Volume 1: Red Dust Sword Sect Chapter 40: Refining Dan

  Flames rising and falling, constantly changing in size with the ebb and flow of spiritual energy.

  A sprig of Red Moon Grass fell onto the flames, instantly turning into a ball of green liquid; the liquid was scorched by the flames and shrunk into a tiny bead smaller than a grain of rice.

  The moment the divine sense moved, the green bead was absorbed into a porcelain bottle under his hand. He turned back to look at Zhang Hao, who was still playing with excitement, and urged, "You little brat, this is just a first-grade Red Moon Grass, your speed is too slow, this flame can be decomposed, try controlling it with your divine sense!"

  Zhang Hao's heart skipped a beat as the flames suddenly split into two, then four, and finally eight.

  Watching the eight small fires jumping restlessly in front of him, he moved his divine thought; the eight red moon grasses flew into the flames and instantly turned into eight green beads.

  With a loud laugh, eight green beads instantly flew into the porcelain bottle.

  "Good, good!"

  Zhang Hao's fingers changed rapidly, and a series of illusory shadows danced around him. Flames intersected and circulated in a loop, while small green beads shot out like a swarm of green insects, flying towards the porcelain bottle.

  Staring at the countless flames in front of Zhang Hao, the green beads flew into the porcelain bottle like a swarm of fireflies, and Cang was smiling with satisfaction as he twirled his mustache.

  "Who would have thought that this little scoundrel had such a talent for refining equipment!" Shang thought to himself, his hands not stopping their movements as he chanted the incantation, and in front of him, three feet away from his chest, the yin-yang dual fires within the cauldron transformed into dragon and tiger shapes.

  Dragons play with fire, tigers roar in the blue sky.

  A black dragon and a white tiger appear and disappear incessantly, two balls of fire in the shape of strange beasts, confronting each other like enemies, flames suddenly rising violently.

  A stalk of spiritual grass, minerals rapidly thrown into the Fulong furnace.

  The rubicund gold ore that could not be melted by ten thousand fires began to melt at the edges, and a dark golden liquid emitted wisps of white mist.

  "Chiaki, rise!" Akane shouted.

  With a flick of his wrist, he formed the Seal of Universal Transformation, and the small, emerald-green beads inside the porcelain bottle swirled together like a thousand fireflies gathering at his fingertips, coalescing into a single drop of dark green liquid.

  "Go!" Yan Ling shouted in a low voice.

  Emerald green water droplets fell into the Fulong cauldron.

  The black dragon twisted its body and spat out a mouthful of black flames towards the sky.

  The white tiger's four limbs were pressed against the ground, and it raised its head to spit out a mouthful of red and white flames.

  Black and white blend into one, transforming into a black-and-white yin-yang diagram.

  The flames inside the Fulong Cauldron gradually went out, but on the inner wall of the ancient and simple cauldron wall, a small array of symbols hidden in the wall all lit up.

  The flame is introverted in the tripod, and it forms a uniform distribution inside the tripod. Not a single thread of flame overflows outside.

  The yin-yang diagram slowly sank down, and the ore in the cauldron completely melted into a **state. As the yin-yang diagram began to rotate, the black and white dragon and tiger separated from it, and the rotation speed gradually increased.

  Zhang Hao stood up straight, gazing at the solemn expression on Zhen's face, and quickly retracted his smiling demeanor, intently staring at the changes within the cauldron.

  The totem inside the tripod gradually dimmed, and the rotating **sank into the tripod, transforming into a virtual elixir shape. Several extremely small elixir pills surrounded the virtual elixir, also slowly rotating.

  The red pill is about two inches high and one inch short, spinning around continuously.

  Until the flames in the cauldron were all absorbed into the elixir, the virtual elixir turned into a real one, and a bright red light burst out from his whole body, then the light faded away, and everything returned to calmness.

  Haha, haha, he gazed longingly at the elixir pills successfully refined in the cauldron, and stroked his white beard with a pleased smile.

  "Was this refinement successful?" Zhang Hao asked with some disbelief as he gazed at the pellet in the cauldron that had become dull and unremarkable.

  Xiang looked at the elixir in the cauldron and smiled, "These ten Mother-Child Thunderbolt Pills, the mother pill has the greatest power. Now it only needs to absorb the thunderbolt's energy to unleash its might!"

  After listening to Shang's words, Zhang Hao took a closer look and found that next to the dan yuan in the cauldron, there were nine small pills the size of old mouse dung surrounding the mother pill, rotating rapidly.

  The fingers of the martyr are linked together in a virtual painting, guiding the surrounding heavenly and earthly spiritual energy.

  Only saw a cluster of surging spiritual energy gathering above his head.

  He pinched a talisman and tossed it into the air, where it suddenly ignited without any fire.

  In the distance, a rumble of thunder could be heard - boom, boom, boom... like the sound of ten thousand horses galloping forth.

  As the thunder rumbled above his head, Zhang Hao's divine soul inside him was slightly restless, stirring and twisting his illusory body, trembling faintly.

  When the Xiu Zhen realm is low and weak, there is an instinctive fear of thunder, especially for the divine soul. Zhang Hao was no exception.

  The law of change is in his hands, and the silver awns fly out from his fingers.

  The spiritual energy of heaven and earth suddenly dispersed, revealing the dark sky above.

  Ink-black clouds surged and rolled.

  Lightning flashed like a silver snake, twisting its body and illuminating everything around it with alternating brightness and darkness.

  "Damn old man, what are you doing? Don't get me killed!" Zhang Hao cursed in a flustered tone, gazing up at the oppressive and suffocating thick dark clouds above.

  "You stinky little brat, how can you be so useless? Are you going to become an immortal by crossing the tribulation in the future? Is this ordinary thunderbolt that scary?"

  He finished with a flourish, pointing to the sky and earth, looking up at the thick dark clouds above his head, a stream of spiritual energy shot out from his fingertips and suddenly met the silver snake in the sky.

  A deafening crash, as if a bomb had exploded right next to his ear.

  A buzzing noise in both ears.

  Rumbling, rumbling, amidst the thunderclap, was a hissing sound... a flash of lightning tore through the air.

  The elixir balls inside the Cauldron of the Crouching Dragon flew out from the cauldron, suspended in mid-air three feet above it by the inner fire. The mother and child elixirs began to rotate rapidly at the same time.

  "Smelly brat! Hurry up and lift the tripod!"

  Zhang Hao's face turned pale and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Would he be struck by lightning again?

  "Hurry!" Jiao urged anxiously.

  Zhang Hao turned his head and saw that the Tongtian Tower in his body had all flown out, standing on top of Xie's head, with silver snakes intertwined all over Xie's body, emitting a dense humming noise, zzz... The fine, dense sound was incessant, Xie's scattered silver hair danced in the wind, and the whiskers on his chin fluttered and danced, his entire body shimmering with silver light, like a Thunder God.

  Zhang Hao cursed in his heart: "Die, old man!" Qing drank a loud voice: "Desperate! At worst, I'll be chopped to death." He rotated the Wu Xue body-refining technique inside his body, and the Nine Yang energy spread all over his body. His figure flashed, and he held the cauldron with both hands, lifting it above his head.

  At least there was a strength of three Ding, this Fulong Ding although had five or six hundred pounds of weight, but Zhang Hao still lifted it up.

  Xiang saw Zhang Hao raise the Fulong Ding, his two fingers together, and shouted: "Go!"

  Only to see the countless thunderbolts that originally wrapped around him, rumbling and striking towards the Fow Dragon Cauldron.

  Dense and numerous electric snakes danced together, fine silver sparks surrounding the entire Fowlong Ding.

  Chirping... chirping... rustling... rustling sounds filled the air.

  Wrapped all over his body by the Thunderbolt Snake, Zhang Hao's entire body suddenly stood upright like a javelin, unable to express what kind of feeling it was, only that he felt himself exceptionally erect.

  The Nine Yang Qi is fully mobilized with all its might.

  Both hands are tightly attached to the outside of the Fulong Cauldron, and a certain object at the lower body is also proudly standing upright like a spear.

  His entire body's clothes burst open, the dense electric snakes were quickly absorbed by the Thunderbolt Pills inside the cauldron. The Thunderbolt Pills floated up and emitted a faint blue light, tiny lightning sparks danced within the pills. The electric snakes that weren't absorbed by the Thunderbolt Pills were all absorbed into Zhang Hao's body.

  Half an hour passed and the thunder on top gradually disappeared.

  Zhang Hao absorbed the Fulong Ding into his body and fell to the ground with a thud.

  He let out a deep sigh and said: "It's been half an hour already! Is it easy being a brother?"

  He glanced at Zhang Hao's still upright certain thing and smiled with interest: "A pure yang body, a true dragon among men, indeed not ordinary!"

  He couldn't help but burst into loud laughter after saying that.

  Inside Tianfeng Cave Mansion.

  Murong Xue's hands supported her chin, her face flushed red, and the image of that strange thing kept appearing in front of her eyes. That strange thing made her lose her composure and become flustered.

  At this moment, she had some regrets in her heart and used the Bagua mirror to monitor Zhang Hao.

  In an instant she stood up, her long sleeves sweeping across the table, and the Bagua mirror was put away by her. By the time she walked to the window, her face had returned to normal.

  Only Murong Xue herself knew that at this moment her cheeks were on fire, burning with shame.

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