Now, although Mu Zifeng's control of Lihuo is not so perfect, the control of the size of the general firepower is still very easy, and this kind of control is just right for him to use Lihuo to refine the elixir.

Of course, with Mu Zifeng's current strength, he can only refine some mid-grade and below-grade pills, and as for the top-grade pills, the success rate is even bottomless in his own heart.

The more he studied alchemy, the more surprised Mu Zifeng's heart became, and the more he felt like a primary school student.

"Immortal-level alchemy is too broad and profound!" he was deeply touched, "I didn't expect that a small pill, from purification, medicine, to preservation, is so complicated." ”

The types of herbs are different, the volume is different, the efficacy is different, and the purification time required is different.

There are strict requirements for the time and heat of the medicine, and it is not good to be fast or slow. The order of entering the medicine must be carried out in strict accordance with the monarch and the minister, otherwise, even if the pill is successfully refined, the effect of the medicine can be considered lucky, and if you are not careful, you may refine the poison pill, which has a completely opposite effect.

On the way back to Demon Sa City, Mu Zifeng also had a whim, and he had the ambition to take out the fire furnace to refine the elixir on the ground, but he practiced two furnaces, and undoubtedly failed.

Will he give up alchemy?

The answer, of course, is no.

Instead of passively facing the battle, it is better to take the initiative!

Since the monks couldn't do without the assistance of the elixir, how could Mu Zifeng give up easily. It's not in his character.

Sitting cross-legged in the cultivation room, there were three medicinal herbs in front of Mu Zifeng, all of which were picked from the mountain next to the Immortal Pond of the Human Race's Tomb, three hundred years old.

The three herbs are Dawan Chrysanthemum, Vegetarian Yellow Flower, and Wind Demon Grass.

He wants to refine the medium-grade elixir Ju Demon Pill, which is an elixir that can improve cultivation, and can be used by magicians and below, which can improve a small realm. Don't look at a small realm, if you cultivate step by step, it will take at least a year or more to reach it.

No way, Mu Zifeng has failed ten times, this is his eleventh alchemy, so he only chose the simplest pill of three herbs, the first ten failures, Mu Zifeng is not no gain, he has accumulated experience, and has found out his own shortcomings again and again, whether it is alchemy techniques or the control of fire, the purification of herbs, are all slowly improving.

Adjust your breath evenly to the best condition.

Mu Zifeng put his hand on the stove, "soared", and lit the fire for the eleventh time.

Mu Zifeng exhaled a long breath, stabilized his mentality, and then turned the fire down slightly, and then put the big bowl of chrysanthemum into the fire, he first used a small fire to remove the skin of the big bowl of chrysanthemum, and a muddy smell emanated in the cultivation room, Mu Zifeng didn't care about this smell, but carefully controlled the fire, and began to burn the inner diameter of the big bowl of chrysanthemum.

The most important step in purification is the control of the flame, if the flame is large, the herbs will be burned into ashes immediately, if they are small, the herbs will be slowly dried, and the effect of the herbs will be lost. So, don't be sloppy. This step is easy to say, but it is not ordinarily difficult.

Low-level alchemists have to practice for three years in the purification process, and they have to practice hundreds or thousands of times on ordinary medicinal materials in one or two years.

Still, in Mu Zifeng's storage bag, there were no less than 4,000 medicinal herbs that were three hundred years old, so even if he failed ten times, he was not distressed at all.

"Burn me. Mu Zifeng shouted, and the fire suddenly became larger, and the big bowl of chrysanthemum shrank rapidly, and finally turned into a black thick body the size of a ping-pong ball, and the impurities of the big bowl of chrysanthemum were also removed from the fire.

Mu Zifeng put away the fire, carefully scooped up the liquid with a jade shovel, and put it into a jade bottle.

In this way, the plain yellow flower and the wind demon grass were also purified by him.

Next, the most important step is to condense the three liquids after purification, and then bake them to mix the medicinal effects of the three herbs together to form a new medicinal effect, so as to exert the medicinal power.

The first ten times, Mu Zifeng made a mistake in the Rongdan link, which led to the destruction of the pill, but this time, it was time to melt the Dan again, and Mu Zifeng's mood suddenly became nervous again.

Taking a deep breath, Mu Zifeng made his mind as peaceful as possible, and he put the purified large bowl of chrysanthemum, plain yellow flower and wind demon grass into the furnace in turn, and as soon as the three black medicine balls entered the furnace, they began to repel each other, circling around the furnace.

"Give me a he!" he roared, pinched the magic trick in his hand, and the spiritual power gushed out, and the three spiritual forces surrounded and pulled the three medicine balls respectively, and the three medicine balls slowly merged into a whole with great reluctance.

Mu Zifeng's spiritual power was also synthesized into one, enveloping the three balls of medicine in it, and a trace of spiritual power mobilized the fire and began to slowly burn at the synthetic body.

Three pill balls sizzled, and suddenly, one of the pill balls broke out of control and flew away from the stove. If this medicine ball hits the wall of the furnace, then the wall of the furnace under the high temperature will burn the ball into ashes, and the refining of this elixir will be wasted.

"Go back. At the last moment, a trace of spiritual power that Mu Zifeng had been waiting for on the side immediately took action, blocked the medicine ball head-on, and together with the trace of spiritual power that followed after him, he pulled the medicine ball back into the pill.

Two of Mu Zifeng's first ten failures were when the medicine ball got out of control and was burned by the furnace wall, so this time, he first divided a trace of spiritual power to wait for the rabbit by the furnace wall, and it really worked.

In a few moments, the three balls of medicine were together, dripping and spinning in the furnace. A strong medicinal fragrance emanated from the furnace.

After only such a short period of effort, Mu Zifeng's forehead was already sweating, and because of his output of mental power regardless of the cost, he felt that his spiritual power had been lost by more than half, and his brain began to become groggy.

But he gritted his teeth and insisted, persistence is victory!

"Have you finally succeeded in condensing the pill? It seems that alchemy is really a brain-consuming job. While Mu Zifeng was happy in his heart, he didn't forget to laugh at himself, but he didn't dare to relax his mental power for a moment.

Alchemy has been basically successful so far, and the steps of condensing pills are the most likely to cause problems, because many kinds of herbs will have repulsion because of different ingredients, and the higher the age of the herbs, the greater the repulsion, which is also the main reason why alchemists often appear in the fryer.

About half an hour later, in Mu Zifeng's mind, a dark green crystal clear pill the size of an egg flashed, and the pill was very perfect, like a work of art.

"It's done. He was overjoyed in his heart, his mind moved, he extinguished the fire, opened the lid on the stove, and the dark green pill flew out of the mouth of the furnace, Mu Zifeng pinched the magic trick, made a ban, and firmly locked the pill in it, stretched out his hand, and the pill arrived in his hand, and a strong medicinal fragrance suddenly spread in the cultivation room.

"Is this the elixir? I can also refine the elixir!" Mu Zifeng was ecstatic in his heart, and a bright smile appeared on his resolute face.

"That's right, the old man slept for a while, you actually know how to make alchemy!" Suddenly, a voice sounded in his body.

"Quan Lao, have you finally woken up?" Mu Zifeng's little face bloomed like a flower.

"From the moment you entered the cultivation room, I woke up. Quan Lao said with a smile.

Mu Zifeng said: "You old thing, you woke up early and didn't help me, causing me to fail so many times!"

"You must be scolding me in your heart, right?" said Elder Quan calmly.

Mu Zifeng's face flushed, and then he remembered that his soul was connected with Quan Lao, and all his thoughts, as long as Quan Lao wanted to find out, he would definitely be able to find out. "No, how can you. He said perfunctorily.

"You don't need to say that I also know, in fact, the reason why I don't help you is because only what I find out is my own. The help of outsiders is only an external force, and the practice of one's own hands can be called experience, and even if it fails, it is also called a lesson. Quan Lao was kind and seductive.

"What you get by yourself is called experience. Elder Quan, you said it so well!" Mu Zifeng's eyes lit up.

Yes, all the way to practice, I have relied on the experience of stumbling to sum up the success, those who were born with a golden key in the wealthy, they have someone to support them from the moment they fall to the ground, they have resources, some have experience, but they are like flowers in a greenhouse, they have experienced the baptism of storms, just like Fan Yicheng and Yili Yiku, even if they have a certain amount of experience, they are not ghosts under the knife, and although their cultivation path is smooth, are they considered successful?

With a flicker of his figure, Quan Lao came out of Mu Zifeng's body, and the shadow was incomparably solid, much clearer than when Mu Zifeng first saw him.

"Elder Quan, to what extent have you recovered?" asked Mu Zifeng curiously.

"It's almost a ninth-order magician. Quan Lao said with a smile.

"Ninth-Order Demon Master, why don't you catch up with the Demon King?"

"I'm still a soul body, I'm afraid I won't be able to exert my strength, if I use your body, even if I encounter the Demon King, I can also fight. Quan Lao said calmly.

"Can you fight with the Demon King?, wouldn't there be no opponent in this Demon Continent?" Mu Zifeng was secretly happy in his heart.

"Hey, you already have fifty-one demon moths? Also, what is this thing in your dantian, how can I have a trace of palpitations?" Quan Lao checked Mu Zifeng's body, and his questions came up one after another.

While recovering his immortal power and spiritual power, Mu Zifeng told him unreservedly what happened during Quan Lao's sleep, and when it came to the Terran Tomb, when that monster let Mu Zifeng scatter his skills for a while, Quan Lao was also embarrassed and a little afraid.

When he heard that Mu Zifeng had cultivated the Immortal Sutra and had become an immortal, Quan Lao was pleasantly surprised.

"Immortals, immortal-level exercises, I've only heard of them in legends, but I've never heard of anyone who has cultivated, you're really lucky!" Quan Lao sighed, "In ancient times, there were immortals in the human race and the demon world, and the abilities of those immortals were many times stronger than those of the demon monks. But for nearly a thousand years, I have never heard of the existence of immortals. But the strength of the immortals is beyond doubt, they are the existence at the top of the pyramid above the demon monks, if you can become a real immortal saint, not to mention that you can be invincible in the demon world, it is in the entire three worlds of people, demons, and demons, it is an invincible existence!" Quan Lao was so excited that his eyebrows fluttered.

"The Three Realms of Demons and Demons are invincible, so wouldn't it be possible to return to the Mangchuan Continent to visit their relatives?" Mu Zifeng's mood was also extremely excited, and his willingness to cultivate the Immortal Sutra was even stronger.

"What is your strength now?" asked Elder Quan.

"Against the Great Magician, if you use the blessing of the Wind Bead, you can kill it in seconds. Mu Zifeng spoke proudly.

"Kill the fifth-order great magician in seconds?" Quan Lao didn't say anything for a long time, this is too against the sky, in Quan Lao's impression, Mu Zifeng can reach the strength of a first-order magician, but he can kill a fifth-order great magician in seconds, a seventeen-year-old child, he has such a strength against the sky, and he should be focused on cultivating in any sect, a casual cultivation, more than a year, he has cultivated like this, compared with Mu Zifeng, those cultivation madmen and demons in ancient times are not scum, do you dare to call yourself a demon and a leader?!

Mu Zifeng told Quan Lao about the process of fighting with Huang Li Chengku again, and Quan Lao listened and stretched his neck.

He didn't know what to say anymore.

"Elder Quan, what kind of organization is that lord?" Mu Zifeng asked the question he had been eager to know.