Chapter Five Hundred and Eightieth Fake Pill

In the blood mist, Shi Mu's figure flashed out, turned over and landed on the ground.

At this moment, the flames on his body had already faded away, and as soon as he landed on the ground, he shook for a while. Obviously, his true energy was consumed too much.

The Ruyi stick in his hand plunged into the ground, stabilizing his body.

Seeing this, all the members of the Fang family, under the leadership of Fang Bozheng, surrounded him all at once. Fang Jingde had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and immediately took out a healing pill and handed it to Shi Mu.

Shi Mu stretched out his hand to take it, and after sweeping it with his spiritual sense, he put it into his mouth.

The elixir entered the mouth, and it turned into a soft force and flowed into the body, and the spirit couldn't help but be lifted.

"Fellow Daoist Shi, this time you killed the traitor Jin Wugui for the Fang family, you are the great benefactor of the Fang family, please accept my worship." Fang Bozheng bowed in gratitude and said.

Seeing the head of the family like this, Fang Jingde, Fang Jinghai and others behind him all bowed down and bowed down, not daring to neglect in the slightest.

After all, if it wasn't for Shi Mu, the entire Fang family would be destroyed under Jin Wugui's control. If it were another disciple, it might not even be Jin Wugui's opponent.

"Patriarch Fang, you don't need to be too polite. What Shi did this time is just something you and I have agreed upon." Shi Mu regained his physical strength at this moment, put away the Ruyi stick, and said calmly.

"Fellow Daoist Shi, why don't you go to the fort to rest for a day or two, and I will hold a banquet to welcome you." Fang Bozheng said.

"Fang Patriarch's kindness, I accept it with all my heart, but I still have important matters in the lower sect, so I can't stay here longer." Shi Mu said.

"This... If that's the case, Fang won't keep Fellow Daoist Shi. Fellow Daoist is here for a while, and I'll go and get the reward." Fang Bozheng finished speaking, and ordered Fang Jingde and the other two to wait here. , Then turned around and walked towards the depths of the castle.

Shi Mu ignored the people around him, sat down cross-legged on the spot, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.

In half a cup of tea, Fang Bozheng had already changed into a suit of clothes, and rushed back fully dressed, but his ruined face was still as ferocious as before.

He walked up to Shi Mu, flipped his wrist, and there was a long wooden box with exquisite decoration in his palm.

Shi Mu stood up, reached out to take the wooden box, and as soon as he opened it, there was a strong aroma of the elixir, wafting over his nostrils.

In the wooden box, there was a herringbone-shaped fire ginseng the size of a palm. The whole body was dark red, and it was covered with grooves like wrinkles on the face of an old man. It was exactly the shape that a thousand-year-old fire ginseng should have.

And beside the fire ginseng, there is also a black jade slip.

Shi Mu held it in the palm of his hand and felt it for a while, only to see that what was recorded in it was indeed a rather mysterious water-attribute exercise, but there was no way to check it carefully at the moment, and it was expected that Fang Bozheng would never dare to use the fake " "Ming Shui Jue" to deceive yourself.

"Thank you." Shi Mu closed the wooden box, put it in the storage ring, and said to the other family members.

"Fellow Daoist Shi, wait a moment. These spirit stones are part of Fang's wish. I hope Fellow Daoist Shi won't let you down." Fang Bozheng handed over a big round bag in his hand, and said in his mouth.

Shi Mu hesitated for a moment, but still reached out to take it, and put it in the storage ring.

"If Fellow Daoist Shi comes to this Bibo Star again in the future, you must come to our Fangjiabao, so that I can wait for my kindness as a landlord." Fang Bozheng said with a smile.

"This is for sure, then I will take my leave."

After finishing speaking, Shi Mu waved his hand and raised the blue-winged flying car, which turned into a streamer of light and soared into the sky.

He left Fang's house without staying on Bibo star at all.

After a day and a night, Shi Mu returned to Qinglan Holy Land through the teleportation circle again.

Immediately afterwards, he non-stop went to Baizhen Valley, Immortal Medicine Pavilion, and purchased all the other auxiliary materials needed to prepare the spiritual liquid, and then immediately returned to the cave, went straight to the secret room, and couldn't get out of it.

Seven days later, in the secret room of the cave mansion, there was a whole row of small jade bottles in front of Shi Mu, there were dozens of them.

These jade bottles contained the psychic liquid he had prepared.

He picked up a jade bottle and uncorked the bottle. Inside was a bright red liquid with a strange fragrance. He tilted his neck and opened his mouth to swallow it.

The entrance of the liquid is like a ray of warm spring, flowing straight down from the throat, and a stream of heat reaches the dantian, and the whole body, limbs and bones feel indescribably comfortable.

He then closed his eyes and tried his best to run the formulas of the twelfth level of the Red Ape Fire Sutra.

As he muttered words, his body gradually lit up with red light, intertwined and intertwined, and condensed into a hazy spherical shape around his body.

After a day and a night.

On the surface of the hazy sphere on his body, a bright red band of light emerged, stretching upwards.

Shi Mu slowly opened his eyes, picked up another jade bottle, uncorked the bottle, and drank the spiritual liquid inside again.

After a while, the medicine took effect, and the red light on his body was even stronger.

After another day and night, another red band of light appeared on the hazy sphere on his body surface.

Shi Mu opened his eyes and picked up the third bottle of spiritual liquid.

...

Time passed day by day, and forty-nine days passed in the blink of an eye.

In the secret room at this moment, flames burst out, red flames rolled, the temperature reached an incredible level, and even the void was distorted and rippled.

In the center of the secret room, Shi Mu sat cross-legged with his upper body naked. His whole body was covered by forty-nine red bands of light, coiled into a spherical shape, with spiritual lights flickering on the surface, and red flames tumbling erratically.

His lips moved and he muttered something, as if he was reciting some kind of spell. The red light belt on his body flowed slowly in a certain rhythm, which looked a little weird.

"Condensation!"

Suddenly, the spell in his mouth stopped and he gave a low drink.

The next moment, those red bands of light that were originally slowly flowing suddenly burst into aura, turned their direction, and accelerated towards all parts of his body. After flowing along the veins in the body, they submerged into the dantian one after another.

A layer of crystal red light appeared on Shi Mu's face, and his muscles twitched slightly, as if he was enduring great pain.

Forty-nine red spirit patterns intertwined in the Dantian Qi Palace in his body, faintly condensed into a spherical shape, and the true energy that was originally liquid-like was all imprisoned in this red sphere.

These red spirit patterns wandered erratically on the surface of the sphere, and every time they traveled around, the entire sphere shrunk a little, and the true energy inside became thicker and thicker, and the speed of the spirit patterns also slowed down a little. .

As time passed, Shi Mu's expression became more and more struggling, and beads of sweat began to trickle down from his head, appearing more and more painful.

I don't know how long it has passed, and in the dantian in his body, there was a red ball about the size of a baby's fist, but now it is only the size of a longan, but the forty-nine spiritual lines on the surface now seem almost integrated, and the true energy contained in it , is also dense to an indescribable level.

Shi Mu's face suddenly relaxed, and the pain disappeared, revealing the joy.

"drink"

He opened his eyes suddenly, his body glowed with golden light, and he couldn't help but let out a cheerful drink.

Accompanied by that golden light, the flames on Shi Mu's body leaped violently, protruding out of his body like a long flame dragon, turning into a flame tornado winding around him.

After a few breaths, Shi Mu opened his mouth suddenly, and the flaming tornado immediately stopped rising, like a long whale sucking water, it was swallowed by him without any residue.

At the same time, behind Shi Mu suddenly rose a statue of a red ape, its surface glowed brightly, and wisps of golden flames faintly emerged from the original red flames.

At this moment, Shi Mu's complexion was red, golden light flashed in his eyes, and his aura was rising steadily.

At this moment, he has finally condensed a fake pill in his dantian, and stepped into the realm of great perfection!

At this moment, in his dantian, the original qi palace has shrunk to a ball the size of a longan, but the true qi contained in it is already twice as much as before.

After all the flames faded away, Shi Mu stood up from the ground, and the red ape figure behind him had disappeared, with a hint of relief on his face.

This time, he had already expected to advance to the peak of the earth rank so smoothly. After all, everything was already in place before, and the only difference was the thousand-year-old fire ginseng.

However, this so-called "fake pill", as its name suggests, just looks like a pill, and it is far from the stable golden pill that is in the entire heavenly realm.

To truly condense the fake pills in the Qi Palace into golden pills, it is absolutely as difficult as climbing the sky.

If it is not serious, all previous efforts may be wasted. At least, the fake pill will collapse and need to be re-condensed, and at worst, even the cultivation base will drop.

Thinking of this, Shi Mu couldn't help frowning slightly.

According to the relevant classics in the Shengdian Pavilion about advanced heavenly positions, ordinary martial arts practitioners, with sufficient resources, also need to retreat for hundreds of years or more. There is a possibility of success.

This is also one of the reasons why the Holy Land provides a large number of spiritual places for century-old disciples and requires them to meditate for thousands of years.

After all, accumulating resources also requires a lot of time, and it cannot be achieved overnight.

Thinking of this, Shi Mu couldn't help but let out a long breath.

I can't guarantee a successful alchemy once, so in the future, I will need a lot of spiritual material pills that are not inferior to the thousand-year-old fire ginseng.

Although there are many elixirs in the Immortal Medicine Pavilion, they are often expensive.

Although he got some immortal spirit stones and spiritual medicine pills from the treasures left by the ancestor of the white ape, and he has accumulated a lot of wealth over the years, it is probably not enough.

If you want to use the spiritual grass and spiritual flowers planted in your own spiritual land to generate income, although it is much more than that of the first-tier hundred-year-old disciples, you still don't know how long you will have to accumulate it.

After thinking about it again and again, he decided to go to Wanfa Pavilion to accept some thousand-year-old disciple missions. While getting the mission rewards, he could also try his luck on the other side to see if he could encounter opportunities like the thousand-year-old fire ginseng.

After contemplating, Shi Mu opened the stone door of the secret room and walked out.

Back in the mansion, he didn't see Qi Feng's figure, only some attendants were busy with their work, without Cai Er's frolicking, the mansion was indeed quite deserted.

He strode out of the mansion, and the red light on his body lit up, turning into a stream of light and flying towards the distance.

Within half a quarter of an hour, Shi Mu's figure reappeared in Tongliufang, in front of a three-story tower building.

He stared at the plaque hanging high on the building, whispered "Bailian Hall" in his mouth, and then strode in.

Compared with when he first came here many years ago, the layout of the hall has not changed much. There are quite a lot more people talking about transactions inside, and it seems that the business is quite prosperous. (To be continued.)