After a long time, the fierce aura on Meng Hao slowly dissipated. After it disappeared completely, he opened his eyes. His pupils seemed to be normal, but in the depths of the eyes, there seemed to be something that could shock him. The depth of others is like an impenetrable pool, like a starry sky through which one cannot see.
Meng Hao exhaled a deep breath. In his body, at this moment, the eight Taoist platforms were emitting purple light, all running together, causing too much spiritual power to burst out and spread all over Meng Hao's body.
"It's still not enough. It's a pity that now the most, and only the eighth orbital platform has been opened, and the last one... is still a crucial step away." Meng Hao was silent. The ninth orbital platform was not enough for his medicine, but He has a strange feeling that the ninth station has nothing to do with pill.
This seems to be a bottleneck and requires an opportunity. Once the opportunity arrives, he does not need any pill. With the power of the eight Taoist platforms in his body, he can open the ninth Taoist platform in no time, making his cultivation level directly become Foundation building is completed.
Meng Hao took a deep breath, raised his head slowly in silence, and looked outside the cave. It was still raining outside, and the patter of rain water spread all over the earth, making the rain curtain of the sky and the earth more hazy, and the damp atmosphere filled the surroundings.
This retreat took a long time, and Meng Hao didn't know what had happened to the outside world in the past six months, nor did he know whether Zhou Dekun had escaped the hunt now.
While pondering, Meng Hao did not choose to go out, but with a sharp light in his eyes, lowered his head and took out Chunqiu Wood from the storage bag.
Having been in retreat here for more than half a year, Meng Hao doesn’t care about the longer time. He wants to not go out by himself. Once he goes out, if he encounters the green-faced monk again in the future, he will correct his previous failure by killing. .
Meng Hao took a deep breath, raised his right hand and picked up Chunqiu Wood. The purple light in his palm was dazzling, and the catalytic power was in Meng Hao's place. At this moment, all the cultivation bases were in operation, and he used his eight perfect Taoist cultivation bases to show off.
The purple light became stronger and stronger. After the Chunqiu Wood in Meng Hao's hand absorbed all the purple light, it gradually rose above it, and a second bud appeared. One is imprinted on the spring and autumn wood.
"Counting the previous attempts in the Qingluo Sect, at this moment, the Spring and Autumn Tree has been locked for 20 years." Meng Hao thoughtfully took out the jade box in the storage bag, and took out the jade box from it. Yuanbu Tiandan, staring carefully, contrasted with Chunqiumu again.
"Years are like poison. Use this poison to refine treasures and blend the vitality of life..." The scene of Chen Jiaxi swallowing the Hunyuan Tianbutian Pill appeared in Meng Hao's mind. .
Time passed slowly, and ten more days passed in a blink of an eye. On this day, Meng Hao had a solemn expression. The color of the spring and autumn wood in his hand had become half-gray. At this moment, the years on it have been a full fifty years. But in the future, the more cultivation base Meng Hao needs to pay, the slower the speed of catalysis.
Now he is in the last ten years of his first Jiazi. Once the catalysis is over, this spring and autumn will be completely different from before.
At dusk, the rain from the outside was still there, and all of Meng Hao's mind here was immersed in the Chunqiu Wood, constantly catalyzing it, but at this moment, his complexion changed suddenly, and Chunqiu Wood in his hand shook sharply. , Actually visible to the naked eye, began to decay.
It seems that for more than 50 years, the spring and autumn wood is out of control in an instant, and all is released. No matter what the magic of this spring and autumn wood itself, it seems to be rotten at this moment, and gradually becomes flying ash. Spilled in Meng Hao's hands.
Meng Hao looked ugly. He looked down at the gray marks in front of him and then at his right hand. At this moment, his right hand was also a little older. Although it was not fifty years old, this failure also caused a certain amount. Backlash.
Meng Hao was silent, did not care about his right hand, but frowned.
"It's no wonder that this treasure is rare in the world, because the process of refining this treasure of the years is extremely complicated, and a failure will give up all the previous work, even in the end, you will pay a great price, but once you make a little mistake, everything will be nothing.
Moreover, every failure has to endure the backlash of time..." Meng Hao clearly perceives that his vitality has been invisibly dissipated by this backlash.
"However, if this thing really says that someone can refine it, then this person... must be me." Meng Hao murmured with a hint of light in his eyes, slapped the storage bag with his right hand, and immediately took out a piece of spring and autumn wood again. Catalyze again.
Time passed, and in the middle of the night, the Chunqiu Wood in Meng Hao's hand contained ten years, and until more than ten days passed, on this day, the Chunqiu Wood in Meng Hao's hand was once again locked by him for fifty years.
He took a deep breath and swallowed some pill to regain his spirit. After an hour, he opened his eyes. Instead of catalyzing the last ten years of Jiazi, Meng Hao took out the bronze mirror and copied the pill in its storage bag. The remaining spirit stones copied the Chunqiu wood that contained the power of fifty years.
Fortunately, the Spring and Autumn Wooden Jiazi years are a watershed. If it is not reached, it will not become a magic weapon. Copying is not too expensive for spirit stones, but Meng Hao faintly feels that once the Jiazi years have become a treasure, the cost of copying will increase dramatically.
A moment later, with a bang, Meng Hao looked ugly. His entire right hand was old. After Chun Qiu Mu failed again, Meng Hao had not much spirit stone left at this moment. He endured the heartache at this moment, almost consumed all of it, and copied it again. One comes out and goes to catalysis again.
This time the catalysis lasted for two full days. Until two days later, the Chunqiu Wood in Meng Hao's hand was completely gray. With the imprint of the Locking Technique, the Chunqiu Wood exuded a sense of vicissitudes of life. .
The spring and autumn wood, which contains a few years of age, has successfully appeared!
Meng Hao took a short breath. He stared at the Chunqiu Wood in his hand, and gradually showed a fine light in his eyes. On the Chunqiu Wood, he felt the same sense of time as Hunyuan’s patching the sky, but it was a lot lighter. Does exist.
"It's a pity that the spirit stone is gone, this treasure will definitely consume the spirit stone in the future, but now a treasure of the age has been refined, if its power is considerable, it is enough!" Meng Hao's eyes flashed, staring at the middle of the spring and autumn wood. After hesitating for a while, his left hand was cut off continuously.
After a while, a simple wooden sword appeared in front of Meng Hao. This wooden sword looked very rough, but in Meng Hao’s eyes, this rough wooden sword was the first magic weapon he had made. .
Meng Hao carefully looked at the years wooden sword in his hand, put it in the storage bag, and took out some jade bottles, each of which contained blood. It was all Meng Hao used to refine the soul pill when he was in the Qingluo Sect. For the name, three generations of ancestral blood obtained.
"Refined by the thirteen members of Qingluo Zong, there are five people with three generations of ancestral blood... With the three generations of ancestral blood of these five people, five small blood bodies can be refined." Meng Hao pondered for a moment, and the blood fairy appeared in his mind. In the inheritance, the description of the blood body.
"Blood body is like a shadow, melts into one's own shadow, exists like a clone, life and death are between one's own thoughts, and possesses the power of the deity's two or thirty percent cultivation base. If it can be promoted to a blood spirit, it can show ten percent of the deity's cultivation base, and The final nine generations of ancestral blood, the refined Dacheng blood god, can return to the ancestors!" Meng Hao was silent for a moment, and his eyes showed cold light. This blood fairy inheritance was extremely vicious. Having been in the realm of cultivation for many years, Meng Hao has gained his own understanding of Poison Dao through Dan Dao.
"Like poison, there are three thousand spells, endless avenues, one way all the way, all in the mind of choice." Meng Hao raised his right hand with a wave, and began to refine the blood body according to the blood immortal inheritance method.
This method of refining is based on its own blood, supplemented by the blood of the ancestors of the three generations of others, and also requires a sacrifice to the body. According to the blood fairy inheritance, this is the key, but everything in the world, one plant and one tree, Or it could be one stone and one soil, even the blood fairy of the year had taken the enemy's skin as a sacrifice.
If this thing is not destroyed, the blood body is immortal, and the higher the degree of fusion, the higher the cultivation base that the blood body can show.
Meng Hao pondered for a moment. For this sacrifice, he chose a frozen skin!
The last time the skin was frozen and shed, a large amount of residue was reserved, all of which were collected by Meng Hao. At this moment, five fingernail-sized fragments were taken out, and the blood body refining inherited by the blood fairy began.
Time passed slowly, three months later...
The Daojing in the western part of the Southern Territory has erupted from once a month to almost every three days. This time will shrink with the passage of time, until once every two days, once a day, and finally multiple times a day. , Exist forever!
According to the ancient records of the Southern Territory Sect, the eruption of Daojing will disappear completely after seven days of continuous appearance.
With the reduction of time, the Tianjiao of the major sect families in the western part of the Southern Territory, during this period, seize all the time to feel, and strive to be good fortune at the last juncture.
Until this day, Blood Demon Sect Taoist Li Shiqi, beside the Daowell, felt a breakthrough, stepped into the formation of pill, the eruption of Daojing can only be absorbed by her alone.
After her, Li Daoyi, the Taoist son of the Li family, did not decline after facing Xu Qingshi's defeat at the beginning, but rose up at this moment and became the third person in the Southern Territory to step into the cultivation of alchemy. Daojing aura erupts, this aura does not belong to the heavens and the earth, but only belongs to the breakthrough who realizes the success.
A sensation in the South.
At this time, Meng Hao came out of the cave where he had been in retreat for nearly a year for the first time. His hair was already long, and wrinkles appeared on his right hand inside his sleeve. His body was no longer purple. Yunzong's main furnace alchemist robe, but changed into a set of cyan gown.
In this rainy morning, Meng Hao's figure turned into a long rainbow and went straight to the distant horizon.
His expression was calm, but his eyes seemed to contain stars, which were unfathomable.
Although his cultivation is still building the foundation, at this moment, his true combat power can no longer be measured by the foundation-building monk, how strong he is...
Meng Hao also wants to witness!
So he wants to fight!
To fight tomorrow, to understand Jiutai, fight... Shock the world!
To find the opportunity to break through the cultivation base!