cpa300_4(); Whether to be a slave for ten years or to die, this question does not seem to need to be considered, but Peng Lu still hesitated for a while before nodding reluctantly, indicating that he would indeed refine some pills.

"Good!" Seeing Peng Luo nodded, Wang San didn't say much, and directly stretched out his hand.

Wang San's action, Peng Luo didn't need to ask, he knew that Wang San was asking him for soul blood, but if this soul blood was handed over, if Wang San didn't return him ten years later, wouldn't he want to be Wang San's slave for the rest of his life?

"Wang ...... Senior Wang, it's okay to help you refine the elixir for ten years, but this soul blood ......"

"Don't worry, after ten years, Wang may leave, and then he will definitely return your freedom, and he will never break his promise."

"Do you want to go to the blue water ......?"

"Humph!" Before Peng Luo finished speaking, Wang San's eyes widened, and he snorted coldly: "Hurry up and hand over the soul blood, Wang's time is precious, but he is not in the mood to spend it with you, and there is ...... It's best not to ask too much in the future if it's none of your business, do you understand? ”

Seeing that Wang San's face was not good, Peng Luo didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly patted his eyebrows, forcing out a drop of soul blood and handing it to Wang San.

Not long after this Peng Luo occupied Ruan Hongyi's body, his primordial spirit was already weak, and now he forcibly forced out his soul blood, his face suddenly became as pale as paper, and the whole person suddenly fell into a coma.

Wang San didn't pay attention to this, and after pressing Peng Lu's soul blood into the sea of knowledge, he picked up the previous axe magic weapon and began to build a retreat cave.

Choosing this place to build a cave mansion, Wang San was still inspired by Peng Luo, and after thinking about it, he felt that it was really good to retreat here, and the wall mastiff under the Broken Dragon Cliff almost became his guard.

I was afraid that the noise would be too loud and alarm the wall mastiff under the cliff, so the construction progress of the cave was very slow, until Peng Luo woke up and helped, and a month later, a cave house with a four-room hall was completed.

The cave house was built though. But there were no defensive measures at all, and Wang San had not learned any formations, so he could only block the place that should be blocked, leaving only the most secret exit. He also set up some simple traps at the entrance, as well as the only remaining Soul Devouring Vine.

After arranging everything, Wang San took the empty clay pot, and regretted very much that he didn't save some use it at the beginning, otherwise he would have planted a large number of devouring vines at the entrance. It's much safer comparatively.

The eye-eating insect cubs were all consumed, and the clay pots left behind were useless, so Wang San put them aside, took out all the storage bags, prepared a thorough inventory, and then began to retreat.

Since leaving Zhujia Town, Wang San has gained a lot along the way, there are sixteen storage bags alone, and they are all storage bags for monks above the early stage of foundation building, and the contents are naturally better than those of monks in the Qi cultivation period. Much richer.

Wang San put the spirit stones, pills, cultivation exercises, magic weapons, alchemy materials, and refining materials together, and these things alone almost filled the entire stone room, not to mention those miscellaneous things.

Since coming to the Sumeru realm, Wang San has not really, completely practiced any exercises, and practiced the spells of a certain school, all of which are fragmentary, and most of them are dictated by Mei Changyun. Now that there are several sets of exercises piled up in front of him, of course Wang San has to study them carefully.

It takes a lot of time to organize the exercises. Wang San was not in a hurry, he put it away in a storage bag, and began to count the number of spirit stones and other things.

After almost two pillars of incense, Wang San finally finished the inventory. Among them, there are 23,080 spirit stones in total, with low-grade spirit stones accounting for ninety percent, middle-grade spirit stones accounting for one, and high-grade spirit stones at all.

Of course, not all of these spirit stones were seized, including the spirit stones in Wang San's own storage bag. Although it seems to be a huge number, there are no spiritual veins here, and it is definitely impossible to rely on this little spiritual stone cultivation alone to support it for ten years.

As for the pill, Wang San had a big head after reading it, and he couldn't understand it at all, so he directly handed it over to Peng Lu to deal with, and asked him to select the finished pill to improve his cultivation and give it to himself.

As for the other things, Wang San checked them, sorted them into categories, and put them away.

There is no earth fire here, and if Peng Lu wants to refine the pill, he can only rely on the flame technique and consume the true yuan in his body to refine, so he can't refine any good pills, at most, he can only refine some pills such as Huiyuan Pill and Gu Yuansan.

Hui Yuan Dan and Gu Yuansan are both first- and second-grade pills, and their real effect is not great, and Peng Lu is not a real alchemist, so most of the refined ones are still defective.

Wang San didn't care about this, and handed over all the alchemy materials to Peng Lu, so that he could refine them boldly without worrying about consumption, anyway, there were many materials, and he couldn't use the pill for the time being.

With Wang San's words, Peng Luo also started to practice with those medicinal materials, and gradually gained a certain foundation for alchemy.

In the first half a year, Wang San did not meditate and practice at all, but kept studying those exercises, Danshu and other things, hoping to find a fast and effective practice route that was complete and complete.

Wang San's idea was indeed good, but with his understanding of the cultivation path, he found that there was no shortcut to the improvement of the monk's cultivation, and it all relied on long-term accumulation to slowly climb, if he forcibly improved the realm, whether it was an elixir or a large amount of absorption of the spiritual energy in the spirit stone, the result would cause immeasurable damage to the body.

Everything in the world is like this, it seems very simple at first, but after you really understand it, it is not so simple, this is the difference between imagination and reality.

Wang San practiced to the middle stage of foundation building, almost all of them used the exercises of the ancient style school, and before he saw the exercises of other sects, he felt that all the laws should be the same, and as long as he understood them, he could understand them all.

However, in fact, this is not the case, especially after the middle stage of foundation building, the mental formulas used by each façade are different, and the route of transforming the pure aura into the true element is even different, and the power of the spells cast in the end is also different.

After studying for half a year, Wang San almost didn't get anything except for a better understanding of cultivation, but fortunately, the ancient style school is not a small sect, its exercises are okay, and these exercises are still the head of the ancient style faction, Mei Changyun personally taught them, from the Qi training period to the Dan period.

Unable to find an effective shortcut, Wang San was not disappointed, and after another month, he began his real retreat.

Three years later, the war between the Gu Feng Sect and the Yilin Sect, as well as the Purple Spirit Sect, finally came to an end.

But unexpectedly, none of these three major factions had a winner, and after consuming a lot of people and money, they all sat down at the negotiating table in the end, made a three-in-one, merged into a faction, and named the Three Holy Sects! (To be continued.) )