Authentic Magic Gate - Chapter 17

[Chapter 17]

Ye Ting took an elixir and swallowed it in his mouth. In just a breath of time, the infuriating energy in his body recovered nearly half. But if you want to stimulate Qinglian’s anger again, you need at least 60% or more of True Qi. If Qinglian Furious Sea were to add some other means of change, 80% of his true energy would be consumed.

And he can’t do anything other than this sword. The fighting techniques on the wasteland are crude, and killing wild beasts is laborious, not to mention facing the enemy in front of you.

A little silver light penetrated the tiger’s head, the tiger’s head was not damaged, and it bit the head of the iron-backed silver bear with one mouth. The strange thing is that the silver light did not dissipate, and at least hundreds of them penetrated into the body of the pock-marked cultivator.

The face of the pockmarked monk suddenly turned black, and all the pockmarks were no longer noticeable.

How could it be possible that the demon beast in the liquid condensation stage released the magic spell to break the talisman?

Ye Ting had to take a risk, but his true qi recovered to 60%. Unexpectedly, the pock-faced cultivator and the iron-backed silver bear fought a losing battle!

This kind of thing is quite rare. One of the head of the iron-backed silver bear was almost bitten off by the tiger’s head, and it must not survive. The pock-faced cultivator’s legs were trembling, the True Qi on his body was suddenly strong and then weak, and the black and purple on his face was the result of blood oozing out of his skin.

Ye Ting dropped the wooden sword, grabbed the dagger in the hands of the thin monk, and the storage bag around his waist, pushed the body down, and looked at the pock-faced monk.

“Save me…” Two words emerged from the throat of the hemp-faced monk.

Ye Ting gave him a bright smile and replied with two words: “No help.”

“I told you who… instigated… me, he…” The pock-faced cultivator said intermittently, but Ye Ting took two steps back and patiently waited for the pock-faced cultivator to die from the poison.

The bronze medal in the hands of the pock-faced cultivator flickered and fell to the ground with a snap, and the tiger’s head, which was still biting the iron-backed silver bear, disappeared.

Seeing the pock-faced cultivator fall to the ground, Ye Ting said, “Hey, are you dead?”

The pock-faced monk’s body twitched, Ye Ting shook his head, ignored him, turned around and cut off the thin monk’s head with the dagger in his hand and tied it to his waist. Then he walked towards the corpse of the iron-backed silver bear.

Monster beasts are different from humans, and when humans are in the liquid congealing stage, they have monster pills. The iron-backed silver bear’s sorcery is weird, it may be a mutated variety, and the quality of the demon pill will be much higher.

Seeing that Ye Ting was not fooled, the hemp-faced cultivator refused to approach him, and felt despair in his heart.

Is it worth losing your life for a Foundation Establishment Pill? He regretted so much, regretted listening to the fifth brother’s words. If he didn’t do this, he would at least still be an inner disciple of Dragon Control City. What’s the point of not building a foundation? After more than ten years, let it go outside, and there will be decades of prestige days.

He is dead, and there is still a son in Yulong City. Will the city owner let him go? It’s really funny. When I was planning to escape from Fengzhou, I didn’t think about the life and death of my child. Now that I’m about to die, that child has become a fetter that I don’t want to give up.

The dagger was sharp, Ye Ting cut open the chest of the iron-backed silver bear, reached into the right hand between the bones, and grabbed a khaki-yellow demon pill. The demon pill is the size of a fist, and it is full of potholes. It looks like a piece of dirt when thrown on the side of the road.

The storage bag couldn’t hold such a thing. Ye Ting opened the storage bag of the skinny cultivator and probed it, and found that it was very empty, and it looked like two feet square, but there was a jade bottle that caught Ye Ting’s attention.

Ordinary bottles containing low-level medicinal herbs are made of porcelain, with paper talismans attached to them to prevent the medicinal pills from mutating. This jade bottle is generally used to hold high-level medicinal pills, and it is equipment in itself.

Looking at the back of the bottle, there are two runes with the word “Foundation Foundation” written on it.

It turned out to be Zhuji Dan!

Foundation Establishment Pills are quite precious. If a liquid condensate cultivator fails to reach the Foundation Establishment realm, with the help of this medicinal pill, there is almost an 80% confidence in Foundation Establishment. If you eat it and you will fail, then this kind of aptitude is probably not suitable for cultivation, so you should rest.

However, the true disciples of the large sects hardly eat this stuff. For them, building a foundation is not a difficult level, the real difficulty is forming a pill. The number of such foundation building pills is very rare.

Because refining is not easy, Zongmen will not spend resources on ordinary inner disciples. Only sects other than sects, the members of the foundation-building period are more important, and the number is everything, so they will try to refine this kind of thing.

If it was Dragon City, he would consider investing in the Foundation Establishment Pill, and he would be able to cultivate one or two true disciples. Dragon Yucheng has a foundation pill, or to reward those inner disciples who have made great achievements, so that the disciples with slightly less aptitude have hope.

This means that in Dragon Control City, the foundation pill is very valuable.

Mo Xiezong is the best at refining this thing, and a foundation building dan will let the monks and families below compete for it. Ye Ting happily put the bottle back, what is the price of this thing in Dragon City? It seems to be ten white jade talismans!

Pills of the same level can only be sold for ten to twenty purple gold talismans. The exception is the Foundation Establishment Pill, not to mention the price, you can’t buy it with 1,000 purple gold talismans, only white jade talismans.

Ten white jade talismans, my income for the past year! Only the elders who formed the core could be willing to give out so much white jade talisman money.

The pock-faced cultivator was still twitching, the poison he was poisoned with was fast, and his death was slow. Such toxins usually make people feel boundless pain, and it is better to die early.

Ye Ting didn’t dare to risk approaching, the pock-faced monk’s breath of life was still there, he turned over the body of the iron-backed silver bear again, cut a hole with a dagger at the back and bottom of the skull, and stretched his hand in to feel it.

Sure enough, there is a second demon pill. It’s right for the master to let himself go to the Court of Love to study first.

The demon pills of monsters are basically in the heart, and the demon pills produced in the head basically have a trace of innate aura and are of high value. Although it can’t be used for his own Shifang Purgatory, selling it is dozens of times more expensive than the khaki-yellow demon pill.

Even though scattered cultivators knew it, they didn’t have the means to take pills. Even if they occasionally encountered demon pills that mutated from monsters, their innate aura was dissipated when they were picked, and their value became lower.

Huh? It seems that someone is approaching, the distance is too far, and his divine consciousness cannot reach!

Ye Ting was much more cautious now and didn’t want to take risks. He took out the wooden talisman and pinned it in his belt. There are many treasures on the body of the mutant iron-backed silver bear. Ye Ting had no time to deal with it, so he had to turn around and come to the vicinity of the pock-faced cultivator. He threw a stone from a distance and smashed it hard on the back of the pock-faced cultivator. , With a puff, the hemp-faced monk was smashed into blood.

Because there was no infuriating resistance, the pock-faced monk no longer twitched. Ye Ting stepped forward and grabbed the storage bag and cut his head with a dagger. He suddenly remembered that there was another piece of equipment, and turned to the ground to pick up the bronze medal.

The aura of the cultivator in the distance is approaching, and his consciousness can sense it.

At this time, Ye Ting’s infuriating qi had recovered by 80%. He turned and ran towards the gate where he came. Beside the body of the female bear, he stayed for a while, took the inner elixir of the female bear, and rushed to the place where he came, urging him. Hair wood charm.

After three breaths passed, a bronze gate appeared in front of him. Ye Ting stepped in. When he turned back, he saw a tall figure appearing on the hillside in the distance.

Whether he is an enemy or a friend, come back and talk about it.

Ye Ting was relieved when he saw the bronze door behind him closed. He opened the skin on the ground, washed his face with clean water, and ate a mouthful of dry food. Ye Ting adjusted his breath for a quarter of an hour before opening the storage bag of the hemp-faced monk.

That skinny cultivator had no money in his storage bag, but this pockmarked cultivator was different. There were three purple jade talismans lying there, and a jade bottle, which was also a foundation pill.

Inner sect disciple, five Ziyu Talisman money is distributed every month, it is estimated that it is too little to make ends meet.

This is also normal. Most of the medicinal pills in the condensing stage are ten purple jade coins, twelve in a bottle. The qualifications of the inner disciples are not as good as those of the True Inheritance.

There is no time to leave here. Ye Ting took off two human heads and put them in a huge skin bag. There are 18 days left to leave, and if you don’t put it away, it will rot.

Ye Ting didn’t feel any discomfort about murder. Life in the Northern Wilderness is cruel. Unfamiliar hunters are not cooperative. When they meet on a narrow road, it is even more dangerous than encountering wild beasts.

Ye Ting didn’t think about the matter of the two inner disciples. He simply slept on the ground for an hour. When he woke up, he was full of energy and in high spirits.

Ye Ting pushed open the second metal gate and walked through the long and narrow corridor. At the end was a closed hall. In the center of the hall, there were a hundred metal puppets in formation.

Ye Ting looked at the metal puppet carefully, and suddenly felt a little depressed. This metal puppet was clearly used as a target for the disciples of Dragon Control City.

He still remembered that this kind of puppet just stood there and didn’t move if you didn’t activate the infuriating attack. After entering the Qinglian Furious Sea, you should come here first, and after familiarizing yourself with the swordsmanship, go to kill the monsters.

For the next seven days or so, Ye Ting honed his swordsmanship with the puppet in this hall.

On the seventh day, when his nine-hundred-character formula was transformed into a sword song, Qinglian Furious Sea finally got a glimpse of the door. He can already break down the structure of this move, so he doesn’t have to do it in one go. When Qinglian was in full bloom, the unfolded lotus petal sword shadow was ready for a second operation, which was different from what he had originally imagined.

The power of the lotus petal sword shadow can even be stronger than the first blow, it completely depends on how you deploy the burst of true qi.

After detailed calculation, this move can even attack different enemies one after another without releasing the lotus petal sword shadow. As long as one’s own sword is tough enough and not destroyed by infuriating energy, the power of the sword move will be much stronger.

The teenager in the sword manual demonstrates the swordsmanship, using a mortal iron long sword. Even a long sword of the talisman level would not shatter.

That’s what the Island Master Jinao looked like when he was young. At that time, he didn’t even have a talisman! Sixteen years should mean sixteen years old.

Ye Ting was fascinated, and already had a deep understanding of the anger demonstrated in the sword manual. In the bottom of his heart, the mantra of Qinglian Sword and Song of Refining Qi flows slowly like a fairy sound.

That anger is not anger, it is purer than anger.