Taoist Huang Ting

Fire Island.

Cave.

Demon God Zhurong stood in the void, playing with flames. In the middle, a cauldron looks like a small mountain. Lu Qingfeng was beside him, and he continued to pour in one spiritual secret after another. Countless materials and spiritual water fell into the cauldron one after another.

After about two sticks of incense.

Lu Qingfeng flicked his fingers and the lid of the cauldron was lifted.

A fresh smell filled the air. Lu Qingfeng's hand seals were pulled, and the breath turned into one stream after another, falling into the jade body beside him. When exposed to cold, it condenses and turns into clear water droplets.

"Eighty copies."

"Eighty drops of Millennium Alcohol Liquid, plus other spiritual waters and spiritual liquids. Even if the Millennium Alcohol Liquid is calculated as two Spirit Stones per drop, the cost is only three hundred Spirit Stones."

"But eighty portions of Ming and Qing Spiritual Water of ordinary quality can sell for eight thousand spiritual stones."

More than 20 times the huge profit.

Moreover, Lu Qingfeng controls the Phantom Wave Sea. Although the alcohol liquid is not inexhaustible, it is inexhaustible and has no cost at all. Refining it into Mingqing Lingshui is a waste of money.

"One thousand six hundred spiritual stones are enough to collect three to five parts of the materials for refining the golden silkworm Gu."

"Next, the most important thing is to refine the golden silkworm Gu and replace the bones of Qingshan and Qingyu."

The materials for refining golden silkworm Gu are probably not precious if they are said to be precious. It consumes a lot of money, and that is when the cultivation and sacrifice begins after it is refined. It's just that these materials are distributed all over the world. If Lu Qingfeng had to collect them by himself, it would not be possible for decades or even hundreds of years.

time does not wait.

Lu Qingfeng felt a sense of urgency in his heart.

Luo Zhendian has no hope and can only rely on Yuxian Pavilion and other chambers of commerce and business alliances.

Ming and Qing Ling Shui is the stepping stone.

During this time——

Purchase Phantom Wave Sea.

The capital of sacrifice and refining is Tianxuan Mingce, and the Taoist soldiers are raised.

Then sell Ming and Qing Lingshui.

Interlocking with each other, leaving no gaps at every step.

The purpose of purchasing Phantom Wave Sea is to buy out the source of the alcohol liquid.

It is extremely difficult for ordinary alchemists to analyze the extremely complex formula of Mingqing Lingshui. However, Ming and Qing Ling Shui is not as good as elixirs. Compared with it, it is still more promising to be able to be derived reversely.

For Lu Qingfeng, it has no impact.

Instead of spending hard work refining Mingqing Lingshui, you can earn more profits. It is better to sell the alcohol liquid directly.

Thousands of blue-gold trees in the Phantom Sea produce 1,095,000 drops of a thousand-year alcohol liquid every two hundred years. At the price of two spiritual stones, it is more than two million spiritual stones.

On average, there is an income of 10,000 yuan per year.

Coupled with the higher value Ten Thousand Years Alcohol Liquid and Hundred Thousand Years Alcohol Liquid, this income can be doubled.

That's enough.

The Tianxuan Mingce of the Sacrifice and Refining Capital is to sell the Ming and Qing Spiritual Water, and while promoting huge profits and gains, it can ensure its own safety. The Tao soldiers protected him, but unexpectedly he was entangled by Xiao Xiao and oppressed by Zhenren.

Finally sold Ming and Qing Lingshui.

One is to earn spiritual stones to further improve Dutian Xuan Mingce and increase his strength.

Two.

And the most important point is to better collect materials and refine the golden silkworm Gu.

Even all the above actions are for this final purpose.

Half a year.

Finally, everything is ready, just waiting for the Gu refining materials to arrive.

"You can't hang yourself on a tree in Yuxian Pavilion. Opening the door with Mingqing Lingshui and collecting it from multiple parties is the fastest efficiency." Lu Qingfeng's eyes were bright, and he made a plan.

But before that, we have to wait for all the Xuan Ming Yin soldiers to return to their positions.

Just in time.

Han Ji, the protector of the White Bone Demon Sect, has arrived at the junction of the White Bone Realm and the Xuanyuan Realm, and is thousands of miles away in the Chaotian Abyss to the north of the Phantom Wave Sea.

The kowtow formation was outside Xuanyuan, ready to go.

…

Chaotianyuan.

The dark wind is raging, and the dark abyss stretches thousands of miles from east to west, like a finger of an immortal god cutting through the earth, isolating the White Bone Realm and the Xuanyuan Realm.

Think of it as a natural moat.

This day.

A group of people came in the dark and hid in Chaotian Abyss.

The first person appeared, and it was Han Ji, the protector of the White Bone Demon Sect.

"It's getting brighter, let's rest here for the night." Han Ji waved his hand to stop everyone.

"yes."

Everyone stopped, and immediately a monk held a black flag and waved it in the air, sending out bursts of black smoke, covering the group. From the outside, it seems to be deserted and nothing unusual.

Next to Han Ji, there was an old man with black pupils on the left and white on the right. Even if he stood still, there was still a faint murderous intention lingering around him.

He is Zhenren Zhashan, the leader of the Wusheng Hall of the White Bone Demon Sect.

The master of Wusheng Hall looked at Han Ji and said in a gloomy voice, "The disciples in the hall have dispersed in batches and will be able to arrive at the Huoling Shell Field in three days. As long as I arrive, they will be able to gather as soon as the protector gives the order. .”

"good."

Han Ji nodded slightly.

Looking at the rugged Han Ji in the White Bone Demon Sect, the darkness shrouded him at this moment, and he seemed a little unpredictable.

After a moment of silence, Han Ji looked at the Master of Wusheng Hall, "Ahead is the Phantom Wave Sea. I heard that a demonic monk named 'Fire Fire Sanren' came from nowhere recently. There are rumors that he is a chess piece of my White Bone Demon Sect?"

"There is indeed such a person."

"However, the origin of this Liehuo Loose Cultivator is mysterious. I have sent people to investigate. I don't know the origin. It should be a Loose Cultivator somewhere and has nothing to do with my Demon Sect."

The leader of Wusheng Hall reported, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes, "As soon as Liehuo Sanren appeared, he made a big move to seize the Phantom Wave Sea from Yuxian Pavilion. At this juncture, I wonder if -"

"Not urgent."

Han Ji waved his hand and looked to the south, "Since we are sure that he is a member of the devil's path, I would like to ask Master Chashan to take a trip to the Phantom Wave Sea. If he is good at cultivation, he can be included under his command and we can conquer the Fire Spirit Shell Field together."

"If your cultivation level is average——"

Hall Master Wu Sheng looked at Han Ji, his black and white eyes flashing in question.

"If your cultivation level is average and you still flaunt the name of my White Bone Demon Sect, just kill him." Han Ji said calmly.

"yes!"

Hall Master Wu Sheng nodded in agreement.

then.

The place fell into silence, and in the entire Chaotian Abyss, the dark wind roared continuously, showing a terrifying atmosphere.

time flies.

Fast forward three days later.

…

Phantom wave sea.

Fire Island.

The figure of the Master of Wusheng Hall flickers, manifesting on the surface of Agni Fire Island, and the clear and condensing voice in his mouth becomes silk, which is transmitted into Agni Fire Island and turns into a brilliant sky sound that resounds -

"The White Bone Demon Sect Chashan passed through the Phantom Wave Sea and came here to pay a visit to fellow Taoist Liehuo. I also asked fellow Taoist to show up."

In the cave.

Lu Qingfeng was sitting cross-legged, his mind entering Tianxuan Mingce, rehearsing the battle formation. Suddenly he heard a noise outside, and his eyes suddenly opened, "The White Bone Demon Sect, the master of Wusheng Hall, Zhenren Zhashan?"

Suddenly, he appeared outside the cave.

Looking up, he saw an old man with one black pupil and one white pupil standing in the air. His black robe was moving in the wind, and there was a pressure that could not be ignored coming towards him.

"A show of force?"

Lu Qingfeng held a coupon and silently transported his true energy. There was a demonic aura on his body, which suddenly surged. Ignoring this aura, he said to the master of the Wusheng Hall, "It turns out to be the master of the Chashan Hall of the White Bone Demon Sect. The poor Taoist has lost his way to greet us." , please forgive me."

The leader of Wusheng Hall looked at the Liehuo Sanren and saw that his whole body was shrouded in black robes, and he had a demonic flame aura that flickered on and off. At first glance, it looks more like a demon than him.

It's just a cultivation level, but it's specious and not real.

"I wonder if Hall Master Chashan is here today. What orders do you have?" Lu Qingfeng looked at Hall Master Wu Sheng with a straight face, neither humble nor arrogant.

"I heard about the reputation of Fellow Taoist Liehuo, and I know that he is also a member of the same Taoist group. I came here for a while because we really have something important to discuss." The master of Wusheng Hall did not show off, and did not understand Lu Qingfeng's cultivation level, so he went straight to the point, "My sect The battle with the Xuanyuan Sect is about to begin. My fellow Taoist belongs to the demonic path and is also in the realm of the Phantom Wave Sea. It is inevitable that he will be alone when encountering the Xuanyuan Sect. Why not help me, the White Bone Demon Sect, to deal with the Xuanyuan Sect together?"

So straightforward.

Lu Qingfeng hid his big hands in his sleeves, his seven bird feathers turned into ashes, and his heart sank.

"The poor are used to being lonely and don't like fighting." Lu Qingfeng suppressed his emotions and said calmly.

"Don't like fighting?"

Hall Master Wu Sheng sneered in his heart.

A dignified demonic monk who claims not to like fighting is just making people laugh. He looked at Lu Qingfeng and said loudly, "The war is about to begin, and the Demon Sect is thirsty for talents. If you have any requests, fellow Taoists, just ask."

"Master, please come back."

"Pindao has no intention of intervening in the fight between the two sects."

Lu Qingfeng put his hands behind his back and remained unmoved.

Upon hearing this, the Master of Wusheng Hall frowned slightly, stared at Lu Qingfeng, and said, "Once the two sects start fighting, it will be a battle between the two realms. No one in the two realms can stay out of the matter. My fellow Taoist possesses magical powers. It’s really extraordinary, if you don’t provoke Xuanyuan Sect, Xuanyuan Sect will definitely not let it go. Fellow Taoist, do you really not think about it anymore?”

"Feel sorry."

Lu Qingfeng's tone was calm. Then he was afraid that if he pretended to join the White Bone Demon Sect, he would eventually face the Xuanyuan Sect. At that time, he would be on the opposite side of Xuanyuan Sect, and it would be impossible for him to seriously contribute to the White Bone Demon Sect and attack any disciple of Xuanyuan Sect.

Rather than trying to please both sides when the time comes, it is better to refuse decisively now.

"in this way--"

"Pity."

There was a look of regret in the eyes of Wusheng Hall Master.

Suddenly at this time.

A black light flickered in the corner of Lu Qingfeng's eyes, and he flew through the void and came to him in an instant. When he looked up, he saw that Hall Master Wu Sheng raised his hands and emitted a black light laser.

"Black Dog Nail!"

Lu Qingfeng looked at it and the hair on his body stood up.

The black dog nail struck through the air with the sound of thunderous barking.

Go straight to the door facing Lu Qingfeng.

"Dutian Xuan Mingce!"

With a thought in Lu Qingfeng's mind, Dutian Xuan Mingce flew out of his hand and fell into the air. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net

The next moment.

"Demon Zhurong!"

Lu Qingfeng shouted in his heart, a demon god with an animal head and a human body, covered in red scales, with fire snakes in his ears and fire dragons on his feet stepped out of his body. It was the demon god Zhu Rong.

As soon as the demon god came out, the demonic flames surged into the sky.

Dutian Xuan Mingce was rising and falling behind him, and the roar of the generals could be heard from inside.

Thirty-six Dutian Ghost Generals!

Three hundred and sixty-five Xuan Ming Yin soldiers!

The power gathers and adds to the demons.

Immediately afterwards, Zhu Rong Demon God's energy surged, and in an instant he broke through the foundation and rushed through the spiritual void, arriving at the realm of pill formation. He stretched the body of Zhu Rong Demon God several times, reaching a height of three feet.

The devil's energy is getting stronger and stronger.

The real person is overflowing with pressure.