"What is this?"
The skinny old man didn't notice at all why this golden and silver ball could arrive so quickly and in an instant, so he subconsciously stepped back in surprise.
There was a trace of sarcasm on the corner of Yang Gan's mouth, and he said in a very cold tone: "This is a treasure, I came here to give you a ride."
The skinny old man's heart trembled when he heard this. Before he could recover, the magic power in his body was like water bursting from a dam, rushing towards the gold and silver ball.
In an instant, there was a soft "bang" sound, the gold and silver ball exploded, and dozens of beetles were revealed in a flash of light.
It was the few three-color gold-eating insects that Yang Gan had. As soon as these spiritual insects appeared, they spread their wings fiercely and pounced viciously on the skinny old man.
At such a close distance, the skinny old man had no time to dodge. With just a flash of bad thoughts in his mind, the gold-eating insects all came to the old face and began to bite him in dense bites.
If the old man hadn't been a Nascent Soul cultivator and had a strong body-protecting aura, he would have been completely unrecognizable in this moment.
These ferocious spiritual insects bit at the skinny old man's face like crazy, and his eyes were also covered at the same time.
The old man was frightened and angry. His hands flashed with black light, and he desperately scratched at his face, trying to catch these strange insects.
Fortunately, his yellow wooden shield is an ancient treasure that was hard to obtain, and its defense power is amazing. Even the attacks of late Nascent Soul monks should be able to block it for a moment.
But at the same time, a several-foot-long golden sword wrapped in purple flames suddenly appeared in front of the skinny old man, and cut it down mercilessly. Although the sword edge did not reach, the biting chill made the skinny old man feel... The hairs on the body stand on end.
After a thunderbolt, several thick golden arcs ejected from the sword and turned into a slender electric net, tightly covering Nascent Soul within it.
Although the sound was not loud, as soon as it entered his consciousness, it was like a tearing pain.
The yellow light curtain connected with the golden sword, as fragile as tofu, and was instantly cut in half by the golden sword.
At the same time, two fist-sized red fireballs shot out from the sleeve of the other arm, turning the skinny old man's body into nothingness.
The frightened and angry old man now understood that the black-robed young man in front of him had clearly concealed his cultivation in the Dan Formation stage just now. The mana now revealed was as deep as the sea, and he was clearly a great monk in the later stage.
At the same time, he took a deep breath and prepared to open his mouth and let out a loud roar to attract other monks.
"Ah!"
Then Yang Qian jumped into the air without hesitation. After a few flashes of purple light, he disappeared in the air like a ghost.
The moment the old man changed his mind, there was a soft sound like the bursting of a bubble, and the sound of "Puff" sounded.
The rumbling sound continued, and the purple ice, together with the Nascent Soul inside, disappeared into nothingness in the golden light.
From the beginning, the other party did not take him seriously. While the old man was frightened and angry, he could not help but regret provoking this person.
Then the golden flying sword continued unabated, the dazzling golden light flashed, and the old man's body was like a fragile piece of paper under the sword, split into two, and fell slumped to both sides. At the same time, a black Nascent Soul, an inch tall, with a face full of fear, was sealed inside by a ball of purple ice, unable to move at all.
The skinny old man was horrified. He didn't care about anything and shot his body backwards into the air.
The old man's body twitched and he let out a scream involuntarily. The whistling sound that had just reached his mouth disappeared instantly.
However, at this moment, a bone-chilling cold snort suddenly came from the skinny old man's ears.
The golden sword circled in the air, Yang Gan waved his hand to take it, and with a buzzing sound, it flew to the purple ice again.
However, the next moment, the severe pain in the old man's consciousness suddenly disappeared, and the beetles that were clinging to his face all spread their wings and flew high. Then his eyes suddenly lit up, and he could see again.
At this time, Yang Qian's expression softened, but his movements did not stop at all. He grabbed the old man's body with his backhand, and the storage bag on his waist flew into his hands.
The skinny old man let out a low roar in fear. He had no time to release his magic weapon or use escape techniques to avoid it. He could only inject all his spiritual power into the light curtain in front of him, hoping to block the blow first.
Yang Qian was walking on a less pedestrian street more than twenty miles away, looking around casually.
An hour later, Yang Gan slowly slipped back to the Taoist temple like a mortal. After chatting leisurely with the temple owner for a while, he calmly walked back to the house.
At this time, he used his spiritual consciousness to explore the skinny old man's storage bag in his sleeve. There were so many miscellaneous things in it that he really had to put some effort into distinguishing them.
Finally, after a moment of searching, Yang Gan's face showed joy.
"It must be this thing!"
Yang Qian flipped his palm lightly, and a slender jade bottle six to seven inches high appeared out of thin air in his hand. The bottle was as green as jade, with delicate carvings and looked extremely delicate.
He stretched out a finger and gently stroked the neck of the bottle twice. A pinprick-like coldness came from his fingertips.
Yang Qian was not surprised but overjoyed. He held up the vial with one hand and shook it gently. There was a faint sound of liquid flowing inside.
With a flash of light in his eyes, Yang Gan glanced out the window, and after casually setting up several temporary magic circles around the room, he placed the bottle in front of him and looked at it carefully again.
After a while, he raised one hand and grabbed the cap of the jade bottle. In a flash of inspiration, the cap was easily pulled off.
Suddenly, a cold light shot out from the bottle, and at the same time, the temperature of the whole room suddenly dropped sharply. A monk like Yang Qian who had practiced the cold technique of Purple Extreme Fire couldn't help but feel slightly shocked when he was shrouded in this cold light.
However, such cold air would naturally not cause any damage to Yang Qian. He chuckled lightly, and a layer of purple flames suddenly appeared all over his body. When the cold light touched him, he was immediately repelled by the purple flames.
Wherever the cold light swept across, a thick layer of ice formed on the walls of the room.
If Yang Qian hadn't placed several layers of restrictions in the room in advance, the cold air might have penetrated the walls of the room and spread outside.
It seems that although this cold light is not as powerful as the purple extreme fire, the extreme coldness seems to be not much worse than the dry blue ice flame.
With a smile on his face, Yang Gan wrapped his palms wrapped in purple flames, grabbed the vial and shook it gently, and suddenly another cold light spurted out of the bottle mouth.
After he witnessed the cold light dispersing in mid-air, making the room even colder, he finally moved the vial under his eyes. With a glance, the blue light flashed in his pupils, through the white It was cold, and there was a faint flash of dazzling silver light in the bottle.
"It still needs to be verified!"
Yang Qian's heart moved, and he took out a palm-sized jade plate from the storage ring without saying a word. He held the vial tightly with his other hand and shook his wrist slightly. A drop of silver liquid fell steadily from the mouth of the bottle. After making a crisp and sweet sound, it dripped into the dish and turned directly into a silver bead the size of a rice grain, which kept spinning in the dish.
To Yang Qian's surprise, the silver bead itself did not emit any cold air and looked ordinary.
"It's true, it's really the cold marrow that can only be bred from thousands of years of ice jade!" Yang Gan stared at the silver beads in the dish, secretly happy in his heart.
The description of the cold marrow in the original book appeared in his mind, and those words seemed to become vivid at this moment, echoing the silver beads in front of him.
Cold marrow is essentially a type of chalcedony, the most commonly used alchemy and weapon refining material in the world of immortality.
It's just that this kind of cold marrow only grows in ten-thousand-year-old mysterious jade, and the world has no chance to see it.
Moreover, only Beiye Xiaoji Palace in the northwest of the Shanxi Province has such a small bottle of this thing, which is regarded as a treasure passed down from generation to generation.
In addition, I have never heard of where this product is produced.
The snow crystal bead that Yang Qian refined before was also carefully refined from ten thousand years of mysterious jade.
"This is an excellent life-saving thing for monsters to survive the thunder catastrophe of transformation." Yang Gan touched his chin and whispered to himself.
In the human world, although there are many high-level monsters, those who can reach the top level seven and successfully survive the catastrophe of transformation are as rare as a feather.
After all, for most monsters, the power of thunder exists like a natural enemy, and the thunder disaster of transformation is almost equivalent to a fatal disaster for them.
However, if the monster can consume a drop of silver beads made from cold marrow before going through the tribulation, and within a period of time after refining, the damage caused by the power of thunder and lightning to the monster body can be greatly weakened.
Therefore, this cold marrow is undoubtedly an extremely precious and rare treasure for monsters.
Thinking of this, Yang Qian's expression changed, and a strange color flashed in his eyes. He stretched out his fingers and gently rubbed the bottom of the bottle twice.
"Sure enough, there is a vague snowflake-like pattern at the bottom of the small bottle. It is indeed the mark of Xiaoji Palace on Beiming Island. It is indeed the bottle that was lost in Xiaoji Palace as recorded in the original book." Yang Qian looked at Han Xu. , his eyes became more and more fiery, and he was convinced in his heart that this was the bottle of long-lost cold essence.
You must know that cold marrow, in addition to being used as a material for refining weapons and alchemy, is also the main raw material for refining the ancient secret medicine "Hui Yang Zhen Shui". In this matter, except for the palace master and great elder of Beiye Xiaoji Palace, Others, as well as the legendary figure who has been away for many years - Dayan Shenjun, other monks in the human world know almost nothing about this.
As for the efficacy of the Yang-Returning True Water, most of the statements spread in the world are exaggerated, such as "white bones give birth to flesh", "bringing the dead back to life", etc. In fact, they are just nonsense and are completely unfounded.
However, one thing is recognized by all ancient books - Huiyang True Water does have the miraculous effect of extending the life span of monks, and can even increase the life span of ordinary monks by a quarter.
This is enough to make Huiyang Zhenshui stand out among many miraculous medicines and take the lead!
It means that those monks in the late stage of forming pills have the possibility to advance to the Yuanying stage, and the great monks in the late stage of Yuanying may also enter the threshold of the divine transformation stage.
As for another important material for refining Huiyang Zhenshui - Sun Essence Fire, Yang Qian has already mastered it. He only needs to wait until he completely refines this fire before he can start refining the Yang-Returning True Water.
At the same time, he had learned the formula of Yang Shui from Lord Dayan many years ago, so there was no need to worry about it.
"By the way, since the snow crystal ball is made from ten thousand years of mysterious jade, if a few drops of cold marrow can be mixed into it, its spirituality and power will definitely be greatly improved." Yang Qian's heart moved, and his face showed A faint smile.
However, before he could take action, another idea flashed in his mind.
The coldness of the cold marrow is so powerful, I wonder if it can be absorbed and fused with the Shura Holy Fire?
I remember that in the original work, Han Li's Violet Extreme Fire tried to fuse with the cold marrow. Although it failed in the end, in comparison, Yang Qian's Shura Holy Fire was more powerful. I don't know if it can be done.
With this thought in his mind, Yang Qian poured the silver beads in the jade dish back into the vial, and he opened his fingers politely, and suddenly a purple flame appeared in his hand.
He turned it over with one hand, and the purple fireball immediately turned into a small light curtain, sealing the bottle mouth tightly.
Then Yang Qian made a seal with his other hand and muttered something in a low voice.
I saw a flash of purple flame, and in the sound of the chant, the flames on the light screen began to rotate on their own, getting faster and faster.
After a while, a wisp of silvery cold air slowly emerged from the mouth of the bottle, as beautiful as a dream.
Yang Gan let out a low scolding and raised his hand to create a purple magic spell.
As soon as the light curtain absorbed this technique, it immediately trembled and turned into a fist-sized fireball, tightly wrapping the cold air in it and sealing it tightly.
Yang Gan then raised his hand to put the lid back on the vial, and waved at the purple fire ball with his other hand.
The fireball flashed and immediately shot towards Yang Qian.
Yang Gan opened his mouth and swallowed the purple fireball and the silver cold air directly into his belly. He then sat cross-legged and slowly closed his eyes, as if he had entered another world.
At this moment, in Yang Qian's Dantian, a two-inch Nascent Soul opened its bright eyes, as clear as mountain spring water.
In front of it, the purple fireball was slowly turning, with a little silver ball flashing inside.
Yuan Ying blinked his eyes, and immediately made a seal with his small hands. Purple spiritual light emanated from his body, and a series of spells were shot out from his hands.
As the magic formula fell, the purple fireball exploded and burned completely. The silver light group in its body also turned into silver flames, and began to intertwine and merge with the purple flames.
Yang Qian's body outside had no expression on his face. He was completely in trance and motionless.
Yang Qian stayed in the house for a day and a night. Although the Taoist temple master was a mortal, he knew some things about cultivating immortals in the Taoist sect, and he vaguely guessed Yang Qian's identity, so no one disturbed him during this period. Yang Gan.
When Yang Qian finally opened his eyes in the room, there was a hint of disappointment on his face.
"The cold air in the cold marrow cannot be fused with the Purple Extreme Fire at all. It seems that this thing can only be used as a material now. It should be used to refining the snow crystal beads." Yang Qian whispered helplessly, He immediately opened his mouth, and with a soft "pop" sound, a crystal clear ball ejected from his mouth and floated several feet in front of him.
Looking at the thing in front of him, Yang Qian raised his hand, and the vial containing cold marrow appeared in his hand.
With his fingers brushing, the bottle cap flew up on its own, and he immediately slapped the bottom of the bottle with his other hand. Suddenly, a drop of silver beads flew out of the bottle, and disappeared into the snow crystal beads.
Without saying much, Yang Qian made a hand gesture and opened his mouth. Another wisp of purple baby fire spurted out from his mouth, instantly wrapping the ball in it and burning it quickly.
Looking at the flame ball calmly, Yang Qian closed his eyes again. It would not take much time to refine this bead again. It would be enough to refine the snow crystal bead before the big auction.
With this thought in his mind, he controlled the wisp of infant fire with his spiritual thoughts and began to condense the treasure in front of him bit by bit. (End of chapter)