Bone Taoist

Chapter 34 Eight Pattern Golden Elixir
Ye Zang grabbed the Yaoguang female cultivator and flew away through the air, bypassing the main peak of Yaoguang Gate and arriving at a low hilltop in the back mountain.This place is Yaoguangmen's ancestor worship site. There are several dilapidated ancestral halls. The red paint on the ancestral halls has fallen off, and weeds are overgrown, giving a dilapidated scene.

Apparently no one has been there for many years, and the Shaking Gate has declined so far that even the most important thing of worshiping the ancestors has been neglected.

It was night now, the sky was dotted with stars, and the cold moonlight poured down, which added a little gloomy atmosphere to this place.

Ye Zang pulled the Fluttering Light female cultivator to him, and the spirit instantly invaded her sea of ​​consciousness. The latter was stunned, and then passed out. She might not be able to wake up for ten days and a half.

Walking into the dilapidated ancestral hall, the first thing you see is the spiritual tablet placed on the top.

"The Patriarch shook the spiritual position of the layman."

This Layman Yaoguang should be the founder of the Yaoguang Sect, but in his whole life, he has only cultivated to the top of the secret realm of the Purple Mansion, and has never taken that step, so he has humbled himself as a layman all his life.

Below it are the spiritual positions of the elders.

In addition to the main ancestral hall, there are two other ancestral halls on both sides, which are probably the disciples and grandchildren of Layman Yaoguang.The Shaking Light Sect has been passed down for thousands of years. For some reason, it only flourished for a period of time, and then quickly declined.Since then, except for the first generation disciples of layman Yaoguang, no one has ever left the Zifu.

Ye Zang wandered around a few times, and in the backyard of the main ancestral hall, he found a mausoleum step leading to the ground.

The breath of corpses rushing towards the face, the passageway was covered with spider webs, and the dust on the ground was half a finger thick. Ye Zang pushed aside the spider webs, shook the dust away, and with spiritual energy in his eyes, he walked towards the mausoleum deep in the darkness .

On the way of the Great Dao, most of the monks died outside the body, and even the corpses were never left behind. If there are people in the family, they will also offer tablets to the spirit.Of course, there are also a small number of monks who died for the sake of their longevity, so they have to keep their bodies, but anyone who can cultivate the power of the golden core in the secret realm of the Purple Mansion, at least the body can not rot for a hundred years.

Coming to the first level of the mausoleum, there are more than a dozen tomb chambers.

All the corpses in the tomb here have turned into bones, so the eight-patterned golden elixir is naturally not here.

The mausoleum has two floors in total, and Ye Zang went down another floor. There are a total of ten tombs here.

Walking into the first tomb room, there is a tomb coffin in the center, surrounded by many dim magical artifacts, and some excerpted Taoist scriptures, but many of them have obliterated the writing.

Without hesitation, Ye Zang stepped forward and removed the lid of the coffin.

Lying inside was a middle-aged man with black hair and a feather crown. He looked like a living person, with a ruddy complexion, but he was completely lifeless, and the Shen Zang Zi Mansion had been closed.

Ye Zang's innate spiritual energy penetrated in, and he was slightly shocked.

A dull golden elixir came out from the mouth of the middle-aged man, and Ye Zang hurriedly took the golden elixir.

"It's a three-pattern golden pill, but there is no pill energy remaining, and the spiritual energy is almost exhausted. It is estimated that it can last for ten years at most, and the body will rot away by itself."

Ye Zang shook his head, and threw the golden pill into the man's mouth.

This golden elixir without alchemy is worthless, not even as good as a spirit stone.Its biggest function is to keep the body of the golden elixir owner from decaying for a certain period of time.

"Most of the things buried with him were mortal objects without any useful value, and the Taoist books were all in dilapidated condition, making it impossible to study Taoism systematically." After a casual search, Ye Zang walked into the lower tomb.

The owner of the second tomb had already turned into dry bones, and he could still see the shattered golden elixir in his mouth. Obviously, the aura had passed away, and the golden elixir was completely useless.

Several tombs were searched one after another, until the deepest one.

In Nuo Da's tomb, there was only a solitary coffin and a few dim magical artifacts.It seems that the owner of this tomb was not a person who liked ordinary things during his lifetime, and he did not even have jade to accompany him after his death.

"This tomb coffin is heavy, it looks like it's made of black iron and wood." Ye Zang used all his strength to remove the coffin lid.

Lying inside is a woman with a beautiful appearance, a white hair crown and a flowing cloud robe.

He probed the innate spiritual energy into the corpse. After a while, a golden elixir flew out from the mouth of the female corpse. Ye Zang had quick eyes and quick hands and snatched it into his palm.

He looked at it carefully and couldn't help showing a look of joy.

"Eight-patterned Golden Pill!"

Although this golden elixir is dim, there is still a glimmer of light. On the golden elixir, there are eight ripple-like traces superimposed layer by layer, which is beautiful.

"Since he has formed the eight-pattern golden elixir, he must have been extremely talented during his lifetime. It's a pity that he couldn't make further progress."

Holding the golden pill in the palm of his hand, Ye Zang seemed to be able to feel the slightest warmth coming from him. He cautiously penetrated in with his spiritual energy, and suddenly, a majestic momentum rushed towards his spirit. Come, Ye Zang hurriedly defuse it with his sword power.

"As expected of the Eight Marked Golden Pill. Now that there is only one breath of the pill's energy left, it can still be so powerful. It's really scary."

Ye Zang put the golden elixir in a jade bottle, and left the Yaoguangmen immediately to avoid accidents.

Although there is still spiritual energy in the eight-pattern golden elixir, Ye Zang obviously didn't want to absorb that spiritual energy to open up the Tianque's divine veins, what he was looking for was the breath of elixir, and it would be the best for refining the 'Washing the Marrow and Cutting the Pulse Pill' But that's all.

The Marrow Cleansing Pill is naturally a kind of elixir specially used to unblock the meridians.

Its quality is judged according to the main ingredients, and the golden elixir is one of the main medicines. The most common Xisui Famai pill has the qi of the five-pattern golden elixir, and they are all top-grade. It can be seen from this that if If it can be assisted by the old Tiancaidibao, it is bound to be able to refine a top-notch Xisui Famai Pill.

There is nothing better than using this to open up the Divine Veins of Tianque!
After Ye Zangyuan escaped from the Shaking Gate, he put all the valuables in his Qiankun bag into his own bag.After going to the Taihua meeting place and selling those ingredients and medicines together, these four Qiankun bags are also worth a lot of spirit beads.

The golden elixir is already eight patterns, and the heavenly materials and earthly treasures of alchemy cannot be held back.

Riding a flying boat, heading all the way to the Taihua venue, Ye Zang was very cautious. He killed four Baifeng disciples before, and he might have angered those disciples of the aristocratic family, and Han Xiaoyun of the Han family might not be able to hold back. , came out to find him.

At noon one day, Ye Zang stopped behind a small hillside.

He was a little surprised. He was almost close to the place where he killed the four disciples of the aristocratic family two days ago, but he didn't meet anyone who was looking for him, and no unexpected battle happened yet.

But now, he has finally met a disciple of the Baifeng family, and judging by the token hanging on the man's waist, he is still a member of the Chuxinghai Han family.

The human way is not shallow, and he has opened five divine veins.

"That's... Tan Baoshu?"

Ye Zang's eyes were filled with spiritual energy, and he looked towards the man, only to see a half-human-sized yellow mouse tied to him, sniffing the ground with its nose, and the mouse's eyes were shining, wandering around.

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