Legendary Pharmacist

Mo Junrong reached out his hand to grope inside the gold-thread silver box, trying to grab those stone powders.

However, the stone powder is really a powder, and it can't be picked up no matter how hard it is, it slips through the fingers every time.

How could this be, did the handle of the ax really turn into powder?

Mo Junrong was a little frustrated, he finally found the magic weapon, but was tricked by the ancestor of Qianyunzong.

He looked at the lid of the box again, and repeated the above two sentences.

The ancestor of Qianyunzong left a trial, which must be passed to obtain the handle of the axe.

If you are willing to try with your life, you will enter the world of mortals.

It seems that this trial will be life-threatening!

Mo Junrong frowned, he was unwilling to take risks, but if he didn't take risks, he would have no chance to get the handle of the axe.

Now, Zheng Qiu's strength is no less than that of the Divine Realm Supreme, and there are many young Supremes around him.

What's more, there is a dragon to help him.

My own strength has already fallen behind, if I don't rely on the God of Stars, I am afraid that I will never be able to catch up with those young geniuses in this life.

It is his only chance to seize the divine soldier's destiny.

Mo Junrong slowly clenched his fists, betting his life, it's not like he hasn't gambled before.

What a world of mortals, the ancestor of Qianyunzong has passed away for many years, so there is nothing to be afraid of leaving a broken trial.

He picked up the lid of the box, and there was a small arrow at the end of that sentence, which should refer to the opening position of the trial.

Return the box cover to the state where it was tightly closed. According to this angle, the small arrow should point to the right side of the cave.

Holding the lampstand, Mo Junrong came to the right side of the stone wall, and found that there was a three-foot-wide stone door built with long strips of rocks.

The stone gate has no door panel, and it does not lead to other caves, but is just a frame attached to the wall.

And under the frame, there is a small square groove, which is about the same size as the piece of gold in Mo Junrong's hand.

It turns out that this piece of gold is not only the key to the secret room, but also the key to the trial.

He took a deep breath, pressed the gold piece into the groove in the ground, and illuminated it with the lampstand.

A light clicking sound came from behind the stone wall, a bit like the sound of machinery running.

Immediately afterwards, the stone frame began to emit blue light.

The light is like a layer of viscous liquid, spreading inward from all sides, quickly covering the entire facade.

A door emitting blue light appeared!

Mo Junrong hesitated for a moment, grabbed the fire stone long sword, and stepped into the door with a soft drink.

The field of vision is completely covered by light, and the hands and feet cannot touch any solid objects, as if falling into a water world where there is no distinction between up, down, left, and right.

His body kept rolling and turning in circles. After spinning around for a long time, the surrounding light gradually dimmed.

In the end, darkness enveloped Mo Junrong.

"Senior Brother Mo, Senior Brother Mo!"

There was a strange shout in my ear, a little far away, but it seemed to be close at hand.

"Senior Brother Mo, Senior Brother Mo!"

The sound was still coming, this time more clearly.

It's strange, why do you call yourself Shige, I haven't heard the name Shige for a long time.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and found himself lying on an armchair with his face facing the ceiling.

There is a strong smell of herbs in the air, as well as the sound of boiling and bubbling.

A young face approached to the side, it was a practitioner, it seemed very familiar.

He sat up abruptly and found himself in an alchemy room surrounded by three young practitioners looking at him curiously.

"Where am I?"

As soon as this remark came out, the three young cultivators burst into laughter, and they were so happy that they couldn't straighten their waists.

"Brother Mo, you are sleepy, this is the alchemy room!"

"Stop laughing, hahaha, stop laughing!

Brother Mo is working too hard, you guys have to understand. "

Pill room?

Mo Junrong's eyelids twitched, and he turned and walked out of the alchemy room, only to find that there was a larger alchemy space outside.

A tall alchemy furnace is arranged in a row, and the fire is raging.

The alchemy practitioners came and went, busy with their heads.

The whole scene is so familiar, exactly the same as in memory.

This is Yuexi Mountain, the Xunwu Sect, and the alchemy room of the Xunwu Sect.

How did I come back here?

wrong,

The Mist-seeking Sect no longer exists, and everything is in the past tense.

Time cannot be reversed, and the scene in front of you is all fake.

Mo Junrong realized that this was the trial left by the ancestor of Qianyunzong.

What exactly is this trial going to test?

No hint at all, no idea of ​​the target.

Mo Junrong stepped away from the alchemy room, and the disciples of the Xunwu Sect came from behind him.

"Brother Mo, the pill hasn't been refined yet, do you want to stop the furnace?"

He ignored it, and walked along the narrow mountain path alone, re-taking the path of Yuexi Mountain.

In the process of walking, Mo Junrong found that the fire stone long sword in his hand was gone, and the clothes of Tianming Palace were also replaced with the simple clothes of the Mist-seeking Sect.

Raise the sword fingers with both hands, and strike forward, wanting to perform the "Dragon Slaying Sword Art" with skill.

Vigor and light flashed from the fingertips, but no power of heaven and earth was released.

What about his own cultivation base, what about the large amount of heaven and earth power he has accumulated?

He found a large bluestone and sat down, holding his chin in thought.

You can't use magic weapons, and you can't use the power of the False God Realm.

It seems that the trials left by the ancestor of Qianyun Sect are mainly aimed at the spiritual level.

Before Mo Junrong could think for a long time, a thick white mist suddenly filled the mountain, and he couldn't see his fingers.

This is the Mist Seeking Sect's mountain defense array, which uses fog to confuse the enemy's direction.

Why is the mountain defense array activated at this time, and there are enemies attacking Yuexi Mountain?

Thinking of this, Mo Junrong's heart shivered, and he stood up immediately.

No, the Mist Seeking Sect was attacked and destroyed.

The whole process is controlled by yourself!

But he didn't even contact Zixiao Cave, so who would attack the Mist-seeking Sect?

Go to the main hall to see the situation!

Losing his False God Realm cultivation base, Mo Junrong could only rely on his memory to go to the main peak through layers of fog.

After a long time, he finally ran to the front of the main hall and saw that the hall was full of people.

He didn't enter rashly, but went around to the side of the main hall and entered the hall through the window.

Hide behind a screen and observe the people in the hall from the gap.

The suzerain of the Xunwu Sect is here, as are the elders, and the one with the arrogant posture is Zixiao Linglong, the master of Zixiao Cave.

And next to Zixiao Linglong, there was actually another Mo Junrong standing beside her.

What do you mean, this is when Zixiao Linglong came to exterminate the Wuxun Sect, the whole scene is exactly the same.

What do you want to do in the trial, be a bystander?

At this moment, Mo Junrong noticed a surge of heat coming from his body, and then a long red sword emerged from his palm.

The False God Realm cultivation base and the fire stone long sword are back!

He frowned, and his heart suddenly brightened.

Mo Junrong understood that this first trial was a choice.

Take yourself back to the moment when you made a major decision in your life and had the power to change everything.

"Do you want to see me and not regret it?

Hmph, I, Mo Junrong, never regret anything I do, no matter how many times it happens, the final result is the same. "

Mo Junrong strode into the palace hall, glanced coldly at the surprised people, raised his long sword and used "Dragon Slaying Sword Art".

"Dragon wagging its tail!"

The golden-red light swept across everything, regardless of the people who sought Wuzong or the cultivators of Zixiao Cave, they were all chopped into pieces.