"Juntian, when are you going to start refining fake pills?" Fang Yi asked the spirit of Juntian Ding Artifact in front of his daughter. He knew that this is the matter that his daughter cares most.

"You can start anytime. According to my deduction, you should succeed in three times at most." Juntian Ding Yiling said: "But I also made it in advance that everything is my calculations, and maybe it will not succeed in four times. It is too difficult to refine fake pills."

"If you give you some more time, can you increase the success rate?" Fang Yi asked after a moment of silence. It was related to the life and death of the Dark Night Leopard. This matter was unscrupulous, alarming the demon king of the subverted Netherworld Beast. Once they failed, they would no longer be able to hunt Netherworld Beasts in the Netherworld Sea.

"No, the main material for refining fake pills is the spirit core essence. There is no need for many auxiliary materials, and there is not much room for adjustment." Juntian Ding rose up and said, "How about it, should you start refining?"

Speaking of refining fake pills for Dark Night Leopard, Fang Fang suddenly lost his mind and looked at Fang Yi, waiting for Fang Yi to make an idea.

"Start refining." Fang Yi nodded: "Since you can't improve the success rate if you drag on it, the faster you can refine it, the better. Even if you fail, there is still room for you."

It has only been more than a year since the Dark Night Leopard was injured. The Dark Night Leopard still has nine years of life. Now, even if all the thirty-six spiritual spirits are wasted, there are still nine years to find a way. The later it delays, the shorter the time left after the failure.

"Refining the spirit core essence will consume more true fire." Juntian Ding raised up and said, "I suggest you control the flames yourself and leave the others to me."

"This is no problem." Fang Yi nodded solemnly and said to his daughter: "Fang Fang, it is very important to refine fake pills. There can be no disturbance during this period. You should wait outside."

"I understand." Fang Fang took a deep breath and walked out of the alchemy room with a worried look on his face.

When Fang Fang went out, Fang Yi closed the door of the alchemy room and set up a formation that isolates the spiritual sense and sound to avoid being disturbed. At this time, even if something huge happened outside, Fang Yi would not know. Even if someone wanted to use the spiritual sense to transmit the voice to Fang Yi, he still had the ability to break the formation set by Fang Yi.

"It's time to start." Fang Yi took a deep breath and adjusted his condition.

The fire began to ignite at the bottom of the Juntian Cauldron. It was the flame that Fang Yi had penetrated into the Juntian Cauldron before. In the first experiment, all the nine spirit core spirits were taken from the Netherworld beasts in the early stage of the Golden Pill.

"Fang Yi, you should control the real fire and refine the fake pills. As gentle as possible." Juntian Ding controlled the nine spiritual core spirit spirits, and the nine spiritual core spirits were wrapped in some auxiliary materials. The auxiliary materials slowly melted under the high temperature of the real fire, and the juice they turned into permeates into the spiritual core spirit.

The spirit core essence merged into these juices and became crystal clear. After more than ten hours, the nine spirit core essences began to melt and slowly merged together.

"Bang" Just as the nine spiritual core spirits were about to merge into one, they suddenly exploded, and the nine spiritual core spirits were invalidated.

Although he had expected it to fail, Fang Yi still couldn't help feeling distressed. The nine spirits of spirits meant nine spiritual weapons. There were no nine high-grade spiritual weapons in the entire sect in his hands. In his hands, they were destroyed in one day.

Fang Fang had been sitting in the yard for two days. He had not practiced or rested, but he sat quietly, while the Dark Night Leopard was lying beside Fang Fang.

"Xiao Hei, are you nervous?" Fang Fang reached out and stroked the fur of the Dark Night Leopard: "Dad is refining fake pills for you, but I am so nervous. If I fail, I may never find nine spirit core spirits again."

Dark Night Leopard did not respond to Fang Fang's question. At this time, it couldn't understand what Fang Fang said. It just felt that the girl around her was very friendly and instinctively was willing to be by her side.

He looked back at the south side of the alchemy room. Fang Fang crossed his hands, supported his chin, closed his eyes, and prayed silently in his heart.

There was a movement behind him, and Fang Fang quickly got up, but it was Bai Chuxia's figure.

"Fang Fang, go back to the house and rest for a while." Bai Chuxia felt a little distressed when she looked at her daughter. Even if she was a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage, she would feel uncomfortable if she stayed asleep, not to mention that Fang Fang was only in the late stage of Qi refining.

"Mom, I'm fine." Fang Fang tried hard to squeeze out a smile, shook his head, and said, "At this time, whether it is meditating or practicing, I have no intention. Just let me wait here."

"You girl." Bai Chuxia pretended to be angry and said, "When I was a child, I listened to me, but now I am really disobedient as I grow older."

"Mom..." Fang Fang shook Bai Chuxia's arm and acted coquettishly. At this moment, the door of Fang Yi's house opened, and Fang Yi, with a tired look on his face, walked out of the house with a smile on his face.

"Dad..." Seeing Fang Yi come out, Fang Fang flashed and arrived in front of Fang Yi: "But has the refining been successful?"

Seeing the smile on Fang Yi's face, Fang Fan had already guessed the result, but he still had to nod and confirm it himself to be true. Although he felt that his guess was inseparable, before receiving Fang Yi's reply, Fang Fang felt his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, for fear of hearing bad news.

"Well, it's successful." Fang Yi held a sphere with golden light in his hand and handed it to Fang Fang, saying, "Here, that's it."

Fang Fang took the fake pill, tears flowed down his eyes, but a happy smile on his lips: "It's really successful..."

He lowered his head and squatted down. Fang Fang handed the fake pill to Dark Night Leopard, and said with tears in his eyes: "Xiao Hei, look, it's really successful. You have hope of returning to the realm of the Demon King."

Fang Yi did not expect that after the first failure, Juntianding immediately realized the problem. For the second time, all the spirit core spirits of the late Golden Pill Nether Beast were used, and the false pill was successfully refined. Only eighteen spirit core spirits were used, which was less than expected.

According to Juntian Ding, it is easy to succeed, firstly, the contribution of Juntian Ding to the middle-grade spiritual weapon, and secondly, the level of the spirit core spirit is too high. If all of them are the spirit core spirits of the early stage of the Golden Pill, even if you know the problem, it will not be so easy to succeed the second time.

However, there are mixed joys and sorrows. Although the spirit core spirit of the Netherworld Beast in the late stage of the Golden Pill can increase the success rate, it is more difficult for the Dark Night Leopard to refine it. Of course, once it is successfully refined, its strength will be stronger.

"Little Demon King, come here." The divine sense covers the central mountain range of the Tiandi Sect. When he found that the little demon King had not left, he quickly sent a message to him.

The next moment, the figure of the little devil appeared in Fang Yi's courtyard, and immediately found the ball with golden light in Fang Fang's hand. His eyes lit up and he asked Fang Yi: "Fang Yi, has the fake pill been refined successfully?"

“Successfully.”

Fang Yi nodded and said, "But it is not optimistic yet. This false pill is made of the spirit core essence of the late stage of the nine Golden Pills. For Dark Night Leopard, it may be difficult to refine it, so I wonder, can you bring Dark Night Leopard back to the 100,000 mountains and let Bai Ze help Dark Night Leopard refine this false pill."

Juntianding once said that even if the spiritual power of Fang Yi and the little devil king helps Dark Night Leopard refine false pills, it will be a life-and-death life. Now the false pill is of higher grade and the difficulty of refining is greater. I hope Bai Ze can help this for the sake of the little devil king.

"This should be no problem." The little devil nodded and said, "If nothing is wrong, I will stay on the top of the 100,000 mountains to refine a Netherworld Fruit first."

"Don't worry, Tiandi Sect has us." Fang Yi patted the little demon king on the shoulder and said, "You have to hurry up and advance to the peak demon king, Tiandi Sect is counting on you."

Now, the one who has the most hope of upgrading to the Nascent Soul realm is the Little Demon King. The most important thing is that once the Little Demon King is promoted to the peak demon king, he must have a strong combat power in the Nascent Soul realm. At least he should be a member of the level of Yuan Jianyi, or even stronger.

"Dad, I want to go to the Hundred Thousand Mountains with Xiao Hei, and wait until it returns to the realm of the Demon King, and we will come back together."

"Then you have to ask the little devil." Fang Yi threw this question to the little devil.

"No problem." Before Fang Fang could speak, the little devil answered happily.

"Don't cause trouble." Before leaving, Fang Yi did not forget to remind him—

On Penglai Immortal Island and Lingxiao Pavilion, the sect leader came to visit Yuwen Yan and Luo Hong.

"How is the matter done?" Yu Wen Yan asked as soon as he met.

"It's not going well." Zhang Zilai smiled bitterly and said, "Any golden elixir cultivator who wants to join the Tiandi Sect must make a vow to not betray within a hundred years and also abide by the rules of the Tiandi Sect. Our people cannot accept this condition at all."

"Okay, you go back." Yuwen Yan waved his hand and said that he already knew and asked Zhang Zilai to retreat.

Zhang Zilai didn't expect that he said something, Yuwen Yan didn't even think of any countermeasures, so he asked himself to retreat. However, Zhang Zilai did not dare to disobey Yuwen Yan, so he could only retreat as he said."

"Zhang Zilai's ability is indeed limited, and it is too much worse than Shen Tuxiong." Luo Hong naturally understood why Yuwen Yan asked Zhang Zilai to retreat after hearing only one sentence. He was afraid that he had lost patience with the sect leader.

If Shen Tuxiong had such a thing, he would definitely find a way to get things done and then explain the problems encountered to them in detail, and would not even come to explain them specifically.

When Shen Tuxiong was in power, they rarely asked about omnivorous food in the sect. After Zhang Zilai replaced Shen Tuxiong, he had to report almost everything. They were bothered. Only after comparing the two, they felt the benefits of Shen Tuxiong.

"There is no more suitable candidate in the sect." Yuwen Yan said: "We still have to worry about it during this period."

"What should Senior Brother Yuwen thinks should be dealt with about the matter of Tiandi Sect?" Luo Hong asked.

"If you leave this matter to Junior Brother Luo, what should I do?" Yu Wenyan asked refuted.

"It's very simple. Buy some casual cultivators and let them find a way for themselves." Luo Hong asked with a smile: "What do you think Senior Brother Yuwen?"

"Very good." Yu Wenyan nodded, looking quite relieved-

On the first floor of the Sword Sect, Zhongli Wushuang has read all the sword techniques on the first floor, and has a vague feeling in his heart. He sat cross-legged in the swordsman tower, practicing all the sword techniques he thought were useful in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"I am obsessed with sword intent, not sword intent..."

"Only by breaking one's own obsession can one step closer..."

Thinking of these two sentences again, Zhongli Wushuang's consciousness suddenly became empty, and then the basic sword movements left by the Drunken Sword Immortal, each movement was secretly in line with the Heavenly Dao.

"So that's it. I used to be too obsessed with it and thought too much. The sword path should be simple and pure."

In the sword tower, Zhong Li Wushuang closed his eyes and a simple three-foot sword appeared in his hand. Basic sword movements were practiced one by one. For each movement, there were space cracks around the sword body.

"This is pure swordsmanship." Zhongli Wushuang opened his eyes, and there was a disillusionment in his eyes.
Chapter completed!