The top-grade one is not something that the level six sect can expect. Even for the major eighth-level forces in the Tianmen, refining one-grade pill is a great investment, and it also has to bear the risk of failure. People from the Dan Sect such as Shannali are the most experienced.

Wang Chong saw clearly and understood that the elders were telling the truth with jokes, and at the same time, they also listened to those of them who had hope. There was no so-called miracle waiting on the endless road of elixir.

The lecture was over, and Elder Yimo, who was sitting on the high platform, turned into clouds and mist like nothingness, disappeared without a trace. The supervisor below is supplementing some rules and common sense in the alchemy hall. During the beginner's school period, he will definitely focus on learning some ninth-grade pills and eighth-grade pills.

The refining of a spiritual pill is only the minimum requirement. According to shape, spirit, Tao, effect, etc., the ninth-grade pill that seems to be exactly the same will also have great differences. Using the standards of the Alchemy Hall, you can give a score of one to ten. This score is included in the points. This is certainly something that the disciples of the Alchemy Hall must complete and are the key to accumulating points, and it is also a good opportunity for those attendees.

The Alchemy Hall will not force the attendees to perform alchemy homework according to the requirements of the Alchemy Hall, but if you have refined it, you can also hand it over to determine the scores. This will be counted as an additional bonus on your job points.

Therefore, whether it is a pill furnace or various materials, the formal disciples of the Alchemy Hall do not have to worry about anything. The Pill Hall will prepare them all, but if you are an auditor, you have to spend money on your own. Take the Pill Furnace as an example. There are all levels of the level. As long as you have enough money, you can even buy a super pill furnace that can be called a magical tool. It is said that using such a pill furnace to refine pills greatly improves the rate of pill production. In Tianmen, there is nothing that cannot be bought, only money is not enough.

It is also awesome system. It can easily concentrate resources and wealth by controlling the organization of the earth. To put it bluntly, it is to squeeze out major civilizations, but major civilizations are willing to accept it. But this is the price of advancement. If you don’t cultivate the golden elixir, you won’t enter the heavens, and you will never have a chance to make a comeback. This is the consensus of all civilizations, and for lower civilizations, cultivating the golden elixir is the only opportunity to turn things around.

Wang Chong didn't plan to buy it, and he couldn't afford it. He just learned about the price of renting a elixir furnace from the supervisor. It was a bit exaggerated. All his "assets" could only rent a low-grade elixir furnace for one day, just one thousand silver star stones.

Damn it? I'll rent a elixir furnace and then refine air? And I can only rent it for one day. Although the first day's alchemy class only explains the basic outline and does not assign homework to complete, Lao Wang has already begun to worry about his plan to cultivate alchemy.

Speaking of which, I also have support from Tianbao Street. After Margosso collected the so-called "protection fee", he would have a sum of money to Wang Chong's account every month. But that little money might be enough to bear the living expenses or martial arts resources of Tianmen, but if you want to refine alchemy, it would be really not enough to get stuck. After all, it is just a marginal block in the central area, and it is worth competing for some small organizations. It is really not worth mentioning that the "protection fee" of Wang Chong and Margosso is still very low...

Jonas, the Fliggy next to him, actually fell asleep. This guy seemed to be only a little more energetic when he was teaching at Elder Yimo. Later, Elder Yimo started chatting with everyone, and when the ordinary supervisors later taught various common sense rules, he was sleeping soundly, which means that fortunately this guy didn't snore, otherwise he would be beaten to death by the people around him.

Lao Wang was speechless. Is this guy completely uninterested in such a wonderful class? I really don’t know what this guy is doing here.

It was over now and was about to wake him up, but an acquaintance came to say hello.

"Wang Chong, we meet again."

Shannari walked over with a smile, which surprised Lao Wang. The woman gave him the feeling that she was always the snobbish fence-bearer. When she came to Tianmen, she was surrounded by many outstanding children from high-level forces. When she was tested for her spiritual quality yesterday, she got the most LOW Ding and was ridiculed. This woman didn't stay away from her?

"How does Tianmen feel?" Shanali asked Wang Chong with a smile.

"It seems that there is no change. Anyway, it is the same for humans, anywhere." Wang Chongming said, "Why do you come here like this, aren't your friends looking down on you?"

"You guys, don't be too rigid." Shannari smiled and blinked: "Tianmen is Tianmen after all. Even if they look down on them, most people still rely on their own identities and have to pretend."

Wang nodded, Shannali just came over to say hello, but in her own situation, she did not avoid suspicion, Wang Chong was a little confused. Lao Wang is not the second generation of demons here, the second generation of nobles, and is not that naive. Shannali is definitely a "rational" person, why are she interested in herself?

Just because he defeated Yin Jiao? The Yin Jiao's level is nothing here. Maybe he spent a lot of money to get it in and he picked it up.

"Boss, that girl seems to have an idea?" said Fliggy, "He is pretty good, I can't tell that you earthlings are also attractive."

"You think too much, she should have other purposes."

"Well, we are the purest friendship! Mine is yours!" During dinner, Jonas Fliggy said firmly that the table was filled with the 'fruits' he brought. Although Lao Wang criticized his style of not eating meat, these 'fruits' are really extraordinary, with a lot of spiritual energy in it. Whoever eats it knows that although the illusion tribe is only a level five civilization, because of its awesome weapon refining, it is really not ordinary rich. The nouveau riche in the divine realm is talking about the illusion tribe: "My dignity is your dignity!"

"Well, yes. If you get beaten outside, I will try to stand farther and never watch your good friend make a fool of yourself." Wang Chong patted his shoulder and said with certainty. Looking at the helpless Fliggy, Wang Chong couldn't help rolling his eyes, playing tricks with me, you were still playing with mud when I met me.

Lao Wang was immersed in the ocean of knowledge. Muzi was already out of the depths of the Styx River. Sitting in a black rocky land, more than a hundred steps forward was a dark forest of dead woods, which was also his current destination.

Today is his seventh day on the island.

It took him seven days to get here from the shore. He completely underestimated the horror of the island, the huge dead energy and the solemn spiritual pressure, pressing on him with a law-like power. Every step forward, he had to pay unbelievable strength and hardship.

This unexpected difficulty did not stop Muzi's perseverance and optimism. Although every step he took seemed to have experienced a terrible life-and-death battle, in addition to difficulties and dangers, Muzi also felt a sense of intimacy, hidden deep in the island. Whenever he fought against death energy and spiritual pressure, this feeling of intimacy would become obvious.

Of course, one of the fundamental reasons why Muzi is so optimistic is that on the first day he went to the island, he dug up the bones of an unknown creature in the beach on the shore. In terms of pragmatism to make the best use of things, Muzi dismantled the bones half and then pieced together to make a white bone skirt. Although the appearance is a bit too coquettish and his cold appearance of bald head, it is made of bones after all. Finally, the stall that had been naked for many days has been brought back to the private scope of civilization.

No doubt, this is very important! One of the signs of civilization moving from low-level forms to enter the advanced stage is to learn to cover up shame, which is a sign of the rise of personal consciousness and dignity.

So, with the clothes, Muzi gave more reasons to be optimistic. Soon he discovered a large area of ​​small flowers hidden in the black sand. When he flipped through the sand, the flowers would happily stand up to the sky and bloom towards the sky. The black and white petals were clustered into a ball, and when they moved with the wind, they were like strange smiling faces that wanted to scare people.

Muzi was indeed shocked, but it was not because of the little flower's face, but because of the energy contained in these flowers, eating one could make him feel hungry for several hours. So the food demand was guaranteed, and these ghost flowers were everywhere. As long as you were willing to dig the soil, you would definitely be able to see the black and white ghost face that was straightened up from the ground and trying to scare people.

The only thing that made Muzi feel frustrated was that he did not find any small animals that could be used for barbecue. Not to mention hares or other things, even small bugs did not see one or even ants.

But no matter what, Muzi is on the verge of this Hell Island - this is the name Muzi gave this strange island. Regardless of whether it has another name or not, for him, this is the Hell Island. The air and atmosphere are very similar to the legendary hell, with huge death aura, terrifying aura, thick white bones, and black sand are more like the accumulation of countless corpses after millions of years of decay.

Muzi also believed that he had a strange and inseparable fate with hell, so he felt close to this island. Moreover, the spiritual energy here had a strong negative aura, and this was the favorite "supplement" of the Life and Death Coffin. Under the matching of the Life and Death Coffin, the spiritual energy here was almost a complete fit with Muzi. However, Muzi was not in a hurry and rushed to absorb these spiritual energy. Instead, he slowly accumulated with the pace of the Life and Death Coffin slowly recovering. He felt that this was like building. How high a building could be built usually depends on how stable the foundation was.

Muzi calculated that the rest time of this round was over, and he stood up and it was time to move forward.

Taking a deep breath, Muzi focused his energy and looked at a big black tree not far away. After a long exhale, his breathing became fast and rhythmic. A trace of spiritual power was born from his body, which made him full of strength!

Mu Zi couldn't help thinking that if he met that guy again, he would definitely not be suppressed like that. Compared with before, he has become completely different now, from the inside out, from spiritual power to everything.

The strength of his whole body reached its peak. This moment of strength was unprecedented in the past. Muzi raised his head and looked at the woods not far away. He let out a hard roar. The full strength of his whole body poured towards his feet. Then he stepped out his right foot and stepped on the ground and made a loud sound like a drumbeat.

Boom! One step!

Boom, the dead aura deep in Hell Island was like a provoked bull, bursting violently, and the powerful pressure was like a mountain thrown towards Muzi, pressing layer after layer upon layer.

Muzi smiled, stepped out without hesitation on his left heel.

Dong! Step 2!

Dong! Dongdongdongdongdong...

In the tenth step, Muzi's knees made a cracked sound. He finally stopped and could not continue. At this time, he felt the heat inside his nose, and the blood rolled down from it, and quickly slid across his lips. Before his mouth could taste the salty taste of blood, the heat leaked through his chin again, and then it dripped on his chest and fell on the black sand.

Muzi was gasping for breath. All the power on his body, including spiritual power, had completely dried up, and there was no trace of power in his body. As if he was not satisfied, the rising spiritual pressure on Hell Island came on Muzi twice again, until Muzi was crushed on the sand and his whole face was almost planted to the ground. The huge spiritual pressure slowly retreated.

Muzi pulled his head out of the soil, then turned over and lay on the ground, and rushed over this round. He originally planned to run only seven steps, but because of his condition, he rushed three more steps, and the final result was more than three times the spiritual pressure he caused.

After a long time, Muzi's breathing returned to normal. He looked at his body's condition, which was a bit bad. The spiritual pressure would not cause external injuries to him, but the internal organs would twist and deform under that terrible pressure. Fortunately, the spiritual power played its due role, and the internal organs only had some bleeding and no huge trauma occurred.

This is enough. Muzi supported her body and then found the black and white grimace flowers. She only picked three of them and stopped. He was not greedy. Moreover, Muzi was not sure how long it would take to maintain purity and self-awareness after leaving the branches.

Muzi first ate one and put it into his mouth. The saliva in his mouth surged wildly. A wisp of spiritual power rushed from the tip of his tongue towards his esophagus. The moist feeling of hydration immediately filled every corner of his body. This was much more advanced than drinking water.

After chewing for a few times, Muzi swallowed the grimace flower. A gentle heat immediately dissipated from the body and circulated through the body through the blood. The bleeding of the internal organs quickly stopped under the nourishment of this force. The cracked small wound began to heal, neither fast nor slow, but today, it should be possible that he could only stop here.

After eating the third grimace flower, Muzi felt "full" and put down the life and death coffin and lay in. The lid of the coffin was closed and a coolness immediately covered it, which made Muzi's injury heal faster.

After devouring the special spiritual energy on the island, some basic functions were restored, which is why Muzi dared to take risks and challenge. However, at present, only auxiliary healing is more useful. The way to use other powers requires Muzi to slowly explore. After experiencing the journey to the Styx, the life and death coffin is obviously no longer the life and death coffin of the past. It is both familiar and unfamiliar, but no matter how it changes, it is still Muzi's life and death coffin.

Muzi woke up from his sleep on time. Late at night, the cold wind whistled the death of the Styx on the island, like a ghost soldier patrolling the territory of Pluto. Without the daylight in the underground clouds, the death energy on the island became even stronger. Muzi did not provoke the pressure of the dead energy spirit at this time. Now is also the best time for him to practice.

The extremely sensitive dead aura during the day is like a hibernating snake in the dark. As long as Muzi does not continue to step into the depths of the island, this dead aura will only circle calmly in the air.

Driven by Muzi, the five thunder techniques lit up from his hands one by one. This is no longer the illusion demon Five Thunder techniques that were first handed over to him. Not only that, the way of the techniques is also completely modified by Muzi. This is the biggest gain after stepping into Hell Island. Through the confrontation with the dead energy spiritual pressure, Muzi began to truly understand the greatness of this technique. His physique, or no human being can be suitable for the operation of this technique.

The greatest and most terrifying characteristic of human beings is to adapt to the environment and imitate learning, and then use these two as the basis to create something suitable for human beings.

However, Muzi's adjustment to the Five Thunder Method has nothing to do with Greatness. He just felt comfortable doing this, so he did it. This was an instinct that Muzi was so pure that even Wang Chong and Aiolos were jealous.

At this time, the five thunder and lightning spiritual power with different attributes gathered into his body under Muzi's control and became his spiritual power.

Muzi sighed and found the black grimace flower from the sand. This time he only ate one. After a few breaths, his body felt full again.

Muzi felt that this was the most suitable place for him to practice after coming to the Star Alliance. Even if he was lying in the coffin of life and death, he could slowly improve his spiritual power through the coffin of life and death.

Time flies, and the white horse passes through the gap. After many efforts, Muzi finally stepped into the center of the black forest with the spiritual pressure. However, the scene inside is even worse than he expected.

Those black trees were like barbecue after hellfire. The bark of coke like tree was connected by twisted red tendons. It looked like humans were burned by fire, half of them were charcoal and half of them were covered in blood. What was even more strange was that each black tree had a face on the trunk. These faces had different appearances, from young to elders, one by one. "They" were like living people, their eyes glowing with a sensation, staring at Muzi tightly.

In addition to the terrifying human-faced trees, there are some strange and dangerous black live vines, most of which are hidden underground, but there are also those hovering on those trees. They are alive and can act independently like snakes. Muzi calls this vine a snake vine.
Chapter completed!