Chapter 459 Ten Thousand Years Bell Spirit Milk

The conversation between Lin Yan and Xiao Xuantian from the outside world, including Lin Yan's own determination, was naturally unknown to Zhang Qingyuan, who had temporarily opened up a retreat.

boom! ! !

Between the air, a burst of air oscillates visible to the naked eye.

Like ripples on the surface of the water, it oscillates in all directions, and a gust of air and breeze is rolled up in the flat ground, sweeping towards the surroundings.

At the same moment, the momentum in Zhang Qingyuan's body suddenly rose to a higher level.

Breakthrough!

Zhang Qingyuan, who was sitting cross-legged on the white jade futon, opened his eyes, the light in his pupils flickered, and he slowly raised his palms.

"The fourth stage is late!"

Feeling that at least 30% of the true essence in the body was lifted out of thin air, Zhang Qingyuan secretly said in his heart.

It took two days to refine the massive and pure spiritual energy of a high-grade spirit stone, and with the help of a Tongzhen Pill, he successfully raised his cultivation to the late fourth stage.

This speed is not unpleasant.

You must know that a year ago, Zhang Qingyuan's cultivation level was only able to break through to the fourth level of True Essence.

certainly,

This is also related to the degree of cherishment of the resources he consumes, which is not at all extremely precious things that ordinary cultivators in the real yuan realm can easily obtain.

Coupled with his own practice of the One Yuan Guishui Sutra, the fourth-level peak practice method can greatly purify one's own true essence, which itself can lower the threshold for one's own cultivation to break through.

As well as the remnants of the mysterious Divine Refinement Technique Taiyi Refinement Technique he practiced, the condensed consciousness also brought a lot of convenience to the breakthrough.

Under the combination of various factors,

While Zhang Qingyuan has a strong foundation, the speed of cultivation is also extremely fast, and the progress of cultivation far exceeds that of ordinary monks in the real yuan realm.

With ordinary money, it is possible to reach the level of the super genius and evil spirit of the Yunshui Sect!

"After I go back this time, if I can find a way to successfully cultivate that incomplete barren body training art, then my strength will definitely be able to rise to a new level!"

At this moment, a sharp light lit up in Zhang Qingyuan's eyes.

With the powerful increase of that body refining technique, coupled with the realm and means of his own improvement, if he were to face the red robe bishop again, maybe he would be able to compete with the opponent without using swordsmanship!

Possess the combat power of the late stage of the real Yuan realm!

That would be a huge improvement!

Suppress the excitement in your heart.

Zhang Qingyuan gathered his mind, his true essence ran Zhou Tian, ​​and he quickly stabilized the realm he had just broken through.

At this time,

He did not leave the customs immediately, but opened the red robe bishop's storage bag.

After the first battle that day, Zhang Qingyuan and Lin Yan rode the light to leave the battlefield at full speed, far away from the range of Luoyan City. At that time, Zhang Qingyuan did not have time to examine his spoils one by one, but just swept them slightly. at a glance.

A precious high-grade spirit stone was found inside.

So far, this is the first high-grade spirit stone that Zhang Qingyuan has come into contact with, and its preciousness is self-evident.

This is not at all an extremely cherished cultivation resource that ordinary cultivators in the real essence realm can access.

And this also made Zhang Qingyuan, who fluctuated at the bottleneck of the cultivation realm after the war, gave birth to his thoughts, and this time he had a breakthrough in retreat.

With the assistance of high-grade spirit stones, and after the successive battles, the momentum reached its peak.

A breakthrough is the best time, however.

And the final result,

He did succeed.

"Hopefully there will be some good stuff."

Taking out the contents of the storage bag, Zhang Qingyuan identified them one by one.

Soon,

Looking at the multitude of objects in front of him, a sense of joy arises in his heart.

The harvest is really great!

Not to mention some other things that Zhang Qingyuan did not look down upon, there were three large jade boxes inside, and there were three thousand middle-grade spirit stones sealed inside.

There are also three supplementary medicinal pills that can be used in the real yuan realm, all of which Zhang Qingyuan has not used since he was promoted to the real yuan realm.

And the same is extremely precious, the value can be said to be the highest ten thousand-year-old stalactite of all the things in the storage bag!

It is a treasure of heaven and earth that is extremely cherished. It has various functions such as improving the cultivation qualifications of monks, nourishing the body, washing the tendons and replacing the marrow.

The thousand-year-old stalactite is already available but not available.

Something that is enough to make ordinary cultivators in the True Yuan realm put their lives on the line.

And the stalactite of ten thousand years, this is basically beyond the elixir, reaching the category of treasure medicine!

treasure medicine,

This is above the human-level elixir or the mysterious elixir, and because of the characteristics of this ten thousand-year-old stalactite, its value is not even below the quasi-spiritual weapon!

"Make a lot of money!"

When he saw the ten thousand-year-old stalactite milk sealed in the chalcedony bottle, Zhang Qingyuan couldn't help but burst into ecstasy.

This level of precious medicine, even if it is impossible to refine it into a medicine pill by virtue of one's own alchemy cultivation base, it can fully play its own role.

But even relying on the external application, it can bring about a huge improvement to Zhang Qingyuan that cannot be ignored!

and,

"If it is Wannian Zhongling Milk, it may be possible to make another medicinal liquid with similar effects through some alchemy methods, so that I can get started with the cultivation of the barren sky!"

For a moment, a thought suddenly flashed through Zhang Qingyuan's mind.

In the entry requirements of the Huangtian Body Refinement Art, there is actually no Wanling Bell Spirit Milk.

but,

That doesn't mean it can't be worked around.

As long as some auxiliary medicines are refined and cooperated with other heavenly materials and earthly treasures, it may be able to achieve the effect of the entry-level spiritual medicines required by those other barren body refining techniques!

And this means that this powerful ancient body refining technique mastered by Zhang Qingyuan is already the dawn of hope!

"Calm down, don't be in a hurry, I'll take care of this after I go back, and I mustn't let such precious heaven and earth spirit materials go to waste!"

Suppress the joy in your heart.

Zhang Qingyuan carefully put these three most valuable things into his personal storage bag.

Then he continued to focus his attention on the debris in front of him.

But unfortunately, after picking out those precious things, the next thing is not very eye-catching.

Some sundries are not worth the money at all.

On the contrary, there are more than ten Zhang Yuslips, and they do not know what they are recorded. Zhang Qingyuan has no time to examine them one by one. For the time being, he can only pick them out and look at them one by one after returning to the sect.

The last mask of a mysterious evil ghost with green face and fangs attracted Zhang Qingyuan's attention.

This mask looks dark and dark, and there is no response to the divine sense test. Instead, it is like a black hole, absorbing all the senses.

Simple and simple lines, can not see the origin.

On the forehead are two ancient fonts that vaguely seem to be Bingsan.

"This thing..."

Zhang Qingyuan picked up the ghost mask, feeling a little cold to the touch, his eyes flickered, and he fell into contemplation.