Chapter 188: The Tribulation of Dan Formation

"A ten-thousand-year-old blood ginseng and a ball of heavenly silk. What you have in Jinguang Pavilion is really similar to Zhigang Palace."

Wei Zhong once disguised his identity to eliminate foreign enemies for Zhigang Palace, and he received these two things as reward.

"It turns out that Master Wei also knows that Zhigang Palace has these two things in his hands, and he is telling the truth. They were obtained by us jointly exploring a secret realm.

"Unfortunately, that place was developed by my family many years ago, but now it is..."

"Okay, I don't mean to force you to reveal the location of the secret realm. I just think it's a bit strange for your two rival sects to unite to explore the secret realm."

Jia Pingjian smiled awkwardly:

"Although our two families occasionally have conflicts, they can't be said to be hostile..."

Wei Zhong nodded:

"It is not easy to refine a fourth-level magic weapon. You will come back to pick up the sword in two months."

Wei Zhong waved his hand, Jia Pingjian bowed his hand and then slowly withdrew.

Sensing that this person had left Qingbo Island, Ling Ziwei and the two of them came up to him.

"My husband is so confident in refining a fourth-level magic sword? You didn't even mention the compensation in case of failure?"

"It's just an ordinary fourth-level magic sword. With your husband's ability, you can capture it easily."

Then he looked at the sky silk in his hand. Back when he gathered at the Chamber of Commerce, Wei Zhong had collected several clumps of this silk in order to refine the colorful golden bamboo umbrella. Now that he had obtained another portion, he had enough to refine the fourth-level robe.

"I happen to have a few balls of heavenly silk on hand, so I can refine some fourth-level robes for us. As for you, Ling'er?"

Wei Zhong took his wrist and checked his cultivation level.

"In the late stage of foundation building, it is about the ninth level. It is still far away from the peak. I haven't slacked off in practice. I still have at least fifty years of longevity, and there is hope for forming pills."

Hearing Wei Zhong's murmur, a hint of joy appeared on the latter's face, and then he heard Wei Zhong continue to ask:

"How is the entry of spiritual roots?"

Xie Linghua shook her head:

"After the master left, Ling'er tried the "Spirit Planting Method" twice. Although both were successful, she is still far away from the high-grade spiritual roots."

"If your spiritual roots are not of the highest level, there is still a risk in forming pills. During the next period of time, in addition to practicing, you should hurry up and cultivate your own vitality."

Then he took out a pile of blue-patterned glass stones, more than two hundred of them.

These parts were collected from several Jiedan families under the Wang family, and some were obtained from the Yunji Chamber of Commerce.

"These quantities are probably enough for you to enter the high-grade spiritual root. If it is not enough, you can come and ask me for it."

Xie Linghua accepted it with joy, and Wei Zhong looked at Ling Ziwei again.

The opponent's cultivation level has not increased significantly in recent years, and is still in the middle stage of pill formation.

This is the current situation of most alchemy monks, rather than Wei Zhong's rapid progress.

"Does Ziwei need to switch to other skills to practice this "Spirit Planting Method"?"

The other party thought for a moment and chose to refuse:

"It's not necessary for the moment. I have been practicing this technique for hundreds of years. If I change it rashly, I may not be able to progress at such a speed.

"Besides, I still have plenty of time, so I may not be able to use high-grade spiritual roots to sprint towards the Nascent Soul.

"If it fails, it won't be too late for me to switch to another technique."

Wei Zhong nodded. Ling Ziwei was not very old and could be said to be wealthy enough in the realm of pill formation.

Even if one reaches the pinnacle of pill formation with such qualifications, one will still have at least more than a hundred years of life left, which is enough to change the martial arts and spiritual roots.

Seeing that he had a plan in mind, Wei Zhong stopped trying to intervene.

After giving some instructions to the two about their cultivation, he returned to the cave and began to deal with the matter of the fourth-level magic sword.

Black and red flames emerged from Wei Zhong's palm. At this time, with Wei Zhong's profound cultivation, there is no problem in supporting this flame for use in refining elixirs and refining weapons.

As soon as the flames touched the ground, a black evil spirit spurted out from it and headed straight towards Wei Zhong's face door.

Fortunately, a group of black water blocked it.

"If it is really a spiritual material that is full of evil energy, how overbearing will the fourth-level magic weapon made from this material be?"

Thinking of Jia Pingjian, a monk who formed a pill, would he dare to use a fierce weapon made of such materials?

It is already difficult for a Danjie monk to control a fourth-level magical weapon, not to mention such a magical sword that is full of evil aura.

It is powerful, but it hurts both the enemy and yourself.

"Let's practice. If possible, try to restrain the evil spirit..."

The flames continued to burn, and the Earthly Nightmare Gold gradually turned into a liquid substance mixed with gold and black.

Tempering the body, shaping...

A month passed, and this fourth-level magic sword began to take shape in Wei Zhong's hands.

"The rest is to draw the runes, sharp and restrained, preferably with a touch of purity, and..."

In two months, Wei Zhong finally succeeded in refining these magic swords.

Looking at the magic sword with a black background and gold threads interspersed throughout the sword in front of him, Wei Zhong nodded with satisfaction.

"This can be regarded as my highest masterpiece in refining the fourth-level magic sword. The blending of various spiritual materials has reached the ultimate level that I can master, and the power of the magic weapon is also the same."

When he raised his sword, there was no whistling sound as it cut through the air. Instead, it was not much different from an ordinary iron sword.

This is because all the power of the magical weapon is restrained within the sword body by the runes.

Only by injecting spiritual power to unlock the restrictions will it reveal its original appearance.

"Not bad, but if there is moonlight sand and Baiyun Gold, this sword should be upgraded to the middle grade. But this time I am refining the weapon for others, so there is no need to spend such effort.

"As far as this sword is concerned, the two items Jia Pingjian took out are already a huge advantage."

After taking the sword out of retreat, Wei Zhong handed it to Pavilion Master Jia who had been waiting here for a long time, and warned:

"This sword contains evil spirits. Don't use it if it is not necessary. It is easy to kill the enemy, but it is not difficult to hurt yourself. A cultivator in the middle stage of Jindan can only swing one sword at most. Even Pavilion Master Jia can only swing two swords at most. If he swings more, his life will be in danger."

Jia Pingjian took the sword half-believingly and half-doubtingly, thanked Wei Zhong and left.

Wei Zhong sent it out of the spiritual island, turned around and returned to the cave, with a ball of black spiritual fire in his hand.

[Golden Flowing Flame·Grandmaster (1%)]

"This spell is progressing quickly, much faster than the Black Water Spirit Clothes."

Considering that he often uses it to refine pills and weapons, and even uses it against enemies, it is equivalent to daily high-intensity practice, so such progress is reasonable.

"The black flame is absolutely the fourth level, but it also increases the consumption of spiritual power. It's okay to use it against the enemy, but it's better to use a lower level for daily alchemy and refining."

The black flame differentiated, and the color gradually faded, black-red, golden-red, golden...

The random upgrade and downgrade of the spiritual fire showed that Wei Zhong's control over the golden flame was further deepened.

"I wonder what the peerless level is like? Flying and breath-holding techniques all condense spell runes. Will they also condense runes of golden flames?"

Wei Zhong thought about it and put away the flame.

It took seventy or eighty years to go from the master level to the grandmaster level. It's unknown how many hundreds of years it will take to reach the peerless level.

It's useless to consider this matter at this moment.

Wei Zhong walked to the Golden Thunder Bamboo Forest, observed the growth of the main Golden Thunder Bamboo plant, and casually cut off a thousand-year-old Golden Thunder Bamboo.

This plant is about two thousand years old, which is considered to be one of the older ones in the bamboo forest.

Xie Linghua's foundation-building cultivation is becoming more and more perfect, and she needs to prepare one or two secret treasures for the tribulation.

"Thousand-year-old golden thunder bamboo, matched with third-level spiritual silk, and mixed with some heavenly silk, to refine a seven-color golden bamboo umbrella..."

A month later, a blue-gold spiritual umbrella was produced, with a third-level middle grade.

"This thing is probably more than enough to deal with the Dan-forming thunder tribulation."

The handle of the spiritual umbrella is hollow, and inside it is the spirit-absorbing rune drawn by Wei Zhong, which is used to extract the spiritual power in the spirit stone to power the spiritual umbrella and reduce the burden on the user.

In this way, even if Xie Linghua is at the foundation-building level, it is not a big problem to use this umbrella.

"To be on the safe side, it is better to refine another third-level robe. In addition, another soul-summoning pill needs to be refined. At this point, the heart demon tribulation and thunder tribulation are both taken care of, and the Dan-forming tribulation can be considered to be dealt with without worry."

Spirit Flame has just been promoted, and Wei Zhong is particularly handy in refining pills and tools, and he is even more reluctant to leave.

In half a year, he not only refined a third-level lower-grade robe with thunder-proof effect, but also refined a fourth-level robe for himself and Ling Ziwei.

After Wei Zhong absorbed the experience of recent Qi refining, he refined it with the golden flowing flame after promotion. The power is a little better than the robe given to the Shadow Moon Sect that day.

It has strong defensive ability and is mixed with some magic-proof effect. It has a certain damage reduction ability against the five elements magic or thunder magic.

It can be said to be the culmination of Wei Zhong's current weapon refining level.

Ten years have passed, and the golden thunder bamboo has not entered the ten thousand year age, but Xie Linghua's cultivation has entered the perfect foundation.

"Your spiritual roots are still a little bit worse now. Have you really considered whether to form a pill at this time?"

The latter nodded heavily. Seeing this, Wei Zhong sighed and stopped dissuading.

"I have prepared everything I can for you. Although there is a high probability that you can survive this catastrophe, there are always unexpected things."

"Master, there is no need to dissuade me. Ling'er has made up her mind."

Xie Linghua knew that she was old. If she continued to wait, her body would continue to weaken. By then, even if she could forge a top-grade spiritual root, I am afraid that the hope of successfully forming a pill would not be too great.

'Master can form a pill with a medium-grade spiritual root, why can't I do it? '

"In this case, you should start preparing. All the things for forming a pill and overcoming the catastrophe are handed over to you. Take good care of them."

Then Wei Zhong and Ling Ziwei left the cave together.

Ling Ziwei said with a sad face:

"Husband, can sister Ling'er form a pill this time?"

Wei Zhong shook his head:

"I don't know. Although the medium-grade spiritual root has the possibility of forming a pill, it also depends on its opportunity and luck.

"I have made all the preparations for it. If it still doesn't work, I can only wait for its spiritual root to be promoted before trying again. "

Ling Ziwei sighed:

"The speed of our progress still puts too much pressure on her, especially since the news of my husband's status as a fourth-level weapon refiner came from Yunzhou City a few years ago.

"Sister Ling'er has been practicing harder and harder, and has not rested for many years in seclusion. If it weren't for my husband's return this time, I'm afraid she would have practiced to the peak of foundation building in one breath before coming out of seclusion..."

At this point, Wei Zhong could only sigh in his heart. He and Ling Ziwei naturally moved forward step by step. It was impossible to stand still and wait for her on this road of practice.

Wei Zhong tried his best to remove the restrictions of resources and qualifications. If such conditions could not be met, then Wei Zhong would have no other choice.

Just as Wei Zhong was thinking, a huge cyclone of spiritual energy hovered over Lingdao.

Clouds and mists spread over the entire Lingdao. This was the strange phenomenon caused by Xie Linghua's practice of "Qingyun Jue" absorbing spiritual energy from the outside world.

Everyone on Lingdao couldn't help but stop and watch this scene.

"What is this?"

The coverage of the clouds was getting wider and wider, not only covering the sky, but also spreading to the bottom of the Spirit Island.

Wei Zhong frowned, and with a moment of big hand, he restrained all the cloud energy to the sky above the training room.

Ling Ziwei also linked up with the spirit island magic circle in a similar way.

A large amount of free spiritual energy was drawn by the formation and poured into the training room below.

Only then did the clouds stop spreading.

The spiritual energy cyclone lasted for a hundred days before slowly dissipating at noon on a clear day.

"The pill condensation has passed, and the next step is the inner demon tribulation."

Before Wei Zhong finished speaking, black clouds suddenly gathered on Qingbo Island.

"Passed it, so fast!"

Ling Ziwei's voice was full of surprise.

In the sky above our heads, black clouds gathered and gradually took shape.

Xie Linghua's body escaped from the training room, glanced at Wei Zhong and Ling Ziwei at the side, and then smiled.

Soaring up, breaking away from the formation and heading straight towards the Thunder Tribulation.

"Husband."

Ling Ziwei's hand tightly grasped Wei Zhong's robe, and Wei Zhong patted his palm gently to express comfort:

"It's okay, Ling'er is more prepared than you and me for going through the tribulation."

The pill condensation has been completed, the inner demon tribulation has passed, and what is left is the thunder tribulation.

If you survive this calamity, you will achieve the position of forming the elixir.

If it fails, it will turn into a handful of ashes.

There is absolutely no turning back.

Wei Zhong raised his head and looked up at the sky. At this time, the thunder calamity had condensed and formed, and the first thunder struck straight down towards Xie Linghua.

Xie Linghua's face was determined, and the clouds in her hands condensed into a ball, wrapping herself in it.

Thunder and lightning split the white clouds until they were charred black and turned into fly ash, revealing the calm-looking Xie Linghua inside.

He didn't use magic weapons to resist, he just used his own magic body and defensive spells to catch it.

But this is only the first thunder tribulation, and there are eight more powerful thunders behind it.

The second way, the third way...

Finally, during the fourth thunder tribulation, Xie Linghua had to take out the colorful golden bamboo umbrella that Wei Zhong had prepared for her.

The power of the Core-forming Thunder Tribulation was extraordinary. Even from dozens of miles away, other monks felt this mighty power.

Many monks were attracted by it and moved closer to Qingbo Island.

Wei Zhong's consciousness seemed to be sensing it, and he escaped into the magic circle and activated the five elements puppets in it. The magic circle expanded five miles, forming five giants towering into the clouds to guard the four directions.

The giant roared:

"Form the elixir to overcome the tribulation, and the idle people will retreat!"

The roar carrying the coercion of the core spread for dozens of miles, and the monks who came to see the excitement stopped quickly, with horror on their faces.

"Is this voice Master Wei from Qingbo Island? I didn't expect that the other person had returned secretly after going to Yunzhou City."

Wei Zhong's comings and goings were extremely low-key, and only people like Jia Pingjian who made deliberate inquiries could know about it.

More than ten miles away from Qingbo Island, a middle-aged man accompanied an old man floating in the air.

The old man spoke slowly:

"Zhengsheng, this is the third-level alchemist Master Wei you mentioned."

"Exactly. It's a pity that this person has never entered the fourth level. Otherwise, we wouldn't have to pay a big price and ask the fourth-level alchemists from the Chamber of Commerce to make alchemy."

The two people were Yao Zhengsheng and Lian Chengjue who came from Qingmu Sect.

Liancheng Jue has been at the peak of pill formation for many years. In recent days, the Qingmu Sect has finally relied on the supply of the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Range to raise enough elixirs. He is planning to go to Yunzhou City to find the Yunji Chamber of Commerce and plot something. A fourth-level treasure pill to attack the Nascent Soul level.

Wei Zhong's spiritual consciousness also discovered the two of them among the monks. He looked surprised, but then ignored them.

Instead, he stared at the nearby onlookers vigilantly to prevent any accidents.