"The original spirit of the Juntian Ding?"

Hearing the old man's words, Fang Yi and the Juntian Ding Artifact Spirit were both shocked at the same time. Logically speaking, the artifact spirit could not survive alone from the body of the spiritual weapon. What's more, according to time, this original artifact spirit has survived for hundreds of thousands of years.

Now the spirits in the Juntian Ding were even more frightened when they heard this. He could clearly feel that Fang Yi was not very excited about his promotion to a medium-grade spiritual weapon, but was a little disappointed.

If Fang Yi could not resist the temptation of the top-grade spiritual weapon and drove him out of the spirit of the Juntian Cauldron, then for him, it would be a dead end.

But the temptation of the top-grade spiritual weapon is too great.

"Can the spirit of the weapon exist alone without the body?" Fang Yi felt a little incredible.

"Generally speaking, it's not possible." The old man said lightly: "But the Medicine King was merciful back then, and he refined a physical body for me, which could allow me to exist alone and better control the spirit of the Juntian Ding weapon."

"It's incredible that he can actually refine a body that can accommodate the spirit of the instrument." Fang Yi was shocked and sighed at the incredible methods of the ancient sages.

"How is it?" The old man's voice was filled with a hint of bewitching, "As long as you drive out the current spirit of the Juntian Ding Artifact Spirit, I will be able to re-fusion with the Juntian Ding Artifact Spirit, and the Juntian Ding Artifact Spirit can also be restored to the level of a top-grade spiritual weapon."

"Fang Yi..." The voice of the Juntian Ding Artifact Spirit sounded in Fang Yi's sea of ​​consciousness. He wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say. He didn't think that he could dispel Fang Yi's desire for top-grade spiritual weapons in just a few words.

"Thank you for your love, senior." Fang Yi shook his head and smiled without any hesitation: "At present, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the Lianyuan Sea is far inferior to that of the ancient world of cultivation, and the strength of cultivators is even more incomparable to the ancient world. The alchemy furnace of medium-grade spiritual weapons is enough for the current Lianyun Sea."

"Yes." The old man looked at Fang Yi and nodded, "Although his cultivation is very poor, he is not without advantages. His character is not bad."

"You still have to find a golden-scale poisonous scorpion." The old man spread his palm, but there were three golden scales and a small jade bottle in his palm. He said, "These are the scales on the golden-scale poisonous scorpion and the venom in his body, which is enough for you to recover from your injuries."

"Thank you, senior." Fang Yi hurriedly thanked him, but he didn't expect that the old man had prepared the scales and venom of the golden-scale poisonous scorpion for him.

"You don't have to thank me either." The old man said: "According to your temperament, if you find the little guy, you must kill him. I am also trying to save his life."

"Uh..." Fang Yi didn't expect this reason, and was a little embarrassed for a moment, and quickly changed the topic and said: "Senior, how should I leave the Medicine King Valley?"

When I came in, I was in a coma. It was the old man who led me into the Medicine King Valley, but I didn't know how to leave.

"When your injury recovers, I will naturally send you away." The old man said, "You go and get Xingye Hanlu by yourself, I won't care."

"By the way, senior..." Fang Yi touched his nose and smiled: "When I just climbed up Yaowang Mountain, I smelled a strong smell of medicine. I guess there are many spiritual herbs and medicines planted on Yaowang Mountain."

The spiritual consciousness was restricted, and Fang Yi didn't know where the spiritual herbs were planted, so he simply asked the old man and asked if he could pick some and take them away.

"You don't have any idea about the things in the Medicine Garden." The old man said: "But you can pick and take away the spiritual herbs from other places in the Medicine Garden."

"The spiritual herbs in the Medicine King Valley were not grown by the old man, right?" Although judging from the distribution and shape of the spiritual herbs, it does not seem to be planted by artificially, Fang Yi still thinks it is better to confirm it.

"Of course not." The old man said: "Old Geng is just a mundane person. The Valley of Medicine King is still too big for him. Where did he grow so many spiritual herbs."

Fang Yi thought about it, it was just like ordinary people, how could he grow so many spiritual herbs?

"In this way, I won't disturb you much."

Fang Yi bowed and said goodbye. The old man waved his hand and signaled that Fang Yi could leave. The master of Juntian Ding had appeared. He continued to guard the Medicine King Valley and had no goal. The years ahead had lost their meaning. Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but look lonely and was a little overwhelmed.

"Fang Yi... Thank you." Leaving the Medicine King Hall, the voice of the Juntian Ding Artifact Spirit sounded in Fang Yi's sea of ​​consciousness.

Fang Yi smiled at the corner of his mouth and said, "Thank you, I didn't expel you from the Juntian Cauldron Spirit? Forget it, what kind of cultivation is that old man? What kind of cultivation is that, let him re-enter the Juntian Cauldron Spirit. If you have time in the future, will I be the master or will he be the master?"

If the Medicine King can make a physical body alone for him and survive for hundreds of thousands of years, the cultivation of the original weapon spirit must be not low. It’s better if the time is short, but there will always be some differences over time. Fang Yike is not sure to suppress the original weapon spirit. For him, maintaining the status quo is the best way.

The Juntian Ding Artifact Spirit was silent. He could not tell whether Fang Yi was saying what he said was in his heart or comfort him. However, he made up his mind to serve Fang Yi well. He said immediately: "Fang Yi, if you don't want to study that Medicine King, you can leave it to me."

"That's what it means."

With Fang Yi's spiritual sense moving, the jade simplified entered the Juntian Cauldron spirit. For Fang Yi, the most urgent thing now is to improve his strength. As for the path of alchemy, in this era, it is enough to have the help of Juntian Cauldron spirit.

"After the Juntian Ding Artifact Spirit was promoted to a medium-grade spiritual weapon, the internal space was much larger. We can bring more Biquan Lake water back." Juntian Ding Artifact Spirit said: "The area of ​​Biquan Lake is not small, so we will take some back. I think that senior of the Artifact Spirit will not mind."

"Okay." Fang Yi controlled the flowing wings and floated over Biquan Lake. He threw the Juntian Cauldron weapon spirit downwards, and saw that the Juntian Cauldron weapon spirit gradually enlarged.

The mouth of the tripod tilted downward, and a huge suction force came from the tripod. Like a black hole, the quiet lake surface of Biquan Lake suddenly rotated, and a stream of water was sucked up by the huge suction force in the tripod, forming a water column between the lake surface and the mouth of the tripod, and the water in the lake was continuously sucked into the spirit of the Juntian tripod.

"Okay." Fang Yi estimated: "It's possible to fill several rivers."

Fang Yi has already planned to build a medicine garden in the Tiandi Sect in the future, and use these Biquan Lake water to arrange a river channel in the medicine garden to nourish the land in the medicine garden. The quality of the spiritual herbs planted at that time will definitely be extraordinary.

Time was approaching the early morning. Fang Yi's wings shook behind him, and a white light flashed. He had already arrived at the edge of the cliff. He broke away from the influence of Yaowang Mountain. Fang Yi's spiritual consciousness also returned to normal. His spiritual consciousness swept through the holes of different sizes, but found that there were still no monsters.

Fang Yi realized as soon as he thought about it, that the original spirit had transferred all these monsters away, otherwise he would probably have been killed by himself if he stayed here.

Fang Yi was so happy that there was no disturbance from the monsters. He took out a jade bottle and quietly waited for the birth of Xingye Hanlu.

At this time, the star leaves were densely covered with dew and were slowly penetrated into the star leaves. After a long time, a drop came out from the other side of the star leaves. Fang Yi quickly put away the drop of dew with a jade bottle.

It took an hour to light up and the sky was bright. Fang Yi collected a full bottle of star leaves and cold dew, put away the jade bottle, shook his wings, and instantly returned to the residence of the grandfather and grandson.

"Haha, was it blocked by the poisonous fog outside Yaowang Mountain?" Seeing Fang Yi coming back so soon, the old farmer smiled happily, thinking that Fang Yi had not reached Yaowang Mountain at all.

"A bottle of star leaves and cold dew, three golden-scale poisonous scorpion scales, a bottle of venom, and three green spring Ganoderma lucidum." Fang Yi took out all the things and asked, "That's enough."

"This..." The old farmer couldn't hide his shocked expression on his face. He looked at those things and then looked at Fang Yi: "It's only been one day, how did you do it?"

The golden elixir is broken and cannot use spiritual power. In other words, it is almost impossible to fly. Even if you are strong, it is hundreds of miles away from Yaowang Mountain. It takes about one day to go back and forth with your legs alone, and you have to climb thousands of feet of cliffs. Whether you pick the green spring Ganoderma lucidum or collect the star leaves and cold dew, you will inevitably encounter monsters, let alone find the golden scale poisonous scorpion.

Not to mention the breaking of the golden elixir, it is like an ordinary golden elixir cultivator who can do all this in one day.

"Maybe... it's good luck." Fang Yi didn't know how to explain it, so he summed up in one sentence.

The old farmer looked at Fang Yi deeply and stopped asking: "There are these things that can help you recover the golden elixir. Come with me."

The old farmer was in front, Fang Yi followed behind him, entered the room, pushed open the dining table in the hall, revealing the corridor leading to the underground. At the end of the corridor, there was an alchemy room. However, this alchemy room was relatively small, and the alchemy stove in the center also seemed small, which was smaller than the iron pot cooked by ordinary farmers.

The old farmer first threw the three scales into the alchemy furnace. The earth fire rose at the bottom of the alchemy furnace. Then the old farmer took out a small jar, opened the mouth of the jar, and poured it into the bottom of the furnace, but it was a flame like the true fire of the cultivator's destiny.

Fang Yi was still wondering before, how to refine elixirs without real fire, but now he is amazed at seeing it. He didn't expect that there is such a thing that can store the true fire in the Valley of Medicine King, which can also allow ordinary people to control it freely. The methods of ancient sages are indeed not comparable to those of these cultivators today.

In just about an hour, the old farmer opened the alchemy furnace, took a short pestle from the side, smashed the scales in the alchemy furnace that had been refined by flames for an hour, poured a green spring Ganoderma lucidum and a bottle of venom into it, covered the alchemy furnace, and increased the flame burning.

Nearly three hours later, the old farmer extinguished the flames at the bottom of the furnace, turned on the elixir, poured the star leaves and cold dew in, stirred them evenly with a short pestle, then took out a bowl and poured the things in the furnace into the bowl.

Fang Yi saw a bowl of black, sticky soup in front of him, like a bowl of Chinese medicine.

"Isn't it a pill?" Fang Yi was a little amused and cried. He had been practicing for more than twenty years. He had been refining pills for a day and wanted to drink soup.

"Why must it be a pill?" The old farmer seemed a little puzzled: "Save people and treat diseases, what is needed is the effect. What shape does not matter. Moreover, if these things are refined into pills, the effect will be reduced, and this shape is just right."

"Thank you, old man." No matter how effective the medicine works, the old farmer tried his best. Fang Yi picked up the bowl of black medicine and poured it into his mouth.

As for the toxicity in the golden-scale poisonous scorpion venom, Fang Yi didn't care. If it was really poisonous, it could be resolved with the purified fire of the sky.

"Well, that's right." The old farmer said: "After taking the medicine, rest in peace. After nine days, the spiritual power can be circulated in the body, and it will be cured in forty-nine days."

After the medicine was taken, Fang Yi felt a heat flow heading straight for the golden elixir. The sticky layer of medicine wrapped the golden elixir, as if it was slowly repairing the cracks, but Fang Yi knew that it could not be restored by relying solely on medicine. As the old farmer said, he still needed to call his own spiritual power to make it cycle again and again before he could gradually repair it.

Fang Yi did not leave the alchemy room, so he simply used it as a retreat and was here to cultivate quietly.
Chapter completed!