Mortal Cultivation: Start with a Chaos Talisman

"Hahahahahaha..."

The hearty laughter of Ming He spread throughout Miaolian Peak.

He reached out and patted Master Qingxu on the shoulder, and said: "Junior Brother Qingxu, I don't have the confidence of other old men, but I really have this blessing!"

"You don't know, ever since Xu Chang'an, the thirteenth old man, became my disciple, the two masters and apprentices have been linked by fate and fate. I'm extremely blessed!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Thank you, Junior Brother Qingxu, I'm leaving!"

Minghe turned around and walked out of the hall.

Qingxu hurriedly ran out from behind and said: "Senior brother, I haven't finished what I have to say. Don't be reckless. Stop it in moderation!"

"Don't worry!" Minghe, who had already stepped on the flying sword, waved his hand: "Old Thirteen will protect me!"

Of course, this sentence is a joke!

The actual reason is that Whooping Crane can't wait any longer.

He is already too old, already 180 years old based on his bone age, and his seniority in the sect is extremely high, so he cannot wait any longer.

If he fails to successfully break through the foundation building period and reach the golden elixir in the past twenty years, he will have to watch his lifespan end and finally ascend to immortality with hatred.

The so-called desperate fight!

If you succeed, you will succeed, if you don’t succeed, you will fail!

At worst, it’s just a matter of going underground to see Master twenty years in advance!

…

Thousands of miles away from Taixuan Gate, there is a beautiful mountain peak with green bamboos forming a sea, which is very spectacular.

If it weren't for the fact that the bamboo sea here is located on the top of a mountain with thousands of walls and is inaccessible to people, it would definitely become an excellent scenic spot.

Master Minghe and Taoist Sangmu came to the bamboo forest in the middle of the night and started preparing to make alchemy on the cliff facing the east.

"When refining Chaoyuan Dan, you are very particular!" Taoist Sangmu rubbed his alchemy furnace and said to Minghe with a smile: "Although your materials contain the energy of purple gold, it is best when refining the elixir. It is better to choose it in the morning. If you can take the first ray of purple energy when the morning sun rises and put it into the furnace, the quality of Chaoyuan Dan will be greatly improved! "

The moonlight is like water, and the night wind blows over the mountain peaks!

Thousands of acres of bamboo sea are rippling.

Master Minghe stood on the cliff, with his hands behind his back. The only Taoist priest in purple robes in Taixuan Sect faced the east under the wind of hunting mountain, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

His fat sleeves swayed in the wind, making a snapping sound.

"There are about two hours until dawn!" Minghe spoke. He turned his head and glanced at Taoist Sangmu, and then asked with some worry: "Fellow Taoist Sangmu, you usually refine third-grade elixirs and make them into elixirs." how?"

Sang Mu sighed and said: "What else can I do? I can barely make a pill. If I'm lucky, I can get one or two middle-grade pills. The rest are all low-grade!"

Whooping Crane asked: "What bad luck?"

Taoist Sangmu's answer was very concise this time. He said two words: "Blow up the furnace!"

Whooping Crane:…………

Looking at the materials in Taoist Sangmu's hand that he had worked so hard to collect, the muscles on Master Minghe's face couldn't help but twitch slightly, and then he asked again: "Fellow Taoist Sangmu, what is your success rate in refining alchemy? "

Sang Mu did not answer Minghe, but glanced at him and said, "Fellow Minghe, this is the eighth time you've asked!"

"boom……"

A wisp of flame suddenly burst out in Sangmu's stove, and he began to bake the alchemy stove.

Before making an elixir, you must first feel it.

After about an hour, Minghe suddenly said: "Okay... Fellow Taoist Mu Sang, the time has come!"

"Okay!" Mu Sang's eyes suddenly opened, and he skillfully threw the three medicinal materials directly into the alchemy furnace with a wave of his hand.

There are many materials for refining Chaoyuan Pill, about a dozen in total.

Everything is extremely precious.

However, compared with the Stone Bell Immortal Milk, although the other materials are precious, they are not nowhere to be found. As long as you are willing to spend a certain price, you can still get them.

Only this Stone Immortal Milk, if Xu Changan hadn't brought out two vials from the secret realm, Minghe Zhenren would really have been unable to find it.

Because such precious things will not be sold even in the huge chambers of commerce outside.

Time passes by minute by minute!

From time to time, a strange fragrance floats from the alchemy furnace.

The winter sky is getting brighter and brighter, finally showing a red color. The red sunrise like a wheel slowly rises from the distant horizon. Only cultivators can feel the purple energy from the east. It is also between heaven and earth. Slowly gathered together.

On the cliff, the pot of elixirs had reached the final critical moment.

"Take it..." Taoist Mu Sang waved his hand, and countless invisible air currents gathered. Finally, a group of purple breath gathered in his hand, and the purple was dazzling and shiny.

When the purple air flow had gathered enough, Taoist Mu Sang waved his hand and put all the purple air into the alchemy furnace.

"Bang bang bang..."

There was a loud noise from the alchemy furnace, as if something was beating with life.

This beating gradually subsided as the morning sun rose.

"Hahahaha..." Taoist Mu Sang burst into laughter and said, "It's done..."

Boo hoo hoo hoo hoo…

Twelve golden elixirs flew into the sky, like twelve rays of escaping light, flying through the void for a few breaths.

The elixir patterns on the elixir slowly dissipated.

"Take it..." Taoist Mu Sang waved his hand, and twelve golden pills fell into his palm.

"It's done?" Master Minghe was overjoyed and walked to Taoist Mu Sang in three steps.

I saw twelve golden elixirs lying in the palm of Taoist Mu Sang's hand. Most of them were low-grade elixirs that produced a single elixir pattern. There were also two middle-grade elixirs that produced two elixir patterns.

"That's great!" Mu Sang said proudly: "There are actually two middle-grade ones. Fellow Daoist Minghe, according to our previous agreement, I will take a total of six, one medium-grade and five low-grade!"

Whooping Crane said: "Okay!"

At this moment, the light above the sky suddenly dimmed.

Both of them turned around and looked at the rising sun in the east.

The rising sun, which was as bright as a wheel just now, was obscured by a dark cloud.

Ming He frowned slightly and said, "This is not a good sign!"

People who practice are most taboo about such sudden changes in celestial phenomena between heaven and earth.

As he spoke, countless dark clouds gathered in the void above the crane's head from nowhere!

The sky is gloomy, like a dark night!

call……

A gust of mountain wind blew by, and Master Minghe suddenly shivered and said, "What a cold wind!"

His frown deepened.

When his cultivation has reached his level, not to mention earth-shattering, he has already been completely transformed. How could he be blown away by a gust of wind and lose his appearance?

"Hurry up and leave!" Taoist Sangmu took out the elixir and said, "Let's share the elixir and go our separate ways. I always feel that we can't stay here for a long time!"

Before the two of them had time to divide the elixir, they suddenly heard a gloomy and resentful bamboo flute sound coming from the vast sea of ​​​​bamboo.

"Woooooooooooo..."

The sound of the flute is resentful!

But very clear!

There was obviously only one person playing, but the sound of the flute seemed to come from all directions, making it unclear where it came from.

boom……

Minghe was not someone to be trifled with. As he spoke, his consciousness rushed towards the bamboo sea.

But it was at this time that the sound of the flute changed, becoming more and more desolate and cold.

In the void and at the roots of the bamboo forest, countless faint black auras emerged out of thin air. These auras condensed together and seemed to form something tangible, like ferocious beasts, wandering around Taoist Mu Sang and Master Minghe.

"This is evil!" Master Minghe snorted coldly and said: "It turns out that there is a master of magic here who is pretending to be a ghost!"

"cut!"

Zheng...

The whisk in Master Minghe's hand actually made a metallic sound when he waved it. The spiritual power turned into an unparalleled offensive wherever it went, sweeping away all the evil monsters within ten feet.

Taoist Sangmu also had some tricks up his sleeve. He tilted the stove in his hand, and countless flames turned into a sea of ​​fire and poured out in all directions.

The monsters dare not approach for the time being.

"Hahahaha..." Master Minghe laughed loudly and said, "That's all. If you have the ability, get out and have a head-to-head fight with your grandfather and me!"

"Those who hide their heads and show their tails are rats, not heroes!"

boom……

As Ming He spoke, he waved his whisk, and the countless filaments on the whisk instantly stretched, and his spiritual power poured out.

A lot of the black airflow that had just condensed dissipated again.

"Woooooooooooo..."

The sound of the flute became louder and louder, and the sound became more and more harsh.

A cold wind passed by around him.

Taoist Sangmu was a little scared and said: "Brother Minghe, let's go. It's not suitable to stay here for a long time!"