Time flies, two thousand years have passed.

Qinglian Continent, Purple Toad Mountain Range, a rudder of Qianlingmen.

In a certain alchemy room, Su Changfeng sat on a red futon, his eyes staring at the red Ding furnace in front of him, there was a golden flame at the bottom of the red Ding furnace, and the room was filled with a strong medicinal fragrance.

After a while, Su Changfeng pinched the magic trick, put away the golden flame, and opened the lid.

He stepped forward and saw that there were twenty-four red pills inside the ding, and each pill had twelve Dan patterns on its surface.

"It's finally a success."

Su Changfeng exhaled lightly, his face beaming.

More than 2,000 years ago, Qianlingmen, Jiuyanzong and the Li family teamed up to deal with the Yin Luo Sect, the Blood Flame Sect and the Qi family.

Among the six major forces, there is only one combined late-stage cultivator, the Imperial Spirit True Monarch, if it weren't for the fact that the great enemy of the human race is a foreign monk, there would be no problem for the Imperial Spirit True Monarch to destroy the three major forces.

Yuan Rui killed three cultivators in the battle, and obtained a sixth-order spiritual flame and gave it to Su Changfeng, who refined the sixth-order spiritual flame, and the alchemy level increased a lot.

A transmission note flew in and floated in front of Su Changfeng.

Su Changfeng flicked his two fingers, and a red light flew out, hitting the transmission note, the transmission note spontaneously combusted, and a man's voice came out: "Master, a monk of the Imperial Spirit Sect has ascended from the Nether, and the disciple has brought him over." ”

"Another Imperial Spirit Sect disciple has ascended!"

Su Changfeng looked delighted.

The monks of the Imperial Spirit Sect ascended to the Spirit Realm, and they spontaneously formed a small group, and Shen Long was the leader of this small group.

Su Changfeng strode out and came to a golden hall, where a burly young man in green shirts and a thin man in gold shirts stood in the hall.

The young man in the green shirt is Lin Qingshan, a disciple of Su Changfeng, who is also an alchemist.

"Disciple Wang Xin, meet Uncle Su."

The golden-shirted man bowed and introduced himself.

Before Su Changfeng flew to the Lingshu Realm, he left a portrait, and Wang Xin had seen Su Changfeng's portrait in the Nether Realm.

"How can it take 2,000 years to ascend to one person? Something happened to the Nether? ”

Su Changfeng frowned and asked.

The last Ascended was more than fifteen hundred years ago, and the time interval was too long.

"On the way to the Qingmei Realm with the Tianyuan Sword, the natal soul lamp suddenly went out, and the Tianyuan Sword was nowhere to be found, and all the accompanying disciples were killed, it is estimated that they encountered a space storm, the disciple was only in the late Yuan Infant period, and he finally entered the stage of transforming into a god, and he cultivated for many years to the middle stage of transforming a god, and before I ascended, there was still a monk in the sect."

Wang Xin reported.

How can there be no wet shoes when standing by the river, the god cultivators of the Imperial Spirit Sect use the Tianyuan Sword to trade in other interfaces, and they have never made mistakes, and if there are many times, it is inevitable that mistakes will occur.

"How many Seven Treasure Glazed Pills are there?"

Su Changfeng asked.

"There are four more, but fortunately, the fruit of the Seven Treasure Glazed Fruit Tree is ripe."

Wang Xin said truthfully.

Before Shen Long flew to the Spirit Pivot Realm, he left behind a lot of Seven Treasure Glazed Pills, and the Imperial Spirit Sect continued to appear with Divine Transformation Cultivators.

There is not much left of the Seven Treasure Glazed Pill, but fortunately, Shen Long left the Seven Treasure Glazed Fruit Tree in the Nether Realm, and in a short period of time, the Imperial Spirit Sect can still appear as a god cultivator.

"Why are there only four?"

Su Changfeng frowned and said.

"Some disciples took the Seven Treasure Colored Glass Pill to impact the Transformation Period, but their physical bodies failed to transform into the Divine Transformation Period, and they failed to impact the Transformation Stage, wasting a lot of Seven Treasure Colored Glass Pills, I have already told them, in five thousand years, there have been no major changes, and our Imperial Spirit Sect can still appear as a Transformation Monk."

Wang Xin said.

"Come back to the altar with me! I'll arrange a good cave house for you. ”

Su Changfeng said.

"Uncle Su, what about Master Shen?"

Wang Xin asked curiously, after so many years, he didn't know Shen Long's cultivation.

"Master is just refining the void period, he has traveled abroad, and he hasn't come back yet, you can return to the main altar with me!"

Su Changfeng said.

"Yes, Uncle Su."

Wang Xin agreed and left with Su Changfeng.

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Qianlei Continent, Chilinfang City.

The streets are crowded with pedestrians and noisy cars.

A three-storey cyan attic with three golden characters written on the plaque.

The door of a certain practice room opened, and Shen Long walked out, his aura was much stronger than before, and he was still in the middle stage of refining.

There is a long distance from the middle stage of refining void to the late stage of refining void, and I didn't enter it so quickly.

He came to the hall and saw Chu Yun reporting to Chu Buyi.

"Husband, you're out of the customs."

Chu Buyun smiled lightly.

"Have you found a suitable place in the Nether?"

Shen Long asked.

"Shen Lang and Chu Yun frequently contacted other Void Refining Cultivators to inquire about this information, and we inquired about several places, one of which was in the Chilin Mountain Range, from where a Divine Transformation Monk once escaped into the Nether Realm with the help of a seventh-order secret talisman."

Chu Buyi said.

"The Avatar Monk has a seventh-order secret talisman? His chances are not small! ”

Shen Long praised.

"Yes! After all, the Qianlei Continent is the place with the richest immortal cultivation resources in the Spirit Pivot Realm, and there are also eighth-order demon beasts. ”

Chu Buyu said with a smile.

"Then let's go! Send the Divine Monk to the Nether, send resources to the Nether, and calculate the time, we have been flying to the Spiritual Realm for more than 5,000 years. ”

Shen Long's face showed a look of reminiscence.

The Qianyang ruler can break through the interface, and they can send the god monks to the lower realm and transport immortal cultivation resources to the monks of the lower realm.

"It just so happens that I sent Shen Lang to buy the corpse of a god-transforming monk, which can perform the secret technique of the divine soul and send him to the lower realm."

Chu Buyi said.

Generally speaking, it is enough to have one doppelganger, and if there are too many doppelgangers, the more difficult it is for the ontology to break through the great realm, this is the consensus, and because of this, Shen Long and Chu Buyi only cultivated one doppelganger.

The "Secret Book of Souls" comes with a secret technique that can attach a wisp of soul to a dead corpse and turn it into a temporary clone, which can cast magical powers and manipulate treasures, which can be regarded as a high-level puppet beast.

"Then let's go over!"

Shen Long said.

They changed their appearance and left their dwellings.

Out of Fang City, Chu Buyu sacrificed a dry fire boat and flew them towards the sky.

Two days later, the boat appeared over a huge valley surrounded by mountains on three sides, and there was a huge lake to the northwest.

"This is it."

Chu Buyu pointed to the giant valley and said, controlling the dry fire boat to land.

Shen Long's sleeves flickered, and thirty-six flags with flashing yellow light flew out, and with a pinch of the magic trick, the flag surface bloomed with dazzling yellow light, submerging into the nearby ground.

He took out a yellow light flashing array disk, punched in several spells, and a large amount of yellow mist poured out from the ground, covering a radius of hundreds of miles.

In this way, Shen Long did not have to worry about being disturbed by other monks, and he could cast spells with peace of mind and send people to the lower realm.

(End of chapter)