Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Three thousand realms.

Fang Chen plans to make some five-element armor talismans, and they must be at least high-grade Xuan level or above.

To make such talismans, one must first pay extremely strict attention to the talisman-making equipment. If the grade is not up to standard, no matter how great the magical power is, it will not be able to draw it.

The set of utensils Hua Miaoqing gave him, whether it was talisman pens, cinnabar, or talisman paper, were not of high quality.

He could only make the Five Elements Armor Talisman below Huang rank, but fortunately he had another method.

As long as the essence of the waste elixir can be extracted and turned into true dragon bone powder, it will be a natural talisman-making tool, called true dragon jade.

It is a spiritual material that is between the top grade and the best grade.

But with his level of cultivation, trying to extract the true dragon bone powder from three waste elixirs was nothing short of a fantasy.

"Xiao Bai and Xiao Hei, do you remember the method I just taught you?"

Fang Chen smiled lightly.

The black and white paper man slowly opened his eyes and raised his palms. The next moment, a ball of porcelain white flame appeared in their palms.

This is one of the forty-nine elixir fires in the Xuanjie Chapter of the Great Heavenly Lord's Alchemy Technique - White Dragon Spirit Flame.

White Dragon Spirit Flame itself is a type of dragon flame, so it can easily extract true dragon bone powder from waste elixirs.

In the next few months, under Fang Chen's guidance and control, the three waste pills were gradually refined into the black and white paper figures.

When the waste pill disappeared completely, Fang Chen had one or two pieces of true dragon bone powder in his hand.

"Your Majesty, this technique can also extract the essence from the spent elixirs. It seems that the background of the White Dragon Spirit Flame is not simple."

The black paper man said curiously.

"It's not simple. It is a type of alchemy fire. There are probably not many people who know this technique in the world today."

Fang Chen smiled.

The black and white paper man nodded slightly. Before they became paper men, they themselves were the proud and powerful men of that era. Even so, they had never heard of the existence of the White Dragon Spirit Flame.

"Just one or two... I hope it goes well."

Fang Chen pondered for a while and then started to prepare the talisman.

Although the talisman pen and talisman paper did not meet the requirements, the true dragon bone powder exceeded the standards. With it to make up for the shortcomings, there was still a chance to produce a top-grade or even top-grade five-element soldier armor talisman of Xuan level.

Two years have passed unknowingly.

In the past two years, Fang Chen's spiritual power has been exhausted countless times, and most of the talismans in front of him have been completed.

The further you get to the back, the more difficult it becomes to control the almost berserk spiritual power. If you didn't have a soul that is far beyond ordinary people to stabilize it, you may have failed as soon as you put down the pen.

Now this progress is becoming more and more critical, and there is no room for any mistakes. Fang Chen devotes almost all his attention to this, and does not dare to be distracted in the slightest.

The black and white paper man stood not far away and watched.

In the blink of an eye, three years have passed.

As the last stroke of outline was completed, spiritual power suddenly surged in the endless void, sweeping in like a tidal wave and pouring crazily into the talisman paper in front of Fang Chen.

Fang Chen's robe and black hair were blown by this invisible spiritual power.

The whole process lasted for about half a day, with the talisman slowly floating in the air, and every trace outlined by the true dragon bone powder was exuding a dazzling brilliance.

Gradually, the aura faded away, and the talisman fell into Fang Chen's hands. It looked ordinary, but it contained great power.

"Your Majesty, the aura of this talisman is at least the highest level of Xuan level."

The black and white paper man came over, and the white paper man stepped forward to take a look and said firmly.

The black paper man nodded: "We have also come into contact with many top-grade Xuan-level talismans, and their auras are similar to them."

"The best Xuan level, not bad."

Fang Chen smiled and nodded.

If we really want to say how valuable this top-grade Xuan-level Five Elements Armor Talisman is, in fact, it may not even be able to sell fifty middle-grade spiritual stones.

Fang Chen entered the Three Thousand Dao Realm and spent 500 middle-grade spiritual stones, most of his time and True Dragon Bone Powder to create such a five-element armor talisman. Calculated carefully, he lost a lot.

But in fact, for the monks who happen to need this talisman, this is a profitable business.

Nothing is more important than what comes next.

With the experience of the first time, he felt a little more relaxed the second time. When the time limit for the Three Thousand Dao Realm was approaching, Fang Chen completed the production of a top-grade Xuan-level five-element weapon armor talisman.

Calculating the cost this time, five hundred mid-grade spiritual stones, ten years of life, and five coins of true dragon bone powder.

In the past ten years, Fang Chen's face has become older.

The golden elixir sword cultivator's lifespan is two hundred, but now his real lifespan is one hundred and upward.

It is equivalent to the thirty or forty years old of ordinary mortals.

Fortunately, the production of the Five Elements Armor Talisman went smoothly this time. These two Five Elements Armor Talisman are equivalent to two Fusion Stage monks. Although they are consumables, they can be of great help to this trip to the Vida ruins. .

Boom, boom, boom.

Fang Chen had just left the Three Thousand Dao Realm when he heard a knock on the door. When he opened the door, he found an inn boy and a slightly hunched middle-aged man standing at the door.

The waiter had an apologetic smile on his face: "Guest, this person must meet you. I have no choice but to bring him here. I hope I won't disturb the guest's retreat."

"Your Excellency?"

Fang Chen looked at the hunchbacked middle-aged man and said calmly.

"blind?"

A flash of contempt flashed in the eyes of the hunchbacked middle-aged man, and he felt that this trip was bound to happen. He smiled lightly and said:

"My young master wants to go to the Bidu ruins to find immortality, so I hope you can give me this opportunity and wait for the next time I enter."

"Your young master?"

Fang Chen smiled and said, "He can enter the Vida ruins if he wants. What does it have to do with me? Why do I need to give up this opportunity?"

The hunchbacked middle-aged man frowned slightly, "Do you really not understand or do you pretend not to understand?

We arrived a step late, and now the quota is full. If you don't give up the opportunity, my young master will have to wait a little longer. "

"Then just wait for a while. After all... you are the ones who came a step too late."

Fang Chen smiled and said, "Why don't you go and ask other Taoists? Maybe some of them are willing to give your young master some face."

The hunchbacked middle-aged man said calmly: "Your Excellency, you don't want to give me this face?"

Fang Chen smiled and slammed the door of the quiet room, leaving the hunchbacked middle-aged man alone at the door to meditate quietly.

He suddenly sneered, turned and left.

Not long after, in another quiet room of the inn, a hunchbacked middle-aged man walked up to a young man in brocade clothes and whispered:

"Young Master, that casual cultivator doesn't want to give up face and doesn't want to give up this opportunity."

"He is the only one among this group of people who has no background. If he doesn't want to give up this opportunity, isn't he afraid that he will enter the Veda ruins and die there in the future?"

The young man in brocade snorted coldly, "Go and ask someone else. I don't want to waste time waiting here."

"yes."

The hunchbacked middle-aged man nodded respectfully, turned and left.

When Fang Chen saw this, he was sure that the other party didn't come towards him intentionally, and he returned to his senses.

A few days later.

When Fang Chen arrived at the tea house, he saw that almost everyone else had arrived. Counting the number of people, there were exactly twenty people, and the young man in brocade clothes from before was also among them.

This shows that someone did give him face and gave up this opportunity.

The young man in brocade clothes was chatting and laughing with someone, and he was obviously acquainted with them. When he saw Fang Chen, the smile on his face suddenly became a little colder.

"Brother Miao, you think it's funny or not, but now even casual cultivators can gather two hundred middle-grade spiritual stones to break into the Bidu ruins.

Has the world changed and the middle-grade spiritual stones are no longer valuable? "

The boy in brocade clothes smiled at the only Nascent Soul cultivator present.