The Mortal Immortal

Time passed, and I didn't know how many years had passed in the mine. Three months had passed since Shu Han sat there.

During the three months, Master Long Xuan looked at Shu Han who had not yet successfully established his foundation, and he became more and more angry.

"Who told me that opportunity is more important than talent! Bah! This kid has consumed so much of my golden elixir essence, but he still hasn't established his foundation! I was really confused that day, so I chose this bastard with five spiritual roots! Any dog ​​caught by Baiyu Sect is better than this kid."

After another three days, Shu Han finally woke up from his immersion in cultivation.

A burst of spiritual power rippled from his body.

His magic power was condensed and sufficient, his foundation was solid and deep, and his body was reborn, as if he had become a new person.

"Is this the foundation-building stage?"

Shu Han couldn't help but feel pleasantly surprised, and the feeling of swollen meridians disappeared.

"Otherwise, I have spent so much effort."

Shu Han turned his head and saw the illusory Master Long Xuan. Master Long Xuan had no entity, but from his illusory face, one could tell that he was in a very bad mood.

He hurriedly bowed respectfully and thanked him: "Thank you, senior. I will never forget your kindness."

"Don't forget it, let's just forget each other in the rivers and lakes. Damn it, if someone like you can form a pill, I will hit my head and die on the top-grade spirit stone."

Shu Han was stunned: "Why do you say that, senior?"

Master Long Xuan said unhappily: "Forget it, just consider it as a three-month charity. Go away, and come to see me with the golden pill in the future!"

Three months? I have been in seclusion for three months?

Shu Han really didn't know where Master Long Xuan's anger came from. Just when he wanted to say goodbye, before he could say a word, he was slapped away by Master Long Xuan's illusory sleeve.

In an instant, time passed in front of him.

With a whoosh, he rushed from the mound into the sky.

Strong sunshine, clear air, moist soil.

Shu Han sat on the ground and felt refreshed.

After staying underground for such a long time, Shu Han finally realized how wonderful life on the ground was.

He lay on the grass in the mountains, in a good mood, but his mind couldn't help but calculate.

This time he went down the mine, his cultivation finally reached the foundation-building stage. He clenched his fists and felt that his magic power was as heavy as a river. He guessed that he had directly reached the early and middle stages of the foundation-building stage. And the magic power had an extremely solid feeling. With the comparison, he realized how frivolous his previous magic power was.

This is the side effect of forcibly using elixirs to improve.

Then he began to calculate the things on his body.

The Eight Treasures Qilin Armor, the Extreme Cold Black Iron Shield, and the seized Azure Dragon Long Sword and Thunder Axe were all damaged in the mine. Now, except for the running boots on his feet, he no longer has a top-grade magic weapon. However, none of this is important. The most important thing is that the Gangtian Four Extremes Sword Formation is lost!

When he was fighting with the two foundation-building cultivators that day, the Gangtian Sword Formation was protecting Shangguan Ruolin, and it must be in her hands now.

Shu Han felt guilty. The Gangtian Four-Polar Sword Formation was no longer powerful enough for a foundation-building cultivator like him. But it was a relic left to him by his master, and he planned to find his master's clansmen to return it in the future.

Three months have passed, and Shangguan Ruolin must have returned to the Tianque Sect. Could it be that he had to go to the Tianque Sect to find the Gangtian Four-Polar Sword Formation?

Shu Han felt a headache when he thought of this.

He began to search the storage bag of the gray-clothed old man. After killing him with the Four-Phase Array Disk that day, Shu Han picked up a small black sword and a black claw from his body.

He didn't have his own magic weapon yet, so he would use the old man's magic weapon as an emergency measure.

Don't be unarmed when fighting with others.

The deterrence of the foundation-building cultivator without a magic weapon is more than a little reduced.

Opening the storage bag of the gray-clothed old man, Shu Han easily found the black claw and the black sword, as well as a secret manual called "Black Wind Mysterious Art".

After flipping through it casually, Shu Han sighed, it was indeed rubbish, and could not be compared with "Dragon Mysterious Three Transformations Divine Art".

However, rubbish is rubbish, and now in Shu Han's eyes, other techniques are particularly good.

After all, not all techniques are like "Dragon Mysterious Three Transformations Divine Art" that may explode if not handled properly.

Thinking of this, Shu Han couldn't help but start to have a headache.

He knew that he had to plan for the subsequent realm improvement now.

He recalled "Bai's Treasure Refining Record", which showed that there was only one foundation-building pill recipe that could improve cultivation, called Dayuan Pill.

Going the old way of pill improvement again, although it would lead to the emptiness of mana, but Shu Han had no choice.

Without pills, he could choose to die on the spot.

The Dayuan Pill recipe is ready, and there are not many rare medicinal materials.

But the elixir of the foundation-building period is not like the elixir of the Qi-refining period, and the failure rate is greatly increased. If Shu Han wants to produce elixir stably, he must get a medicine cauldron of good quality and a stable source of flame.

The medicine cauldron is not a problem, Shu Han has no shortage of spirit stones.

It's just that the source of flame is more difficult.

For the effective elixir of the foundation-building period, the fire of the cultivators can no longer meet its refining temperature, and a more stable and hotter source of earth fire must be found. But the earth fire is occupied by various sects, Shu Han thought, it seems that he must join a sect to stabilize his cultivation and progress.

Or get the legendary heavenly fire!

Shu Han shook his head, heavenly fire is so rare, it's more practical to join a sect.

Then, he put his mind on these two magic weapons.

The black sword is called the Chasing Sword, and it looks ordinary. It should be a magic weapon cast by the gray-clothed old man himself, an ordinary magic weapon in the early stage of foundation-building.

The classification of magic weapons is not the same as that of magic tools, and the quality is basically determined by the cultivation of the refiner.

Shu Han cut his finger with the Zhui Po Sword, and the blood that gushed out was immediately absorbed by the Zhui Po Sword.

Suddenly, Shu Han felt a sense of connection between his mind and his heart. The Chai Po Sword seemed to be his other arm.

This feeling was very strange. As soon as Shu Han thought about it, the Zhui Po Sword immediately enlarged and turned into a black light that cut off more than a dozen trees around him.

Shu Han was delighted. This chasing sword was much more powerful than the Gangtian Four-pole Sword Formation, and it was faster and impossible to defend against. Fortunately, he was at the bottom of the mine that day, so the flying sword could not move around easily, otherwise Shu Han would not have been able to deal with the old man in gray so easily.

He looked at the strange-looking black claw again.

Shu Han recognized his master with a drop of blood, and the black claw fell directly into his hand.

"This should be the old man's magic weapon, let's see what effect it has!"

With a thought in Shu Han's mind, countless black energy rose up from his right hand, wrapping his whole body in black energy.

"This black energy can actually block spiritual consciousness! No wonder the old man approached me in the mine tunnel that day, but I didn't react at all."

Then, he stretched his right hand forward.

A huge black claw flew out of his hand.

Click!

A boulder as big as a house was instantly lifted up by the black claws effortlessly. Shu Han used his strength and was immediately caught into pieces.

"What a terrifying power!"

Shu Han was overjoyed and thought that it was a good thing he didn't get a claw at that time.

Suddenly, Shu Han heard commotion from the other side of the woods.

He thought that this was near the Tianzi Mine of the White Feather Sect, so it could be that the disciples of the White Feather Sect were patrolling the mountain.

He had just jumped up to the treetop, and the black claws in his hands released black energy surrounding himself, silently observing what was going on there.

Then he heard a familiar tone.

"You bunch of reckless Qi-refining monks, if you dare to chase me again, I will really fall out!"

Shu Han was surprised, is this senior Shangguan Ruolin?

But why is the tone so weird?