A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

The door to the alchemy room remained closed for three years.

One day three years later, when Han Li walked out calmly, the demon elixirs had turned into various rare elixirs.

In the first two years, Han Li naturally spent all his time refining elixirs based on fifth-level demon elixirs.

Although these pills have no significant effect on him now. But if any one of them falls into the hands of a monk in the foundation-building stage, it will definitely make them ecstatic and coveted.

After refining these elixirs, Han Li's application of alchemy techniques finally reached another level.

After all, even a true master of alchemy would not have the opportunity to spend so much money practicing with so many demon pills.

An ordinary alchemist can use thirty or forty demon pills to refine elixirs in his lifetime, which is considered a great thing.

Even the refining methods of each elixir are quite different. But there are always some commonalities among them, which Han Li can learn from.

In this way, after many times of refining rare elixirs, Han Li's alchemy skills were suddenly improved to a level higher than that of the rumored alchemy master.

As a result, when Han Li later used the sixth- and seventh-level demon pills, the success rate of the pills would naturally increase a lot.

This made Han Li extremely happy!

Otherwise, given the rarity of level six and seven elixirs, even Han Li would not be willing to waste them easily.

After refining the alchemy, Han Li took a short break for a month.

During this period, Han Li made several more trips to the insect room and looked at the three-color gold-eating bugs and the original unevolved gold-eating bugs in the two insect rooms.

When he was in the alchemy room, he asked the puppet to take turns feeding the two kinds of gold-eating insects.

As a result, extremely bad news for Han Li appeared.

Although the three-color gold-eating bugs can still eat the neon grass, the grass seems to have lost the special effect that can make them violent and excited, and there is no abnormal change after eating.

At the beginning, Han Li thought that the effectiveness of the neon grass was not obvious because the time was too short and the number of gold-eating insects was too large.

So out of suspicion, he now isolated hundreds of tricolor gold-eating insects to feed on this grass to observe changes in their habits.

But after several feedings, these gold-eating bugs were still the same as before, without any unusual reactions.

This made Han Li feel upset for a while.

Now he can conclude that the neon grass has really lost its miraculous effect on the evolution of gold-eating insects.

Although I don’t know what the mystery is inside. But there is no doubt that he has now lost the method to quickly reproduce and advance the three-color gold-eating bugs.

These beetles are one less than one!

Now he had no choice but to go back to the old path and let the puppet concentrate on feeding the neon grass to those golden and silver unevolved gold-eating insects.

Nowadays, the temperament of these gold-eating insects is getting more and more violent, and it seems that the next breeding is not far away.

After dealing with all this, Han Li regained his composure and entered the retreat room.

With the help of various elixirs, he planned to master the eighth-level Qingyuan Sword Technique first, so as to reach the middle stage of elixir formation.

Sitting cross-legged on a futon in the secret room, Han Li took out a medicine bottle he had prepared earlier from his storage bag.

Then he poured out a glowing red dragon's eye elixir, put it in his mouth with one hand, and swallowed it.

Feeling the power of the medicine that started to heat up slightly in his abdomen, Han Li silently recited the eighth-level sword art and slowly closed his eyes.

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Time flies and the years are ruthless.

Han Li concentrated on cultivating his sword skills in the cave, and time passed unknowingly.

This process of constantly taking elixirs and then refining the medicinal power and transforming it into spiritual power is extremely boring.

Fortunately, Han Li only wanted to perfect his skills so that he could protect himself. With this kind of thinking, he didn't feel depressed at all.

Fifteen or six years passed in the blink of an eye.

Han Li finally broke through the bottleneck in the middle stage of pill formation and completed the eighth level of Qingyuan Sword Technique.

Although he was excited, he was not in a hurry to leave the seclusion immediately. Since there was still more than half of the elixir left in his hand, he naturally would not fail to refine it.

So Han Li, who had just entered the middle stage of pill formation, forced himself to calm down and continue to practice the ninth level of sword art.

The ninth level of Sword Art is naturally different from the next level, which is a few points more difficult.

Spring goes to winter, autumn passes to summer solstice, and one year after another passes.

The door to the retreat room was always closed. Everything in the cave also began to be covered with a thick layer of dust.

It seems as if this place has gradually become an ancient tomb ruins!

…

It was a calm morning in the sea near the Sea of ​​Fog. Some early-rising seabirds were circling low in the sea, occasionally making a few sharp calls. There was a peaceful scene everywhere.

But a moment later, a light suddenly flashed in the distant sky, and then several blue-red rays of light flew toward the foggy sea like lightning.

After a while, the figure in the distant light could finally be seen clearly. It turned out to be three women, two men and several monks running towards this side as hard as they could.

Among them, except for a middle-aged man in his forties who is in the early stage of foundation building, the other four are monks in the Qi refining stage. They are all between the ages of seventeen or eighteen to twenty-three or twenty-three-four years old. They are extremely young. !

These people were flying towards this side in a panic, while looking behind them from time to time, as if something was chasing them.

In the blink of an eye, these people flew near Wuhai.

"Uncle Sun! There is a sea fog ahead. Let's go inside and rest for a while! Otherwise, we won't be able to hold on until those things catch up." Among the five people, there was a girl in yellow who was only fifteen or sixteen years old. , said to the middle-aged man somewhat breathlessly.

This girl has a round face, big black eyes, and a baby-fat look. She looks very pretty and cute.

But at this moment, her face was sweating profusely, her face was pale, and she looked like she was about to run out of magic power.

"this……"

The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard this. After looking at the other three men and women, he found that although their situation was better, they were not much better.

"Okay. Go to the sea of ​​fog to recover some mana, and then leave immediately. Even if those guys put some distance away, they will still pursue them relentlessly. It's better to be cautious. If we are caught up, we will have no chance to survive. It's okay." The middle-aged monk hesitated and looked back before reluctantly agreeing.

These words immediately made the young men and women look happy.

The cultivation level of these few people is really shallow, and it is extremely difficult to keep flying here. Even though they knew it was extremely dangerous to stay now, they couldn't care less.

The direction changed and he flew towards the sea of ​​fog.

"The sea fog here is really thick enough. Maybe if we stay here, we can avoid being tracked by those guys!" Another sturdy young man in his twenties said in surprise shortly after entering the sea of ​​fog.

"Stop being delusional. Although we don't know how the other side can keep chasing us. But this cannot be deceived by a little sea fog. Let's fly closer and see if there are any resting places like rocks below. . You can recover your mana faster by meditating." The middle-aged monk refuted unceremoniously. Let the stout young man blush slightly and take the lead to escape downwards.

Naturally, the others did not dare to fall behind and followed closely.

"Hey! There is an island here!" After a moment, the girl in yellow shirt suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

Without this woman's reminder, several other people also saw clearly the island covered by thick fog, and couldn't help but look at each other.

"There won't be any other monsters here, right?" A young female cultivator with an ordinary appearance in a blue dress became a little scared.

"There shouldn't be any coincidences, and besides, we don't have to worry about it. Hurry up and restore your mana on the island!" The middle-aged man was a little hesitant at first, but then he made up his mind.

Seeing this, the others said nothing more and landed lightly on the island together.

"It seems that there is good spiritual energy there. Let's meditate there!" As soon as his feet landed on the ground, the middle-aged man released his spiritual consciousness to sense the situation on the island, and then pointed at it in surprise and said.

The direction he pointed was where the only small mountain range on the island was located.

When the men and women heard this, they couldn't help but perked up.

Then the middle-aged monk took the lead and flew over without saying a word. The other four male and female monks hurriedly followed.

Now that they can recover a little more mana, they may be able to escape disaster. Naturally, he would not let go of this rare place with spiritual roots.

After a while, a few people arrived at the small green mountain range.

He randomly found a low mountain peak, held a spiritual stone in each hand, and began to sit cross-legged and meditate impatiently, absorbing the strong spiritual energy nearby.

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