Every two days, a layer of green light will appear on the surface of Hongjun Tower, and then a drop of green liquid will be added to the small tower.

Yang Feng withdrew his gaze and gently stroked Hongjun Tower with his fingers as if he was stroking his beloved person.

Feeling the touch from Hongjun Tower, Yang Feng couldn't help but feel dazed.

Yang Feng seemed to have returned to the Tianxuan Continent, as if he had returned to the four starry skys, as if he had returned to the Five Elements Universe.

Yang Feng knew that if it weren't for the Hongjun Tower, he might not have really entered the path of immortal cultivation.

It is impossible to become the number one immortal cultivator of the Five Elements Universe by relying on the identity of an earthling.

If there is something that has been with Yang Feng since the beginning of cultivating immortals, then there is no doubt that it is the Hongjun Tower in front of you.

Even if Yang Feng entered the Eternal Universe and fell into a coma for five hundred years, he lost the Golden Peak, the Ghost Vine, and a lot of things.

But Yang Feng has been subconsciously protecting Hongjun Tower carefully and has never let Hongjun Tower leave him.

Yang Feng had a complex and inexplicable emotion about Hongjun Tower.

Suddenly, Yang Feng's movements stopped, and a strange expression appeared on his face.

Yang Feng looked at Hongjun Tower, his expression became strange, surprised, and joyful.

The next moment, Yang Feng put away the Hongjun Tower and turned around and headed out of the secret room.

In the alchemy room in the cave.

After Yang Feng opened the Hongjun Tower, he placed it in the open space next to the alchemy furnace, then took a few steps back, raised his hand and made a magic trick, activate the magic array under the furnace, causing the flames in the alchemy furnace to roll.

After a while, he took a deep breath, stretched out a white finger and gently hooked it in the direction of the alchemy furnace.

With a "huh", a red flame immediately flew out from the bottom of the furnace. After dripping in the air, it turned into a thin line of fire like a small snake. Then, under its control, it all shot into the dark green tower beside it.

I saw a flash of red light in the small tower, and then the jasper-like tower wall was reflected so transparently. Dark red scents appeared in the leaf-like patterns, and flashed like life.

Yang Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and stood there for a while without moving.

After a while, the red light in the tower suddenly subsided and disappeared.

The dark green tower returned to normal again, as if nothing had happened.

But Yang Feng's eyes were fixed and he stared at the small tower without blinking, as if waiting for something.

Time passed little by little, and about a quarter of an hour later, he raised his hand again, drawing out a slightly larger ball of fire from the alchemy furnace, causing it to sink into the small tower.

As before, after another red light flashed in the tower, it became silent again.

But this time, the flashing time seemed to be longer than before.

Seeing this, Yang Feng showed a look of contemplation on his face.

In the following time, he did the same thing, constantly introducing the fire into the small tower, with the interval getting shorter and shorter.

As expected, the red light of the small tower is flashing longer and longer.

I don't know how long it took, but when Yang Feng once again introduced a ball of elixir fire into the small tower and made it flash red, this time it lasted for a quarter of an hour without any intention of stopping.

Yang Feng's eyes lit up slightly.

At this moment, with a crisp chirping sounding from the tower, a trace of silver light began to appear in the tower, and all the red light was swallowed up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The next moment, with a "whoosh", a dazzling silver light shot out from the entrance of the tower and rushed straight to the top of the secret room.

There was a dull "bang".

The silver light hit the roof of the room and fell a little bit. The silver light emitted from it immediately filled the entire alchemy room, reflecting the room full of brilliance.

Yang Feng looked up at the silver light above, his pupils flashed with blue light, and a look of surprise and joy appeared on his face, but then he frowned slightly.

After the silver light rotated in the air for several times, it then contracted and deformed, and turned into a small silver firebird, spreading its wings and dived straight towards him.

Yang Feng raised his palm with one hand, and the silver firebird stopped nimblely half a foot from his palm. Then he spread his wings and circled around his raised index finger, and kept making a cheerful sound from his mouth, as if he was very happy.

This firebird is not another thing, it is the firebird transformed by the sperm fire that has given birth to a trace of spirituality!

I think at first, the angry Buddha lotus he obtained in the Five Elements Universe later devoured a large number of other flames, and finally formed this wisp of essence fire.

This fire is not only born to swallow various spiritual flames, but also has a very significant restraint effect on fire-attributed spiritual beasts. It was one of his important arm helpers who spread across the Five Elements Universe back then.

Yang Feng sighed lightly, put away his rolling thoughts, raised his arm slightly, and the firebird's quite obedient wings closed and fell into its palm.

For some reason, since he woke up, he had not sensed the fire. He had thought it had been lost for some reason, but he did not expect that it had not been lost, but instead had been sleeping in his Hongjun Tower.

Just now, in the secret room, a trace of non-response to this fire suddenly appeared in his spiritual consciousness. Then he moved his heart and immediately rushed to the alchemy room, trying to use the fire as a guide to awaken the firebird, but he didn't expect that it would succeed in one fell swoop.

He looked at the silver firebird that was constantly jumping in his palm, but his face looked a little cloudy and unstable under the silver light.

The bird is less than three inches tall now, and its firepower is a bit empty, which is more than ten times less powerful than before.

This made him feel suppressed the anger that had nowhere to be relieved, and it only increased a little.

Needless to say, the bird's appearance is inseparable from the loss of memory of cultivation.

Yang Feng secretly swore in his heart that no matter who made him fall to this point, he would get it back with a lot.

After a while, he calmed down his mind and his face gradually calmed down. With a roll of green clouds in his sleeves, he put the silver firebird into his body and disappeared.

I'm afraid this bird needs to be cultivated in its body to restore some vitality.

After about a stick of incense, Yang Feng left the cave again and came to a corner northwest of the Lingtian.

He released his spiritual sense and swept around. After confirming that nothing was wrong, he raised his hand and waved his wrist several times. A small triangle flag flew out one after another, and circled a circular area on the field.

Then he chanted the spell in a low voice, and with one hand, a faint purple light flashed across the circle of triangular flags, forming a blurred light curtain between each other, wrapping up the area inside.

After doing all this, he then stepped into that area, and the purple light on the light curtain disappeared, completely blending into the night and hiding.

If an outsider passes by the cave at this moment, as long as his cultivation has not reached the God Transformation Stage, he will not be able to find any strangeness here. If an immortal cultivator above the God Transformation Stage will be discovered by him as soon as possible and respond in time.

Within the light curtain, Yang Feng waved his palm, and more than twenty exquisite wooden boxes appeared out of thin air and floated in front of him.

He raised the lids of the wooden box and opened them one after another, bursting of the fragrance of medicine came out from them.

I saw dozens of white spiritual medicines with full roots and complete quality flying out of the medicine box, falling to the ground, and taking root.

These elixirs with a slightly similar appearance to ordinary ginseng are the century-old Yunhecao.

During the day these days, he traveled to the market several times and bought almost all the grass circulating in the valley.

In order not to attract others' attention, he deliberately concealed his cultivation and changed his appearance.

Yang Feng glanced at the white spirit grass on the ground and took out the dark green tower from his arms again.

He took a deep breath, opened the tower cover and shook it gently, then slanted the tower body and poured it down towards the Yunhe grass below.

The drop of green liquid slowly slid down the mouth of the tower and sprinkled onto the spiritual medicine.

Seeing the green liquid slowly seeping into the roots of the spiritual grass, Yang Feng's mouth raised slightly, revealing a smile, and then turned around and walked out of the light curtain.

...

Spring goes and autumn comes, and two years pass by in a flash.

The Xuemang Mountains in the northwest of Wei State are thousands of miles away. The spiritual energy here is not very strong. There are barren mountains, endless peaks and deep valleys, surrounded by faint mist.

In a huge dark red valley in the mountains, dense buildings are built along the mountain. From time to time, some blood-robed cultivators flew by at low altitude, and some people are hurriedly entering and leaving these buildings.

In a hall deep in the valley, a middle-aged man with a leopard head and eyes paced back and forth a little anxiously, and from time to time looked up at a huge stone door deep in the hall.

The stone door was closed, and the blood-colored fluorescence was flowing continuously.

"Have you not come out of seclusion yet?"

A man's voice came from outside the hall gate, and then a strong man with scarred face walked in from outside.

"It should be soon. Third brother, how are the matter arranged?" the middle-aged man in blue robe asked anxiously.

"Nine branches have arrived, and the other four should be on the way. Almost all the inner disciples who are doing business outside have been recalled... Second brother, are we too mobilized?" said the scared strong man hesitantly.

"In just ten days, six branches were razed to the ground, and almost everyone, including the rudder leader, overnight, as if evaporated from the world, without any trace left. Third brother, do you think you can do this with your and my strength?"

The middle-aged man in blue robe sighed and asked back.

"How is that possible! But in this way, transactions everywhere were completely stopped and the losses were heavy. I was worried that my brother would blame you and I would make a furious decision...."

The scarred man smiled bitterly, but then he seemed to think of something and his body shivered.

"I don't know. But if there is a slight delay, I may be seriously damaged. Don't forget that those small and medium-sized families, even though they are very respectful to me on weekdays, are actually eager to put my Blood Knife Sect to death and get out of here. At that time, even those people from the demon clan will never miss this opportunity."
Chapter completed!