Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 100 Condensation Technique

The cultivation of dialects made Xing Wuyi very speechless. It has been several months, and the dialects have not rested for a day. The monks who have just established the foundation, staying in this hopeless place, why are they so eager to increase their cultivation base?

Finally couldn't bear it anymore, Xing Wuwu sent a strong wave of spiritual consciousness: "Dialect boy, why are you practicing so hard, even if you practice to the foundation establishment Dzogchen, it is difficult to form a pill here."

"Brother Xing, I have a way to get out, but I need to improve my cultivation level."

"What? Are you crazy? Can you get out?"

"Didn't you teach it? If you can collect the miasma poison, you can go out. It's just that my cultivation base is too poor and the collection is too slow, so I can't go out."

"You said you can collect the miasma poison from above? My majestic Nascent Soul cultivator's magic weapon has been destroyed and even his body has been corroded. How can you collect it? It's not a dream."

Before Xing Wuwu finished a sentence, he found a touch of pink on the dialect's hand. When he probed it, his consciousness immediately retreated, and he shouted: "Boy, put it away quickly, this thing can corrode the consciousness. It will even destroy the soul."

After a long time, Xing Wuwu's consciousness appeared again. Seeing that Fang Yan was still holding the miasma poison in his hand, he couldn't help being surprised. After careful inspection, he found that the dialect used magic power to wrap this miasma poison. The mana of the dialect is constantly corroded, but there is a continuous flow of it. As long as the mana of the dialect is not exhausted, it will not hurt the dialect's body, and naturally it will not be able to harm his own spiritual consciousness.

Xing Wuwu, who has no body, feels a burst of blush, he is living more and more, no wonder he is so cautious, once he was bitten by a snake for ten years, he was afraid of well ropes, his physical body was destroyed by this miasma poison back then, I have been trapped here for thousands of years.

But then Xing accidentally reminded the dialect: "Boy, don't think that you can get out if you can collect a little. What you collect is less than one ten-thousandth of the close body, and the higher you go, the thicker the miasma. Ji, how much can you collect? Besides, the miasma poison above is not common. If you are not careful, you will touch the restriction. At that time, there will be a hundred times the miasma poison. His body was destroyed."

But as he was talking, Xing Wuwu discovered something was wrong. The trace of miasma in front of him was taken out by dialect, which means that this trace of miasma has been on dialect for the past few months. Could it be that he has been constantly Wrap this miasma poison with magic power?Could it be that dialect has a magic weapon that can contain miasma poison?Thinking of this, Xing Wuyi couldn't believe it. He built his foundation in dialect, and he could see through his whole body, inside and out, with just one glance. Except for the strange Li Huo in his dantian, there was nothing at all.

Dialect listened to Xing Wuwu's words, without arguing, just said: "Brother Xing, I can really collect it, but the collection speed is too slow, far less than the speed at which miasma poisons come in. As long as my cultivation level improves, I don't need to form alchemy. At the top of the foundation building, I am sure that I can collect these miasma poisons."

"Dialect, do you have a magic weapon that can contain miasma poison?"

"Yes, I have a magic weapon that can contain miasma."

Hearing that Xing Wuwu guessed it, the dialect didn't hide it anymore, and directly agreed.

Xing Wuxin didn't ask Fangyan to take out this magic weapon. After a while, he suddenly said to Yanyan: "Fangyan, if this is the case, although you are not sure, you still have a chance to go out, so you don't need to rush to improve your cultivation skills. Because, your method won’t work, even if your magic weapon is against the sky, your cultivation base is too low, and the chance of breaking out of the miasma poisonous layer is no more than one point, I will give you two more exercises, you should practice this first, as long as If you can achieve a small success in these two exercises, you can try to wash away the miasma poison."

After finishing speaking, two more formulas came from Xing Wuwu.

Fang Yan closed his eyes and carefully examined the two exercises. The first one turned out to be a condensing art of refining art, which was different from the art of refining that dialect had practiced for a few days. It's another method of refining weapons. After watching it for a long time, the dialect finally understood that this is Xing Wuwu's set of tactics in order to leave Zhang Taolin. He collected miasma poison and condensed it into a spiritual armor. The spirit armor is naturally not afraid of miasma poison outside the body. It is estimated that this is the method that Xing Wuyi has summed up after years of hard thinking here, but his physical body has been destroyed and there is no way to implement it.

Dialect had never thought that the miasma poison could be dealt with in this way. Only this one item allowed Fang Yan to see once again how powerful Xing Wuwu was, and it was much more reliable than forcibly collecting it himself. It is estimated that in the later stage of foundation establishment, it will only be able to catch up with the penetration speed of the miasma poison. If it is true as Brother Xing said, after the restriction is triggered, there will be a hundred times the miasma poison flooding in, then I will be out of my wits if I can. The soul is preserved.

It's just that this condensed miasma poison can't be succeeded in a day or two. It needs a little bit of condensing. Fortunately, I have the Qiankun Pot. Otherwise, it would be difficult to implement even with this exercise. It is difficult to refine a spiritual armor even in a year.

The other skill should be counted as supernatural power, the illusion-breaking eye. After successful cultivation, you can see through formations and restrictions. Although it cannot be broken, it is still very useful to find a weak link.

Dialect knew the preciousness of these two exercises, so he quickly thanked them.

"Fang Yan, don't thank me, it's for myself. It seems that I want to go out, but it falls on you. You can practice with peace of mind. If you have any questions, you can come to me at any time. As long as you stick out your divine sense, I will help you." I'll come over." After saying this, Xing Wuwu's consciousness receded, leaving Dialect alone to figure out the two exercises.

Dialect is no longer as desperately improving his cultivation as in the past, and his main energy is on refining the Peach Miasma Armor, which is the most difficult thing now.

Collecting miasma poison, many people do this, such as the two poisonous monks that dialect met in the peach miasma forest, but people who think of refining peach miasma into spirit armor can say no, this kind of thing is not suitable for him with ordinary flames. Ineffective, high-level flames are incompatible with each other, they cannot be refined at all, and the physical body cannot be directly contacted, so most people directly seal up the miasma poison, and then release it directly to kill the enemy. Of course, those people collect it from the periphery Compared with the miasma on the top of Zhangtao Forest, it can be said that one is the sky and the other is the earth, and the difference is more than a hundred times.

Dialect cultivation aptitude is very ordinary, otherwise he would not be underestimated by Xing Wuwu, but his comprehension of spells and formulas is good. After a month and a half, Fang Yan has initially mastered the basic essentials of the condensing technique, and began to try to condense his own collection. To the trace of miasma poison in the Qiankun pot.

There is no problem with the method. After ten days of hard work, Dialect finally took this trace of miasma poison for his own use, but there is also a problem. If he wants to refine a set of peach miasma armor at this speed, I am afraid it will not be possible in a few years. It is conservatively estimated that it will take decades or even hundreds of years to complete.

When I go out, I will almost live to the end. Dialect doesn't want to stay here for dozens or hundreds of years: "Brother Xing?"

"Huh? Dialect, what's the problem?"

"I've already condensed a trace of miasma poison."

"I saw it. I didn't expect you to comprehend it so quickly. I thought it would take at least half a year for you to start refining. You still have such a talent."

"Brother Xing, stop joking, I'm not talking about this, I want to ask, is there any good way for you to speed up the condensing speed?"

"It's not that there is no way, but in this ghost place, there is nothing but miasma poison, so you can refine it with peace of mind, but decades of hard work will pass in the blink of an eye."

decades?Blink?Dialect doesn’t have this kind of feeling. It’s only been more than 20 years since dialect was born, and it’s decades in the blink of an eye, so it’s equivalent to not blinking?

But the dialect was also heard, and Xing Wuwu had a way to increase the refining speed, so he asked quickly: "Brother Xing, what can you tell me?"

"The condensing technique is actually a completely different refining method from the usual refining method. Usually, the refining technique uses real fire and spiritual fire, but the condensing technique can only be achieved by using extremely yin substances. Only the negative substances can be used. Only tempering can speed up the refining speed, but in this peach forest, where to find negative substances, you can rest assured."

"Negative substance?" Dialect lowered his head and thought for a while: "Brother Xing, does Xuanshui count as feminine substance?"

"Mysterious water? It can barely be considered a negative substance, but it can't be improved much by using mysterious water. Besides, it takes a lot of mysterious water to condense such a pair of spirit armor. You still have mysterious water on your body?"

"Well, Brother Xing, can you see if this works?"

"Huh? This is?" Seeing the cloud of blue water wrapped in the spiritual power in Fang Yan's hand, he seemed a little unbelievable.

(End of this chapter)