To refine the Divine Soup, three hundred-year-old elixirs are needed, and Wang Muke is in pain, but when he thinks of being able to get the inheritance of the ancient monks, these spirit stones are just spent. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Taking out the immortal pot on his waist, Wang Mu pointed at the spiritual recipe, and the three elixirs and several auxiliary medicines in the pot turned into a pot of spiritual soup in a cloud of purple mist!

"Goo!" Wang Mu packed the shocking soup in three jade bottles, and then drank one bottle with his head high.

"Old pot, this amazing soup doesn't have any taste, will it really be useful later?" Wang Mu muttered with some disbelief.

"You just have to do it, and you'll have to tell me what's in this inheritance black jade later!" the pot elder urged directly.

Wang Mu nodded, and then leaned out his spiritual sense and walked towards the triangular black jade.

Unexpectedly, Wang Mu felt as if a thin veil had been pierced, and then after a whirlwind, he came to a gray world.

This experience was very peculiar, Wang Mu couldn't touch anything when he reached out, but he felt that he could even see through this gray mist world.

The sky and the earth here are dark and boundless, with almost no other colors, and even some plants are black.

Wang Mu wandered around for a while, and suddenly a tall black shadow appeared in the ground in front of him.

This strange man was nine feet tall, with thick and strong limbs, and after revealing his figure, Wang Mu saw that he was actually covered with a layer of dark scale armor.

His eyes were like a thunderbolt in the night, Wang Mu was watched by him, and his whole mind couldn't move half a step in an instant.

The tall strange man walked in front of Wang Mu, and then sat or lay on the spot, or turned on his back or over, after a set of nine actions was completed, the strange man directly grabbed a handful of black soil on the ground and swallowed it directly!

But eating soil is the first step!

And then to those weird plants, black ores, nameless black bugs...... The tall monster repeated that action every time he swallowed it, until finally the monster slammed his fists on the ground, and then screamed at the sky!

"Ahh

Wang Mu only felt a splitting headache in the roar of this strange man, but in an instant, a layer of purple air film emerged and wrapped him inside, and this mysterious purple air film was the miraculous effect of the Amazing Soup!

The strange man glanced at Wang Mu, his deep eyes seemed to see through everything, and seeing that Wang Mu seemed to withstand his whistling, the strange man slowly bowed his head, and his lips moved slightly.

A strange syllable came into Wang Mu's ears, although he couldn't hear it very clearly, but he could still understand the faintly repeated words inside:

"Swallow the ground!"

"Devouring the sky!"

......

After a long time, Wang Mu suddenly opened his eyes, and at this time, the tall strange man had disappeared, but before this dark world dissipated, a black strange text came into Wang Mu's mind.

"Brahma Holy Demon Skill!"

The thunderous sound came into his ears, and Wang Mu woke up with a shock.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Wang Mu's strange expression, the old man asked with concern.

"It's okay!" Wang Mu said lightly wiping the fine sweat from his forehead.

"This shocking soup is really useful, I was almost blown out of the sky by a strange roar in it!" Wang Mu looked at the remaining two bottles of shocking soup in front of the table and smiled.

"That's nature!" the pot elder snorted and asked casually, "Tell me, what did you see in it?"

Wang Mu was stunned, and suddenly asked: "Old Pot, have you heard of the Holy Demon Skill?"

"I haven't heard of it!" I didn't expect the old man to answer very simply this time.

"The Brahman Sage Demon Skill, at first glance, it is the Demon Dao Technique, it seems that you are unlucky, the inheritance of this ancient monk should be an experience!" the old man sighed.

"Experience?" Wang Mu wondered.

"Ancient Monk, even if it is a Demon Dao Monk, his inheritance is also a rare treasure, and it will be beneficial for you to break through the bottleneck in the future if you have just undergone its test...... At least the most direct point, if you meet a high-ranking monk, you won't be directly intimidated by their natural coercion, do you understand?"

"Coercion?" Wang Mu asked rhetorically, "Is it a kind of spiritual attack by the monk?"

"Almost, for example, you are only at the seventh level of the Quenching Body Realm now, and you can only exert about eighty percent of your strength in front of the Foundation Building Realm monks, but if you are not afraid of the coercion of the Foundation Building Realm monks, you may be able to exert twelve percent of your combat power, do you understand this explanation?" Guo Lao explained very carefully this time.

"Understood!Old Guo, you are really a true cultivator, as long as you are so casual, I will understand everything!" Wang Mu said with a smile and flattery.

"Get out! stop being a sycophant, it's been less than two months before the Taiyi Immortal Gate Conference, you still refine all those elixirs into spiritual liquid, and it's important to improve your cultivation first, this time I'll let you first, and when you cultivate to the Great Perfection of the Quenching Realm, you will double the compensation!"

"Okay!"

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Wang Mu spent most of his body in Fang City this time, and only then did he buy fifty strains of various hundred-year-old elixirs, the remaining seventeen strains of two-hundred-year elixirs, and thirteen strains of three-hundred-year elixirs.

Picking up the immortal cauldron with both hands and rubbing it vigorously, Wang Mu calmed down and refined.

Before, when Wang Mu was at the fifth layer of the Quenching Body Realm, he could only refine two or three pots of spiritual liquid a day, but now that he is already at the seventh layer of the Quenching Body Realm, he can refine five pots of spiritual liquid every day.

Counting the time, a pot of spiritual liquid would use an average of one or two elixirs, and the remaining fifty days would be enough for his own cultivation!

Qi gathering spiritual liquid, this is the first kind that Wang Mu refines.

Although the Qi Gathering Spiritual Liquid is not of much help to Wang Muxiu now, as long as there is still a little effect, he has to take more, so that he can build a more solid foundation in order to be ahead of others.

After a cup of tea, a pot of qi-gathering liquid is freshly baked.

Wang Mu saved the step of filling it in a jade bottle at this time, and directly poured it into his abdomen with a large gulp of the immortal cauldron, and a scorching medicinal power instantly spread to the limbs and hundreds of remains, such a whole pot of qi-gathering spiritual liquid would definitely not be able to refine it if an ordinary Quenching Realm monk took it, but Wang Mu seemed to do this often, and those swelling medicinal powers only made a gurgling sound in his body, and then fell silent.

For some reason, when Wang Mu was taking the spiritual liquid, he unconsciously put on a strange posture in his body, first sitting on the ground, then placing his forehead between his thighs, and then lying on his side with his right leg turned inward, and his left leg raised to the sky......

This set of postures is the first nine movements of the Holy Demon Skill, Wang Mu's posture was very ugly at first, but after some hard work, he found that the effect of the spiritual liquid in his body was much better than expected!

When the second pot of spiritual liquid came down, Wang Mu found that the bottleneck of the eighth layer of the Quenching Body Realm seemed to have loosened a little!

"Come again!"

......

After taking the whole five pots of Qi Gathering Spiritual Liquid, and at the same time, it was also five times that the Brahma Saint Demon Skill was tossed and turned over, and Wang Mu's body finally made a crackling sound!

Call!

Wang Mu's eyes suddenly opened, and he exhaled a breath of turbidity and said, "Finally broke through!"

The eighth layer of the quenching realm, only a little short of the ninth layer, Wang Mu at this time there was a surge of power in his limbs, but unfortunately this was in the inn, he couldn't shoot at will, otherwise he wouldn't even have a place to live.