In the past three years, Yang Quan has experienced many dangers and worked hard to gather the capital of the second knot.

In this world of cultivating immortals, it is probably just himself, relying on himself to obtain so many resources before forming a pill, if others are cultivating step by step, it is difficult for them to have a second chance to form a pill.

"It's been almost three years, if Qianqian has been practicing, the spirit stone and other immortal cultivation resources must be almost used, I hurry up and go back to retreat and tie the pill..."

The journey back was very fast, it only took two months, Yang Quan returned to the location of the cave mansion before he went, and the moment he saw the cave mansion, Yang Quan's heart sank to the bottom, and his eyes were about to erupt into flames.

A huge footprint was placed there, and all the rocks that had originally built the cave were shattered and turned into ruins.

"These footprints... Qianqian..."

Yang Quan's face sank like water, his fists clenched and almost oozing blood, he landed on those scattered rocks, took a deep breath to suppress his anger, and scanned it with his divine sense.

After a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief, there were no suspected human remains in it, this ruin looked like it was not a short time, it was estimated to be a year or two, and the huge footprint was a clear indication of what had happened.

"Desolate..."

Yang Quan muttered, and then began to rummage through the ruins, there were some traces of battle around, which were left when someone broke the formation, which showed that Luo Qianqian had time to leave something, he had a special set of communication methods with his apprentice, Qianqian should leave some information, he firmly believed.

He used his mana and physical body to try his best to find information in the ruins, and this piece of mountain and rock was collapsed and broken into pieces of different sizes, Yang Quan could only look for it little by little, and the agreement was that he could not use mana to leave information, because it would be easy for immortal cultivators to notice.

"Boom!"

A large piece of mountain stone was lifted away by Yang Quan, and the strength of his physical body was extremely high, as long as it was not too big, he could use the strength of his physical body to lift it.

One by one, the rocks were cleaned out by Yang Quan, and after making sure that there was no character information on them, they were thrown into the distance.

For a day and a night, Yang Quan didn't find any information, his face became more and more gloomy, and most of the ruins had been cleaned up, could it be that Qianqian didn't have time to leave a message at that time?

"Bang!"

A stone table was opened, Yang Quan raised his eyebrows, and found words under the stone table, a kind of text that only he and Qianqian could recognize in this world, Chinese characters.

"Master, the desolate man suddenly found here, the person leading the team is Xishui, the desolate patriarch you once helped, they are so fierce, the guardian formation is about to be unable to hold on... Master, if this is my last word, I hate you... The stream said outside that it wouldn't hurt me, but I didn't believe it, and the few desolate people who came with him all looked like they wanted to eat me alive..."

"Master, the formation will be broken soon... Don't come to me, there are many masters among the desolate, and you won't be an opponent if you get married... I want to write more, I want to say a lot to you... But there's no time, the formation is broken..."

Yang Quan's face was like stagnant water, almost black and purple, and he couldn't stop trembling, not scared, but angry. On the desktop where these words were engraved, Yang Quan put the storage ring into it, and suddenly got up and looked in one direction.

He remembered the tribe of the stream, which was in that direction.

"Good, good, good..."

Yang Quan said hello three times in a row, and then gritted his teeth and said, "This matter is not over... Desolate... If Qianqian is not harmed, I will only kill the few desolate people who took Qianqian, if Qianqian is harmed, or killed by you, then you desolate people... Don't exist!"

He had a communication jade slip in his hand, but after trying it, he found that the other jade slip that matched it had been shattered, and now he didn't even know how to find the apprentice.

The broken formations on the ruins were all taken away, and everything with aura was not left, Yang Quan's eyes were cold, and he looked around, digging a cave in another place, preparing to tie the pill.

"Qianqian, you want to live..."

In the extremely simple cave mansion, Yang Quan hurriedly arranged a simple formation, and after some prohibitions, he began to sit cross-legged on the ground, condensing the mana of his whole body and entering the dantian.

The mana in his body is like a tide, when he gathers towards the dantian, it is like a river rushing, and the momentum is like a rainbow surging, this movement is far stronger than when others are knotting, most people are knotting, the mana in the meridians flows, like a murmuring stream, and there is no comparison with his huge mana.

He is almost eighty years old, according to the longevity of the foundation building period, he has already passed the half-life, and there will be some hindrance when he knots the pill, but the strange thing is that he did not find the half-life obstacle at this time, only the aura of the various exercises clashes together, and it is just that it is difficult to fuse.

The huge mana in the body gathered at the dantian, forming an internal rotation and began to rotate, and under the suppression of his divine sense, it began to squeeze inward a little bit, this process is very dangerous, the power contained in the liquid mana, once it is completely detonated, it can definitely make people crush their bones, and there are no bones left.

Yang Quan's heart was full of anger, and he failed to condense inward several times, and the mana recoil caused him a small injury in his flesh, and he slammed the ground in anger.

"Humph!"

The mountain stone cracked, Yang Quan covered his face and tried to calm down: "Don't worry, don't worry... Yang Quan... Don't worry... If you blow up when you get married, how can you save people... Or revenge... Don't worry... Calm down..."

A quarter of an hour later, Yang Quan's face was silent, he completely calmed down, and started this step again, gathering all the mana of his body towards the dantian, like hundreds of rivers roaring together, and the sound of the mana gathering in his body was breathtaking.

The mana gathered in the dantian again, forming a vortex and collapsing inward, and Yang Quan used his divine sense to forcibly suppress the different aura, forcing them to coalesce.

This is an extremely difficult process, Yang Quan's divine sense is far superior to the same level at this time, the sharpening of his divine consciousness by the Demon Refining Divine Technique, at this time comes in handy, for those different breaths, his divine sense is very powerful to deal with...

After an hour passed, the mana in his body was a little less, and a little golden birth was born in the center of the whirlpool, such a move consumed the power of the divine consciousness too much, in order to suppress those different breaths, Yang Quan's divine consciousness made a huge effort, and he was extremely tired...

"Gotta hold on... I used so much death to train my senses, just for this moment..."

"Aren't you afraid of death, are you afraid of these different breaths?!"

Yang Quan's eyebrows and heart beat frequently, it was a manifestation of the divine consciousness doing its best, the golden dots at the dantian were expanding, and the liquid mana was gradually decreasing...

Hour after hour, the Divine Consciousness was under tremendous pressure, and as early as the first hour, the Divine Consciousness rushed to fatigue, and this fatigue lasted for more than a dozen hours!

At this time, most of the liquid mana was gathered into the prototype of Jindan, and only about thirty percent of the mana was left, and it continued with Yang Quan's efforts.

He seemed to be extremely sleepy, his upper body swayed, as if he was about to fall, but he leaned down, and the next second he immediately straightened up, his consciousness was too tired, as if he could fall into a deep sleep at any time...

What happens if the consciousness is used too much? Naturally, it will fall into a deep sleep, and if it is used more excessively, it will even cause permanent damage, and it is very likely that some memories will be lost!!

Two days later, Yang Quan's dantian was left with less than one percent of mana, and it was not integrated into the dantian, and the ability of the divine sense to gather mana became weaker and weaker...

"How can you give up at this time... Qianqian... The master will not give up, and the desolate must pay for their actions... I'll save you... You have to do everything you can to live... You're the only one by my side..."