Chapter 457 Xuanhuang Merit Tower, Transforming Spirit with Qi

"What? It's called a battle of formations?"

Luo Zu also looked surprised when he heard such a new thing.

The person who came to report was a fellow cultivator in the Kunlun Mountains who called himself Elf Son.

He has practiced Taoism for 30 million years and has achieved Taoism. He is quite talented. Taoist Duobao has already recorded his name and is waiting for the Sage of Shangqing to come out of seclusion.

It's just that the saint has been in seclusion for more than a thousand years, and he has no intention of leaving.

"It's at a place called Shouyang Mountain, 180,000 light years away from the Kunlun Mountains." Jingzi replied.

"Shouyang Mountain?" Luo Zu was even more curious, wondering if it was an accident or something unexpected.

Friends who often come to this place should know that Shouyang Mountain is rich in a kind of fairy gold-brass.

This brass is not that brass. It is the product of the intersection of many avenues. Its texture is round and round, and it is not easy to extract and shape. It is especially difficult to refine tools and treasures, let alone use it for spiritual practice.

So this place is not a strategic location. After all, although brass is fairy gold, it is not an important material.

However, Shouyang Mountain is not a simple place. In the future, perhaps the Taiqing saints who are practicing in Kunlun Mountain will come here and use Shouyang Mountain as their dojo.

But now, the person who wants to fight in Shouyang Mountain is a golden immortal who is suspected to belong to the Immortal Sect and is called the Tianwu of the local witch clan in Shouyang Mountain.

As for the reason why it is called the formation, it is because of a line of land in Shouyang Mountain.

Originally, a ground line was nothing, Luo Zu could gather one at any time, but if there was a spiritual treasure hidden in this ground line, it would be extraordinary.

It is common for a golden immortal to break his head for a spiritual treasure, but it is not easy for a casual cultivator to offend the witch clan.

"Uncle Taiqing once refined treasures in Shouyang Mountain, and he randomly enlightened the seventy-two Shouyang Mountain veins and turned them into seventy-two evil fire dragons. Finally, he extracted the brass from the mountain and made it into a piece of gold. It's an excellent spiritual treasure. I heard from Junior Brother Xuandu a while ago that the spiritual treasure called Xuanhuang Gongde Pagoda has been refined by the uncle again and a lot of effort has been spent. Now I'm afraid it can be compared to the Emperor of Heaven's Hetu Luoshu. That’s it.” Xianhe Boyzheng, who had no intention of practicing today, also listened to Elfzi’s words and told him a secret.

It doesn't seem to be a secret, maybe many people in the wild know about it.

"The brass from Shouyang Mountain has actually been mined by my uncle to refine the treasure. Now there is only a little bit left, but it is enough for refining weapons. But this brass is too difficult to sacrifice and refine. Without the magical power of my uncle, , I’m afraid it won’t work.”

At that time, Taiqing Saint Shouyangshan Refined Treasures should have become Hunyuan before he was certified, and maybe he was also Daluo Wuji, so in order to sacrifice this Yangshan Brass, such a big shot had to do it?

That's not right, this treasure refining material should be something that people who want it can't make it, but people with great magical powers who want it or don't want it are too lazy to extract it, so it has been left empty for so many years, and was finally "picked up" by Saint Taiqing.

"The spiritual treasure in the Shouyang Mountains is probably the legacy of Taiqing's Taoist teachings in the past. He later gained spirituality and absorbed the afterglow of the seventy-two evil fire dragons from back then, and then turned it into this spiritual treasure. ." Xianhe Boy guessed.

"I wonder where those seventy-two evil fire dragons went?" Yue Zhongshan, a fellow cultivator, asked curiously.

"My uncle washed away the lead and turned it into a Zhiyang Heavenly Dragon. I threw it into the Bagua furnace. I heard it is very useful for making elixirs."

"I wonder if the saint's Bagua furnace is still open?" Luo Zu interjected.

He covets the Nine Turns Golden Pill refined by Saint Taiqing.

"I don't know, Senior Brother Xuandu has been in seclusion recently to seek God, and he has never come to chat with us." Taoist Duobao sighed.

Taoist Xuandu has now reached the perfection of the Five Qi Dynasty, so he is looking for an opportunity to turn his Qi into a god. He is meditating in seclusion, so naturally no one can disturb his practice.

"I remember that Uncle Taiqing held several elixir tasting conferences and invited many seniors. I was accompanying the teacher at the time and saw some elixirs. Hey, fellow Taoist Luo Zu, I advise you not to miss them. That's good." Xianhe Boy said.

These words made everyone else curious.

"Fellow Taoist, tell me." Luo Zu's eyes lit up and he asked eagerly.

"The first time my uncle made a furnace of Purple Qi Donglai Dan, he invited the Great Immortal Zhenyuan, the Ancestor Hongyun, the Great God Fuxi, the Old Man Suishan, the Empress Nuwa, and several other great gods who were unable to come for some reason. I remember that all the great gods were unable to come. After eating this Purple Qi Donglai Pill, they all fell ill and lost thirty thousand years of their Taoism," Xianhe Boy said quietly.

Everyone was shocked, okay, this is not an elixir tasting conference, this is a poison testing conference.

Just as the crane boy finished speaking, a voice suddenly came from the distance: "Senior brother, please don't speak ill of Master."

All the cultivators looked together and saw a strange scene of purple energy coming from the east. A sacred line descended from a peak of Kunlun Mountain. Its appearance was like a human, but its body was a thousand feet long, with two legs and nine arms. Gold exudes a faint light, really like a sacred statue from the ancient times.

There is no need for all the cultivators to make blind guesses, it is the Taoist from Xuandu who has just left seclusion.

"Congratulations to Fellow Taoist Xuandu for transforming your Qi into a god." All the cultivators immediately congratulated.

In fact, "god" does not necessarily look like a real god, but can be another self born from the five qi dynasties.

And this "self" is actually still Him, but it can also be regarded as an independent individual true spirit, used to carry new Tao fruits.

And the will is connected, the memory and wisdom are actually connected, the new "god" is actually still a whole with the original body, even closer than the relationship between the clones.

Moreover, it is born from its own Tao, so the connection is so close that it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a whole.

Acting in this way is also for the third step of the Golden Immortal - to prove the Tao with "gods".

Use the independent and non-independent "god" to refine a new Dao fruit and transform into the Great Dao.

Xuandu Taoist sent the "god" here at this moment, and he also wanted to show it off, but more importantly, he listened to the "slander" of the crane boy against his master, and hurried to stop him.

The crane boy naturally realized that he had spoken out of turn. After all, he knew that his master was "small-minded". He said this in Kunlun Mountain, and he was afraid that he had been remembered by the old man.

He was afraid that he would be punished tomorrow.

He was afraid that he would be caught to "taste the elixir". Those great gods would lose 30,000 years of Taoism after eating the elixir, like him...

When the crane boy thought of this, he couldn't help but shudder.

He was really afraid that the Taiqing Saint would use him to test the elixir, but he didn't dare to say anything and just shut up.

After Taoist Xuandu sat down, he did not scold the Crane Boy, but only said: "Although Master occasionally made mistakes in refining pills, it has improved a lot now, and only eight out of ten pills in a furnace are wasted."

The eyes of the scattered cultivators became strange.

"Well, but it doesn't matter. Those who succeed in refining pills must have miraculous effects, which can help increase the Taoism, and even one step to Daluo." Taoist Xuandu said leisurely.

After saying this, everyone's eyes were red. There is such a good pill, one step to Daluo, everyone is envious.

The elf also came up and whispered: "Fellow Daoist Xuandu, I wonder if the pill of Saint Taiqing... is successful?"

Xuandu seemed to be choked, and stammered: "Uh, no."

If such a precious pill is really refined, I'm afraid there won't be many successful pills. After all, there are only a few Golden Immortals, and it's even more so for Daluo.

Since it was a non-existent thing, everyone stopped dwelling on it. Although everyone knew that the saints were very capable, it was too shocking to create a Daluo with the saints' methods, and it was unbelievable to tell others about it.

This small matter of chatting ended with a few people laughing. Everyone also knew that it was not appropriate to talk too much, so as not to offend the saints' taboos.

Therefore, the topic returned to the previous discussion.

"Do you want to go and see this fight?" The elf asked.

Luo Zu immediately shook his head: "I won't go."

Xuandu Taoist was used to the quietness with his master, and he was unwilling to go, but the crane boy was happy to watch the fight.

The rest of the people refused, and some were willing to join in the fun.

In the end, there were six scattered cultivators who wanted to go and see, and the remaining 25, including Luo Zu, declined.

Moreover, Luo Zu smelled a different atmosphere from this gathering of discussing the mysteries.

The storm is coming, and the disaster is coming.