Chapter 44: Phoenix Soul Blood Incense

Unlike Ning Zhuo's heart was full of a sense of urgency.

Because he didn't know when the subsequent competitors would be hooked into the Magma Xian Gong to accept the trial.

It was very likely that in the next moment, that Meng Chong would enter the palace, then pass through all the stages, enter the preparation room, and discover Unlike Ning Zhuo's name.

"The other party possesses a super-grade Immortal Aptitude!"

"Is there any way to make the foundation of my soul surge by at least double in a short time?"

Unlike Ning Zhuo frowned and opened several drawers.

These drawers were stuffed with jade slips.

Every jade slip had a simple annotation on it.

Unlike Ning Zhuo searched for a while, pulled out a jade slip from among them, and pressed it to his brow.

He drew spiritual sense from the Upper Dantian Spirit Sea, probed into the jade slip, and browsed the information.

From the time he started earning spirit stones, he began to collect information from the outside. This good habit had already lasted for more than ten years.

It was precisely by relying on this information that he had a better understanding of Fire Persimmon Xiancheng. Otherwise, with his Qi Condensation cultivation, how could he understand cultivators like Jin Dan and Nascent Soul?

Although much of the information remained on the surface, it couldn't withstand Unlike Ning Zhuo collecting it day after day for ten years, constantly comparing the development of events before and after, and constantly pondering.

Unlike Ning Zhuo flipped through multiple jade slips, mainly looking for information related to the soul.

Eleven years ago.

A demonic cultivator came to the outside of Fire Persimmon Xiancheng, named Hua Qianhun. She planted flowers in a valley near the city, making the sea of flowers spread, covering the mountains and plains, creating rumors of strange flowers appearing. Many people were attracted, entered the sea of flowers, had their souls extracted, and became flower fertilizer. Finally, a strange flower did appear, named Soul Essence Flower. Hua Qianhun immediately picked it and escaped rapidly.

Eight years ago.

Information about the appearance of the Seven-Star Lamp spread widely in the cultivation world. Fire Persimmon Xiancheng also learned of this matter.

The Seven-Star Lamp was made by the first-generation famous prime minister of the Qingshan Kingdom, Kong Riyue. He wanted to defy heaven and change his fate, so he made this lamp, intending to use the power of the stars to replace a part of his soul with a Heavenly Soul. Finally, because of the sabotage of the traitor Dai Yan of the Hegemony Kingdom, it fell short of success.

The appearance of the Seven-Star Lamp caused waves in several countries at that time, triggering countless cultivators to fight for it, and almost triggered a war between the Qingshan Kingdom and the Hegemony Kingdom.

Five years ago.

A Jin Dan cultivator of the Holy Ape Sect walked the world and came to Fire Persimmon Xiancheng. During his stay, his cultivation method went wrong, he went into qi deviation, and his soul actually fused with his spirit pet, the Rage Heart Ape. It caused not small losses to the Fire Persimmon Xiancheng at that time, and several Jin Dan cultivators joined forces to kill him.

Four years ago.

A large amount of ghost fire appeared in the cemetery at the foot of Fire Persimmon Mountain, leading to a trend of picking ghost fire.

Three years ago.

Seven hundred miles away from Fire Persimmon Xiancheng, there was a withered mountain, and a Yellow Spring appeared in the Dead Valley in the mountain, attracting many cultivators to fight for it.

Two years ago.

A Nine Nether Black Death Cat appeared near Fire Persimmon Xiancheng, and the City Lord fought personally, fighting for three days and three nights before driving it away.

The aftermath of the battle deeply affected hundreds of miles of mountain forests.

Many mountain ridges were shrouded in death qi, with ghosts walking at night.

Fire Persimmon Xiancheng was also affected. The City Lord ordered a large number of cultivators to go out of the city without interruption, purge the surroundings of the Xiancheng, and reorganize the mountains and rivers. The Southern Bean Dynasty allocated a large amount of relief funds and distributed a large amount of materials, which finally reawakened the natural vitality of the surrounding world.

One year ago.

Alchemy master Sun Lie visited friends in Fire Persimmon Xiancheng and was entrusted by the Zhou family to refine Phoenix Soul Blood Incense Pills using the soul and essence blood of a phoenix-attribute bird. On the day the pill was completed, the phoenix cry circled the beams for three days without stopping, which was called a strange sight in the city.

Eighteen pills were completed, twelve were delivered to the Zhou family, and the remaining six triggered a fierce struggle among cultivators, causing one death and three injuries. The culprit, Han Ming, is still at large...

"Phoenix Soul Blood Incense Pill." A glimmer of cold light flashed in Unlike Ning Zhuo's eyes.

He knew this elixir; it was as red as blood, its fragrance was refreshing, and it had a very strong effect of nourishing the soul and reviving it.

Unlike Ning Zhuo took out his token and threw it outward.

The token disintegrated in mid-air and rapidly transformed into a suit of armor.

Cang Tie Han Jia.

After the action of blowing up the Xian Gong, the Han Jia suffered not light damage, especially on the back. The greater damage came from its interior. As one of the key mechanical components, the Foundation Establishment Pill, only one-tenth remained.

"No choice, must take action!"

Unlike Ning Zhuo crawled into the Cang Tie Han Jia. He bent down and leaned on a cane. After a flash of light, the Han Jia's mask turned into an old man, his face haggard, his eye bags dark purple, and his wrinkles deep. He wore a tattered leather cloak, and the "Hanging Whip" decomposed, disguised as hair, hanging from his head to his feet.

The "Hanging Guest" appeared on the stage again.

Unlike Ning Zhuo stood in the corner and activated the teleportation formation.

The next moment, he entered deep underground.

He walked out of the teleportation room, passed by the huge furnace used for burning corpses, and his hunched figure gradually disappeared into the underground secret passage.

Fire Persimmon Xiancheng, Black Market.

In the courtyard, a cultivator knelt on the ground.

His body trembled, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, his face full of worry and fear, cupping his hands and begging for mercy: "Boss Sun, I will definitely pay back the money I owe. I will definitely be able to pay it back! You must believe me, I..."

Pfft.

The next moment, a blade light flashed, and one of the kneeling cultivator's arms was directly unloaded.

"Ah—!"

The kneeling cultivator was stunned for a moment, then began to howl, his voice miserable.

He covered his severed arm with his hand and fell to the ground, the severe pain making him roll on the ground.

The huge wound sprayed blood outward, and very quickly, a pool of blood formed.

Boss Sun laughed happily, appreciating the miserable scene in front of him.

He had a head of pitch-black short hair, his cheeks were fleshy, and they were dyed with two clusters of red, looking very cute.

His eyes were big, black and white, and distinct. His skin was tender and smooth, his figure was short, and overall he looked like a three- or four-year-old child.

This was all because he had accidentally eaten a "Fixed-Face Pill" in his infancy and then cultivated a special cultivation method.

Boss Sun was a Jin Dan cultivator, and his full name was Sun Lingtong.

Sun Lingtong sneered with disdain: "You still want to lie to me? I have been in charge of the Black Market for so long, relying on this pair of eyes of mine. I am the most accurate at judging people; can you lie to my Spirit Eyes?"

As he spoke, he played with a dagger.

The dagger was extremely sharp, flying between Sun Lingtong's flexible wrists and fingers, like a butterfly dancing in the moonlight.

Just at this moment, a cultivator respectfully stepped forward and whispered in Sun Lingtong's ear.

Sun Lingtong immediately converged his smile, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"You guys clean up, a distinguished guest has arrived." Sun Lingtong waved his hand, and immediately two burly body-refining cultivators with fierce faces ran over.

One directly twisted the neck of the severed-arm cultivator and left carrying the corpse.

Another performed a spell to clean up the small courtyard.

A moment later, the "Hanging Guest" was led into the small courtyard.

Sun Lingtong opened his arms and walked toward the "Hanging Guest" with a full face of smiles: "Brother, what wind blew you here?"

The "Hanging Guest"'s voice was hoarse, his expression indifferent: "Boss Sun, this time, there is indeed something I need to trouble you with."

"I want to take action against Sun Lie."

Sun Lingtong's pupils shrank sharply. ===== CHAPTER 45 =====