the stone floor.

As the Grand Elder of Xiangyun Pavilion, he is very proficient in refining weapons. With his experience, refining a piece of refining material would never take such a long time.

For five days and five nights, the monk surnamed Li has not left the customs. There is only one explanation for this, that is, it is difficult for him to divide the crystal stone that is shining with five colors of light.

Ten days later, the old man surnamed Bu closed his eyes safely and began to meditate peacefully.

The monk surnamed Yan did not show the slightest abnormality from the beginning to the end.Whether Qin Fengming can decompose the cherished things that everyone talked about has nothing to do with him.So it doesn't matter what.

As time passed slowly, one month later, the calm old man surnamed Bu opened his eyes again.Under the twinkling lights, he looked at the still closed stone door tens of feet in front of him, with a hint of puzzlement slowly showing on his face.

No matter what kind of material it is, even if a master craftsman cannot melt it down, he will never stay in the crafting room for such a long time.

You must know that apart from having sufficient fire attribute energy, the refining room is not the best place for cultivation.

Staying in the refining room is definitely not a good thing for monks.

Three months passed in the blink of an eye.At this time, the old man surnamed Bu couldn't sit still anymore, he had already stood up again, and started pacing continuously.

Even the Taishang Ancestor of Xiangyun Pavilion who kept his eyes closed all the time opened his eyes from time to time to glance at the closed stone gate in front of him.It seems to be determining whether the stone door has been opened.

"Senior Brother Guo, fellow Taoist surnamed Li, didn't he get bitten by the five-color spar when he was dismantling it, and was seriously injured?" Strangely, the lips moved slightly, and the voice of Xiangyun Pavilion Taishang Patriarch said.

"Junior Brother, don't worry, although the restriction in the cave here is very effective in shielding the consciousness, it does not have a strong defensive power. If something happens in the cave, there will inevitably be strong fluctuations. Since there is no abnormality revealed, it is enough to show that nothing happened in that cave."

The old man surnamed Guo opened his eyes, and under the flickering light, there were not many strange sound transmissions.

What the senior brother said, the old man surnamed Bu, who is the grand elder of Xiangyun Pavilion, naturally knew it in his heart, but at this moment, it was really hard for him to understand that the old man surnamed Li, who didn't seem to have anything unusual, was actually in the weapon refiner. I stayed in the room for so long and didn't show up.

With doubts in their hearts, the two big monks sat down cross-legged again.

Five months later, as the barrier wall above the stone door of the cave in front of the three of them swayed and fluctuated together, the stone door suddenly opened in front of the three of them.In a flash, the old man surnamed Li had already stood in front of the stone chamber door.

"The two seniors have been waiting for a long time, and this junior did not expect that it would take so long to enter this time."

"Ah, Li Daoyou, have you already disassembled that five-color spar?"

Ignoring the words of the old man surnamed Li, the old man surnamed Bu moved slightly, and jumped up, and when he came in front of the old man surnamed Li, he spoke eagerly.

"Well, after several months of hard work and trying several methods, this junior finally split this piece of five-color spar into two. This is one of them, senior, please keep it safe."

The old man surnamed Li looked a little tired, and handed a jade box to the old man surnamed Bu, and said respectfully.

"Fellow Daoist actually managed to disassemble this five-color spar, which surprised me too much. But I don't know what method you used to disassemble it?"

The eyes flashed brightly, and the old man surnamed Guo, who was the Grand Patriarch of Xiangyun Pavilion, also stood in front of the old man surnamed Li. With his eyes fixed on him, he asked with a puzzled face.

The old man surnamed Li couldn't help but tremble when he saw two great monks in the late stage of transforming babies standing in front of him.

"Senior, the method used by this junior is a taboo method. This method is against heaven, please forgive me for not being able to speak face to face."

"Hahaha, don't blame Li Daoyou, the old man said it."

Looking at the old man with a slightly tired expression in front of him, but his eyes were firm and revealing, the big monk surnamed Guo paused for a moment, and immediately laughed, his expression has returned to his usual calm and comfortable look.

"Whoosh!" There was a slight piercing sound, and a sound transmission talisman shot into the thousand-foot-deep cave in the deep underground.

With a flash of light, the sound-transmitting talisman that had arrived had already arrived in front of the old man surnamed Li.

"Li Daoyou, old man Xie Tianxiang, I haven't been able to contact Daoist for several months. I'm outside of White Mist City at this time. If I receive a voice transmission, please come to White Mist City to see me."

As the sound transmission came into his ears, the old man surnamed Li couldn't help being stunned.

For several months, he has been in the Shenji Mansion without revealing the slightest breath of himself. It is bound to be difficult to receive the sound transmission talisman that was given to the old man surnamed Xie.Right now, just after leaving the Shenji Mansion, the sound transmission talisman approached.

"Ah, two seniors, this junior has received such great benefits from the Xiangyun Pavilion, and I am really grateful. At the beginning, this junior promised a senior who had shown great kindness to this junior to accompany him into a dangerous place after the Treasure Conference is over. , I don’t want to spend so long coming here. It’s really disrespectful to that senior. If the two seniors allow it, this junior wants to go and join him immediately.”

With a slightly anxious look on his face, the old man surnamed Li bowed down and spoke eagerly.

"Since fellow daoist Li has an appointment with a fellow daoist, then the old man will not keep fellow daoist. Brother Bu, please send two fellow daoists out of my Xiangyun Pavilion."

In such a deep underground, and within the restricted enclosure, the sound transmission talisman can still enter, which is enough to explain the huge energy contained in the sound transmission talisman.The sound transmission talisman with such powerful energy is definitely from the hands of monks in the late stage of transformation.

Seeing the two old men surnamed Li leaving in front of them, the eyes of the great monk surnamed Guo standing in the air were also flickering.

Over the past 10 years, countless powerful monks have appeared in Xiangyun Pavilion, but no one was able to smelt and divide the five-color spar, and the early monk who left was a loose cultivator. , this alone is enough to explain the depth of the other party's attainments in the art of refining.

Looking into the distance, the eyes of the old man surnamed Guo had never shown a sharp look that flashed away.