Shout!

A brown Danmo flew out from the inverted Dan furnace, Zhang Yuanhao stared at the former, a red flame in his hand, and a cold air shot out in an instant, mixed with Danmo.

"Turn!"

Zhang Yuanhao's spiritual sense controlled Danmo to rotate wildly, transmitting the temperature of the extremely cold water vapor and blazing flames to the inside of Danmo, spreading evenly out.

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In the huge bronze palace, there are treasures piled up into a mountain, and there are pills gathered into a river, but in a dim corner of the main hall, a handsome man dressed in a dark robe, sword eyebrows and starry eyes can be clearly seen sitting on the ground, and a circle of metal ores and magic weapons are placed around him like a star array, the most bizarre thing is that there is an inverted three-legged Dan furnace suspended in front of him, and a pile of high-grade spirit stones full of spiritual energy floats at the bottom of the furnace, and the pure white spirit flame is burning, and the tip of the flame is actually facing downward, as if the magnetic pole has been twisted.

"The last step!"

Zhang Yuanhao's spiritual sense stared closely at the three groups of Dan molds floating in the Dan furnace, and he was a little excited, but he quickly restrained him.

The last step of refining the Dan is the most difficult and critical, and whether it is successful or not depends on this step.

Under the control of Zhang Yuanhao's spiritual sense, three clusters of danmo of different colors and sizes floated to different directions in the furnace, and soon began to boil again under the scorching of the spiritual flame.

Snort!

The Dan liquid boiled, a large number of bubbles bubbled, and the droplets kept jumping and moving, as if they were about to break free.

Success or failure, right now!

Zhang Yuanhao's brows moved, and his spiritual sense manipulated the three boiling medicinal liquids in the furnace to mix together. The three clusters of liquid medicine were like three small snakes, circling and entangled, and then slowly unable to distinguish each other, and gradually merged into one.

"Out!"

The Danmo, which had not yet cooled down, was directly taken out of the Dan furnace by Zhang Yuanhao, and a little frosty water vapor and a red flame immediately enveloped it, enveloping the Danmo.

Whew-

Under the control of the spiritual sense, Danmo spun rapidly, stirring up a strong wind vortex, which actually blew the two water and fire qi that enveloped it alive and spread.

"Give me Ning Dan!"

After maintaining this for half a quarter of an hour, Zhang Yuanhao saw the opportunity, shouted violently, formed a heavy magic seal in his hand, and pressed it towards the Danmo who was wrapped in water and fire, and the Danmo stopped spinning, exploded out of thin air, and scattered in an instant, turning into four or five pills the size of a dragon's eye, which were taken by Zhang Yuanhao in the void and grabbed them all in his hand.

Two of the five pills exuded the fragrance of Mengmengdan, and a layer of aura circulated on its surface, which was extraordinary: the other three were of different colors, and a pungent smell emanated from them, which was disgusting.

"Two out of five pills, it's okay!"

Zhang Yuanhao finally showed a long-lost smile on his face, and some of the fatigue in his expression seemed to be washed away.

After kneading the three waste pills into a ball of medicinal mud, and then burning them with a ball of flames, Zhang Yuanhao carefully stored the two ancient Zhuji pills in a delicate jade bottle, and then stored them in the storage ring.

The reason why there are three waste pills is that Zhang Yuanhao deliberately did it. At his current level, it is impossible to get five Cheng Dan, so he can only get two Cheng Dan by transferring most of the impurities in the Dan mold to the three waste pills in the last step of quenching, and abandoning the car to protect the handsome.

"Two pills may not be enough!"

Zhang Yuanhao touched his chin and thought. He was going to open the furnace to refine a few more Gu Zhuji Dan, and strive for a one-time success in building the foundation.

So, after Zhang Yuanhao rested for a day, he continued to open the furnace to refine three Ancient Zhuji Dan, plus the previous two, and now he has a total of five on his body, which can almost 100% allow him to be promoted to Zhuji.

As soon as he threw his hand, a round Gu Zhu Ji Dan entered Zhang Yuanhao's mouth and went down his throat.

Zhang Yuanhao sat cross-legged, holding his breath and concentrating, his anger sank into the dantian, hugging Yuan Shouyi, and a fiery feeling suddenly rose in his abdomen.

The power of the medicine is starting to kick in!

Zhang Yuanhao hurriedly lifted his spiritual power, and silently recited the mental method of "Burning Mountain Jue" in his mouth, and the spiritual power worked in his body over and over again.

With a bang, a slight sound came from Zhang Yuanhao's body, as if the spring thunder was blooming, the earth was spitting buds, and endless vitality emerged in an instant, and the "Burning Mountain Jue" instantly broke through to the third layer, and countless enlightenments emerged in the sea of his knowledge, but all of them were left behind by him.

His immediate priority now is to break through to the foundation, and he must not be disturbed by these realizations.

As soon as the "Burning Mountain Jue" reached the third layer, it started to operate independently, and a phantom of a lava volcano that was ready to go suddenly floated behind Zhang Yuanhao, as if it was about to erupt, and that strong and domineering explosive force was simply heartbreaking.

Lieshan Town Prison Law!

"Burning Mountain Jue" is a pseudo-mystical method that is automatically mastered when cultivating to the third layer, turning the essence of the whole body into a lava mountain and suppressing one's own body, which can not only defend externally, but also calm the mind.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanhao's limbs and bones, the spiritual power in the endless meridians seemed to be squeezed by a hydraulic press, and the spiritual power that originally filled the body shrank sharply, turning into a drop of liquid weighing like a thousand pounds, flowing in Zhang Yuanhao's meridians like blood, and increasing dramatically with the passage of time.

Liquefaction of spiritual power!

Zhang Yuanhao clenched his teeth, resisting the pain of torn meridians in his body, this process will last for a long time, as long as he survives, the spiritual power in his body will turn into a liquid state, and the spiritual power reserves in his body are equivalent to several times in an instant.

With every drop of spiritual power liquefied, Zhang Yuanhao could feel the extreme pain and tearing sensation in his meridians. At this moment, he was already sweating profusely, and the robe on his body was almost soaked, but he still kept gritting his teeth and persevering, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Not good!"

Zhang Yuanhao's body twitched, and he couldn't help but relax his control over the meridians, and the spiritual power in his body suddenly went retrograde, causing the speed of its liquefaction to slow down significantly, and the fiery medicinal power in his lower abdomen was gradually dissipating.

Failed!

Zhang Yuanhao's expression remained unchanged, his mouth was open, and he immediately swallowed an ancient Zhuji Dan again, and continued to refine the medicinal power.

The liquefaction of the spiritual power in his body continued, but Zhang Yuanhao's eyebrows were slightly relieved, the pain in the meridians was also slightly weakened, and a trace of majestic spiritual power was flickering.

"Whew!"

A mouthful of turbid gas erupted from Zhang Yuanhao's mouth, and then a strong spiritual power fluctuation erupted, and a crimson aura of spiritual power shrouded Zhang Yuanhao's body.

Psionic Shield!

This is the spiritual power that can only be released by the foundation building monk whose spiritual power has been liquefied, and it is also a sign of the foundation building monk.

But Zhang Yuanhao still closed his eyes tightly at the moment, sitting cross-legged in place, a mountain of lava suspended behind him.

He has not yet built the foundation of the Dao, and he is still not a foundation monk.

Only by building a foundation in the dantian, breaking through the limit, and striving for two hundred years of life, can one truly be called a foundation building monk.