Chapter 606

He waved his hands, and a blazing flame turned into a huge fire dragon, heading towards the alchemy furnace. Wherever the fire dragon passed, the ice and snow melted instantly, and the ground was burned black.

Xuan Ji then made hand gestures and silently chanted: "Xuan Ji Jue - Spirit Shield to Protect the Body!"

Just as the pill was about to take shape, the sky suddenly became overcast with dark clouds, thunder and lightning, and a powerful pressure descended from the sky. The pill calamity had arrived!

Fu Shaoping secretly exclaimed in his heart: "The pill tribulation is indeed extraordinary. We need to be more careful."

Nangong Wan also felt a little nervous: "The strength of Dan Jie is indeed strong, we need to be more cautious."

Xuan Ji thought to himself: "Dan Jie's strength is indeed extraordinary. We need to be more cautious.
Fu Shaoping made hand gestures with both hands and whispered: "Nine Heavens Mysterious Spirit Art - Frost Spear!"

He waved his hands, and countless ice crystals condensed into a huge frost spear, piercing Dan Jie. Wherever the frost spear passed, the air seemed to be frozen, and a thick layer of frost formed on the ground.

Nangong Wan laughed loudly, waved his hands, and shouted: "Red Flame Art - Fire Tornado!"

He waved his hands, and a blazing flame turned into a huge fire dragon, facing the pill calamity. Wherever the fire dragon passed, the ice and snow melted instantly, and the ground was burned black.

Xuan Ji then made hand gestures and silently chanted: "Xuan Ji Jue - Spirit Shield to Protect the Body!"

He waved his hands, and a gentle spiritual power turned into a huge spiritual shield, blocking the three people. Wherever the spiritual shield passed, the spiritual energy fluctuations were calmed, and the ground became calm.
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The residual power of the pill calamity had not yet dissipated, and the valley was filled with burning spiritual energy and a faint medicinal fragrance. The lid of the alchemy furnace trembled slightly, and a ray of colorful rays of light shone through the gap, as if it had life and hovered on the top of the furnace. Xuanji waved his whisk and said in a deep voice: "When the pill is completed, it is necessary to stabilize its shape with spiritual power, otherwise the medicinal properties will collapse and all previous efforts will be wasted."

Fu Shaoping and Nangong Wan looked at each other and made hand gestures at the same time. The three of them stood in a triangle, and their spiritual power intertwined like silk threads into a net, covering the alchemy furnace. A clear humming sound came from the furnace, like the roar of a dragon and the cry of a phoenix, and the furnace cover was lifted up with a bang——

A completely white pill was suspended in the air, with golden patterns flowing on its surface. The fragrance of the pill condensed into substantial mist, and one could feel the meridians boiling as soon as one inhaled it.

Fu Shaoping took a deep breath, and lightly touched the body of the pill with his fingertips. The pill turned into a stream of light and sank into his brow. His whole body was shaken, his pupils suddenly contracted, and the pores all over his body burst into a strange vision of frost and flames. His bones made a crisp sound like jade colliding, and the dormant spiritual power in the dantian surged like a tsunami, breaking through the bottleneck in an instant! He shouted in a low voice, and his robe moved without wind. The pressure of the fusion period swept across the valley: "This pill can actually integrate yin and yang... My "Nine Heavens Mysterious Spirit Art" directly entered the seventh level!"

Nangong Wan laughed loudly, raised his hand and swallowed a wisp of Dan Qi into his stomach. In an instant, red-gold flames ignited all over his body, and his hair stood up like a flame tail. The shadow of the Vermillion Bird vaguely appeared behind him. The flames did not burn people, but instead wrapped around the meridians like a living thing, tempering the originally violent "Red Flame Art" spiritual power into pure as glass. "Excellent!" He clasped his palms together, and the flames condensed into nine golden lotuses circling above his head, "The danger of the demon fire backlash has been resolved. This pill should be called 'Nirvana'!"

Xuan Ji was the most cautious. He used a whisk to pick up the pill mist and drew the Bagua formation on his palm. The moment the pill entered his throat, his white hair turned black, his wrinkles faded, and a silver Dao pattern appeared between his eyebrows. The ground beneath his feet cracked silently, and countless spiritual energy flowed into his body like a hundred rivers returning to the sea. "A thousand years of life... has been restored!" He stroked his beard and sighed. As the whisk was swept lightly, the dead trees in the valley came back to life and flowers bloomed everywhere. "This pill contains the power of the dragon veins of Kunlun Mountain. It can only be obtained by God's will."
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The red clouds gradually dissipated, and the clouds of Kunlun Mountain glowed with a light golden halo in the morning light. The three of them stood on the top of the mountain, with the sea of clouds rolling under their feet and the peaks in the distance like swords, pointing straight to the sky.

Fu Shaoping turned around, bowed solemnly to Xuanji, and said: "This time, I am refining the elixir, thanks to the guidance of the senior, otherwise it would be difficult to succeed. Shaoping will remember this kindness in his heart."

Nangong Wan also smiled and clasped his fists, with flames flowing in his eyes, and it was obvious that his cultivation had made great progress: "Daoyou Xuanji, if you come to the Southern Wilds someday, you must find us to drink three cups of spiritual wine!"

Xuanji stroked his beard and smiled. His white hair had turned black again, and the lines of Dao between his eyebrows were faintly visible, which made him look even more like an immortal. He nodded slightly, and with a whisk, a jade slip flew out of his sleeve and hung in front of the two people: "This is the "Xuanji Danlu" that I have learned throughout my life. I give it to you two, maybe it can help you practice in the future."

Fu Shaoping took the jade slip and felt it was warm in his hand. He used his spiritual sense to probe and saw countless recipes and pictures of spiritual medicines flowing like a galaxy. He couldn't help but exclaimed: "Such a valuable gift, I am unworthy of it!"

Xuanji shook his head and smiled, "The rise and fall of fate are all determined by heaven. I will be in seclusion soon, hoping to comprehend the way of heaven. Perhaps I will not be born again in a hundred years. The two Taoist friends are extremely talented and will become great in the future. Please take care."

Nangong Wan laughed loudly, waved his sleeves, and the red flame turned into a fire phoenix circling beside him: "In this case, we will not delay any longer. Fellow Daoist Xuanji, see you later!"

Fu Shaoping also nodded, and a wisp of frost condensed on his fingertips, turning it into a crystal jade talisman, which he handed to Xuanji: "This is the communication talisman of my Nine Heavens Mysterious Spirit Art. If you come out of seclusion, you can use this to find us two."

Xuan Ji took it, put it into his sleeve, and watched him go with a smile.

Two beams of light streaked across the sky, one ice and one fire, reflecting each other, and disappeared at the end of the sea of clouds in an instant.

Xuanji stood alone on the top of the mountain, looking in the direction they left. After a long while, he whispered, "The road to cultivation is long. I wonder what it will be like when we meet again someday..."

After saying this, his figure gradually faded away, turning into a wisp of breeze and dissipating in Kunlun Mountain.
Over the East China Sea, wind and waves suddenly arose.

Fu Shaoping and Nangong Wan were originally controlling the escape light, leisurely traveling among the sea of clouds, but suddenly they felt that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was disordered, and the fog around them was getting thicker.

"Strange, this fog can actually block spiritual consciousness?" Nangong Wan frowned, and a red flame ignited in his palm, trying to disperse the fog. However, as soon as the flame touched the fog, it was like a drop in the ocean, and went out silently.

Fu Shaoping looked solemn. A wisp of frost condensed on his fingertips and turned into ice crystals to explore the way. However, as soon as the ice crystals flew out, they strangely hovered in the air, and then shattered with a "crack" and turned into powder and dissipated.

"Something's wrong!" He shouted in a low voice, and was about to activate the "Nine Heavens Mysterious Spirit Art" to protect his body, but suddenly he discovered that the clouds under his feet had turned into a dark sea at some point, and in the distance, an island shrouded in gray fog was looming.

"We are being pulled by some force." Nangong Wan said in a deep voice, flames flashing in his eyes and his fighting spirit gradually rising.

The two looked at each other, restrained their breath tacitly, and slowly landed on the edge of the island.
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The moment I stepped onto the island, I heard a crisp "crackling" sound under my feet - it turned out to be a beach paved with countless bones!

These skeletons were of various shapes. Some were human cultivators, some were the remains of monsters, and some even had lingering spiritual energy, clearly indicating that they had died not long ago.

"This place... is actually an island of bone burial?" Fu Shaoping squatted down and touched a skeleton with his fingertips. He immediately felt a cold and resentful feeling coming towards him. He snorted coldly and shook his icy spiritual power to dispel the resentment.

Nangong Wan looked around, and suddenly his pupils shrank: "Shao Ping, look!"

Following the direction he pointed, deep in the island, a dilapidated stone tablet stood. The inscription on the tablet had been eroded by time, leaving only a few blurred ancient characters.

"Those who trespass...will be damned forever..."

The last two words were already incomplete, but the ominous meaning was overwhelming. Suddenly, the ground shook slightly, and a rustling sound came from the ruins in the distance, as if something was crawling out from the ground...

"boom--!"

Deep in the ruins, a black shadow rose into the sky. It turned out to be a dried corpse wearing a tattered Taoist robe! Its eye sockets were empty, but glowing with a faint green fire. With a wave of its withered claws, the black air in the sky turned into chains and attacked the two people!
"It's the residual soul of the ancient cultivator!" Nangong Wan shouted, and the Red Flame Art burst out with all his strength. A fire dragon roared out and collided with the black air chains, causing a sharp corrosion sound.

Fu Shaoping clasped his hands together, condensed the frost spear, and stabbed the corpse's forehead: "Destroy!"

However, the mummy did not dodge or evade. The moment the ice spear pierced its head, it actually grinned and said hoarsely: "Finally... I've waited for a living person..."

Before he finished speaking, the ground of the entire island suddenly lit up with blood-red array patterns, and countless bones trembled and pieced together, transforming into a hundred-foot-tall bone demon!
Nangong Wan spat: "Tsk, I stepped into a trap!"

Fu Shaoping's eyes were stern, and he said coldly: "If that's the case - then destroy this island!"

The two stood back to back, their spiritual energies blending.

Nangong Wan put his palms together, and the red flame turned into nine fire dragons that circled into the sky. The scorching heat caused the space to distort. Fu Shaoping pointed his sword to the sky, and the icy spiritual power condensed into a rain of swords, chilling the sky to the bone.

"Red Flame Burning Sky!"

"Mysterious Ice: Burial!"

The fire dragon and the ice sword intertwined, and the moment the power of ice and fire collided, it caused a shocking explosion!
"boom--!!!"

A violent spiritual storm swept across the entire island, bone demons wailed and disintegrated, mummies turned to ashes in the light, and even the strange stone tablet shattered into pieces.

After the smoke and dust cleared, a bottomless ancient well appeared in the center of the island. Runes flickered at the mouth of the well, and a shrill roar could be heard faintly...

Nangong Wan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and grinned, "It seems that this broken island hides even bigger secrets."

Fu Shaoping stared at the ancient well and said slowly, "Do you want to go down and take a look?"
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The runes on the edge of the ancient well flickered, as if they were breathing. The cold wind that gushed out of the well was mixed with the smell of decay, and the metal friction sound of chains dragging could be vaguely heard from deep inside, which was creepy.

Nangong Wan narrowed his eyes, a ray of red flame ignited on his fingertips, and shot it into the well - the fire fell only a few feet before being swallowed up by the darkness!

"Interesting." He licked his lips, his fighting spirit boiling, "Either there is an ancient beast hidden under this well, or it is a forbidden place of inheritance left by a great man."

Fu Shaoping, however, had a solemn expression: "It was recorded in the ancient books of the East China Sea that three thousand years ago there was a 'Soul Devouring Demon Lord' who was suppressed in the Eye of the Endless Sea, and the place where he was sealed was the 'Bone Stele to Calm the Soul, and the Black Well to Lock the Evil'..." Before he finished speaking, a sharp roar suddenly came from the bottom of the well, which hurt the eardrums of both of them!

"boom--!"

The rune at the well mouth suddenly exploded, and a jet of inky black mist rose into the sky. In midair, it condensed into a hideous ghost face, and a hoarse and crazy laugh came out as its fangs opened and closed: "Flesh and blood... Fresh flesh and blood!"

The ghost face suddenly pounced towards Nangong Wan, so fast that it was difficult to see with the naked eye! Nangong Wan shouted, and the red flame turned into a wall of fire to block it, but the black mist actually penetrated the flame and went straight into his brow!
“Wan’er!” Fu Shaoping’s eyes were about to burst, but he saw Nangong Wan’s whole body trembling violently, his eyes were instantly filled with black air, and the corners of his mouth twisted into a strange arc: “This body with fire spirit roots…I accept it!”

Evil thoughts take over the body!

Fu Shaoping bit his fingertip without hesitation, drew a frost spell on his palm with blood, and slapped Nangong Wan's chest: "Nine Heavens Mysterious Spirit, Seal the Soul!"

The ice-blue runes spread across Nangong Wan's body like a spider web, temporarily suppressing his restless evil thoughts. Nangong Wan's face was distorted, and he struggled and screamed: "Shaoping... kill me... quickly!"

"Shut up!" Fu Shaoping grabbed his wrist and poured spiritual power into his meridians frantically. "I'll take you to find Xuan Ji. He must have a way--"

Suddenly, a loud rumbling sound came from the bottom of the well, and the entire island began to collapse! It turned out that after the evil thought left the body, the formation that suppressed the bottom of the well completely failed, and countless wronged souls and bones poured out like a tide.

Fu Shaoping carried the unconscious Nangong Wan on his back and turned into a flash of light to rush towards the sky. The island behind him had sunk into the whirlpool, and a huge black hole formed on the sea surface. A bronze ancient coffin could be vaguely seen at the bottom of the well, and the coffin lid was slowly sliding open...

"It's too late..." Nangong Wan suddenly came to his senses, pushed Fu Shaoping away, drew out his life-defining fire sword and stabbed it into his dantian! "Red flames burn the heart, die together!"

"Do not--!"

Blazing white flames burst out from Nangong Wan's seven orifices, and the evil thoughts in his body screamed miserably. Fu Shaoping was blown hundreds of miles away by the shock wave, and watched helplessly as the figure turned to ashes in the explosion...

Three days later, Fu Shaoping knelt on a reef in the East China Sea, holding tightly the half-burnt hilt of a sword. Amid the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, a faint red flame suddenly rose from the hilt of the sword and condensed into a small flame in his palm.

Nangong Wan's weak voice came from the flames: "Husband... I will not die until my life fire is extinguished..."

Fu Shaoping's tears fell like rain.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty smell, blew over the reefs, and Fu Shaoping's robe rustled in the wind. He lowered his head and stared at the faint flame in his palm, his fingertips trembling slightly. The flame flickered, as if it would go out at any time, but it stubbornly maintained the last bit of life.

He carefully put the flame into the cold jade box he wore close to his body. The inner wall of the jade box was engraved with array patterns to protect the soul and strengthen the spirit. This was a gift from Xuanji before he left. He never thought that it would be useful one day.

Abnormal ripples appeared on the sea surface in the distance, and Fu Shaoping keenly sensed the abnormal movement in space. He pinched his fingers to hide his figure, and saw three black-robed men walking on the waves, with ferocious ghost faces embroidered on their chests. "People from the Soul Devouring Sect," Fu Shaoping's eyes were stern, these people must be related to the evil thoughts on the island.

The black-robed leader suddenly stopped, pressed his skinny claw-like palm on the sea, and the turbid spiritual power spread like ink. "The guardian's aura finally dissipated here." The voice was like sandpaper rubbing, "Search for me! That perfect body with fire spirit roots must be found!"

(End of this chapter)

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