The auction of the Dettol Chamber of Commerce continued, and in the most luxurious room of the Dettol Merchant Building, a middle-aged man with fair skin was sitting with his eyes squinted. In front of him stood two male cultivators, one was the deacon of the Divine Monarch who had traded with Mo Wuji before, and the other was a bearded old man with a stiff back.

"Master, that person has already left the Delu Mall, and he will have a very top-level escape magic power, there is almost no space fluctuation after escaping, I suspect that it has something to do with the Five Elements Escape Technique, it is very likely to be the Earth Escape Technique. "It was the Divine Monarch monk who spoke.

The old man said, "I can feel the direction of the Rootless Divine Iron, and it is leaving the Dettol Mall at a great speed. ”

The fair-skinned middle-aged man opened his eyes, smiled slightly, and said, "This little guy is very good, he actually has this kind of top-level escape technique, when he arrives at the place, check his heels first." ”

"Huh......" The old man didn't say yes, but was shocked.

"What's going on?" the middle-aged man known as the Guild Master hurriedly asked.

"The mark of the rootless iron is gone, and I can no longer catch the man's position. The old man's face was very ugly, his mark, even the God King could not be removed for a while, but now it was casually hidden by an unknown little mole ant.

The Divine Monarch Monk's face became terrified, and he bowed down and said, "Lord, the mark on my clothes has been left in one place, I suspect that he has lost his clothes, I'll go and see ......."

The leader waved his hand, "Forget it, since he thought of this, there is no point in you going with the past." This is just an accident and does not need to be followed any further. ”

"Yes. Both the old man and the Divine Monarch breathed a sigh of relief.

The Dettol Chamber of Commerce is still a very formal chamber of commerce, and they leave a vague idea on the treasures they bid out, not that they want to chase this thing back, so that the guests will lose their money. It's about wanting to know where the things they're selling go, and only the best things are worth it.

Mo Wuji's Rootless Divine Iron is the top-notch thing, and now that the mark on the Rootless Divine Iron has been erased, the Dew Chamber of Commerce will definitely not investigate or pursue it. Because this matter itself is the fault of the Dettol Chamber of Commerce, the first imprint can be said to be unknown to the Chamber of Commerce, and it was done by the person who sent the photo. If someone had been sent to investigate because of a problem with the imprint, it would have been impossible for the Dettol Chamber of Commerce to get to where it is today.

The Chamber of Commerce, which sells things openly and does it secretly, will be known after a long time, even if it is hidden. Even in a place like Danqian Commercial Building, if you want to take advantage of Mo Wuji, you don't dare to be blatant, and you can only be within the loopholes of the rules.

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Mo Wuji didn't know how many times he had been imprinted, and he didn't know how many times he had been hunted down. Even if it's a god king, don't try to chase him through the divine sigil.

After leaving the Delv Divine City three times, Mo Wuji directly threw away his clothes, and at the same time threw all the things he got from the auction into the Immortal Realm. After nearly an hour of continuous wind movement, Mo Wuji entered the Immortal Realm and spent half a day checking whether there were any marks on his body. After confirming that there were no marks, he burned all his clothes, changed into a clean set of clothes, and turned around and returned to Lingxiao City.

Two days later, Mo Wuji easily returned to his disease-free medical shop.

As soon as he returned to the medical shop, Mo Wuji entered the second floor again and began to retreat to learn the refining of the Five Rank Divine Pill.

Qingjin Heart was promoted to the third-level Divine Flame, and it was really much better when refining the Five-Rank Divine Pill, but after half a month, Mo Wuji still hadn't refined it into a furnace of Divine Pill.

And a small half of the thousands of Divine Spirit Grasses were consumed by Mo Wuji.

Mo Wuji knew that this was a helpless thing, it was not that there was a problem with his Dan Dao, nor was it the relationship between his Dan Furnace and the flame.

This is mainly because his cultivation is still a little worse, and he wants to refine the five-grade divine pill before he is in the realm of cultivating gods. There is also a major reason because of the weakness of the rules of heaven and earth in the Shenlu.

In Shenlu, it is very difficult to advance to the god king, not to mention that Mo Wuji, a nurturing god, wants to refine the five-grade divine pill.

After consuming hundreds of fifth-level spirit grasses again, Mo Wuji slowed down his speed.

His immortal mortal recipe was originally the most suitable for alchemy and refining. What should be done to refine the Five Rank Divine Pill should be perfected, he has basically perfected it, but only when the rules of the Dan Dao are condensed, there will be problems, and every time before becoming a Dan, there is always a little bit missing. If it was his cultivation in the realm of heavenly gods, maybe he would have succeeded a long time ago.

Mo Wuji changed to just refining a furnace of five-grade divine pills every day, and every time he made alchemy, he didn't seek success, but only wanted to catch every detail of the alchemy process.

For any person, even if it is a top-level sect, it is estimated that no one can dare to consume thousands of fifth-level divine spirit grasses like Mo Wuji in just a few months.

The scarcity of the fifth-level Divine Pill King of Shenlu is not only because of the restrictions of the rules of heaven and earth, which makes it difficult to advance to the fifth-level Divine Pill King, but also because of the scarcity of the fifth-level Divine Spirit Grass.

If Mo Wuji hadn't occasionally obtained seven hundred fifth-grade divine spirit grasses at the auction of the Dettol Chamber of Commerce, he probably wouldn't have had the slightest hope of becoming a fifth-grade divine pill king.

"Click!" Once again, the furnace of Yunyan Divine Pill shattered, and a faint smell of Dan burnt came out, but Mo Wuji did not continue to clear the furnace, but picked up a dark red pill with black impurities from the Dan furnace in a daze.

This dark red elixir with impurities was held up by Mo Wuji and placed in front of him, and he didn't continue to take the next step for a long time.

That's right, this is a five-grade Yunyan Divine Pill. It was the only five-grade divine pill he had refined after three months of retreat.

Refining a five-grade divine pill may not mean anything, but Mo Wuji knows very well how this divine pill is refined.

When the Yunyan Divine Pill was about to shatter as before, he tried his own rules with his heart. He no longer relied on the Dao Yun rule Ning Dan between heaven and earth, but through his own mortal rule Ning Dan.

The reason why he didn't try it before was because he always thought that he was just a god, and the rules of the Divine Land could give birth to a god king, or even surpass the existence of a god king. This kind of heaven and earth rules can't condense the Divine Pill, and his mortal rules don't need to be thought about.

He is only a fifth-level god, and the rules of mortal humanity are still very weak. But it was because of this rule that he was sent into the Dan furnace, and as a result, an inferior five-grade divine pill was achieved.

It seemed that the gate had appeared vaguely in front of his eyes again, and when he was planting Qinglu Rice in the Little Lingxiao Sect, he had vaguely caught a kind of avenue that was extremely important to him. It's a pity that the avenue is vague and looming, and he didn't catch it several times, and in the end he could only wait for the opportunity. And today, when he was refining this inferior Five-Rank Yunyan Divine Pill, he saw that door again.

The rules are his own rules.

Mo Wuji pinched this inferior Yunyan Divine Pill with his hand like this, stunned.

One day, two days......

At this moment, Mo Wuji forgot that he was still alchemizing, and forgot that this was just one of his shops. It's just that he always maintains this posture, and he doesn't move as time passes.

A faint aura of Dao rhyme continued to circulate around him, and then condensed.

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"Brother Dump the pot, how long will it take for Brother Mo to come out of retreat?" Chi Chuan couldn't help it after waiting for nearly half a year.

It's not that he can't help it, it's that he feels that his sister can't hold on anymore. Even if the purple sand turned into a decoction for his sister to drink, her sister's life was still gradually dissipating. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, his sister will leave this world completely.

Throwing the pot stretched out his paw and patted Chi Chuan on the shoulder, "Xiao Chuan, you must not be in a hurry. Let me tell you, I haven't been in retreat for many years, and I've only been in retreat for half a year now, so you're in a hurry, so what will you do in the future?"

"But my sister ......"

The pot directly stopped Chi Chuan's words, "Don't worry, you haven't seen the uncle's skills." I have a little brother named Dahuang, he is much more serious than your sister, and the uncle rescued him. ”

Hearing the words of throwing the pot, Chi Chuan was finally relieved. However, if he knew that the predecessor of the Great Wilderness was just an immortal puppet, maybe he would immediately fight with the pot.

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In an inconspicuous small courtyard of the Chixiao Peak of the Lingxiao Divine Sect, a young man looked at the green dew rice in front of him excitedly, and he clenched his fists excitedly.

His Qinglu rice is about to be harvested, and he has never planted Qinglu rice, and he doesn't know what kind of Qinglu rice can be harvested in the end. But the rice on the seven pale golden green dew rice ears has a few pale golden strips, which are obviously high-grade green dew rice. He didn't leave the courtyard for half a month, and he almost saw with his own eyes that the rice on the pale golden ears of rice slowly had some pale gold stripes.

If it was really high-grade Qinglu rice, then he was eager to hand over these Qinglu rice of his own to prove that he had done nothing wrong with Qu Shendan.

He had had enough of it during this time, not enough of anything else, but of the eyes and ridicule of others.

After Master Guangchang came to the Lingxiao Divine Sect, he taught him how to grow good green dew rice for seven days in succession. He and Di Jie went to ask Mo Wuji for advice, Mo Wuji only taught for half a day, oh no, it should be said that he only taught for half an hour.

Even Deacon Chikun, who brought Mo Wuji over, sighed, no matter how strong Mo Wuji is when he grows Qinglu rice, what can he teach in half an hour?

Outside his small courtyard, there were still two deacons of the Lingxiao Divine Sect who were ready to check Qu Shendan's results. According to the regulations of the Lingxiao Divine Sect, no one can set foot in the Qinglu rice field planted by the disciples participating in the competition except for the participating disciples themselves.

So even if they came to check Qu Shendan's results, they could only wait outside.

"Here we go. Qu Shendan first landed next to the pale golden green dew rice grass, and stretched out his hand to pick all the rice ears. Then his hand shook, and grains of pale gold striped green dew rice fell into the jade dustpan he had prepared long ago.

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