Taoist Fang Xian

Chapter 17
I locked myself in the alchemy room for ten days, and finally on the 11th day, Fang Xin walked out of the cliff cave with a smile on his face.

The experimental results are fine.

Although the process of this pill is very cumbersome, and every step requires mental power to draw and coordinate it.

but.

After he carefully verified, boldly prescribed the medicine, and used the grass and trees to sense it.

In the end, he also refined the elixir.

And it's the kind that's very skilled.

And the price paid was only to consume three parts to refine the medicinal materials of Bigu Pill.

compared to his gains.

It's all worth it.

For ten days without sleep, he refined all the remaining 22 pills.

The success rate is very high.

Even if it is really averaged, he can evenly achieve three finished products for each batch of pills.

Occasionally four hits.

But it's not a big problem.

He was the only one who successfully cultivated four pills, and he ate the fourth Bigu pill of that batch of pills.

All in all.

This time, he even produced 67 pills in a row.

This kind of success rate, even in the entire alchemy academy, is among the best.

And then count the time.

In just ten days, the pill was refined from scratch to this point.

It would be shocking to say so.

This is not a genius, but a monster!
Even in this incomparably evil Sanshan Palace, where evildoers are rampant, they are absolutely unacceptable evildoers.

This is just the beginning.

Because this sorcerer-level elixir, such as bigu pills, needs to be drawn with spiritual power.

All this is due to his relatively weak mental strength.

After he has practiced for a period of time, he is even sure that he can practice this bigu pill to a high degree of proficiency, and even at least four or five pills can be produced in one furnace.

Carry your own baggage.

Fang Xin squeezed the fifteen pills inside, and smiled happily.

These fifteen pills represent 750 talismans.

In addition, he hadn't had time to claim it, the monthly money of two hundred rupees.

Add up to a thousand or less.

The first spell is very important, but with so much talisman money, he can pick a good spell with his hands.

Of course.

more importantly.

His other 51 bigu pills have been stored in the ancestral aperture between the eyebrows by him.

After all, without revealing the wealth, it is already a genius to use 25 materials to practice [-] pills.

Any more and that would be overkill.

If you look into his ancestral aperture.

You can see 51 elixir dripping and exuding brilliance, revolving around that little gourd vine.

And right next to the gourd vine, a small white lotus is also emitting a little bit of light.

It seems to be rubbing the aura of the gourd vine.

For a warlock, opening an ancestral aperture is equivalent to having a place to store spiritual objects.

If the item has a spirit.

Basically, it can be stored in the ancestral aperture between the eyebrows.

Of course.

Like most of the sundries, they have to carry it by themselves.

Unless there is a Qiankun bag or something.

But such a good thing, ordinary poor magicians and Taoists, are not qualified to use it.

Still have to draw it slowly.

The most important thing for him now is to quickly acquire all the materials for the first spell.

Then he planned to find a lair.

In this cloudy mountain range to which the Three Mountain Palace belongs, countless underground spiritual springs and countless wonderful lands are waiting for them to discover.

Sanshan Palace is always someone else's.

Fang Xin can only settle down if he finds a cave of his own in the mountains.

Now, he is too busy.

After finishing this thing and doing that thing, there is no time to meditate or think.

But he had fun with it.

After all, with conditions like his, among many sorcerers and Taoists, he is definitely among the best, and Scorpion Baba is the only one.

Regardless of its own ability.

Or the ability to pull hatred.

That's all well and good.

There are self-impaired spells inside, and impermanence outside is always watching, so we must be cautious at all times and make progress at all times.

Can't slow down for a moment!

While thinking this way, Fang Xin's feet felt windy, and he also quickly walked towards the Daozang Hall in the Sanshan Palace.

The main hall is also very strange.

The one guarding the entrance of the Daozang Great Hall turned out to be a feathered man with green feathers all over his body and wings on his back.

According to reason.

If ordinary Taoists want to find spells, there is no need to come to the Daozang Hall.

Although the spell here is complete.

But it is also very precious.

Ordinary warlocks have the power to protect themselves in order to practice spells as soon as possible. Most of them will enter the palace after collecting two or three hundred talismans.

Although the spells obtained are average.

Just like that Qingsha Immortal who has practiced the art of calling names and calling souls for many years.

But it also has great potential.

If you really work hard and study hard, just relying on the technique of calling the name and calling the soul is enough.

Watching Fang Xin walk over.

That Yuren didn't say anything else, but just gave him a cold look.

Then the door of Daozang was opened:
"The scriptures are all in the hall."

"Whichever you want, just invest the corresponding talisman money."

"One time investment is non-refundable."

"The time for a stick of incense is for you to choose. Don't wait until it expires. If you don't come out within a stick of incense, you will bear the consequences!"

After finishing speaking, this Yuren once again lay down in the big red coffin at the door.

He didn't even look at Fang Xin.

Seeing this scene, Fang Xin didn't have any other feelings.

A person walked up the steps slowly.

And at this time.

All I saw was the crudely drawn monster on the plaque at the entrance of the main hall, and suddenly opened its eyes.

brush!
The red gaze instantly shot out from the monster's two eyes and shone on Fang Xin.

Then the light faded.

I only saw the two thick vines entrenched on the left and right sides of the gate, and they were also slowly retreating to the left and right.

呵呵呵向~
It looks like a snake and a scorpion.

Walking through the door expressionlessly, Fang Xin stepped into the hall with one step.

Looking towards the hall.

Seeing the sky above the main hall, there are lamps hanging one after another, and each lamp has eight lamps on it.

Every light is blue.

Countless lamps hovered around the hall, seemingly floating.

Occasionally, there were sad eyes, emerging from the blue flames, but they disappeared in a flash.

Looking straight ahead.

I only saw one golden light after another, constructing scriptures one after another, even directly arranged on the void.

The golden words float in the air.

The rows are very spectacular.

Moreover, there are many round, pillar-like columns constructed from scriptures, which are also slowly rotating.

It looks very spectacular.

So, Fang Xin, who just came in, was immediately fascinated by this scene.

"Bah!"

There was a sound of oil falling to the ground.

But at this moment, Fang Xin was awakened instantly.

Then he looked at the censer next to the door.

I only saw that the stick of incense at this moment has already burned two-thirds of its length.

see this scene.

Fang Xin's complexion could not help but change, and his complexion seemed to become a little gloomy.

But in an instant, he regained his expressionless expression again.

Just stop looking at the scriptures.

The pace of walking is faster, and the catalog of many spells is also more.

at last.

Walking through row after row of bookshelves, walking through many spells such as horror, chaos, nightmare, phantom, separation, soul calling, ghosting, false shape....

Fang Xin finally found a spell that suits his heart.

Look at the introduction above the catalog.

Fang Xin couldn't help laughing:

"Colorful paper color body technique, the secret technique of the soul ecstasy."

"Sacrifice a three-inch paper figurine, and when you blow it out, it will become the size of a human being. It can enshrine the spirit. It is extremely powerful, invulnerable to swords and guns, and can jump like flying, but it is only afraid of water and fire."

Seeing this, Fang Xin smiled even more happily:
"It really is flawed."

"But it's just a spell with only a rough outline, and it really fits the style of a Taoist palace."

The reason why this spell caught Fang Xin's attention was entirely because of his great potential.

Can be big or small.

Entrust the soul.

Invulnerable.

Such characteristics, and even development directions, can be said to be very extensive.

If practice properly.

If you really perfect this spell, maybe you can really practice a shocking magic.

It's just that the price is a little bit touching:
"Nine hundred talisman purses cover everything."

"The Taoist Palace really knows how to do business."

Although the [-] talisman coins also contain materials for offering sacrifices to the paper-making man, there is also a way to build the altar.

But let's be honest.

The price is really a bit of a pit.

After all, his so-called taking all the materials is just to give him a few spiritual papers and let him go back and pack them up.

The altar is indeed important.

But the problem is that this thing only needs a form, that is to say, even if it is only fabricated with soil, it only needs to create a shape and engrave it with a spell, and it can still be used.

The only difference is the difference in material.

It's totally a profit.

Monopoly business is really easy to do!
What's more, he also saw the high-level secret technique of this department of ecstasy, which was used to sacrifice a magic weapon called Yasha ecstasy streamer.

Not to mention how much money is needed.

Anyway, the condition of exchange is to obtain [-] great merits for the sect, and to have the position of a deacon.

This is simply called sky-high price.

You know, in the entire Sanshan Palace, apart from the three alchemists, there are only four Enlightenment Hall Masters, nine meditation stewards, and eighteen deacons all headed by administrators.

Each one is a powerful man.

To be able to become a deacon, one does not know how many bloody storms have been experienced.

Difficult~ Difficult~
From his chest, he took out the token belonging to the Taoist temple, and drew out the aura of unclaimed money from it.

Afterwards, he took out fourteen bigu pills, and put them all into the golden light that belonged to the colored paper color body technique.

wow~
The golden brilliance flows.

brush!
The next moment, a small wooden box that was square and one foot square fell into his hands.

On it is engraved a small paper man with blush on it. At this moment, the paper man is playing the clown with his tongue out, looking funny and weird.

(End of this chapter)