The fact that the Wu clan clone condensed the years into the silver dragon spear soul is similar to Luan Tian's original thinking!

The blow that condenses the years will instantly devour the years that hit the object, that is, let the years pass faster on their bodies!

A blow may make the grass and trees of Chunhua instantly go to autumn fruit; A blow may also make the monk who was hit instantly old for years, or even decades!

Now, this trick is familiar with the application of the Wu clan's clone, and he is not satisfied with the status quo, and is still working hard to condense more years on the silver dragon gun soul!

Twenty days have passed unconsciously, and during this period, Luan Tian and the Wu clan clone have not slept endlessly, and they have not stopped for a moment! One alchemy until his eyes are red, and the other cultivates spells until his eyes burst out. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this time, the situation of the deity was even more serious than that of the Wu clan clone, and the continuous refining of the elixir was a process of pure consumption of mana, even if there was a steady supply of spiritual energy, such a consumption still made Luan Tian deity show a trace of overdraft.

This kind of overdraft, which comes from the transition of consumption, is unsustainable, and although it is not irreversible, it requires a long process.

Luan Tian obviously couldn't take care of so much, the time he set for himself was a month, thirty days, and within thirty days, he wanted to refine as many pills as possible, as much as possible!

"Little Tianzi, you can't do this!"

Lao Pi didn't go to the square much anymore a few days ago, he sat silently beside Luan Tian, helping from time to time, and then looked at Luan Tian busy with a serious face.

"Why don't you go to the Ice Lake, where there will be more supply of aura."

"Yes, yes, yes, go to the ice lake, go to the ice lake."

Inspired by the big head, Lao Pi suddenly realized that Luan Tian also felt that the big head's proposal was very good. So, he got up and came out of the cave and flew to the back mountain ice lake.

In the icy lake, the Wu clone is soaking in it with his eyes closed. Sometimes he would show half of his head, sometimes his whole body would sink to the bottom of the lake, and sometimes he would suddenly rise into the sky, and when he fell, he waved his hand to draw a silver light.

The deity and the deity have the same mind and mind, since Luan Tian deity has made the decision to come to the ice lake, the Wu clan clone has a perception, but he never looked at the deity, still cultivating by himself, extremely focused.

Luan Tian landed on the edge of the lake, jumped up on his tiptoes, and his body crossed a curved rainbow, instantly disappearing into the lake.

What a familiar feeling!

Although this is not the real Qingyun Sect in the Earth Realm, after so many years of careful transformation by countless people, it is basically no different from the Qingyun Sect in the Earth Realm! Mountains and trees have spirituality, and gradually, the breath becomes exactly the same!

Luan Tian's initial enlightenment was in this icy lake, and no one was more familiar with the water of this icy lake than him, and he felt more cordial!

The Wu clan clone deliberately moved to the side to cultivate, vacating half of the lake for the deity, half of one person, and thus occupying the entire ice lake.

At this time, the big head had already flown out of the Qiankun Ring. Since Nirvana, he has never been able to transform back into the body of the Henggong Fish, and naturally he can't condense the silverfish, but his mana to condense the aura is still there, and it has been sublimated!

"Chirp~Chirp~Chirp~" "Chirp~~"

The big head was like a burning flame, reflecting half of the sky.

As his voice echoed in the sky above the Qingyun Sect, the aura on the entire Tianyun Mountain suddenly surged, rushing towards the ice lake!

Everyone in the Qingyun Sect heard the chirping of the big head, and they also noticed that the aura had suddenly become much thinner. But they were well-trained, and they only looked up in the direction of the south peak, but none of them left their posts without permission.

I don't know when, an old man with a red face but hard to hide the vicissitudes of life sat on the top of the South Peak, looking at his closed disciple from afar. Around his waist, an emerald green wine gourd hangs.

Gray-clothed and linen shoes, slightly chubby, garlic nose, white with a few strands of black hair, two long eyebrows hanging to his ears, a pair of eyes blazing, like two lightning bolts shooting in the direction of the ice lake.

Decades ago, he had sat here quietly countless times, watching him gradually realize with concern. Now, he's grown, he's matured, he's stronger, even stronger than he ever imagined!

But no matter what, he never let go of the concern in his heart, he is like his child, he is his child, in front of him, he is always a child.

Luan Tian didn't notice Xuan Lingzi's arrival, he really didn't notice it! At this time, all his thoughts were devoted to alchemy, and his face was flooded with bursts of red light, and his eyes shot out a strange red glow.

His eyes were bloodshot anymore, because both eyeballs were completely red!

Counting on his fingers, since the beginning of alchemy, today is already the twenty-third day, and there are only seven days left before the deadline set by Luan Tian for himself.

At this time, the storage bags of the Buddha seal in the Qiankun Ring were already full, and roughly calculated, a total of more than 50,000 pills of various pills had been refined!

But Luan Tian didn't mean to stop and rest at all, and the movements of his hands became more and more swift. At this time, the Wu clan clone also sensed something, he no longer continued to cultivate, and sat on the surface of the lake, his body rippling with the lake, floating up and down.

The Wu clan clone stared at the deity with cold eyes, and under this cold appearance, the emotion in his eyes was no different from the gaze of Xuan Lingzi sitting on the top of a distant mountain!

"This kid is so ruthless!"

This is not only what the Wu clan clone wants to say at this time, but also the common voice of Xuan Lingzi sitting on the top of the South Peak, the big head flying over the ice lake, and Lao Pi, Xiaoli, Xiaomi, Shui Er and others sitting around the deity.

At this time, Luan Tian's face had turned from red to a little pale, his body and hands were trembling slightly, and his lips were gradually losing their blood.

The temperature inside the Qiankun Ring had become extremely high, and Xiao Li and Shui'er's foreheads were covered with beads of sweat, but there was not a trace of sweat on Luan Tian's whole body, because the moment the sweat appeared, it was immediately evaporated!

With Luan Tian's current cultivation, there are not many cases that can make him sweat, and it is even rarer for the sweat to be evaporated and dried up immediately!

The twenty-fourth day passed quickly, and there were still five days left, Luan Tian thought about it for a while, and took out the only ten storage bags left on his body, and he planned to fill them all!

Most of these ten storage bags are not large, but to fill these ten storage bags, at least more than 20,000 pills need to be refined!

At the moment when Luan Tian took out the ten empty storage bags, not only the Wu clan clone, but also Datou, Lao Pi, Xiaomi, Xiaoli and others immediately understood Luan Tian's intentions.

"Could it be that he's crazy?!"

It took five days to refine more than 20,000 pills, which was simply unthinkable, especially in Luan Tian's current state.

Everyone's face was densely covered with a look of extreme worry at this time.