Chapter 694 Sitting (Congratulations to the Mysterious Mentally Handicapped!)

"well……"

back mountain.

After casually burning several Foundation Establishment Demon Cultivators to death, Aaron sprinkled their ashes in the elixir garden and sighed faintly.

He was actually not very worried about the changes in the sect.

Because I don't care, so I don't care...

Even if it's Bai Caiwei, it's just like that...

He is worrying about his own problems.

After all, Mr. Fang's vest is over 400 years old, and in another 100 years it will reach the lifespan of a monk of alchemy!

At that time, this play will not be able to continue!

"However, I can claim to the outside world that I have obtained a life-prolonging elixir. Qingdan can live another hundred years. Why can't I?"

"However, this policy treats the symptoms but not the root cause..."

"And more than a hundred years is too short, what can we do? Could it be that we need to open a new vest? Hmm... take another closed disciple, let him form alchemy for a hundred years, and then wear this vest, and continue to play for four hundred years." for many years……"

Aaron is more inclined to the latter option.

He even thought of the name of the sixth disciple, and he called it 'Song Zhong'!

"My surname is Song Mingzhong, it's not bad for this old man to die..."

Aaron has already mastered the art of making a person who doesn't exist at all.

For example, he will announce to the public after a while that he has accepted a closed disciple.

But in fact, this closed disciple does not exist at all...

Then every time, I would pretend to be this person, revealing the strength of foundation establishment, late foundation establishment, and alchemy...

It's just a repeat of what happened to the ancestors of the Li family...

"Even if it's a little embarrassing, it's better than running away without acting!"

Aaron returned to the cave, picked up a 500-year-old elixir, and began to hone his alchemy skills.

Identity or something is still a hundred years from now.

At this time, there is only one focus of his attention - first use the low-level elixir to fully use alchemy, and then refine the batch of thousand-year-old elixir into a suitable elixir!

...

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, another hundred years have passed.

In the cave.

Aaron looked at the copper alchemy furnace in front of him, his face was full of caution.

"go!"

After counting the time, he played dazzling formulas, which turned into wisps of brilliance and submerged into the alchemy furnace.

The pill furnace was filled with colorful lights, and a refreshing medicinal fragrance faintly emerged, and even penetrated the formation and came to the outside world...

Xiaoqing, who was holding the door, stretched her neck, greedily swallowing the Danxiang.

"out!"

With a solemn expression, Aaron slapped the alchemy furnace.

The huge furnace cover flew up out of thin air, and clusters of ganoderma-like auspicious clouds emerged.

And in the auspicious clouds, a elixir with bright brilliance and nine stars on its body is slowly emerging.

Seeing this scene, Aaron didn't dare to be careless.

In the previous two times, he fell on the final steps of congealing and collecting pills.

If it still fails this time, the Millennium Nine-Eyed Begonia as the main material will be exhausted!

Fortunately, after all, he is an old monster who has lived for thousands of years. The more important things happen to Aaron, the more calm he becomes.

With the idea of ​​waiting another thousand years at the worst, he played a set of pill collection formula extremely smoothly, which made the brilliance of the elixir restrained, and the elixir trembled slightly.

But in the end, instead of blowing up or spoiling, it stabilized.

"Nine Star Pill... It's done!"

There was a hint of joy on Aaron's face, and he put the Nine Star Pill in the jade bottle properly, and then let out a long breath.

In the past hundred years, relying on a lot of practice, he forcibly honed alchemy to the third level of perfection.

Then, most of the thousand-year-old spirit grasses were refined into elixir to increase mana.

Until recently, when I thought that my alchemy skills had reached the pinnacle and there was no way to improve, I started to refine the 'Nine Star Pill'!

Facts have proved that this elixir is really difficult, and he even adopted a substitute.

Even if the process is handled perfectly, it also encounters a fixed failure rate, failing twice in a row.

"Fortunately... the last time finally succeeded!"

Aaron glanced at the properties panel:

[Name: Fang Yu (Aaron)]

[Talent: Immortality]

【Age: 1300】

[Boundary: Middle Stage of Core Formation]

[Cultivation method: Ming Yu Jue fifteenth floor (10333/20000)]

[Spell: ...]

[Skill:...Third-level alchemy (10000/10000)]

...

"It's not easy to finally master a Tier 3 skill..."

"There are a lot of elixir and nine-star pills... maybe... I can advance to the late stage of alchemy as soon as possible?"

"The sense of security has improved a lot. Even though the Black Demon Sect has a lot of tricks recently, I'm not afraid anymore..."

As soon as Aaron rolled up his sleeves and went out, he saw Xiaoqing.

"Owner……"

Xiaoqing stared at Aaron pitifully with big innocent eyes.

"Don't look at it, I'm already immune to your set... When I was a child, it was cute, but now it's scary!"

Being stared at by the dragon's head and a pair of ferocious eyes, Aaron didn't feel cute at all, and stepped on Xiaoqing's back directly: "Go to the Hall of the Medicine King!"

Learned from the previous lesson that the retreat time was too long, and the medicine king Zongdu almost changed his surname when he came out.

Afterwards, Aaron retreated, and he had to leave the retreat from time to time, lest Shen Le make any troubles again.

"The ancestor is out of customs!"

Xiaoqing let out a howl, and the sound shook the whole field, causing the Foundation Establishment monks to rush to the Hall of the King of Medicine.

Aaron sat on the main seat honestly, looking lazily at the people below.

Well, Shen Le is still number one.

However, this disciple also looked very old. Seeing that Aaron was still there, a gloomy look flashed in his eyes, but he still bowed down: "I have seen Master..."

"Meet the Supreme Elder..."

The new suzerain is a monk in the middle stage of foundation establishment, leading other monks to salute.

Um……

The old foundation established by Aaron died of old age within a few years, and had to appoint a new suzerain.

Moreover, Aaron felt that it was a good idea to let the Foundation Establishment monk be the suzerain, at least the rotation would be fast... so as not to be obsessed with rights.

After these years of fine-tuning, the so-called Suzerain of the Medicine King Sect has completely become an office officer. Although it sounds nice, that's all it is.

"That's all... get up."

Aaron coughed and looked a little weak: "Have the people sent to Dagan come back? Where is my big apprentice?"

Although he didn't care too much about when Bai Caiwei would return, Aaron had to take this attitude to show that his life was not long...

"Report to Master, not yet!"

Shen Le stepped forward to answer, feeling happy in her heart.

'Is the old man dying? You can't really tell from the appearance of this cultivation method of retaining beauty... But you still want to find Bai Caiwei to take over? hum...'

He also felt a little regretful, even if he used his connections with the Black Demon Sect, he could only find out that this woman explored a certain secret place after she went to work, and then there was no news at all...

"waste!"

Aaron was furious: "Why don't you send someone to look for it quickly? Ahem... Where is Song Zhong, my sixth disciple?"

"Elder Supreme... You just sent Senior Brother Song out on a mission, did you forget?" The suzerain answered bravely.

"oh oh……"

Aaron patted himself on the head, and his face darkened suddenly, acting like an old fool, trying to pretend to be calm again!

"It's all gone!"

...

Shenle Cave Mansion.

"The old guy is dying, and he's starting to get old and confused..."

Shen Le paced back and forth, looking very excited.

And the Demonic Daoist Dan also used the secret technique of substitute, possessed a puppet, and analyzed from the side: "Old monster Fang sent someone to find Bai Caiwei, maybe it was to take over, or maybe it was just a blindfold... Your sixth brother should pay special attention , what is his history?"

"I don't know, it was brought back suddenly by the old guy..." Shen Le sneered: "Maybe it's the old guy's illegitimate son... But wanting to form an alchemy? It's still wishful thinking! And counting the days... It's here!"

Having said that, his expression finally became a little uneasy: "But why is he still alive? I have a feeling that my lifespan is coming soon..."

"this……"

Demon Jiedan is also a little confused: "The lifespan of a monk of Dandan is 500 years, but it is not balanced. Some ancestors of Jiedan were seriously injured when they were young, and their vitality was greatly damaged. They may die at the age of 450 or 60. ... There are also some ancestors who are good at keeping in good health, and if they take good care of themselves, they can survive to the age of five hundred and fifty without much problem... But your longevity, using the secret method of blood sacrifice to form alchemy, is very lucky to live to five hundred years old. It is indeed dangerous... If you die before the old guy, then all the previous plans will become a joke!"

"I am loyal to the Black Demon Sect! My lord messenger, you have to help me!" Shen Le said hastily.

"Sigh... there is no way, for example, the secret medicine of our sect 'Blood Spirit Pill', one pill can prolong the lifespan of a cultivator who has formed a pill for a hundred years, the effect of the second pill is halved, and the third pill is ineffective..."

This alchemy cultivator is obviously weighing and struggling...

After all, this is a life-prolonging panacea that is extremely rare in the entire Far West!

Is it too wasteful to just feed the dog like this?

Of course, it is also because Shen Le is a dog, and he is absolutely unable to betray after being hit by the Netherworld Heart Devouring Curse... and he has invested so much before, and the sunk cost is too high, which makes him hesitate and hesitant...

"You are lucky..."

After a long time, this Black Demon Sect monk finally made a decision: "In the past, even if you were sold, it would not be worth a blood elixir, but my Black Demon Sect will make a big move recently... If you can survive At that time, it may be more beneficial to take charge of the Medicine King Sect in advance... I will try to go back and apply for you."

"If this can be done, the merit of the messenger will not be forgotten!"

Hearing that there was hope of prolonging life, Shen Le was overjoyed and thanked her repeatedly.

After thanking him, he said with some hesitation and anxiety: "When it comes to life extension, I thought of another thing...the old guy...his alchemy has definitely reached the third level, so don't let him change to some life-extending spiritual item, or even yourself. Refining the life-prolonging elixir..."

"Hey... the life-extending spiritual objects in the Far West are extremely rare, and even if they are in the hands of other alchemy ancestors, who would be willing to exchange their lives?"

The envoy of the Black Demon Sect sneered and said, "As for refining by yourself? The elixir refined by the third-level alchemy technique can prolong life for decades at most, and if you eat too much, it will become resistant to medicines, and the effect will decline crazily. The materials needed are even more precious... And, isn't there still you here? Give the old guy some trouble in alchemy, even if you can't beat that bastard, you can start with auxiliary materials, I will give you a list later, the materials on it are all It is not difficult for you to take advantage of the opportunity to make trouble in the acquisition of the common auxiliary materials of life-prolonging elixir in the Far West, right?"

Shen Le's eyes gradually lit up...

...

Inside the Houshan Cave Mansion.

Aaron retreated to meditate, took out a jade bottle from the treasure bag, poured out a round pill from it, stuffed it into his mouth, and threw the jade bottle away.

In this white jade bottle of high-quality mutton fat, it looks like only this panacea is contained.

The elixir entered the abdomen, and immediately turned into a powerful aura, reaching all limbs and bones.

Aaron immediately closed his eyes and ran the Ming Yu Jue, silently digesting this aura.

Several hours later, he opened his eyes and glanced at the skill column:

[Cultivation method: Ming Yu Jue fifteenth floor (10433/20000)]

"That's right...a grain of 'Sanyang Pill' can increase your proficiency by one hundred points...Combined with my penance, the speed of progress in the technique will be greatly accelerated..."

To be honest, with the approach of the Millennium Covenant, Aaron also felt a sense of a storm that was about to come.

Even if you don't talk about premonitions, just say that in the Far West, the small actions of the Black Demon Sect's sub-helm have become more frequent, and this is the best proof!

"According to the calculation, it will be two hundred years before the end of the oath..."

"Perhaps it's time...to contact the Golden Core forces in the Far West countries and form the Far West Alliance again?"

To be honest, Aaron is quite a nostalgic person.

After staying in Yaowang Mountain for so long, I feel a little emotional, and I don't want to move easily.

And... Even if they move, how many places are there in the world that are safer than the Far West?

You can't go to the mortal world and stay!

"In order not to move, work hard..."

"When the time comes, the war will be unfavorable, and I will slip away again!"

"Strength...whether it's a sense of security or something else, in the final analysis, you still need strength!"

With this in mind, Aaron took out another third-order elixir to swallow, and continued to practice...

...

Ten years later.

Aaron received the sound transmission talisman, and it turned out that Shen Le found an excuse to come to see him.

In fact, the main reason is to see if he dies of old age...

Aaron pretended not to know, and summoned this useless disciple.

When she saw him sitting on the Longevity Turtle, Shen Le lowered her head and cursed in her heart: "The old guy can really live!"

...

Another ten years have passed...

Aaron took the initiative to summon Shen Le.

Shen Le had already swallowed the blood elixir at this time, and saluted confidently: "Master...how are you, old man?"

"Shang Ke Shang Ke... This old man has recently refined a life-prolonging elixir, and this old bone can live for many more years!"

Looking at Shen Le's dull gaze, Aaron couldn't help laughing.

...

"Damn it...why did the old guy actually refine a life-prolonging elixir?"

"This is your problem. Fortunately, the third-order spirit pill can't prolong life too long. You will be able to kill him sooner or later... Wait... Be patient..."

"I... I'm a little uneasy, can Shangzong bestow another blood spirit pill?"

"roll!!"

...

Decade after decade...

During this period of time, Aaron had the beauty-retaining technique, and he looked fine, but Shen Le was getting older and weaker at a speed visible to the naked eye...

After all, he took a clever way to form the pill, even if he swallowed the blood spirit pill to prolong his life, it would not be able to make up for the previous loss of vitality...

On the occasion of Aaron's 1400th birthday, he made a special trip out to see the old apprentice.

At this time, Shen Le could only lie on the bed, dying...

After all, Shen Le is almost six hundred years old. As the ancestor of Dan Jie, his life is undoubtedly very successful.

But at this moment, looking at the smiling master, his eyes were full of despair: "Ten years and ten years...You old man, you play me?"

"My dear boy, where did you start talking about this?"

Aaron coughed weakly a few times: "Ahem...to tell you the truth...as a teacher, I am exhausted...the deadline is just a few days away...if you want to take over, you might as well wait...cough cough ..."

"Go away!"

Shen Le uttered a swear word, cursing wildly in her heart... that's it! It's this kind of appearance that is about to run out of oil and lamps!

This old immortal has maintained this appearance in front of him for decades!

Every time, he comforted himself that the old guy was dying soon, and even persuaded the impatient Black Demon Sect leader not to do anything, just persevere, persevere... the one who wins must be himself!

But he never expected that he would be boiled to death by this old guy instead! ! !

When he was about to die, he finally tore off the disguise and mask of filial piety as a master and apprentice, cursed a curse, then struggled to raise his hand: "I'm not reconciled..."

After all, a mouthful of spiritual energy dissipated, the golden core disintegrated, the palm fell, and just sat and went away...

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