Han Shi slowly recovered his mind and opened his eyes, his Yuan Dan was not the usual gold, but cyan, which did not match the record in the classics of Xuanyangmen.

It's just that there are exceptions to everything, there is a miscellaneous book, there is a special record about the color variation of Yuan Dan, among the ten thousand people, 9,999 people are golden, of which Ming gold is the most common, accounting for about seventy percent, light gold is less, accounting for about two and a half, the monks who form this color Yuan Dan are often more excellent, cultivation is extraordinary, in their respective sects, will occupy a relatively high position.

And the remaining half of the percent, will show a dark gold, this color of the Yuan Dan, extremely rare, the people who have it, most of them are people with a very high status in the future, and this kind of monk, no accident, cultivation will be limitless.

According to the miscellaneous records, most of the people who possessed the Dark Golden Yuan Pill later became infant monks, except for a very few who died in accidents, at least they also became spiritual monks, and the highest one later reached the Mahayana of the three realms of the vehicle.

Mahayana monks, even if they are placed in the entire Northern Xuanxing, are only a handful, belonging to the top few people, with strong power and cultivation, and the power is tilted to one side.

Among the ten thousand people, it is not the golden one, but also the most special one, not that special will bring any special luck, in the record, for countless years, there are four colors: black, white, purple and blue.

These four kinds of Yuandan monks have a common characteristic, that is, in the Yuandan realm, they are extremely strong and invincible, but when they hit the Yuanying realm, they all died in the heavenly tribulation, as if there was a force in the underworld, and they didn't want such monks to grow up.

A ghostly light flashed in Han Shi's eyes, so it seems that the cyan of his Yuan Dan is the fifth color, which is not yet in the record, and the four Yuan Dan monks who died in the Heavenly Tribulation are also different from gold, but all this does not represent his fate, and it will be the same.

He never believed in fate.

Han Shi's gaze fell on Qingdan, and a strange feeling rose in his heart.

It seems that it is not a Yuan Dan, but a cyan egg, in which something is being bred, and the moment it is born, it is the time to amaze the world.

This matter is still far away, don't think about it for the time being, and now, before he can stop, Han Shi slowly got up, ran Qingdan, and felt the death air that permeated the surroundings again, Han Shi's face was calm, and he did not walk down, but sat down cross-legged again, to consolidate the cultivation of the early stage of Yuan Dan.

Feeling the continuous rise of Han Shi's breath until he broke through, the middle-aged man in black stood outside the hall, and his eyes showed surprise, "It is a blessed person who can marry Dan White Bone Mountain." ”

The black-faced man always sat on the top of the Golden Mountain, not paying the slightest attention to Han Shi's knotting, and still meditating on his own, his hands kept playing peculiar formulas, and there were words in his mouth, but the voice was so small that it was impossible to hear what he was saying.

A few days passed in a hurry, Han Shi let out a sigh of relief and opened his eyes, and at this moment, the black-faced man on the opposite Jinshan also opened his eyes at the same time, nodded slightly at Han Shi.

"Old man Nangong Jiuyun, I don't know what Xiaoyou is called?"

"In Xia Han Shi, I don't know what advice does the predecessor have?" Han Shi's face was calm, and he arched his hand slightly, and he also used the technique of transmitting sound into the secret.

"Han Shi Xiaoyou, you and I have strayed into this place, and the current situation, you must have been very clear, although the old man has the cultivation of the spirit period, but it is not as strong as the black-clothed middle-aged man who is transformed by the black dragon, this person is strong, the old man usually only sees, killing you and me, only in the palm of the hand, if you can't find the token, you and I will inevitably become a member of the White Bone Mountain, but if you want to find the token in this hall, it is like looking for a needle in a haystack, and there is almost no possibility of success. ”

"I can't imagine that the old man has been cultivating for thousands of years, and today he will die here, I have a thing, which is the ancestral thing of my Nangong family, if Xiaoyou is lucky, you can leave here, I hope Xiaoyou can bring this thing back to Nangong's house, the ancestor of the clan sees this thing, there will inevitably be a heavy gift to Xiaoyou, if Xiaoyou is like me, sleep here, then this matter is stopped, and I hope that Xiaoyou will complete his wish for a dying person. ”

"And the old man before he died, he could meet Han Shi Xiaoyou, it was fate, the old man many years ago, once obtained a pot, there are several seals in this pot, the old man just opened a heavy, it is already extraordinary, if the seal can be completely lifted, the power of this pot, the old man can not imagine, now, the old man will give this pot to Xiaoyou, to show sincerity. ”

After that, Nangong Jiuyun slapped the storage bag, and a small pot slowly flew out of it, suspended in mid-air, with a restrained glow.

Although this pot is small, there are many characters engraved on it, just like nature, the style of this character, and the stone inscription has something in common, but it is not the same, the body of the pot has no handle, there is only one spout, it is sealed by a lid, the body is up and down, there is no breath leaking out, like a mortal product.

Nangong Jiuyun's right palm was sent slightly, and the body of the pot slowly floated towards Han Shi, "This pot is nameless, but the old man has observed for many years, and there is already spirituality in the pot, I hope that Han Shi Xiaoyou can treat this pot well in the future." ”

Nangong Jiuyun's voice was flat, but there was a sense of reluctance in it, "The old man has erased the imprint of essence blood, this pot is an ownerless thing, and Xiaoyou can control this pot by dripping his own essence blood." ”

The small pot floated in front of Han Shi, who looked at the body of the pot with a calm face.

At that time, on the nineteenth peak, I saw this person controlling the small pot, playing a trick of the yellow finch behind, this person is scheming, not what appears on the surface now, there must be a mystery in this pot that he can't see, the current situation, the wolf and the tiger, one wrong step, will be doomed.

This pot, can't refuse, and don't want to refuse, no matter what conspiracy this person has, in the face of absolute strength, there will be nothing to hide, no matter how strong this small pot is, it can't be stronger than Graystone, now, he has to gamble again, he can use the power of Graystone.

Now he is still like an eagle, and he has not yet spread his wings, so he will lie dormant, silently accumulate strength, and wait for the day when he will soar into the sky.

And this person's scheming, I'm afraid it's in vain, Han Shi sneered in his heart, but his face was still calm, from the outside, there was no trace of waves in his eyes, and he looked extremely calm.

"This pot is extremely valuable, given by the predecessors under it, I dare not resign, but in the next, I'm afraid there is no such good luck, if you are also buried here, under the nine springs, I hope that the predecessors will not blame you for losing faith in the next. ”

Nangong Jiuyun smiled indifferently, with a wave of his sleeves, a white light shot towards Han Shi, and when he approached Han Shi, he slowly stopped, and the white light slowly dissipated, revealing what was inside, and a painting scroll was suspended in mid-air, revealing a hazy light.

"This is the ancestral thing of my Nangong family, there is no magic hidden in this painting, for the monk, it can be described as chicken ribs, I believe that Xiaoyou will not be greedy for this thing, but this painting is handed down by the ancestors of the Nangong family, and the mystery is only useful to the people of the Nangong family. ”

"If Xiaoyou can escape, please send this painting back to the Nangong family, Nangong Jiuyun is here, thank Xiaoyou in advance. ”