Chapter 149

After arriving at the Soul-Catching and Evil-Raising Formation, Chu Xuan casually threw Xiaohu in.

He thought about it, and then simply took a few dozen kilograms of blood honey from the blood beehive and placed it next to Xiaohu.

Soon, the Yin evil spirit and blood energy gathered towards Xiaohu on their own.

Gradually, a dense and tight purple-black cocoon formed on its body surface.

From this point of view, it would be difficult to condense the corpse pill in one or two years.

Chu Xuan simply sat down in this formation.

He had already traded three Thunder Python Demon Pills from Heiqi.

It was just right to condense the golden pill in one fell swoop.

Push the Qi Refining Realm into the Golden Pill Stage.

Chu Xuan swallowed the three Thunder Python Demon Pills in one breath, and immediately pressed the spiritual power in his body into them.

"The Thunder Python Demon Pill that the Foundation Establishment cultivators couldn't find after searching for a long time was easily obtained from the Golden Pill cultivators by participating in a trading gathering of the Hidden Mountain Association."

"Sure enough, different circles give you very different things."

Chu Xuan smiled lightly.

He immediately calmed down and compressed his spiritual power according to the method of "Thunder Python Pill Condensation Method".

Each demon pill has subtle differences.

Not to mention different types of demon beasts.

That's why there are corresponding pill-condensing methods.

There is no shortcut to compressing spiritual power.

Only water dripping through a stone can make it pass.

Chu Xuan spent eight months, and the spiritual power in his body was emptied again and again.

Only then did he feel the expansion in the demon pill.

This means that it is time to condense the pill.

Another eight months passed.

Chu Xuan's aura was surging wildly.

The demon pill kept spinning, collapsing, and becoming harder.

At a certain moment.

The Thunder Python Demon Pill completely collapsed into a dripping golden pill.

Lightning light lingered around the golden pill.

There was a lingering python pattern on the surface.

This is the beast golden pill.

At the moment when the golden pill condensed, Chu Xuan opened his eyes and showed a look of relief.

Swallowing a golden pill into the stomach, from now on, my life is in my own hands!

Well...

Chu Xuan smacked his lips.

I feel that this old saying is mostly pretentious.

He is just a Jindan cultivator, and he can blow him up with one punch now.

Chu Xuan stood up and looked at the tiger in the center of the formation.

There was still a purple-black cocoon there.

There was no sign of breaking out of the cocoon.

Chu Xuan was about to leave.

Suddenly, he heard a slight cracking sound from the surface of the cocoon.

He looked slightly happy, "It seems that it has come to the last moment."

Chu Xuan simply sat down beside him, studying the "Violent Poison Sutra" while waiting.

He found that although he had a mediocre talent in alchemy, he had made great achievements in poison.

Now in his storage bag, there are six kinds of poisons that can kill Jindan cultivators.

Three are colored, and two are flavored.

The strongest one is colorless and tasteless.

It can be said to be the strongest poison.

However, Chu Xuan suddenly had some inspiration.

For example, he could design a poison.

When defending against an enemy, he will be infected with the opponent's spiritual power. When the opponent withdraws his spiritual power, he can directly enter the golden elixir and poison it!

A few days later.

There are more and more cracks on the surface of the purple-black cocoon.

It spreads like a spider web.

Finally, on the tenth day, in Chu Xuan's expectant eyes, the cocoon broke into pieces.

A figure that is much more burly and majestic than before walked out of the cocoon.

Now Xiaohu is nearly five meters tall.

His whole body is covered with fine bone armor.

And it can stretch freely.

His arms and thighs are bulging with muscles, protruding like rocks.

Chu Xuan has no doubt that the surging force in it is enough to smash the golden elixir on the spot!

"Master!"

Xiaohu shouted excitedly.

Chu Xuan laughed, "Come on, come on, hit me a few times and see if you can! Let's see who is stronger, my thirty-fold body refinement or your first-level corpse commander!"

Xiaohu knelt on the spot, "Xiaohu dare not attack the master, but there is no doubt that the master is stronger."

Chu Xuan tilted his head, "Don't hit me? Then I'll hit you."

Xiaohu came up and punched, "Master, here I come!"

Bang bang bang!

The sound of punches hitting flesh exploded in this soul-sucking and evil-raising formation.

Like thunder.

Laughter followed.

One man and one corpse, fighting heartily.

The wandering souls around did not dare to approach, for fear of being involved.

…

A few days later, Black Dragon Mountain.

"The competition for disciples of each sect? No, no."

Hearing the report from Song Junjie and Qian Tang, Chu Xuan couldn't help but shake his head.

There are a total of thirty-five Jindan cultivators in Bailian Sect. Except for two Jindan who have been in seclusion and have not accepted disciples, the other thirty-three have already opened caves and established residences.

The competition among disciples of each branch is to determine who is better among the foundation-building and Qi-refining disciples of the 33 branches.

If the disciples of each branch win, the master will naturally be proud.

But what does this have to do with Chu Xuan.

He doesn't care whether he is proud or not.

When Jiyin Cave was a branch of Tianyin Sect, there were also activities such as the competition among disciples of each branch.

Chu Xuan never participated.

Although he is now a person of the same level as Wan Wuying, he still has the same idea.

Qian Tang lowered his eyebrows and said, "Master... The top ten disciples of foundation-building and Qi-refining can not only receive contribution rewards themselves, but their masters can also receive a lot of contribution rewards..."

Chu Xuan immediately said with a kind look, "Then go, you have been practicing hard for a long time, and you should have a place to compete with each other."

"Well, don't embarrass me."

Contributions don't matter.

The main thing is to see the disciples of Black Dragon Mountain show off their talents and make a name for themselves.

Qian Tang whispered again, "Master, are you going to attend?"

Chu Xuan shook his head, "I won't go, so as not to put pressure on you."

Song Junjie and Qian Tang secretly complained, you also know that it will put pressure on us.

I nodded heavily immediately, "Disciple understands!"

...

The competition of disciples of each sect lasted for a total of ten days.

The other thirty-two disciples had a little shock of Black Dragon Mountain in their eyes.

The top ten in foundation building.

Black Dragon Mountain took four!

The top ten in Qi refining.

Black Dragon Mountain took three!

In this competition of disciples of each sect, those long-famous caves were eclipsed and became runners-up.

Only Black Dragon Mountain was like a shiny black horse, so bright that the people around him couldn't open their eyes!

Chu Xuan looked at the skyrocketing contribution in his elder token and was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.

Originally, the cultivators up and down the Black Dragon Mountain were working hard to cultivate every day under his encouragement.

Their realms soared one by one.

They had already earned a lot of contributions for him.

Now he had won such an impressive record, which made him even more pleased.

He was indeed a good master.

He taught really well!

…

Yuan Dao Peak.

This is the location of the Bai Lian Sect's Sutra Pavilion.

After the competition of the disciples of each sect was over, Chu Xuan came here as soon as possible.

After the golden elixir was formed, he had to continue to practice the golden elixir period.

His cheap master died too early, and only had time to give him the condensation method, not the golden elixir period method.

Now he can only go to the Bai Lian Sect to exchange it himself.

The Sutra Pavilion is a nine-story pagoda.

Right in front of it is a huge square.

Many disciples come and go.

Chu Xuan drove the Yukong Mirror and landed on the square.

The elder token hanging on his waist showed his identity without a doubt.

Wherever he passed, the disciples bowed and saluted.

However, after Henry Chu left, they all started whispering.