Chapter 128 Limits and Pill Testing

Three years is not a short time for Chen Luo. Since he joined the Shenhu Xianmen, he has been practicing for almost five years. In five years, he has walked the path that others would take fifty years to walk.

Using the relationship of the Loose Cultivator Alliance, he and Zhu Jie's cultivation has made rapid progress. With the help of a large number of spiritual pills, they broke through two levels and directly upgraded from the eleventh level of Qi Refining to the thirteenth level of Qi Refining, becoming a cultivator in the perfect state of Qi Refining. Even his senior brother Hu Qiudao, with the help of the pills he occasionally gave him, broke through to the late stage of Qi Refining and completely secured the position of the head of the Hu family.

This is the importance of resources. If there were no massive pills to support him, even if he had the qualifications comparable to the heavenly spiritual roots, it would take fifty years to cultivate to the thirteenth level of Qi Refining. But with resources, the time was shortened from fifty years to five years!

Wealth, Dharma, Companion, and Land!

Wealth comes first.

Some realms can really be accumulated by external resources.

The number of spiritual snakes in the body has also reached one hundred, meeting the first condition for foundation building. The Iron Body Skill was promoted from minor success to major success. Although he did not go out, his strength was several times stronger than three years ago. However, after reaching this stage, the growth of spiritual energy completely stagnated.

Although he had eaten a lot of explosive spiritual pills in recent times, the effect was minimal and almost negligible.

‘The limit of refining qi, it’s time to build a foundation. ’

The seven foundation-building brains had the same idea.

After learning this, Chen Luo began to think about the refining of foundation-building pills. The spiritual materials he bought from the royal family of Sheguo three years ago have been almost used up. A lot of Sibuxiang’s foundation-building pills were made, but the results were hard to describe.

Two pill furnaces were blown up.

It is still a bit presumptuous to want to use other spiritual objects to replace the refining of foundation-building pills. With the cognition of the deer demon brain and the wood-attributed foundation-building brain, it is not possible to do this step. The current foundation-building pill recipe in the world of immortal cultivation has evolved over thousands of years. Each medicinal ingredient has been tried by countless pioneers and finally determined to be a stable and reliable version.

Although the foundation-building pill recipe given to him by the old ghost is a little old, the core medicinal ingredients have not changed. A few improvements in the preparation of medicine and techniques do not affect the effect of the pill itself.

These are the conclusions drawn after Chen Luo has refined several furnaces.

"I don't know when the fight will be over."

Looking at the latest news in his hand, Chen Luo couldn't help but sigh.

The Shenhu Xianmen is still fighting, and it is not known when they can go back.

For Chen Luo, the easiest place to get foundation-building resources is the sect. He is different from Mo Wenjian. When he left, Wuwei Zhenren said that as long as the sect survived this disaster, he could directly enter the inner sect when he returned.

As long as he became an inner sect disciple, he could exchange the spiritual materials he wanted. At most, he could exchange the pills for contributions. With the pills he accumulated in three years, it was enough to exchange. After all, what he wanted to exchange was only one of the herbs, not the complete foundation-building pill.

The risk of breaking through without pills was too high, and it was easy to hurt the foundation. Before there was a better choice, Chen Luo would not consider this plan.

Recently, he has changed to practice the "Heart Demon Sutra" taught by Wuwei Zhenren. The "Heart Demon Sutra" describes in detail the things that need to be paid attention to during the foundation-building process, especially when the foundation is built, you must choose to condense your own foundation. Blindly building the foundation will only leave hidden dangers and cut off your own path to forming a pill.

"Mr. Chen, Deacon Zhu is looking for you."

The voice of the disciples of the Sanxiu League came from outside the door. The masked man was still guarding the door. After Zhou Tianyang died, these masked men all became Zhu Jie's subordinates. Now they are still with Chen Luo and are responsible for running errands for him.

This masked man is not a cultivator, and he has no spiritual roots.

There are the most such people in the Sanxiu League. They have seen the existence of cultivators and are unwilling to return to the world of ordinary people.

"Let's go."

Chen Luo pushed the door and walked out.

Outside the house, the carriage had been harnessed long ago.

Chen Luo bent down and sat in the carriage. Looking at the masked man standing on the side, he casually threw him a nourishing pill.

"For you."

"Thank you, Mr. Chen." The masked man knelt on the ground gratefully.

For Chen Luo, the nourishing pill he made casually, in the hands of the masked man, is a magic pill that changes fate. The martial arts master is the limit of many warriors, but by following the immortal cultivators, they have the opportunity to break this limit and enter the first level of the grandmaster.

After reaching the first level of the grandmaster in martial arts, it can already pose a threat to the immortal cultivators in the first three levels of Qi Refining, which is also the ultimate pursuit of the warriors of the San Xiu League.

Chen Luo did not look at the masked man again. His storage bag was full of several large gourds.

The other party was also very tactful. After thanking him, he immediately got up and started driving.

The carriage slowly drove towards "Tingzhuyuan". The name of Tingzhuyuan was changed by Zhu Jie after she arrived. The plaque of "Wendao Xiaoge" left by Zhou Tianyang was thrown away by her, thinking it was unlucky.

Green Bamboo Street.

People were busy in the cold wind, the steamed buns were steaming, and the owner was shouting. Not far away, the blacksmith in the blacksmith shop was hammering the iron in his hand, and the red furnace was emitting heat waves, which dispelled a lot of the cold in this severe winter.

Because the temperature around the blacksmith shop was high, a group of children gathered around the furnace. These children were playing games at the door of the blacksmith shop, with smiles on their faces.

Their world was simple, as long as they were full, the rest was happiness.

The world of immortal cultivators.

It was far away from them.

Chen Luo sat on the carriage and looked at the commotion outside the window.

Compared with the world of ordinary people, the world of immortal cultivators is a bit indifferent, like two pictures, two worlds.

"Is it approaching the New Year's Eve?"

Chen Luo suddenly asked.

The cold wind swept across and rolled up the withered yellow leaves on the ground. People passing by were excited, tightened the collars around their necks, and continued to move forward.

"It's already the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month."

The masked man driving the car was stunned for a moment and responded quickly. He didn't expect that Chen Luo would suddenly ask such a question.

In the eyes of ordinary people like them, immortal cultivators are immortal and will not change for decades or hundreds of years. His father's generation joined the Rogue Cultivator Alliance. He still remembers the one he saw when he was a child. Immortal Chang, she was so beautiful when she was young, and she is still so beautiful when she grows up.

Only he is slowly growing up and getting older.

Sometimes he thinks about it too.

What exactly is a spiritual root? Why don’t I have one?

The average lifespan of ordinary people in She Country is eighty years. For ordinary people, thirty or forty years is already nearly half of their lifespan. But for those who have entered Taoism and have a life span of 150 years, thirty years is not enough to change their appearance. This also gives many mortals an illusion.

Immortal cultivators live forever.

"Twenty-eight already?"

Chen Luo glanced at the scene going away behind him again and said no more.

The masked man saw this and wisely closed his mouth.

The carriage drove through the long street and soon arrived at the 'Tingzhuyuan'. After Zhu Jie moved in, she renovated the hospital. She demolished all the rockery pavilions left by Zhou Tianyang and planted them into a bamboo forest. Three years later, a large area of ​​bamboo in the forest has grown and looks lush and beautiful.

"arrive."

The masked man got off the carriage and stood respectfully at the door.

There was no place for him to enter inside. Chen Luo didn't force himself, got off the carriage and walked in alone.

The disciples of the Loose Cultivator Alliance from Tingzhuyuan quickly came forward to greet him.

"Master Chen, Deacon Zhu is already waiting for you inside."

The person who spoke was a monk who had just joined the Taoist Cultivator Alliance.

At the first level of Qi refining, to those warriors outside who have no spiritual roots, he is among the gods. But in front of people like Chen Luo and the others, he is just an errand boy.

"Lead the way."

Chen Luo responded and followed this person into the courtyard.

After passing through the bamboo forest, the two came to a secluded courtyard.

"Ah...you bitches...I...ugh!!"

Before he even got close, he heard bursts of shrill screams coming from the yard. Both the disciples of the Sanxiu Alliance and Chen Luo were used to it. They pushed the door open and walked in expressionlessly. As soon as they entered, they saw a corpse lying in the yard.

The corpse was in a miserable state of death. The skin all over the body was scratched, the ears, nose, mouth, and eyes were bleeding. The eyes were wide open and did not close until death.

"Didn't make it through?"

Chen Luo walked over and asked.

The dead bodies on the ground were all evil cultivators captured by the Rogue Cultivators Alliance for testing medicine and practicing martial arts. This kind of people are "materials" in the Rogue Cultivator Alliance, items sold with clearly marked prices. Chen Luo had refined a lot of 'Foundation Building Pills' before, but because the effect was unstable, he asked Zhu Jie to buy some 'materials' from the Sanxiu Alliance to test the effect of the pills.

So far, the effect seems to be very good.

"Are you sure the pill you gave me wasn't poison pill?"

Zhujie looked at Chen Luo who walked in and asked with suspicion.

In the past six months, she has fed more than fifty people to death with poison pills. Even though the 'materials' in the alliance were cheap, she couldn't bear the death of so many people.

"Elixirs that are effective for our realm are not easy to refine. His sacrifice is worth it."

Chen Luo did not tell Zhu Jie that these elixirs were the 'Foundation Building Pills' he was testing. The reputation of the Foundation Building Pills was too great, and it would easily attract unnecessary attention if word spread about them.

Chen Luo walked forward and squatted next to the body, and inspected it carefully.

The blood of the corpse was purple-black, and after flowing on the ground, it polluted the surrounding soil. Some black poisonous insects were secretly drinking the blood nearby. However, these poisonous insects could not withstand the poison in the blood. After taking two sips, they kicked their legs. .

So in addition to the dead bodies, there were also the bodies of more than a dozen centipedes and several cockroaches.

Why is it so toxic?

Chen Luo was a little confused.

During the refining process of the 'Foundation Establishment Pill', the medicinal materials he used were all non-toxic. When these non-toxic medicinal materials are combined together, theoretically speaking, the resulting elixir will have no effect at best, and it is absolutely impossible to have such high toxicity.

Unless there is something wrong with the pharmacological combination.

This problem is still something that even the deer demon's brain cannot detect.

"Did you find the reason?"

Zhujie also squatted down. She was not an alchemist and didn't understand the secrets inside.

Any of the four arts of cultivating immortals is a skill that is difficult for ordinary cultivators to master. Alchemists are like this. People who are not qualified enough can exhaust the resources of a sect and still not be able to make a finished elixir, because the perception of medicinal properties and the manipulation of flames depend too much on talent.

"It should be a problem with the Ningshen Grass."

Chen Luo reached out and touched the corpse's forehead, and an invisible invisible energy poured into his arm.

‘Those thieves of the Sanxiu Alliance, even if I become a ghost, I will not let you go. ’

Ignoring the useless obsessions, Chen Luo read the information he wanted from these obsessions shortly after the other party's death. The elixir does not directly poison people after entering the mouth. It also played a role in promoting spiritual power at first, but later it turned to the twelve serious meridians and began to deteriorate.

What determines the efficacy of this part of the medicine is the Ningshen Grass, one of the main medicines of the Foundation Establishment Pill!

"Ningshencao? This medicine is not easy to buy."

Zhujie frowned.

Although she didn't know the preparation of the Foundation Establishment Pill, she knew the price of the elixir. In the market, the price of Ningshen Grass is extremely expensive, and the three major sects control the spiritual materials. Even if ordinary cultivators want to buy it, they have no way to buy it.

There is no such herb in their Sanxiu Alliance.

"Do we have to use Ningshen Grass? Can't we use other alternatives?" Zhu Jie couldn't help but ask.

"This is the effect of the substitution."

Chen Luo pointed at the body on the ground.

The other party's useless brain was scattered after he read it. At this level, an ordinary brain has no meaning to him.

"trouble."

Zhujie sighed.

"I'll ask the brothers in the alliance to help me think of a solution, but you'd better not have too much hope. Ningshencao is a herb controlled by the three major sects. Even we may not be able to get it."

"Pay attention and take a look. It would be best if you have it. It doesn't matter if you don't have it."

Chen Luo didn't force it.

He has roughly figured it out now. The three major sects are not only stuck in the knowledge related to the Foundation Establishment Pill, but also the core main medicine in it. No wonder there are so few casual cultivators outside who have successfully built foundations, and the roots have been cut off by one person.

After saying goodbye to Zhujie, Chen Luo turned around and went to the mass grave outside Mushan City.

The mummy has slept long enough and it's time to wake him up.

Chen Luo remembered that he still had a recipe for the Foundation Establishment Pill in his hand, but it only lacked the main ingredient. Listening to what he meant, the last one was that he still had clues.