Ling Zheng, who was in the ruined Dan Vault of Minglei Mountain, only felt like he had entered a treasure house.

There are a total of three hundred and twelve Qiankun bags in this waste pill warehouse, and each Qiankun bag is full of waste pills, among which there are not only first-grade and second-grade waste pills, but nearly half of the third-grade waste pills that Ling Zheng has always been fascinated by!

How many pills do you have to transform?

Ling Zheng's eyes lit up, and since he entered this Waste Pill Vault, he had been using the Black Ancient Mirror to transform the Waste Pill all the time. After ten days of hard work, all the waste pills in this waste pill library were transformed into high-quality pills by him.

Needless to say, the number of first-grade and second-grade elixirs has climbed to a terrifying number that makes people scare when they hear it. And what really made Ling Zheng care was the three-pin pills that he had transformed for the first time.

Every time the grade of Dan medicine rises, its medicinal power is not at the same level. After Ling Zheng's cultivation advanced to the Foundation Building Realm, the efficiency achieved by swallowing the Second Rank Pill suddenly slowed down, which was also the main reason why he had never been able to touch the threshold of the Foundation Building Realm.

But now, Ling Zheng can not worry about this matter. Because now, he can already swallow the Sanpin Pill to cultivate.

Although the transformation efficiency of the Sanpin Pill is relatively low, on average, only one can be obtained from a hundred waste pills. However, the more than 150 Qiankun bags of third-grade waste pills still allowed Ling Zheng to obtain nearly 40,000 high-quality third-grade pills, and they had various uses.

40,000 third-grade pills, if converted into spirit jade, even if it is the strongest cultivation force in the Lei Ze Domain, such as Ming Lei Mountain, it can be frightened.

With these 40,000 third-grade pills, Ling Zheng was confident that he could swallow the pills all the way to improve his cultivation from the first order of the foundation building realm to the golden pill realm!

The future is simply bright.

Ling Zheng, who was a little excited, carefully put the storage ring that had been completely filled with pills on his hand, and after putting all those Qiankun bags back in place, he carefully pondered what to do next.

Just find a place where birds don't, and quietly pile up their cultivation to the Jindan realm, or continue to travel in this cultivation realm?

Ling Zheng thought about it for a long time, but then remembered that Ning Qianhe had told him that while improving his cultivation, he must not forget the improvement of his soul power. If you don't pay attention to the cultivation of soul power, when you impact a higher realm in the future, the strength of this soul power will determine whether you can successfully advance at a large level.

Ling Zheng didn't know which book Ning Qianhe knew these things from, but until now, there has not been a single time when what Ning Qianhe said has not been fulfilled. Ling Zheng naturally thought so.

And if you want to quickly improve your soul power, with Ling Zheng's conditions, the Burning Pill Shaping Spirit**, which has an extremely terrifying consumption of pills, is the best choice.

At the beginning, Ling Zheng asked Ning Qianhe if he used the Burning Pill Shaping Spirit for the second time, Ning Qianhe gave a number that made him almost faint: at least 500,000 second-grade pills.

But now, Ling Zheng counted the amount of his pills, and felt that it seemed feasible.

Anyway, in the future, the pills he consumed have jumped to three grades, one grade and two grades, in Ling Zheng's eyes, there is no other use except for changing the spirit jade to buy things and taking up space.

Human beings are very complex animals, and after having a better choice, the original choice is naturally not eye-catching.

Ling Zheng is naturally not exempt from vulgarity.

In addition to the terrifying consumption of the pill, the Burning Pill Shaping Spirit** is still very effective in improving the soul power. Thinking back to the last time he burned the Pill Shaping Spirit**, Ling Zheng not only raised his soul power to the Imperial Micro level, but even his cultivation was broken through two orders in a row, directly from the eighth order of the Spirit Condensation Realm all the way to the Great Perfection of the Spirit Condensing Realm.

Ling Zheng didn't know that the reason why the effect was extremely effective that time was because the red-eyed monster in the depths of the burning fire crypt was helping him. Therefore, he has great expectations for this time.

Ling Zheng did what he said, carefully observed the surrounding environment, and used the Xuanwen pen to lay out a few formations around him, and immediately started.

He moved all the wooden shelves of the waste Danku to the side, and then set up a two-zhang square spirit gathering formation around him, plus a barrier formation.

After that, Ling Zheng began to pour out all the first-grade pills and second-grade pills in the storage ring that had just been transformed, leaving only a few special-purpose pills.

Soon, the pills that Ling Zheng took out of the storage ring were almost piled up on the roof, and the first-grade and second-grade pills in the storage ring were almost poured clean.

The number of these pills has far exceeded the 500,000 pills required for the second burning of the pill sculpting spirit**. Let this waste pill library have been completely filled with the white light of the first-grade pill and the blue light of the second-grade pill.

After taking a deep breath, Ling Zheng, who was completely buried in the elixir, began to urge the true fire in the True Yuan Dharma Ball in the Dantian.

"Poof!"

With a soft sound, a crystal clear flame burst out from Ling Zheng's fingers, and the flame flowed with a faint white light, like a liquid crystal in the form of a flame, which was extremely magnificent.

Immediately after, the elixir that was touched by the crystal clear true fire began to burn wildly, and the flames burned more and more, and soon, the barrier formation laid by Ling Zheng turned into a pillar of fire with a diameter of two zhang.

Ling Zheng, who was coiled in the center of this pillar of fire, experienced a pain that was more intense than the first time he suffered the Burning Pill Shaping Spirit**, he felt that the constantly swollen head seemed to be about to explode at any time, and there seemed to be countless steel needles in his head that were constantly piercing, and the pain made him yell uncontrollably.

However, strictly speaking, this kind of burning pill sculpting spirit ** is simply a strange method against the sky, and if you want to successfully achieve the desired effect, you must keep your mind clear at all times. Ling Zheng didn't want to faint, but he didn't dare, and he was reluctant to faint.

Because as long as he loses consciousness, all the pills he paid will be in vain.

I don't know how long it took, when Ling Zheng had gradually gotten used to the deadly stinging pain in his head, he suddenly felt a cool feeling in his head, and the whole person seemed to have entered a state of mystical emptiness.

Vaguely, Ling Zheng's eyes seemed to have a huge portal, and on the closed portal, there were dense patterns of various colors, which were extremely mysterious.

He subconsciously wanted to reach out and push the door open, but he felt a pain that was more than ten times more intense than the previous burning pill sculpting spirit**.

He just felt that this scene seemed like it had appeared before, and the next moment, Ling Zheng opened his eyes suddenly.

The moment his vision returned to clarity, Ling Zheng was almost choked to death by the black ash that released a strange smell around him. He knew that this was the residue of the elixir's burning fire, so he jerked to his feet, sprang out of the residue that barely reached the top of his head, and took a big breath of fresh air.

The effect of burning pill sculpting spirit ** is self-evident, Ling Zheng looked at the sky, and found that it was only more than an hour of kung fu, and his soul power jumped all the way from the initial level of the imperial micro level to the high level of the imperial micro level, according to Zhao Yanran and Ning Qianhe, this has far exceeded the ordinary Jindan realm cultivators.

The only fly in the ointment was that Ling Zheng's cultivation had only improved a little, and he had just touched the threshold of the second order of the foundation building realm.

"The effect doesn't seem to be as good as the last time, but the soul power has increased so much all of a sudden, I should be content. Ling Zheng muttered as he cleaned up the black ash around him.

After cleaning up the scene, Ling Zheng, who had just wanted to swallow the third-grade pill for cultivation, suddenly felt that the formation prohibition was touched, so he hurriedly took out six second-grade pills, and cast the Phantom Thousand Transformation Technique to transform into the appearance of Zhao Chun.

"Knock knock!"

There was a knock on the door, and the disciple of Minglei Mountain, who was guarding the Waste Danku, asked softly outside the door: "Elder Zhao, I just took charge of the sect and sent an order, asking you to hurry up and go to Minglei Peak, saying that there is something important to assign." The deacon of Ming Lei Feng was already waiting at the door. ”

Ling Zheng frowned, and said lightly, "Got it." ”

"Could it be that Wang Zhongyu's old Wang Ba found out that something was wrong?" Ling Zheng was puzzled, and after cleaning up the waste Danku, he tidied up his clothes, recalled Zhao Chun's demeanor and tone of voice, pushed the door and walked out.

The deacon who was sent by Wang Zhongyu to find Zhao Chun saw Ling Zheng coming out, so he took Ling Zheng to Naming Lei Peak. During this time, the deacon said in a low voice, "Elder Zhao, you must pay attention to what you say later. ”

Ling Zheng was a little strange: "What do you mean by this?"

Seeing that there was no one around, the deacon whispered: "Since the head of the sect came back from Qionghuatai, he has become more and more moody. Although he has been recuperating from his injuries, there have been eight maids and deacons who have died under the hands of the sect leader in the past few days. Now up and down this Minglei Peak, people are panicking. ”

Ling Zheng didn't know how much pain his empty remnant mark had brought to Wang Zhongyu, the head of Minglei Mountain, and he hadn't figured this out yet, but he was just wondering who had injured Wang Zhongyu.

"Elder Zhao, it seems that the Sect Master has something important for you to do today, and most of it is not a good thing, you must be careful. ”

The deacon kindly reminded Ling Zheng and stepped onto the teleportation array platform of Minglei Peak, and with a flash of light, he appeared on the top of Minglei Peak.

The hall where Wang Zhongyu lives looks magnificent and luxurious, but because there is no life, it looks very gloomy, especially at night, this gloom is even more obvious.

Ling Zheng followed the deacon into the main hall of the Ming Lei Peak Sect, and as soon as he entered the dormitory where Wang Zhongyu lived, he saw the corpse of a bewitching woman with a broken neck, her clothes raged and collapsed under the white jade bed.

Wang Zhongyu seemed to be enduring great pain, and Ling Zheng could hear his cold breath from afar.

The deacon who brought Ling Zheng here said softly, "Sect Leader, Elder Zhao is here." ”

Wang Zhongyu's voice was quite soothing: "Well, you go down, Zhao Chun, you come closer." ”

The deacon gave Ling Zheng a "take care" look and left the dormitory quickly.

After the deacon left, before Ling Zheng could speak, Wang Zhongyu said, "Come and help my father take a look at the injury." ”

Father?!

Ling Zheng's brows jumped, Zhao Chun, who had changed his feelings, turned out to be the son of this Wang Zhongyu?

Ling Zheng didn't speak, took a deep breath, and reached out to lift the curtain in front of Bai Yu's bed.

Just glanced at Wang Zhongyu, Ling Zheng took a breath of cold air, and his face was incredulous.