Chapter 171 Three-pattern Xuantian Dan

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"I enter the Tao with ghosts, and what I cultivate is the foundation of the soul. You monks who only know how to swallow elixir and bitterness, also want to be my enemy? A small layer of Buddha light, do you also want to be a life-saving charm? Humph, I can't measure myself." Looking at the dull and solid Pudu Buddha light under the bombardment of countless ghosts, the withered butterfly said in a cold voice.

After saying that, his right hand was facing the position of the five people, with a flash of murder in his eyes and five fingers. All the ghosts swept over at the same time, completely covering the five people in the dense ghosts.

At this time, the withered butterfly suddenly shook its body and disappeared in place in an instant. The next moment, it appeared above the heads of the five people who were completely shrouded in ghosts.

The withered butterfly appeared above the heads of the five monks of the Incineration Sect, and his hands immediately patted down. An invisible force instantly patted the five people of the Incinerator, who had been completely submerged by countless ghosts, on the ground.

"Boom..." A loud noise came, and the five elders of the Incineration Sect, who were wrapped like a huge zongzi by countless ghosts, were like flies, and were slapped to the ground by the withered butterfly. A big hole came out.

However, through the cracks between countless ghost heads, you can still see the golden Buddha light flashing, burning the dense ghost heads one by one.

"Hey... There is no 'Tianluo Monument'. As soon as I meet a monk with a soul-broken magic weapon, I can't exert three levels of strength. The withered butterfly sighed, and his hand shook, and a gray rune with some strange runes appeared in his hand. As soon as Xiao Heng saw the rune on the seal in the hand of the dead butterfly, his brain couldn't help but feel dizzy. He quickly withdrew his eyes and was secretly shocked.

Looking at the five incinerator elders who were still struggling below, a cold light flashed in Lingkudie's eyes again and said in a low voice, "I won't play with you. Although you have soul-breaking magic weapons, your own strength is too low. Well, I'll give you a ride." After saying that, the seal in his hand immediately burned out a green flame, and the seal was burned into ashes in an instant.

With the stimulation of the seal in the hand of the withered butterfly, the countless ghost heads wrapped in the five elders of the Incinerator sect gradually dissipated. After a while, the five elders of the Incineration Sect, who were already exhausted at this time, gradually appeared.

At this time, in front of the five people, there was still a layer of Pudu Buddha light, isoling the layers of yin qi from the body.

At this moment, one of the lowest cultivation in the early stage of Yuanjing suddenly became confused, his face turned red, and his mouth immediately spit out a mouthful of blood. The originally dim spiritual light all over the body also flashed irregularly.

Before the other four people realized what was going on, one after another, their spiritual power began to run around, and their qi and blood flowed back. All of them spit blood, their faces are gray, and their faces are dead.

Then, the pupils of the five people were gradually lost color, and a trace of beastly ferocious gradually vines on the dead face.

Xiao Heng, who had not moved from beginning to end in the distance, was shocked when he saw this scene. The symptoms of these five people at this time were completely the reaction after being devoured by the heart demon.

Looking at this strange scene, Xiao Heng couldn't help looking at the withered butterfly that was looking at the five people coldly again. In my heart, I was even more afraid of the magic power of the withered butterfly. Just kidding, which monk who can repair the celestial mirror does not have at least a thousand ways to kill the enemy?

Looking at the five people of the Incinerator sect who gradually dissipated their consciousness, the withered butterfly waved his hand, and the dissipated ghost head condensed out again. Hundreds of ghost heads flooded five people again.

But this time, these five people are no longer inspiring the light of the Buddha. A sad scream that made people's back hairy, instantly penetrated into Xiao Heng's ears.

After a long time, the withered butterfly dissipated the yin qi that covered the whole world. At this time, the five monks of the Incinerator Sect have been bitten by the ghost head created by the yin gas, leaving only bones.

Five shining universe rings fell aside. The withered butterfly stretched out its hand to take a picture, and took all the five universe rings into her hand.

After a check, the withered butterfly was so happy that each of the two Qiankun rings took out a Shenxing stone and put it into its own Qiankun ring.

After checking it again, Ling Kudie's eyes lit up and threw a small jade box with a seal to Xiao Heng.

"It seems to be some kind of elixir for rapid improvement of cultivation. It's useless to me, but it's just right for you. Take it. The rest of the things are more or less useful to me, so I won't give them to you. With that, the withered butterfly put these five universe rings in the middle of his waist.

Xiao Heng happily took the small jade box, tore open the seal on it, and a thick green fog gushed out in an instant. Xiao Heng frowned, but he didn't expect that this thing would have this poisonous prohibition. If it hadn't been for the body of all poison, I'm afraid I would have died of poisoning.

When I opened the jade box, a strange fragrance suddenly came to my nose. Looking at it, there is a round white pill with three golden wavy lines lying quietly inside. The white fog around it condensed into the appearance of a small snake at this time. It seems to be full of aura.

"This is... Three-striped Xuantian elixir." Xiao Heng looked at the elixir in the jade box in his hand and thought about it for a long time before he suddenly thought of the name of a high-level elixir.

Three-patterned Xuantian elixir, a Xuanjing monk can be directly promoted to the first level, which can be said to be extremely valuable. However, because its medicinal power is too domineering, some monks will also have some symptoms of poisoning after taking it. Sometimes before they break through, they are poisoned to death. Therefore, this elixir is said to be tailor-made for Xiao Heng.

Xiao Heng did not hesitate to swallow this three-striped Xuantian elixir in one bite. Then he hovered in the air cross-legged and began to adjust the breath.

Seeing this, the dead butterfly couldn't help but smile bitterly. He had to stand beside him and wait for Xiao Heng to break through and wake up.

At this time, Xiao Heng only felt that after the medicinal power was exhausted, a pure Zhenyuan was desperately born in the meridians, and Xiao Heng was also desperate to condense Zhenyuan desperately. A share of Zhenyuan was quickly merged into Zifu by Xiao Heng.

Xiao Heng swallowed this three-patterned Xuantian elixir at this time. First of all, Xiao Heng is going to "visit" the Incineration Sect. It must be a big war. Although with the help of Lingkudie, the peak strong man in the middle of the sky mirror, Xiao Heng still felt that his strength was the real strength. In case the withered butterfly can't take care of it, it's you who will die.

And the second is refining at this time, which is also a lot of good for itself. The atmosphere of heaven and earth here has just been condensed by the withered butterfly and has not dissipated. At this time, with the help of such a strong atmosphere of heaven and earth, you may get twice the result with half the effort.

A stream of heaven and earth that has not yet dissipated is also gathered around Xiao Heng here. A strong spiritual fog has been formed.

With one mouth, Xiao Heng exhaled a turbid breath. Every time he breathes, Xiao Heng's breath will be significantly improved.

After about three hours, the spiritual fog around Xiao Heng suddenly shook, and a breath was much stronger than before. In an instant, Xiao Heng's body emanated.

Seeing this situation, I just want to say that the advanced success can be on the road. But he suddenly found that the spiritual fog that was shaken by Xiao Heng slowly moved towards Xiao Heng.

"Huh? Is it still breaking through? It won't be upgraded to two levels in a row, will it?" Ling Kudie's face changed, and she looked at Xiao Heng unexpectedly. Seeing that Xiao Heng was still closing his eyes and refining the medicinal power of the three Xuantian elixir. The withered butterfly no longer spoke, suspended beside Xiao Heng and protected Xiao Heng.

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