Mysterious Tribulation Chapter 693

"Ugh…"

Back Mountain.

After casually burning a few base-building demon cultivators, Aaron sprinkled their ashes in the elixir garden and sighed.

He wasn't really worried about the sect's change.

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

Even Bai Caiwei is like that...

He is worried about his own problems.

After all, Fang Laoguai's vest is over 400 years old, and in another 100 years, it will definitely reach the lifespan of a pill-forming cultivator!

At that time, the play will not go on!

"However, it can be claimed that I have obtained a life-extending elixir, and Qingdan can live for another hundred years. Why can't I?"

"However, this strategy does not cure the symptoms..."

"And more than a hundred years is too short, what can I do? Could it be that I have to open a new vest? Well... I will take another closed disciple, let him form a pill for a hundred years, and then wear this vest, and can continue to work for more than 400. year…"

Aaron prefers the latter option.

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

"The last name is Song Mingzhong, and it's not bad for the old man to die..."

Aaron is quite skilled at how to create 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.

In fact, this closed disciple does not exist at all...

Then every time, he would disguise himself as this person, revealing the strength of foundation building, late foundation building, and core formation...

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 not being able to act and run!"

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

Identity or something is still a hundred years from now.

At this time, he only focused on one thing - first use low-level spirit medicine to fill the alchemy technique, and then refine the batch of thousand-year-old spirit grass into suitable medicinal medicine!

Time flies.

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

in the cave.

Aaron looked at the copper pill furnace in front of him with a cautious look on his face.

"go!"

After counting the time, he played a dazzling tactic, which turned into strands of brilliance and disappeared into the pill furnace.

In the elixir furnace, there are colorful lights, and a refreshing medicinal fragrance faintly emerges, and it even penetrates the formation and comes to the outside world...

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

"out!"

Aaron's expression was solemn, and he slapped the pill furnace.

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

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

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

He had fallen on the last steps of condensing and collecting pills twice before.

If it still fails this time, the millennium nine-eyed begonia as the main material will be exhausted!

Fortunately, it is an old monster who has lived for thousands of years. The more important things Aaron encounters, the more calm he becomes.

With the idea of ​​waiting another thousand years, he played a set of pill collection tactics with extreme fluency, which made the medicinal pill radiant and restrained, and the medicinal pill trembled slightly.

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

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

A look of joy appeared on Aaron's face, and he put this nine-star pill into the jade bottle properly, and then he let out a long breath.

Over the past 100 years, he has relied on a lot of practice, and he has sharply sharpened the alchemy technique to the point of third-order perfection.

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

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

Facts have proved that this pill is really difficult, and he has also adopted a substitute.

Even though the process was handled flawlessly, it encountered 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] [Realm: Middle Stage of Formation] [Cultivation Technique: Fifteenth Floor of Mingyu Art (10333/20000)] [Spell:] [ Skill: . Third-order alchemy (10000/10000)]

"It's really not easy to finish a Tier 3 skill at last."

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

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

Aaron saw Xiaoqing as soon as he lifted his sleeves and went out.

"Owner"

Xiaoqing stared at Aaron with big innocent eyes.

"Don't look at it, I'm immune to this set of you, and I called it cute when I was a child, but now it's a horror!"

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

He learned the lesson that the retreat time was too long before, and the King of Medicine almost changed his surname.

After Aaron retreated, he had to go out from time to time, lest Shen Le make any more fools.

"Old Ancestor is out!"

Xiaoqing let out a roar, and the sound shook the four fields, so that a foundation-building cultivator rushed to the Hall of Medicine King.

Aaron sat in the main seat honestly and looked at the people below lazily.

Well, Shen Le is still the first.

However, this disciple also looked very old. At this time, seeing Aaron still there, a haze flashed in his eyes,

But I still bowed down: "I have seen the master"

"Meet the Supreme Elder..."

The new suzerain is a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, leading other monks to give great gifts.

Um….

Aaron's previously designated old foundation-building died within a few years, and he had to appoint a new suzerain.

Moreover, Aaron feels that it is a good idea to let the base-building cultivator be the suzerain, at least the rotation is fast... so as not to fall in love with the power.

After years of fine-tuning, the so-called Sect Master of the Medicine King Sect has completely turned into a post of an affairs officer. Although it sounds good, that's what it is.

"Forget it...let's get up."

Aaron coughed and looked a little weak: "Has the person sent to Dagan come back? Where is my eldest apprentice?"

Although he doesn't care much about when Bai Caiwei will return, Aaron has to take this attitude to show that he is dying...

"Master Qi, not yet!"

Shen Le came out to answer, with joy in his heart.

'Is the old guy dying? You really can't tell from the appearance of this practice of keeping your face... But you still want to find Bai Caiwei to take over? hum...'

He also has some regrets in his heart. Even if he used the Black Demon Sect connection, he only found out that this woman was exploring a secret realm after she went to the big job, and then there was no news...

"waste!"

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

"Elder Taishang... You just sent Senior Brother Song out on a mission, you forgot?"

"Oh oh…"

Aaron patted his head, and his face sank suddenly, acting like a confused old man who was forcing his composure!

"It's all gone!"

Shenle Cave House.

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

Shen Le paced back and forth, looking very excited.

And that Demon Dao Jiedan also used the secret technique of surrogacy, possessed a puppet, and analyzed it next to him: "Fang Laowei sent someone to find Bai Caiwei, maybe it was to take over, or maybe it was just a trick, your sixth junior brother should also pay special attention, he What's the history?"

"I don't know, it was brought back suddenly by the old guy." Shen Le sneered: "Maybe it is the illegitimate child of the old guy, but he wants to form a pill? It's still wishful thinking! And count the days... the old guy's deadline is just around the corner!"

Speaking of this, his expression finally became a little uneasy: "But why is he still not dead? I have a feeling that my lifespan is about to come..."

"this…"

Momen Jiedan is also a little confused: "The cultivator of Jiedan has five hundred years of life, but it is not balanced. Some of the ancestors of Jiedan were seriously injured when they were young, and their vitality was greatly damaged. ... There are also some ancestors who are good at health preservation, well maintained, and it is not a big problem to survive until the age of five hundred and fifty... But your life essence, using the blood sacrifice secret method to form pills, is very lucky to be able to live five hundred years old. Indeed. It's a little 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! Lord messenger, you can't help me!" Shen Le said quickly.

"Hey... it's not impossible. For example, the secret medicine of this sect, 'Blood Spirit Pill', one pill can prolong the life of a cultivator for a hundred years, the effect of the second pill is halved, and the third pill is ineffective..."

This Pill Formation Demon Cultivator is clearly weighing and struggling...

After all, this is a life-extending elixir that is extremely rare in the entire extreme west!

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

Of course, it is precisely because Shen Le is a dog who has been hit by the Netherworld Heart Devouring Charm, and absolutely cannot betray... And he had invested so much before, and the sunk cost was too high, which made him a little hesitant and hesitant...

"You are lucky"

After a long time, the Black Demon Sect cultivator finally made a decision: "In the past, even if you sell it, it is not worth a blood elixir, but my Black Demon Sect will have a big move recently... If you can live At that time, or taking charge of the Medicine King Sect in advance will be more helpful to this sect, I will try to go back and apply for you."

"If this can be done, we will never forget the messenger's work!"

Hearing the hope of prolonging life, Shen Le was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly.

After thanking him, he hesitated and said: "When it comes to prolonging life, I think of one more thing... The old guy's alchemy skills are definitely at the third level, but don't let him exchange for any life-extending spirits, or even make them himself. The longevity elixir is here..."

"Hehe... Life-extending spirits in the extreme west are extremely rare. Even if they are in the hands of other ancestors, who would be willing to exchange their lives?"

The emissary of the Black Demon Sect sneered: "As for refining it yourself? The pills made by the third-order alchemy technique can prolong life by several decades at most, and if you eat too much, they will become resistant to medicines, and the effect will decrease crazily. The required materials are even more cherished... And, isn't this still you? Give the old guy a stumbling block for alchemy. Even if you can't beat that bastard, you can start with the auxiliary materials. I will give you a list later, and the materials above are all The common auxiliary materials for the longevity elixir in the extreme west, it is not difficult for you to take advantage of the opportunity to make trouble in the acquisition, right?"

Shen Le's eyes gradually lit up...

Inside Houshan Cave House.

Aaron retreated and meditated, took out a jade bottle from the magic bag, poured out a round pill, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Just throw away the jade bottle.

In this fine white jade bottle of mutton fat, there is only this one elixir in it.

The spirit pill entered the belly, and immediately turned into a powerful spiritual energy, reaching the limbs and bones.

Aaron immediately closed his eyes and ran the Mingyu Art, silently digesting this spiritual energy.

After a few hours, he opened his eyes and glanced at the exercises column:

[Cultivation Technique: The Fifteenth Floor of Mingyu Jue (10433/20000)]

"That's right... A 'Three Yang Pill' can increase my proficiency by 100 points... With my penance, the speed of my practice will be greatly accelerated..."

To be honest, with the approaching of the millennium, Aaron also felt the smell of rain and wind.

Even if I don't say premonition, just in the extreme west, the small movements of the Black Demon Sect splitting the rudder have become more frequent, and this is the best proof!

"It's only two hundred years before the end of the oath."

"Maybe it's time to contact the Jindan forces of the extreme western countries and form the extreme western alliance again?"

Practically speaking, 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 that are safer than the extreme west?

You can't stay in the mortal world!

"In order not to move, work hard"

"When the war is unfavorable, I will slip again!"

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

At this point, Aaron found another third-order elixir and swallowed it, and continued to practice...

Ten years later.

Aaron received the sound transmission, and it turned out that Shen Le came to see him with an excuse.

In fact, I mainly want to see if he is old or not...

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

When he saw him sitting on the longevity turtle, Shen Le lowered his head and cursed in his heart: "The old guy can really live!"

Another ten years have passed...

Aaron took the initiative to summon Shen Le.

Shen Le had swallowed the blood elixir at this time, and saluted confidently: "Master... Are you alright?"

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

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

"Damn...why did the old guy make a life-extending elixir?"

"This is your problem. Fortunately, the third-order elixir can't prolong the lifespan too long. Sooner or later, you will be able to kill him and wait...be patient."

"I... I'm a little uneasy, can the sect give me another blood elixir?"

"roll!!"

Ten years and ten years....

During this period of time, Aaron had the beauty-preserving technique, which looked fine, but Shen Le became more and more senile and weak at a speed visible to the naked eye...

After all, he made an elixir by a clever trick. Even if he swallowed the blood elixir to prolong his life, he would not be able to make up for the loss of his previous vitality. On the occasion of Aaron's 1,400th birthday, he specially went out to see this old apprentice.

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

After all, Shen Le is almost six hundred years old~www.mtlnovel.com~ As the ancestor of Jiedan, his life is undoubtedly very successful.

But at this time, looking at the smiling master, his eyes were full of despair: "Ten years after ten years... the immortal,

you play me? "

"Good boy, where did you come from?"

Aaron coughed weakly a few times: "Cough cough... It's true... I'm running out of fuel as a teacher... The deadline is just a few days... If you want to take over, you might as well wait... Cough..."

"Get out of here!"

Shen Le burst out with a foul language, and cursed wildly in his heart for this! That's what it looks like about to run out of fuel!

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 in turn persuaded the Black Demon Sect, who had become impatient, not to do anything, just persevere and persevere... The winner must be himself!

But he never imagined that he would actually be boiled to death by this old guy! ! !

When he was about to die, he finally tore off the camouflage and mask of the past teacher, kind and filial piety, scolded a foul language, and struggled to raise his hand: "I am not reconciled"

In the end, the aura dissipated, the golden core disintegrated, the palm fell, and just sat down and left PS: Well, Jiagen asks for forgiveness. By the way, ask for tickets and subscribe from the starting point!

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