Outside the Wanmo Island, there is a deserted island.
Han Changming, Liu Sheng, Qingyan Zhenren, Lu Haibin and Chen Li were chatting. They are the masters of the Red Algae Sea and a few words can affect the situation in the Red Algae Sea.
From the outside, it seemed that Lin Xuan killed Lei Wentian, and Chen Li and True Man Qing Yan were chatting and laughing, just like old acquaintances.
Han Changming seldom spoke. He could not compare to the other four in terms of experience or vision, and he would make mistakes if he talked too much.
"Fellow Daoist Han, you have entered the Jindan stage. Don't you plan to hold a Jindan ceremony?"
Chen Li asked casually. In the Red Algae Sea, Jindan cultivators have a high say. If a new Jindan cultivator appears in any force, they will, without any surprises, make a big fuss about it.
"If Fellow Daoist Han plans to hold a Jindan Ceremony, I will definitely be there to congratulate you."
Liu Sheng's tone was enthusiastic. The Han family had a Jindan cultivator, and Tinghai Pavilion wanted to win over the Han family. As for Han Changming's secret return from the open sea, that was not a big deal at all.
Han Changming nodded and said, "Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Liu. If our Han family holds a Dan-forming Ceremony, I will definitely invite Fellow Daoist Liu."
The Han family is still relatively weak and needs to be looked after by Haige.
The Han family now lacks formations, needs to improve their spiritual veins, and also needs magic weapons.
This time when the Ten Thousand Demon Island is opened, Han Changming hopes that Ye Xin and the other four will return safely, and it would be best if they can get a few treasures, so that he will have the confidence to face other high-level cultivators. Han Changming does not have any magic weapon now, and he feels very uncomfortable staying with four Jindan cultivators.
"Since we have nothing to do anyway, Fellow Daoist Liu and Fellow Daoist Sun, how about we make a bet? Let's bet on which sect has more disciples leaving the Ten Thousand Demons Island alive? I'll use a third-level middle-grade demon pill as the bet."
Chen Li suggested, and took out a palm-sized blue wooden box, which contained a blue ball as big as an egg.
"Okay, I'll use the hide and spirit of a third-grade, top-grade golden carp beast as a bet."
Liu Sheng took out a huge piece of golden animal skin and a white porcelain bottle and said with a smile.
Lu Haibin and True Man Qingyan took out their bets, all of which were things that Jindan cultivators could use.
Liu Sheng looked at Han Changming and said with a smile: "Friend Han, you should also join us! It will be more lively with more people."
Han Changming understood what he meant. He took out a white porcelain bottle, which contained a mid-grade Blood-Forging Pill. Taking out an old elixir would easily attract other people's covetousness. With the strength of the Han family, it was normal that they could not produce good things. The most important thing was that the focus of this bet was not the bet.
"There is a middle-grade blood-forging pill inside. If a physical cultivator takes this pill, he can strengthen his body. We have few people in the Han family, so I'm betting on Fellow Daoist Liu to have more disciples from Tinghai Pavilion leave the Wanmo Island alive."
In the past, the Han family was weak, and Han Changming could not show others the mid-grade elixirs he refined. Now that Han Changming has entered the Jindan stage, he can openly demonstrate his alchemy skills.
Among the four major forces in the Red Algae Sea, there are not many third-level alchemists, and the Lu family has two third-level alchemists.
An alchemist who is able to refine mid-grade elixirs must have a high level of alchemy skills.
Han Changming placed his hopes on Tinghai Pavilion, not because he did not trust his own people, but because he wanted to express to Liu Sheng that the Han family stood with Tinghai Pavilion.
"Mid-grade elixir? Fellow Daoist Han, can you let me take a look?"
A flash of surprise passed through Lu Haibin's eyes, and he asked politely, his tone much more intimate.
Han Changming is an alchemist, but there is a huge difference between a second-level alchemist and a third-level alchemist. If Han Changming can refine a mid-grade elixir, it will be enough to show his potential in alchemy.
Han Changming nodded. He took out the middle-grade Blood-Forging Pill in order to demonstrate his own value. Others would only pay attention to a cultivator who was of use to them.
Lu Haibin took the porcelain bottle and poured out a blood-colored pill from it. There were three clearly visible dan patterns on the surface of the pill.
A flash of surprise passed through Liu Sheng's eyes. If it was the Blood-Forging Pill refined by Han Changming, he had made a mistake before.
Lu Haibin put the Blood-Forging Pill to his nose and sniffed it a few times, with an intoxicated look on his face.
"This Blood Tempering Pill is of good quality, but it's a second-level pill. Fellow Daoist Han, is this the pill you made yourself?"
Lu Haibin looked at Han Changming and asked curiously.
"I refined it, using the essence and blood of a third-level dragon as the main ingredient, and a variety of hundred-year-old spiritual medicines. It's a pity that the dragon's essence and blood are a little less, otherwise it would be a third-level pill."
Han Changming said in a regretful tone, he was telling the truth.
If there is a large amount of third-level dragon essence and blood, plus spiritual medicine that is three or four hundred years old, the Blood Forging Pill that is refined will definitely be a third-level pill.
"Third-level dragon blood?"
Lu Haibin was half-believing and half-doubting. If Han Changming was not lying, this Blood-Forging Pill would also be effective for Jindan cultivators, but the effect would not be great.
"I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Han is also an alchemist. If Fellow Daoist Han holds a Dan-forming Ceremony, I will definitely be there."
True Man Qingyan's tone became much more intimate. Han Changming could now refine second-grade intermediate-quality pills, which meant that Han Changming had great potential in the art of alchemy.
As far as he knew, there was no third-level alchemist in the Red Algae Sea who was able to refine a third-level intermediate-quality elixir.
Chen Li's face looked a little strange, but he didn't say anything. Taixu Sect also had alchemists who were able to refine second-grade intermediate-quality pills. It could only be said that Han Changming had greater potential in alchemy, but it did not mean that Han Changming would definitely be able to refine third-grade alchemists in the future.
The Lu family has two third-level alchemists, but they seem unable to refine even a mid-level elixir.
"Han is always welcome. I am an old acquaintance of Sun Daoyou's disciple Lin Xuan!"
Han Changming said enthusiastically that, putting aside his personal grudge with Lin Xuan, it would not be bad for the Han family to have a good relationship with the Qingyun Sect and Tinghai Pavilion to join forces to fight against the Lu family and Taixu Sect.
True Man Qingyan agreed with a smile. Lin Xuan had never mentioned Han Changming to him, but with Han Changming's words, he would have a reason to get closer to Han Changming in the future.
The five of them started chatting, and this time, Han Changming spoke more.
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Wanmo Island, a hidden cave.
The powerful golden-backed ape stood at the entrance of the cave. It turned its head and looked behind it, and saw a ball of black gas.
The black gas rolled violently and suddenly dissipated, revealing the figure of Han Debiao. Han Debiao had a ruddy face, tattered clothes, and some brown bloodstains could be seen on his chest.
He took a mid-grade Qi-replenishing pill and recuperated for three days. He had almost recovered. If he wanted to recover completely, he needed to rest for a while. He didn't get many good things. The most valuable thing was the alchemy furnace given by Lin Xuan. What he needed was a spiritual object to form an elixir.
Fortune and wealth are achieved through risk. There are third-level monsters on the island, but Han Debiao doesn't care.
Cultivating immortals means fighting against heaven, competing against people, and fighting against beasts. A few third-order monsters can't scare Han Debiao. As long as he is careful, there shouldn't be any big problems.
As long as he could get another magic weapon or spiritual object that could form a pill, he would definitely find a safe place to hide. This was his expected goal in his mind.
Han Debiao put the powerful golden-backed ape into his spirit beast bag and walked out.
Suddenly there was a loud noise in the distance, and the earth shook.
There was a constant roar, as if someone was fighting.
"Could it be Benmin? Or Benfu?"
Han Debiao frowned, pondered for a moment, and strode towards the source of the sound.
Among the five people who entered Wanmo Island, Han Debiao was the strongest and had the highest seniority. If the younger generation were in danger, he would naturally not stand idly by.
In a vast and boundless black forest, on an open area, several monks were fighting fiercely. The ground was bumpy and had several huge fire pits, with two corpses lying on it.
Xue Hai held a short ruler with a shining blue light in his hand. He shook it lightly, and countless blue lights appeared out of thin air, turning into blue water arrows about a foot long, which hit the opposite side.
Zhao Rongrong controlled seven red flying swords, releasing sharp red sword energy and striking towards the opposite side.
There was a constant roar and waves of air.
Not far away there was a two-meter-high green fruit tree with a dozen oval green fruits hanging on the tree. Two giant green pythons fell to the ground with their bodies separated.
Xue Hai frowned. There were three people on Zhao Rongrong's side, but they only had two.
"Fairy Zhao, I'll give you the spiritual fruit."
Xue Hai said in a deep voice, thinking of backing out.
"Let them go? Why should I ask you to? I can't take it myself. Don't hold back, kill them."
Zhao Rongrong's eyes were full of coldness. Xue Hai was the key training target of Tinghai Pavilion. Tinghai Pavilion bordered the power of Taixu Sect. Killing Xue Hai would benefit both her personally and Taixu Sect. She would definitely show no mercy.
She made a sword gesture, and seven flying swords shining with red light burst out with loud sword chants, merged into one, and turned into a giant sword that held up the sky and flew straight towards Xue Hai.
Xue Hai's face changed drastically, and the blue jade ruler in his hand burst out with a dazzling blue light. Countless blue light spots emerged and turned into a thick blue water curtain, protecting the two of them.
At this moment, there was a loud sound of breaking wind, and a strong wind came rushing over and instantly arrived in front of Zhao Rongrong.
Zhao Rongrong's figure flashed and she appeared more than ten feet away. The strong wind hit the protective aura of a Taixu Sect disciple. A painful scream was heard and the Taixu Sect disciple fell down. There was a bloody hole the size of a finger on his head with an expression of disbelief on his face.
Before Zhao Rongrong could even catch her breath, several black fist shadows several meters in size flew over and hit her one after another.
With a dull "bang", Zhao Rongrong's protective aura was instantly shattered, and she flew backwards, vomiting blood.
A large piece of yellow earth spears emerged from the ground. Zhao Rongrong's body hit the yellow earth spears and was pierced into a hedgehog.
The red flying sword fell down and lay motionless.
Seeing that the situation was not good, another Taixu Sect monk wanted to escape, but dense blue water arrows shot from the opposite side. Behind the blue water arrows, there were several magical weapons with shining light.
A man's scream was heard, and a disciple of Taixu Sect fell in a pool of blood.
Han Debiao walked out from behind a bush that was as tall as a person. He flashed and appeared next to Zhao Rongrong's body. He took off the storage bag from Zhao Rongrong's waist and put it in his arms.
When Xue Hai saw Han Debiao, a hint of fear flashed across his eyes, and he said with a smile: "I am Xue Hai, thank you, Fellow Daoist Han, for your help."
"It's just a small favor. Have you seen my people?"
Han Debiao asked casually. He didn't expect that the monks from Tinghai Pavilion had also come in. Wanmo Island was becoming more and more lively.
Xue Hai shook his head and said, "We didn't run into any other Han Daoyou."
"Forget it, you guys better take care of yourself. You won't be so lucky next time."
Han Debiao was a little disappointed and turned away.
Half a minute later, Han Debiao returned to the underground cave. He took out Zhao Rongrong's storage bag, turned the bag upside down, and poured it out. A pile of things appeared on the ground, including hundreds of wooden boxes. He couldn't help but gasp.
There were two magic weapons, a two-foot-long yellow spear and a shield shining with yellow light. On the spear were three small characters "Shaking Mountain Spear", and on the shield were three small characters "Thick Earth Shield".
"A magic weapon with earth attribute? It seems to be the magic weapon from the ancient cultivator's cave. It can be used by Changming."
Han Debiao said to himself that he had discovered an ancient cultivator's cave before. Zhao Rongrong and her group were quite strong, so Han Debiao gave it to Zhao Rongrong. He didn't expect to get it back now.
He looked at the porcelain bottles and wooden boxes, examining them one by one.
“Mid-grade purple marrow pill.”
Han Debiao held a purple pill in his hand, his face full of confusion.
He checked the jade slips on the ground one by one, and found the origin of the purple pill in a green jade slip. The Purple Marrow Pill is the unique secret medicine of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace, which can assist cultivators in reaching the Jindan stage.
Judging from the contents of the jade slip, the ancient cultivator's cave that Zhao Rongrong opened was actually the cave of a third-rank alchemist. A blue jade slip recorded a variety of third-rank alchemy recipes, as well as a set of water-attributed exercises called "Tianhe Dafa" that could be practiced to the Nascent Soul stage.
He had a Fu Jin fruit and a mid-grade purple marrow pill in his hand, so he had a good chance of advancing to the Jindan stage.
In addition to the mid-grade purple marrow pill, there were also hundreds of spiritual medicines, ranging in age from one hundred to eight hundred years old. In addition, he also found things from the Lu family and the Qingyun Sect. It seemed that Zhao Rongrong had killed quite a few cultivators, and in the end, Han Debiao benefited from them.
Having obtained so much wealth, Han Debiao was satisfied and did not plan to take any more risks.
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In the Demon Palace, in a secluded courtyard, there was a field of about an acre in the courtyard. The field was bare, and next to it was a three-story black attic with its door open. There were some remains of puppet beasts on the ground.
Suddenly there was a loud noise in the attic, and the whole attic began to shake violently.
In the basement, Ye Xin stood in front of a wooden shelf, looking excited.
There are a large number of jade slips and two sets of third-level formations on the shelves.
She took a lot of effort and destroyed three second-level puppet beasts before she got here.
Ye Xin put away the jade slip and the formation and strode out.
There are two more stone chambers next to the stone chamber, and there must be treasures inside.
Ye Xin sacrificed eleven Ice Soul Flags, and with a pinch of magic, a strong wind blew, and countless white snowflakes flew out and hit the stone gate.
There was a series of muffled "ding ding" sounds, and ice began to form on the surface of the stone door.
At this moment, the void twisted, Ye Xin felt her body tighten, and a huge pressure came from all directions, making it difficult for her to breathe. She felt an invisible big hand pushing her into the void.
After a strong feeling of dizziness, Ye Xin suddenly appeared high in the sky, and her body fell towards the ground uncontrollably.
A yellow light flew in from a distance and caught Ye Xin. It was Han Changming,
"Ma'am, are you okay?"
Han Changming asked with concern, looking up into the sky.
More than a dozen monks appeared in the sky one after another and fell rapidly into the sea.