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"Hey, there is actually someone over there to refine the alchemy!"

While walking around, the Narcissus suddenly discovered a white-haired fairy in a Taoist robe in front of him, sitting upright above the clouds, with a three-legged purple jade stove floating in front of him.

The copper furnace is translucent purple all over, which allows people to see the internal refining techniques.

Yu Chen glanced at it and said that the old cultivator who refined alchemy still had some skills and could extract 70% to 80% of the essence of the elixirs placed in it. Most of the useless medicinal properties and impurities were burned away. Although it was wasted, it could ensure that the use rate of the elixir was about 60%.

According to the information he just saw on the platform, he is a qualified alchemist.

The Sanxian beside him looked at it and smiled, "That one is Shanhuai Taoist, and he can be regarded as a famous Sanxian in our East China Sea. Unfortunately, he was injured when he broke through in his early years. A ray of Yin Qi in his body did not transform and his realm could not be improved. He turned to various skills, especially after the platform and group of immortals appeared, he had certain achievements in refining alchemy, making tools and drawing talismans."

"Speaking of this, I have learned the method of alchemy under him for a period of time in the past. If fellow Taoist Xuantai is interested, you can buy one or two pills from him, or ask him to help you refine some pills. The efficacy of the pills can be guaranteed."

After telling Hou Yuchen what he knew, the immortal Xuantai Narcissus beside Hou Yuchen, he took the lead and started to communicate with the old Taoist Shanhuai who collected the elixir.

"So it's Yun Lian, you! Why did you have time to run to the old Taoist? Did you think of some alchemy techniques? Are you planning to compare them with me?"

The Taoist Shanhuai said while cleaning the purple jade elixir furnace at his hand. Although the technique can be seen as a technique recorded in the Hongdao Records, the subtleties also have some personal characteristics.

Yun Liansanxian responded with a smile: "Forget it, old Taoist, you are the same as me, and you can only refine some phytological medicines. Once it involves first-class gold and stone, there will be problems."

"Then are you introducing me to the business?"

As he said that, Taoist Shanhuai looked at Yu Chen and Xuantai Narcissus walking with Yunlian Sanxian. When he saw Xuantai seemingly moved, he couldn't help but smile kindly and said happily: "You are Yunlian's friend, I can give you some discounts, how about it?"

When Xuantai Narcissus heard this, he couldn't help but look at Yu Chen. In his impression, although Yu Chen was not talking, he had a wealth of wealth. He was able to buy spiritual materials at will and had a wide range of knowledge. He could get high scores that he could not even imagine during the first exam.

Yu Chen looked at Xuantai's gaze and knew what he was thinking. After a moment of silence, he said: "When fellow Shanhuai was refining elixirs, although it consumed a lot, he used a total of thirty-two alchemy techniques to extract and separate the medicinal properties in the spiritual medicine in sequence to ensure the purity of the elixir and its ability is still trustworthy."

When the old Taoist Shan Huai said this, he showed a happy expression on his face and looked at Yu Chen and asked, "It can be seen that I have used thirty-two kinds of alchemy skills just now. I think I am a fellow Taoist. I wonder how many points did the Taoist get in the first alchemy method in the Hongdao Records?"

When Xuantai Narcissus heard this, he said casually: "This fellow Taoist has just left the customs and is not very clear about the platform. He hasn't tested it yet. However, he got ninety points in the first exam."

"So awesome."

Yun Liansan Xian looked surprised. Most of the contents of the first examination of the Hongdao Records were based on 300 questions. The contents of the first 180 questions were quite simple and were screened based on the magical breath of the person. As long as they were not the kind of immortal who swallowed the pills and became unknown, they could answer about 150 questions correctly.

The trouble is the last one hundred and twenty questions. The contents of these questions are randomly selected from the alchemy and tools, divination and geomancer, without any rules.

A monk like Shanhuai Taoist who is stuck in a state that cannot be broken through and has certain achievements in three aspects: alchemy, instrument making and talisman drawing, his grades only change from 65 to 75 to 65.

Yuchen was able to pass the 90s of this exam. Even if the questions he encountered happened to be what he was good at, his ability and knowledge were far beyond the reach of ordinary immortals.

"I wonder how good my friend has achieved in Wuwen and Shenwen?"

After hearing Yuchen's achievements, the old Taoist Shanhuai seemed to remember something, took out a broken catalog from his sleeve and said, "This thing is a treasure that I accidentally obtained in my early years, but the patterns on it are too old and I didn't recognize any of them until I got the platform."

"I also learned after studying in the Hongdao Records that the contents in this catalog are the patterns of witchcraft and divine teachings. Unfortunately, the contents inside are a bit incomplete, and the characters used are relatively rare. Even with the Hongdao Records as an auxiliary, I couldn't analyze much content, but I just knew that this thing was probably a sacrificial text."

After the words of Taoist Shanhuai fell, Yun Liansanxian beside him stretched his head curiously and looked at it, saying strangely: "Since you know it is a sacrificial text, then what do you still care about doing? Looking at the aura of almost no power, you know that the owner of the sacrificial text is not dead, it is not much different. What's the use of analyzing it? Old Taoist, are you planning to believe in the ancient god who is almost the same as death?"

When Taoist Shanhuai heard this, he smiled and said, "I took the injury for this thing in the past, but after buying it, I never had any results. It was almost my heart disease. Today, I finally met a person with extensive knowledge, so I naturally wanted to ask for a lesson."

When Yun Liansanxian heard this, he exposes the thoughts of the old Taoist Shan Huai without hesitation.

"Come on, what else are you pretending in front of me? Although it is very troublesome to analyze the wizard and the god patterns for me, it is not easy for those who are the most powerful on the platform to analyze the sacrificial text. After all, you are still unwilling to give up and want to bet on whether the content of the sacrificial text is useful to you. Otherwise, you would have used this thing to ask those seniors."

"Hey!" Shan Huai Laodao just sighed and did not refute. It was obviously accusing Yun Liansanxian's words.

"Let me take a look." Yu Chen reached out to take the catalogue. When he saw it, his expression changed slightly. There were light or dark lines in the catalogue, like the divine patterns and Wu Wen of the snake shadow, which were simply not more familiar to him.

The moment Yu Chen recognized these divine patterns and Wu Wen, the snake shadows immediately left their position, layered and densely spread on the catalog, independent of each other and superimposed on each other, connecting a little breath in the dark, turning into a huge phantom with nine green all over the body, snake skin and tiger spots.

‘The sacrificial text belonging to Xiang Yao!’

Feeling the other party's power descending, Yuchen dared not suppress it. Now, the divine nature of this person is still there under Bailu Island. If this phantom is really taken, the situation between Qing Wan and the other two will be reversed immediately.

He sighed in his heart, Yu Chen bounced his fingers, and a light of inspiration followed the connection, heading against the current, colliding with the huge phantom.

Xiang Yao, with the sacrificial text and himself, had a little connection in the dark, and the power he descended suddenly stopped in the air. The nine heads wandered, and the largest snake head stopped in front of the spiritual light that Yu Chen shot out. The red snake eyes reflected Yu Chen's face.

"Your breath makes me feel familiar!"

Xiang Yao's voice was conveyed in the void. He stared at Yu Chen. A nearly real ferocious and strange aura flowed in the snake's pupils. The strong murderous intent and devouring ** were hidden in it, making anyone who looked at him feel fear.

"I was the one who analyzed the tribute."

Yuchen explained casually, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Xiang Yao: "No, it's not just the reason for the sacrificial text, you should have stopped me from breaking away from the seal. And you should have other contacts with me."

After saying that, Xiang Yao stared at Yu Chen for a long time and said slowly: "You cleaned it up very clean, I can't see it, but if you need to clean it up, what kind of origin are you? Are you a descendant of my bloodline, or a monk who took away my power?"

A little bit of spiritual light flashed in the snake's eyes, revealing the power of Xiang Yao that was descending at this moment. He was not a simple reckless man. His wisdom was not necessarily worse than those monks of the same realm.

Yuchen sneered: "Is there any difference between the two?"

"There is a difference. The former betrays his own bloodline and betrays me as my ancestors, and the sins are unforgivable. If the latter believe in me for the reason, I am still willing to forgive his recklessness and even give him some kind of blessing."

Xiang Yao's snake head fell a little, and he got closer to Yuchen: "Cultivator, make your choice, whether to choose to be my relative or to be hostile to me."

"Hahaha!"

Yuchen couldn't help laughing. He looked at Xiang Yao's phantom and asked, "I remember you have been sealed by King Yu under the stage of the emperors. Now that you can divide this little power, it is already the limit. Do you still want to really return?"

"ignorance!"

Although he knew that Yuchen was deliberately angering himself and wanted to obtain more information, Xiang Yao, as the evil god, obviously could not accept that he was treated like this, and his cold voice echoed around him.

"That guy Dayu, although he sealed me, he could not kill me, and the power of the Emperors' Platform is constantly declining. So, are you really the only one who has the power in front of me?"

After the words fell, the eight wandering snake heads opened their huge mouths at the same time, and turbid streams of bubbles, black, red, brown, or purple, spewed out from them.

These liquids intertwined and merged in the air, turning into the most violent torrent, completely submerging Yu Chen's figure, and the foul smelly fog evaporated, obscuring the surrounding perception of spiritual sense.

After spitting out venom, the eight heads quickly shriveled and withered, turning into little ashes and floating and disintegrating. The nine snake gods were left with only one head in the center.

Moreover, the originally huge phantom was much weaker, leaving only less than two-thirds of its length.

Xiang Yao, who sacrificed most of his strength, did not stay for a long time and turned into a stream of light and continued to fly down.

Yu Chen, trapped in the venom, didn't care, but turned into a ray of inspiration again. Then, the ray of inspiration turned into a sword weapon decorated with a lotus-shaped windmill at the end.

The windmill turned, and a wisp of invisible sword energy fell, and came first, catching up with Xiang Yao's power and putting one into two parts.

Less than one-tenth of the power fell into Bailu Island, slightly strengthening the power of Jiuying below, and using this to remind Qingwan and the other two to pay more attention.

Nine out of ten of the power was taken by Yuchen, divided into three parts, and the spiritual part was crushed directly to view the content; some of the power was taken into Yuchen's hands for subsequent deduction or curse; the last part was re-injected into the catalog, allowing the sacrificial text that had lost its power to return to its original appearance.

Of course, the repaired sacrificial text is different from the previous one. Yuchen modified some of the contents. If someone really uses this sacrificial text to sacrificial text, it will be more harmful than beneficial to Xiang Yao.

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Yuchen couldn't help laughing. He looked at Xiang Yao's phantom and asked, "I remember you have been sealed by King Yu under the stage of the emperors. Now that you can divide this little power, it is already the limit. Do you still want to really return?"

"ignorance!"

Although he knew that Yuchen was deliberately angering himself and wanted to obtain more information, Xiang Yao, as the evil god, obviously could not accept that he was treated like this, and his cold voice echoed around him.

"That guy Dayu, although he sealed me, he could not kill me, and the power of the Emperors' Platform is constantly declining. So, are you really the only one who has the power in front of me?"

After the words fell, the eight wandering snake heads opened their huge mouths at the same time, and turbid streams of bubbles, black, red, brown, or purple, spewed out from them.

These liquids intertwined and merged in the air, turning into the most violent torrent, completely submerging Yu Chen's figure, and the foul smelly fog evaporated, obscuring the surrounding perception of spiritual sense.

After spitting out venom, the eight heads quickly shriveled and withered, turning into little ashes and floating and disintegrating. The nine snake gods were left with only one head in the center.

Moreover, the originally huge phantom was much weaker, leaving only less than two-thirds of its length.

Xiang Yao, who sacrificed most of his strength, did not stay for a long time and turned into a stream of light and continued to fly down.

Yu Chen, trapped in the venom, didn't care, but turned into a ray of inspiration again. Then, the ray of inspiration turned into a sword weapon decorated with a lotus-shaped windmill at the end.

The windmill turned, and a wisp of invisible sword energy fell, and came first, catching up with Xiang Yao's power and putting one into two parts.

Less than one-tenth of the power fell into Bailu Island, slightly strengthening the power of Jiuying below, and using this to remind Qingwan and the other two to pay more attention.
Chapter completed!