Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 897 Dan Ding
Liu Qinghuan was taken aback. In his map of the Songxi Cave, the Three Burning Jade Pill Furnace was accumulating Immortal Ascension Pills in the eyes of the sea, which was almost exactly the same as the scene here!
The big cauldron was slightly rippling with the water in the pool, coupled with the escaping smoke, it was obviously in the process of gestating the elixir.

And the few people here obviously understand what this scene represents, one by one from time to time cast their eyes in the direction of the pool, their joy and greed are undoubtedly revealed, but they don't know why they don't break the restriction, but fight outside?

However, because of Liu Qinghuan's arrival, the scene suddenly cooled down. The middle-aged man Xiuyin swept across the other people angrily, with a hint of arrogance in his expression, he ignored everyone and went to squat down in front of the restraint to check.

In addition to the still expressionless selflessness, Liu Qinghuan caught the banished flower man winking at the old woman, and then moved away as if nothing had happened.

The atmosphere became a little strange, the old woman coughed lowly, and paused her crutches: "Let's break the restriction first, I've checked it just now, I'm afraid this restriction is not simple."

Banhualang walked up to the middle-aged male cultivator, and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter if it's simple or not, just blast it away?"

"No." The middle-aged male cultivator said in a deep voice: "This restriction is closely connected with this space. If it is broken hard, it will very likely cause the space to be broken, and the gain outweighs the loss."

He waved his hand and typed out a few spells, and saw that the light curtain covering the pool suddenly glowed brightly, and faint bands of light emerged, stretched and flew in all directions, connecting the sky and the earth, forming a A dense net.

The entire Tianji Palace was divided into countless grids of the same size, and the brilliance surged in it, rippling with mist like water waves.

Compared with formations, the power of prohibition is generally much greater. If you don't move, it will affect the overall situation and cause a huge chain reaction.

In addition, this is the Baojing Palace, and the Daoist Wangren's mechanical skills are the best in the world. No one knows whether he has set up a trap to make people die, so no one dares to act rashly.

The old woman bent her back and said old-fashionedly: "It's not easy..."

"Hello!" The exiled flower man approached unsteadily, squinted at Liu Qinghuan and said, "Are you proficient in formations?"

Liu Qinghuan shook her head slightly: "I haven't dabbled in it."

Banhualang frowned and walked away: "... If I knew it, I wouldn't have forced Qing Ji away, at least she still knows a little bit..."

The expressions of several people became dignified, walking back and forth around the pool to investigate with their own thoughts.

The pool is several miles in radius, and the water is as clear as a mirror, a deep blue.As for the big tripod floating in the center of the pool, only the upper half of the tripod can be glimpsed. It is square and majestic, full of antiquity, and its quality should not be low.

The more Liu Qinghuan looked at it, the happier he was. He didn't expect to see a alchemy tripod here. You must know that water-type alchemy is not as popular as fire-type alchemy, so water-type alchemy furnaces are extremely rare, and there are even fewer high-quality ones. .

And since the Sanfen Jade Pill Furnace has been cultivating Feixian Pill for a long time, what he usually uses is a very ordinary pill furnace, which still has some influence on the refining of the pill.

Therefore, while others were guessing what kind of divine pill was contained in the tripod, Liu Qinghuan's eyes were focused on the tripod, distinguishing the somewhat blurred carvings on it.

At this time, Wuwo came over suddenly, cupped his hands and said, "My friend, we meet again."

Liu Qinghuan was secretly surprised that this person would take the initiative to talk to him. After thinking about it, he glanced to the side again, guessing vaguely in his heart, and replied: "Yes, counting, this is the third time we have met."

After exchanging names and taboos, Wuwo's ​​cold and ferocious face softened slightly: "It turned out to be fellow Daoist Qinglin. That day in Broken Star Town, fellow Daoist was troubled by me and encountered unpleasant things. Please don't take it to heart. .”

"How could it be?" Liu Qinghuan said with a light smile, "It's just a small thing, I've already forgotten it."

The two exchanged a few polite words, Wuwo raised his chin slightly, and looked at the three people over there: "What do you think?"

The middle-aged male cultivator was standing by the pool with a cold face at this time, pieces of auras of different colors flew out of his hands, as if he was checking whether there were omissions in the restriction.

On the other side, Banhualang and the old woman came together seemingly unintentionally, talked in a low voice for a few words, and then separated again.

Liu Qinghuan chuckled lightly: "While the wind blows the weeds, whichever benefits and which side falls, it's just that everyone has their own wishes."

There is a thin layer of restriction, the treasure is there, no one wants to take it as their own, but there are five people present, and one of them is obviously better than the other four, if the others want to get a share, Then they can only join forces to contend.

The middle-aged male cultivator has the highest cultivation base and the strongest strength, so naturally he is not willing to give away the treasure he is about to get, so he is alone.

The old woman's cultivation base was only a little lower than that of the middle-aged man in the late stage of the Yin Deficiency Realm, and she must have other plans, but I don't know if she has reached some kind of alliance with the exiled flower man.

Liu Qinghuan and Wuwo looked at each other and nodded slightly.

Cultivated to their level, they are all people with exquisite minds, and they can already understand the other party's mind with just a simple belated greeting.

The undercurrent hidden under the calm has already begun to surge, and the five people have faintly divided into three factions in a very short period of time.And when the restriction is broken, it is when the battle breaks out.

However, before they could start fighting, they saw that the brilliant light bands connecting the sky and the earth suddenly fluctuated, and the entire ruins began to shake.

"Who!" The middle-aged male cultivator suddenly turned his head: "Who touched the restriction?"

At the same time, a black shadow rushed out from the void, raised its hand and flew out, hitting the forbidden light curtain covering the pool!

"boom!"

The lightning bolts like spider veins shot out in all directions, and Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but shudder inwardly with the hint of mourning and destruction contained within. She immediately used the tortoise shell to protect her body, and quickly flew back.

"Qing Ji!" Ban Hualang roared, a banner suddenly appeared in his hand, and large streams of pink smoke gushed out: "You are not dead!"

"Hahaha!" Qing Ji let out a sharp laugh, and saw that the cover on her face had been removed, her left face was as beautiful as a fairy, but her right face was as ugly as a ghost, with long snow-white hair that fell to the ground all over her head.

"If you die, I may not die!" She looked at Banhualang viciously, held up the things in her hands, and said with a crazy expression: "Whoever kills him for me, I will take him into the restriction!"

What she held in her hand was a palm-sized formation disk, on which shredded lights flickered, as if all the stars in the sky had fallen into the disk, emitting a trace of mighty power that affected the heavens and the earth.

The scene was silent, and Hualang spat with an extremely ugly face: "You ugly monster, don't think that you can do whatever you want with the astrolabe in your hand!"

He turned his head to look at the others. Liu Qinghuan and Wuwo both stood relatively far away, obviously with an attitude of nothing to do with him, while the expressions of the old woman and the middle-aged male cultivator were somewhat intriguing.

(End of this chapter)