In the alchemy room of the cave mansion.
After Han Li opened the bottle cap of the palm bottle, he placed it on the open space beside the alchemy furnace, then took a few steps back, raised his hand and cast a spell, activating the magic circle under the furnace, causing the flames in the alchemy furnace to tumbling.
After a while, he took a deep breath, stretched out a white finger, and gently hooked it in the direction of the alchemy furnace.
With a sound of "Huh", a group of crimson flames immediately flew out from the bottom of the furnace, and after spinning around in mid-air, it turned into a slender line of fire like a small snake, and then under its control, all shot into the side In the dark green vial.
I saw a red light flashing in the small bottle, and then the jasper-like wall of the bottle was reflected very transparently, and there were spots of dark red in the leaf-shaped patterns, which flickered like life.
Han Li narrowed his eyes slightly, and stood there for a while without moving.
A moment later, the red light in the bottle suddenly converged and disappeared.
The dark green vial returned to normal again, as if nothing had happened.
But Han Li stared at the vial without blinking, as if he was waiting for something.
Time passed little by little, and about a quarter of an hour later, he raised one hand again, drawing a ball of slightly larger pill furnace fire from the pill furnace, and submerged it into the small bottle.
As before, after another red light flashed in the bottle, it was silent again.
Only this time, the flashing time seemed to be longer than before.
Seeing this, Han Li had a pensive look on his face.
In the following time, he followed the same pattern, continuously introducing the fire into the vial, and the intervals became shorter and shorter.
As expected, the vial's red light flashed longer and longer.
I don't know how long it took, when Han Li introduced a ball of pill furnace fire into the vial again, causing it to flash red, but this time it lasted for a quarter of an hour without the slightest intention of stopping.
Han Li's eyes lit up slightly.
At this moment, with a crisp chirping sound from the bottle, silver light began to glow in the bottle, swallowing all the red light visible to the naked eye.
The next moment, with a "whoosh", a glaring silver light shot out from the mouth of the bottle and rushed straight to the top of the secret room.
There was a muffled "bang".
The silver light hit the ceiling of the room and fell down for a few minutes. The silver light emitted from it immediately filled the entire alchemy room, reflecting the whole room with brilliance.
Han Li looked up at the silver light above, his pupils flashed blue, and his face showed a look of surprise and joy, but then, his brows frowned slightly.
After the silver light spun a few times in mid-air, it shrank and deformed for a while, and transformed into a small silver firebird. It spread its wings and swooped down towards him.
Han Li raised his palm, and the silver firebird deftly stopped half a foot away from his palm, then spread its wings, and circled around his upright index finger. It continued to sing cheerfully, It seems very happy.
This firebird is nothing else, it is the Jingyan Firebird transformed after the birth of a trace of spirituality from the Jingyan Fire!
I think at the beginning, when he was in the human world, he used the dry blue ice flame and the cold air sprayed by the six-winged frost peduncle to cultivate the Ziluo Jihuo, and then he integrated the Ziluo Jihuo into the real fire of the Taiyin, and then he came to the spirit world. , and swallowed a large number of other flames through the real fire of Taiyin, and finally formed this ray of fire of essence.
This fire is not only naturally capable of devouring all kinds of spiritual flames, but also has an extremely significant restraint effect on fire-attributed spiritual beasts. It was one of his important arms when he was in the spiritual world.
After Han Li sighed softly, he put away his turbulent thoughts, raised his arms slightly, and immediately the rather well-behaved wings of the fire bird fell into his palm.
I don't know why, since he woke up, he has been unable to sense the fire. He thought it had been lost for some reason, but he didn't expect that instead of losing it, he had been sleeping in his palm bottle.
In the secret room just now, he also suddenly had a slight sense of the fire in his consciousness, and then his heart moved, and he rushed to the alchemy room immediately, trying to use the furnace fire as a guide to wake up the fire bird. It really made it a success.
He looked at the silver firebird constantly jumping in his palm, his face was a little cloudy and uncertain under the reflection of the silver light.
This bird is less than three inches tall now, and the firepower around it seems a bit lacking, and it is more than ten times weaker than before.
This made him suppress the anger that had nowhere to go, and it only increased a little.
Needless to say, the bird's current appearance is absolutely inseparable from the loss of its cultivation memory.
Han Li secretly swore in his heart that no matter who caused him to fall to this point, he would get back every penny.
After a while, he collected his mind, his face gradually calmed down, and the blue glow on his sleeves rolled up, and he put the silver fire bird into his body, and it disappeared without a trace.
I'm afraid this bird needs to be cultivated in the body before it can regain some vitality.
After about a stick of incense, Han Li left the cave again and came to a corner in the northwest of Lingtian.
He unleashed his divine sense to sweep around, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, he raised one hand and waved his wrist several times, and a triangular flag flew out one after another, forming a small circle on the field. area.
Afterwards, he whispered a mantra, and made a spell with one hand, and a faint purple light flashed on the circle of small triangular flags, forming a blurred light curtain between each other, enveloping the inner area.
After doing all this, he stepped into that area, and the purple light on the light curtain disappeared, completely blending into the night and hiding.
At this moment, if outsiders pass by near the cave, as long as their cultivation base has not reached the stage of transformation, they will not be able to notice the abnormality here. However, if they are monks above the stage of transformation, they will be noticed immediately and respond in time.
Within the light curtain, Han Li waved his palm, and more than twenty exquisite wooden boxes appeared out of thin air, floating in front of him.
As soon as he lifted his hand, the lids of those wooden boxes were opened one after another, and bursts of medicinal fragrance were revealed from them.
Dozens of white elixirs with plump roots and complete appearance floated out of the medicine box one by one, fell towards the ground, and took root on the ground.
These elixir, which are somewhat similar in appearance to ordinary ginseng, are none other than century-old cloud crane grass.
In the past few days during the day, he ran to Tongyi Valley several times and bought almost all the grass that circulated in the valley.
And in order not to attract others' attention, he deliberately concealed his cultivation and changed his appearance.
After Han Li glanced at the white spirit grass on the ground, he took out the dark green vial from his pocket again.
He took a deep breath, opened the bottle cap and shook it lightly, then tilted the body of the bottle and poured it down towards the cloud crane grass below.
The drop of green liquid slowly slid down the mouth of the bottle and sprinkled on the elixir.
Watching the green liquid slowly infiltrate into the roots of the spirit grass, the corners of Han Li's mouth curled up slightly, showing a hint of a smile, and then he turned and walked out of the light curtain.