The Monk

Chapter 71: Intermediate Formation of Pills

In just ten days, there were many blood bottles in front of Zhang Ai. Lin Sen smiled and said: "Get up, just draw some blood. You have been lying down for ten days." Zhang Ai sighed and got up and said: "No wonder I didn't see you in the Yue Kingdom and the Song Dynasty. Who would be willing to bleed himself like this when he reaches the magic circle?" Lin Sen chuckled and said, "What a small Yue Kingdom and Song Kingdom. The world is so big that it is unimaginable. I heard that it takes several years to fly to reach far away places. You are so incompetent. experience."

"What? Flying in the sky for how many years? Not to mention distance, just being bored can make you die of boredom."

"Stop talking useless words, Lianqi!" Lin Sen urged.

A piece of white cloth, more than ten feet long, smooth and soft, was spread out in front of the stage. Lin Sen explained: "I used to buy some domestic silkworms and raise them randomly. The more they grow, the more they grow in the ground. The silk they spit is woven into cloth. But it is domestic silkworm silk after all, and it is not as strong as snake skin. It will be good for you." It's not very useful, so I didn't give it to you. It's a good material for making a flag." Then he took out a pile of black iron. Ever since he had gold essence and other materials, Zhang was afraid that the black iron he was searching for would be useless, so he accumulated more and more, and now he used them all to refine the flag.

Zhang Weing understood how precious these haphazardly raised silkworms were. No matter how ordinary things entered the Five Spirits Blessed Land, they would no longer be ordinary, such as himself. Touching the silk cloth, it was smooth, strong and full of spiritual energy. I couldn't help but sigh: "Spiritual silk, the formation flag refined with the blood of demonic beasts and pills, how powerful is it to set up the magic circle?" Look at the black iron again, no matter how valuable it is, it is still black iron. This pile is worth at least hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones.

Lin Sen chuckled: "That's all? It's far away." He stretched out his right hand and showed the best auxiliary materials such as ice stone. Zhang Ai was surprised and said: "No, do you need this too?" Lin Sen nodded and said: "Of course, it's a pity. Without the metallic auxiliary materials, otherwise using the best auxiliary materials of the Five Elements and the refined flag of the Five Elements Spirit to change the situation would not be as magical as the creation of heaven and earth."

The best auxiliary materials of the five elements, red crystal belongs to fire, cloud wood belongs to wood, heavy water belongs to water, ice stone belongs to earth, and the most expensive divine iron belongs to gold. Adding a little divine iron to the weapon can make it indestructible. The prices of the other four auxiliary materials are similar. The cloud wood Zhang Wen got at the auction is worth four million. Using such precious materials to refine the formation flag, its power is absolutely beyond imagination.

After hearing this, Zhang Ain admired sincerely: "Uncle Lin, you are such a prodigal." Lin Sen nodded and said: "To each other."

Refining the flag does not require burning with fire. It uses the soul as a tool, clicks on each attribute auxiliary material, adds the corresponding attribute spirit, and then uses blood as a medium to write the formation into the small flag. Lin Sen divided the cloth into five large pieces, dotted each piece with ice stones and other materials, and then blended it with elves, which consumed very little, and then handed it over to Zhang Ai to write the flag. The flag is written, and the Danhuo Yuanshen is embedded into the black iron branches. At this point, the formation flag is completed.

Muddle-headed, cautious, busy, and confused, seven years passed in the Nitian Cave. Zhang Awei wrote more than 30,000 formation flags, plenty of blood from monsters and beasts, and plenty of cloth, until he ran out of materials such as ice and stone. Stop, Lin Sen is very satisfied. Zhang was afraid that he was in unspeakable pain and exhaled: "It's finally over."

Then get familiar with various formations and test them one by one until you are proficient. It's a pity that the eight array diagrams in the wooden box cannot be explored by two people. Zhang was afraid that he would mess around all day and accidentally advance again, reaching the intermediate cultivation level of the pill formation stage. This made Lin Sen very angry: "I have worked hard for hundreds of thousands of years to reach the intermediate level of alchemy. You can just draw a few pictures?" Zhang Ai was very modest: "Accident, definitely an accident." Lin Sen feigned anger: "Unexpectedly, it's a big-headed ghost." He kicked Zhang Awei and said, "Let's refine the sword. Use the Yingang Stone to make do with it. When we have good materials, we can refine it again."

Silver Gang Stone is a high-grade material, which is only slightly different from gold and silver liquid. At that time, Qian Sha of the Changsheng Sect wore a bright yellow battle suit and fought with Ouyang of the Demon Sect for a long time. He relied on a pair of silver gang spears in his palms. He was so cool and majestic. Lin Sen said it was just a make-do, and Zhang Ain smiled bitterly and walked towards the Wuling Pond. Just make do, and it can't be compared with the old prodigal.

Using the Fire Spirit as the furnace, the Silver Gang Stone and the Fushen Snake scales as the main materials, the Golden Spirit was blended in, and the two newly learned formations were added. It took half a year to finally refine eighteen Liangyi Swords. After a little trial, he felt good, but he still liked the shadowless knife.

After sheathing the sword and leaving the cave, he saw old Lin Sen half-lying on the ground holding a pot of wine. He smiled and joked: "What kind of martial arts are you practicing?" Lin Sen was very dissatisfied: "Sword refining is not carving, why stay here for half a year?" Zhang Afraid He defended: "It's for life-saving, if you don't be careful, it won't work." Lin Sen threw the wine bottle and said: "Okay, if you meet a master and blow on it, it will kill you, so what's the use of your rags, no matter how good they are?" Lying down on his back. On the ground, he sighed: "Why is it so difficult to find someone to drink with in this life?"

Before Zhang Weijing could say anything, Lin Sen suddenly stood up and said seriously: "You are a good boy, but I still have to tell you. It doesn't matter when I am old, but Fuer's thirteen children are still young. You must not treat this place like this." The matter has been leaked, you remember it!" Zhang was afraid that he was too impulsive when he knew that throwing out four thousand-year-old herbs at the last auction. Only junior Nascent Soul monks can live for a thousand years. Ten thousand years is enough for them to live ten thousand years. They didn't see the wealth on the spot. He thought he was lucky when he planned to rob and kill him, so he said in shame: "Uncle Lin, I..." Lin Sen patted him on the shoulder: "Don't say anything, come and drink."

Zhang Awei took a few sips of wine and said harshly: "Uncle Lin, don't worry. If I don't help you get revenge, I won't come back next time." Lin Sen smiled bitterly: "What are you talking about? After all, children are always impulsive. If you don't come back, I will Who are you looking for to drink with? Who are you telling stories to? Just be careful, not to mention that the old guy may not be as alive as me, and he may die early."

Fu'er and others came to play with Zhang Awei. Zhang Awei remembered the first time he left the underground cave and ran to a small village. Several children in the village were playing with throwing stones. They thought about it and made it up again and again. They barely remembered the rules and taught them. To Fu'er and others. But the children in the village threw stones, and they threw jade and gems. Zhang was afraid of forgetting what he looked like when he was a prodigal, so he said angrily: "The old prodigal leads a group of young prodigals." Lin Sen heard him mumble and said angrily: "The old prodigal was just about to give you some rags, and you actually scolded me?"

Zhang Ai immediately bowed and said with a smile: "Why are you scolding you? It's obviously a compliment, praising your precious and noble sentiments that regard money and wealth as dirt. Uncle Lin, what else do you have to give?"

Lin Sen threw out a storage bag, and Zhang Ping took it and looked at it. It contained several feet of long spirit silk cloth and two jade boxes filled with bottles of monster blood. Suddenly he remembered that the formation flags were still left in the Wuling Pond. He found them and counted ten thousand formation flags. He held the remaining twenty thousand flags to Lin Sen and said, "Uncle Lin, these are enough to set up two four-elephant formations. Keep them." It's good to have multiple layers of protection." Lin Sen stopped laughing and said, "How powerful can the outer formation of the spirit be?" Zhang was afraid of talking nonsense and said seriously: "Of course, this is made with my blood. ”

Dogs and snakes really like to stay here. They don’t need to hide in their animal bags and sleeves. There is plenty of spiritual energy in the garden. The best thing is that Nitian Cave is growing rapidly day by day. Zhang Ain said: "Wait a minute." In the future, I will definitely find a big mountain for you to run around freely." He was always curious about the hundreds of little snakes. With his mid-level cultivation in the pill formation stage, he could sense the little snakes personally, but he still felt like they were in the abyss. , unfathomable. These little guys are really fierce.

The way the monster hides its aura is very weird. Zhang was afraid of dragging snakes and dogs for a while. After several months of hard work, he finally learned how to use it. Although he couldn't have the same magical powers as the monster, he felt like he was just an ordinary person after deliberately hiding it. Zhang Wen believes that if he thinks about this method more carefully, becomes more proficient in it, and uses it again, he will be able to be almost the same as the monster, or even better.