Although the elders in the sect did not show up much, under the maintenance of the foundation building heads of the previous dynasties, the Yuqing Sect naturally had its own set of process specifications to deal with this kind of change, so after asking in detail about the details of the matter of the Blood Demon Altar, Yunqiu Daoren waved his hand to let Fang Nan and the others retreat, and then gathered with the rest of the foundation building stewards in the Cangsong Pavilion and began to discuss the aftermath of this incident. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Not to mention anything else, Li Qingshan, the master of the Taiqing Taoist Temple, was replaced by someone and conveyed false news, the Yuqing Sect naturally had to inform the upper echelons of the Taoist Temple, and the old nest left by the Blood Demon Altar outside Sangzi City also needed to send high-level monks to investigate one or two.

As for the identity and practice of Ji Ziya, the master of the Blood Demon Altar, as well as the various connections that may be related to the ancient demons who were in the immortal realm in ancient times, it is estimated that the old monsters of the Yuqing Sect who have been in retreat all year round will be moved, and it may even alarm the existence of the Yuan Infant Stage.

Of course, in the final analysis, these things had nothing to do with Fang Nan and them, plus the sky was getting darker and the moonlight was climbing the branches, so a few people naturally had no interest in continuing to stay and listen, and as soon as they came out of Cangsong Pavilion, they went to their own residences separately.

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There was nothing to say all night, when the morning light fell on the bed through the window paper, Fang Nan, who had been recuperating on his knees all night, slowly opened his eyes, looked up at the sky, and gently patted the storage bag on his waist.

After the glow rolled up, the bed in front of him was suddenly covered with a bunch of various things.

"One top-grade magic weapon, six or seven high-level magic weapons, and more than ten middle-level magic weapons...... After a little counting, the corners of Fang Nan's mouth also showed a little relief, and he lowered his head and muttered for a while, and after roughly testing one or two, he quickly made a decision about whether to leave these things.

Among so many trophies, the power of Long Yan's top-grade flying sword was comparable to that of ordinary rune treasures, Fang Nan, who had seen it before, was quite envious, and naturally wanted to keep it for his own use, and among those high-level magic weapons, the red broadsword itself could be used as a flying magic weapon, and its value was almost not below that of the best magic weapons, Fang Nan also decided to leave it without thinking.

Speaking of which, the flying magic weapon that Fang Nan is using now is only the Qingling Boat that he bought in Nantang Zhoufang City back then, and with the continuous growth of his cultivation, this Spirit Boat, which has been used for many years, has begun to become less and less useful, and it must be replaced.

In addition, Fang Nan also took a fancy to a pale yellow bronze mirror among the remaining high-level magic weapons.

This mirror looks plain and impermanent, but it is a very practical defensive magic weapon, as long as it is injected with mana in advance, it can fly out according to its mind at any time when it encounters an enemy, turning into a thick pale yellow light curtain, enveloping the monk, plus the small and light size, Fang Nan only thought about it for a while, and left it by his side.

As for the rest of the magic weapons, Fang Nan is a little chicken, after all, the strength of the fighting methods between the monks has little to do with the number of magic weapons, there are many magic weapons that cannot be called killers, but they are a little in the way, so Fang Nan plans to find a time to go to the nearby Fang Market and sell all these magic weapons.

If it goes well, so many magic weapons are enough to exchange for a few thousand spirit stones, and if there is a Zhuji Dan flowing out of the black market, Fang Nan will already have enough capital to participate in the auction competition.

"Tsukidan ......"

Thinking of this, Fang Nan's eyes suddenly moved slightly, and he immediately gently patted the storage bag, and a crimson wooden box suddenly appeared in his hand.

Slowly opening the wooden box, on a pale cyan soft cloth, there was a huge elixir the size of half a fist, the whole body was pale yellow, and it shone with a slightly dim luster in the morning light.

It was Fang Nan who exchanged an ice spirit stone from Mo Yuning for the incomplete Zhuji Dan.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that after the exchange, when it really came in handy, a full decade had passed. ”

Looking at this Tsukidan, a hint of self-deprecation flashed in the corner of Fang Nan's eyes, and after muttering a few words, he took it out of the wooden box.

Due to the fact that only four or five percent of the medicinal power remained, this Zhuji Dan Fang Nan would never be used when breaking through the bottleneck of foundation building and condensing qi into liquid, and in fact, he originally planned to rely on this Zhuji Dan to quickly achieve the consummation of qi refining after he stabilized the realm of the twelfth layer of qi refining, but because of the Liu family's acquisition of the trapping talisman, it was delayed again and again to participate in the sect's foreign faction, and he has not swallowed it until now.

After squinting slightly, staring at Zhuji Dan and muttering for a while, Fang Nan finally made up his mind, and let out a long cloud of turbid qi in his chest, then closed his eyes slightly, calmed his breath, and put the pill into his mouth without the slightest hesitation.

Buzzing!

The elixir melted in his mouth, and immediately turned into a warm current, spreading down along Fang Nan's throat, and in an instant, it filled Fang Nan's entire dantian, and spread towards the limbs and hundreds of remains, and the words flowed wantonly in all the meridians of his body. The medicinal power diverged extremely quickly, feeling the warm current surging in the dantian, Fang Nan didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly closed his eyes tightly, and began to refine the amazing medicinal power contained in this Zhuji Dan.

For a while, there was silence in the room, only the sound of Fang Nan's long breath sounded rhythmically in this leisurely morning light.

Before you know it, the sun outside the window is getting higher and higher, and in a blink of an eye, it is noon.

And with the passage of time, Fang Nan's back began to have a faint white mist steaming, swirling around his body, in the white mist, a red like a drop of blood, suddenly appeared on Fang Nan's neck, and then gradually climbed up his cheeks, after half a cup of tea, Fang Nan's whole face was already flushed, and from time to time from his sideburns, hot sweat dripped down.

After a stick of incense, Fang Nan suddenly snorted, and then bent down with a painful look on his face, and a thin wisp of blood quietly overflowed from the corner of his mouth, but it immediately dried in the steaming white mist, and disappeared without a trace.

However, the severe pain caused by the dissolution of the medicinal power did not decrease in the slightest with the disappearance of the bloodstains, Fang Nan only felt that the meridians up and down his body were like cooking in a boiling oil pot at this moment, and a strange feeling of pain and itching filled every corner, pressing tightly on his heart, making Fang Nan in a trance for a while, and he couldn't wait to stop the exercises immediately and go outside the room to take a breath.

In this way, it was not until the sky gradually darkened that this extremely unbearable itching pain dissipated like a tide, and the somewhat disordered aura in Fang Nan's meridians gradually returned to normal, and the blood-red color on his face began to slowly fade.