Entering the alchemy room, Han Changming took out the alchemy furnace and array setting tools and began to refine the Qi-enhancing Pill.
With a "puff" sound, a large flame appeared out of thin air and enveloped the bottom of the Zi Yang Furnace.
After half a minute, a faint medicinal fragrance wafted out.
Han Changming did not dare to be careless and quickly used his spiritual sense to check the condition of the pill.
Under the control of his spiritual consciousness, the liquid in the Zi Yang Furnace slowly gathered together and its volume slowly shrank.
Han Changming's magic spell changed, the flames grew, and the liquid slowly began to rotate.
Among the alchemy experience left by Chen Ziyang, there is a fire control technique, which can increase the temperature of the flame, shorten the time of alchemy, and improve the success rate of alchemy.
Of course, this fire-controlling technique consumes a large amount of mana, and can only be practiced by cultivators who have established their foundation.
As time passed, a strong medicinal fragrance wafted out from the house.
After less than half a quarter of an hour, Han Changming's magic formula changed, and the flame gradually became smaller. After twenty breaths, the flame dissipated and disappeared.
He opened the alchemy furnace, which contained eight Qi-enhancing Pills.
Han Changming showed a look of joy. This time when he was refining the Qi Condensing Pill, he added spiritual water.
He checked the eight Qi-enhancing Pills one by one; both their color and size were good.
He put away the eight Qi-invigorating pills and input a spell into the formation plate. Soon, a ball of red flame suddenly appeared and enveloped the Zi Yang Furnace.
After preheating, he poured the elixir and half a bottle of spiritual water into the Zi Yang furnace.
After half a minute, a faint medicinal fragrance wafted out from the Zi Yang furnace.
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Thousand Poison Island is a medium-sized island that is filled with poisonous fog and miasma all year round. The sea area near Thousand Poison Island is shrouded in sea fog that lasts all year round, and strong winds blow from time to time.
A huge green gourd was floating in the air. Ten cultivators were sitting on the green gourd. There was a gourd pattern on their clothes. They were Han Debiao and his group.
Han Debiao and nine tribesmen in the Qi Refining Stage went to Thousand Poison Island to look for elixirs, led by Han Daoqian.
Han Daoqian, ranked third in the Dao generation, is at the ninth level of Qi Refining. He was also one of the three heroes of the Han family.
The Three Heroes of the Han Family are not permanent. Before the age of forty is the best age for foundation building. After forty, there is still a certain chance of advancing to the foundation building stage. After sixty, the hope is slim.
Han Daoqian took the foundation-building pill but was unable to advance to the foundation-building stage. He is 105 years old this year and his life span is running out.
A Qi Refining cultivator can live for about a hundred years, a Foundation Establishment cultivator can live for more than two hundred years, and a Core Forming cultivator can live for more than five hundred and fifty years.
When Han Daoqian was fighting in his early years, he suffered serious injuries to his lower body and was unable to have children. He treated all his descendants as his own children.
If he didn't come to Thousand Poison Island, he would have passed away in the clan. If he could find the necessary elixir that could dissolve the residual poison in Han Zhangxiang's body, that would be perfect. While he was still able to move, he would come to Thousand Poison Island with Han Debiao and contribute his remaining energy to the family.
There are ten Qi-refining cultivators, mainly from the "Dao" and "De" generations. The "Chang" generation did not come. They are the hope for the future of the Han family.
There were five people above the sixth level of Qi Refining. They carried three second-level low-grade puppet beasts and a batch of detoxification pills.
"Let's go! Be careful, the reputation of Thousand Poison Island is not false."
Han Daoqian's face was solemn. Every year, a large number of cultivators came to Thousand Poison Island to look for elixirs, and most of them stayed there forever.
Han Daoqian made a hand gesture and the green gourd under him slowly flew towards the thick fog ahead.
The surroundings were all white, and it was pitch dark when one stretched one's hand in front of one's face. The Qi training cultivators were not yet able to project their spiritual senses, so they could only rely on their naked eyes.
Suddenly, a loud roar was heard from the front, and a huge ball of fire could be vaguely seen.
Han Daoqian's magic spell changed and the green gourd suddenly stopped. Everyone's face was full of vigilance.
A green light flew towards them at a very fast speed.
Not long after, Han Daoqian saw the green light clearly. It was actually a green flying shuttle about ten feet long. On the green flying shuttle stood two Qi-refining cultivators, a man and a woman. They looked panicked, as if they had encountered something terrible.
Dozens of fireballs as big as watermelons suddenly appeared behind them and quickly smashed towards the two of them.
Boom!
A large sea of red fire enveloped the figures of the two Qi-refining monks. When the flames dissipated, two charred corpses and a green shuttle fell into the sea.
The two Han family monks quickly took out their rope magic tools, wrapped them around the corpse, and searched for valuables on the body.
With a muffled "buzzing" sound, a group of huge red mosquitoes flew over. They had four wings on their backs, their entire bodies were red, and there was a sharp blood-red spike in their mouths.
"Blood-thirsty mosquito! It's actually this kind of poisonous insect."
Bloodthirsty mosquitoes are very sensitive to blood and are very aggressive. They are not afraid of fire spells, and can be restrained by gold or ice spells.
There were hundreds of blood-sucking mosquitoes, rushing over from different directions.
Before they got close, dozens of red fireballs hit them.
Han Debiao was not in a hurry. He took out a green gourd the size of a palm and chanted a spell. With a whistling sound, a gust of wind blew out and blew away dozens of red fireballs.
"Use gold magic to attack them quickly," Han Daoqian ordered.
He took out a crescent-shaped golden scimitar and chopped it lightly. A large golden blade flew out and slashed at the bloodthirsty mosquito.
Others either offered talismans, cast spells, or manipulated magical tools to attack the bloodthirsty mosquitoes.
This group of blood-sucking mosquitoes are all first-level poisonous insects. Facing the powerful firepower of Han Daoqian and others, they are no match at all and fall from mid-air one after another.
Han Daoqian and his ten men had practiced in Kuixingfang City and had excellent coordination, which was not comparable to the blood-sucking mosquitoes.
Before long, hundreds of blood-sucking mosquitoes were killed and none of them escaped.
The wings of first-grade, top-quality blood-sucking mosquitoes can be used to refine weapons, but the number of first-grade, top-quality blood-sucking mosquitoes is not large.
After dealing with the body of the blood-sucking mosquito, they continued on their way.
In the next three days, they encountered many kinds of poisonous insects. The strength of each individual poisonous insect was not strong, but there were many of them, ranging from dozens to hundreds. Fortunately, Han Daoqian and others had made sufficient preparations, and these poisonous insects did not hurt them.
Fortunately, they did not encounter any strong winds.
Three days later, a emerald green island appeared in front of them. The island was more than 1,300 miles long and more than 700 miles wide. The central area of the island was covered by a large area of miasma, and the situation inside could not be seen clearly.
The terrain of the island is high in the south and low in the north, and a large number of plants grow on the island.
"Is this the Thousand Poison Island?" Han Debiao muttered to himself, looking a little solemn.
Thousand Poison Island is a dangerous place in the Red Algae Sea. Thousands of monks have died on the Thousand Poison Island, so he must be extra careful.
"Defend yourself and don't be careless. Thousand Poison Island does not tolerate carelessness." Han Daoqian warned solemnly.
They all put on defense, divided into two groups of five, and advanced slowly.
Before long, they disappeared into the mountains.