After a long time, the sharp aura on Meng Hao slowly dissipated. After it completely disappeared, he opened his eyes. His pupils seemed to be normal, but deep in his eyes, there seemed to be something that could intimidate him.

The depth of others is like a pool of water that cannot be penetrated, or a starry sky that cannot be penetrated.

Meng Hao breathed out a deep breath. In his body, the eight Taoist platforms were emitting purple light and moving together, causing bursts of spiritual power that exceeded Meng Hao's previous power to burst out and spread throughout Meng Hao's body.

"It's still not enough. Unfortunately, the most we can do now is only the eighth Taoist platform. The last Taoist platform... is still missing a crucial step." Meng Hao was silent. The reason for the ninth Taoist platform was not that he didn't have enough elixirs, but that

He had a strange feeling that the ninth stage had nothing to do with the elixir.

This seems to be a bottleneck and needs an opportunity. Once the opportunity comes, he does not need any pills. With the power of the eight Taoist platforms in his body, he can open the ninth Taoist platform in an instant, making his cultivation level directly become

Building the foundation of Dzogchen.

Meng Hao took a deep breath, slowly raised his head in silence, and looked outside the cave. It was still raining outside, and the pattering rain spread all over the earth, making the rain curtain in the sky and the earth even more hazy, and the moist atmosphere filled the surrounding area.

This time of seclusion lasted for a long time. Meng Hao didn't know what had happened to the outside world during the past six months, and he didn't know whether Zhou Dekun had escaped the pursuit.

While pondering, Meng Hao did not choose to go out. Instead, his eyes flashed brightly, he lowered his head and took out the Spring and Autumn Wood from the storage bag.

Since he has been in seclusion here for more than half a year, Meng Hao doesn't care if it lasts longer. He wants to not go out. Once he goes out, if he encounters the green-faced monk again in the future, he will correct his previous failure with killing.

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Meng Hao took a deep breath and raised his right hand to pick up the Spring and Autumn Wood. The purple light in his palm instantly dazzled, and the catalytic power came to Meng Hao. At this moment, all his cultivation was in motion, and he used the cultivation of his eight perfect Taoist platforms to perform vigorously.

The purple light became more and more intense. After absorbing all the purple light, the Spring and Autumn Wood in Meng Hao's hand gradually sprouted a second bud. At the same time, Meng Hao immediately raised his left hand and used the Transformation Seal to activate the Year-Locking Technique.

A mark is left on the spring and autumn wood.

"Including the previous attempts in the Qingluo Sect, twenty years of time are locked on the Spring and Autumn Tree at this moment." Meng Hao took out the jade box from the storage bag and took out the jade box from it.

Yuan Tianbu Dan, stared at it carefully, and compared it with the spring and autumn wood.

"Time is like poison. Use this poison to refine treasures and melt the life of others..." The scene of Chen Jiaxi swallowing the Hunyuan Tianbu Dan appeared in Meng Hao's mind. After a long time, he took a deep breath and started again holding the Spring and Autumn Wood. Catalyzing the years in

Inside.

Time passed slowly, and ten days passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, Meng Hao looked solemn. The color of the Spring and Autumn Wood in his hand had turned half gray. At this moment, the years on it had been a full fifty years, and the number was getting more and more.

In the future, the more cultivation Meng Hao will have to put in, and the slower the catalysis will be.

Now he is in the last ten years of his first Jiazi. Once the catalysis is over, this Spring and Autumn Tree will immediately be completely different from before.

At dusk, the rain outside was still pattering. Meng Hao was immersed in the Spring and Autumn Wood, constantly catalyzing it. But at this moment, his expression suddenly changed, and the Spring and Autumn Wood in his hand shook violently.

, it was visible to the naked eye that it was beginning to decay.

It was as if more than fifty years were uncontrollably released on this piece of spring and autumn wood in an instant. No matter what magic this piece of spring and autumn wood had, it seemed to decay at this moment and gradually turned into fly ash.

It fell from Meng Hao's hand.

Meng Hao looked ugly. He looked down at the gray marks in front of him, and then looked at his right hand. At this moment, his right hand was actually a little older. Although it was not fifty years old, this failure also caused a certain amount of confusion.

Backlash.

Meng Hao was silent, not paying attention to his right hand, but frowning.

"No wonder this treasure is rare in the world, because the process of refining this treasure of years is extremely complicated, and one failure will waste all the previous efforts. Even if you pay a huge price in the end, if you make even the slightest mistake, everything will be for naught.

Moreover, every time you fail, you have to endure the backlash of time..." Meng Hao clearly realized that this time, his vitality was invisibly dissipated due to the backlash.

"However, if someone really can refine this thing, then that person... must be me." Meng Hao murmured with a glint in his eyes, patted the storage bag with his right hand, and immediately took out a piece of Spring Autumn Wood again.

, catalyze again.

Time passed, and late at night, the Spring and Autumn Wood in Meng Hao's hand contained ten years of time. Until more than ten days passed, on this day, the Spring and Autumn Wood in Meng Hao's hand once again contained fifty years of time.

He took a deep breath, swallowed some elixirs to regain his energy, and opened his eyes an hour later. Meng Hao did not immediately catalyze the final ten years, but took out the bronze mirror and copied the elixirs from its storage bag.

The remaining spirit stones made a copy of the Spring and Autumn Wood, which contained the power of fifty years.

Fortunately, the Spring and Autumn Wood Jiazi Years is a watershed. If it is not reached, it will not become a magic weapon. It does not consume too much spiritual stones to copy. However, Meng Hao had a vague feeling that once the Jiazi Years are locked and become a treasure, the cost of copying will increase dramatically.

A moment later, there was a bang. Meng Hao looked ugly. His entire right hand was old. After Chunqiu Mu failed again, Meng Hao had very few spirit stones left. At this moment, he endured the heartache and spent almost all of it to copy it again.

Take one out and catalyze it again.

This catalysis lasted for two full days. Two days later, the Spring and Autumn Wood in Meng Hao's hand had completely turned gray. With the imprint of the Year-locking Technique, the Spring and Autumn Wood clearly exuded a sense of vicissitudes of time.

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The spring and autumn wood that contains a century of years has successfully appeared!

Meng Hao's breath quickened. He stared at the Spring and Autumn Wood in his hand, and his eyes gradually revealed a gleam. On this Spring and Autumn Wood, he felt the same sense of time as Hunyuan Butian, but it was much lighter. But

It does exist.

"It's a pity that the spirit stone is gone. This treasure will definitely consume a lot of spirit stones in the future, but now I have refined a treasure of sixty years. If its power is considerable, it is enough!" Meng Hao's eyes flashed, staring at the Spring and Autumn Wood in his hand.

After thinking for a moment, he continued to cut off his left hand.

A moment later, a simple wooden sword appeared in front of Meng Hao. The wooden sword looked very rough, but in Meng Hao's eyes, this rough wooden sword was the first magic weapon he had made.

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Meng Hao carefully looked at the Wooden Sword of Time in his hand, put it into his storage bag, and then took out some jade bottles. Each one contained blood, which Meng Hao used to refine the Soul Refining Pill when he was in Qingluo Sect.

For the name, he obtained the blood of three generations of ancestors.

"Thirteen people from the Qingluo Sect made it, and there are five people with third-generation ancestral blood... With the third-generation ancestral blood of these five people, five small blood bodies can be refined." Meng Hao pondered for a while, and the blood came to mind.

In the immortal tradition, the description of the blood body.

"The blood body is like a shadow. It blends into its own shadow and exists like a clone. Life and death depend on one thought. It has the power of two or three percent of the cultivation level of the original deity. If it can be promoted to become a blood spirit, it can show ten percent of the entire cultivation level of the deity.

The final nine generations of ancestral blood, the refined blood god, can return to the ancestors and defy the heavens!" Meng Hao was silent for a moment, his eyes showed a cold light. This blood fairy inheritance was extremely vicious. Meng Hao also hesitated before, but now as he stepped on

After entering the world of cultivation for many years, Meng Hao gained his own understanding of the poison path through the way of alchemy.

"Same as poison, there are three thousand techniques and endless avenues. All the journeys are based on one's own choice." Meng Hao raised his right hand and started refining the blood body according to the method inherited by the Blood Immortal.

This refining method uses one's own blood as the spirit, and is assisted by the blood of three generations of other people's ancestors. It also requires a sacrificial object. According to the blood fairy inheritance, this object is very important, but everything in the world, every plant and tree,

Or maybe it was just a stone or a piece of soil, or even the Blood Immortal back then even took the enemy's human skin as a sacrifice.

If this object is not destroyed, the blood body will not be destroyed, and the higher the degree of fusion, the higher the cultivation level that the blood body can display.

Meng Hao pondered for a moment. For this sacrifice, he chose the frozen skin!

The last time the skin was frozen, there was a lot of residue left behind, which was taken away by Meng Hao. At this moment, he took out five fragments the size of fingernails and started refining the blood body inherited by the Blood Immortal.

Time passed slowly, three months later...

The Taojing in the western part of the Southern Territory has gone from erupting once a month to almost every three days. As time goes by, this time will shrink, until once every two days, once a day, and eventually multiple times a day.

, until it exists forever!

According to the ancient records of the Southern Region Sect, the eruption of the Taoist Well will disappear completely after seven days of continuous occurrence.

As time dwindles, the geniuses of the major sects and families in the western part of the Southern Territory are seizing all the time to understand and strive to achieve good fortune at the last moment.

Until this day, Li Shiqi, the Taoist disciple of the Blood Demon Sect, realized a breakthrough beside the Taoist well and stepped into the pill formation. The eruption of the Taoist well could only be absorbed by her alone, and the spiritual energy could not be scattered to the world and could not be plundered.

After her, Li Daoyi, the Taoist disciple of the Li family, did not decline after his initial defeat against Xu Qingshi. Instead, he rose up at this moment and became the third person among the people in the Southern Territory to step into the cultivation of pill formation.

Daojing's spiritual energy erupts. This spiritual energy does not belong to heaven and earth, but only belongs to the breakthroughrs who have achieved success.

A sensation in the southern region.

It was at this time that Meng Hao walked out for the first time from the cave where he had been in seclusion for nearly a year. His hair had grown longer, wrinkles appeared on his right hand inside his sleeve, and what he was wearing was no longer purple.

The main furnace alchemist's robe of Yunzong was replaced by a set of cyan gown.

On this rainy morning, Meng Hao's figure turned into a rainbow and headed straight to the horizon in the distance.

His expression was calm, but his eyes seemed to contain stars, unfathomably deep.

Although his cultivation level is still Foundation Establishment, at this moment, his true combat power cannot be measured by the Foundation Establishment cultivator. How strong he is...

Meng Hao also wanted to witness it!

So, he wants to fight!

Fight against heaven and earth, fight against Wujiutai, fight...to shock the world!
Chapter completed!