Chapter 249: Pill Formed

Outside the Jialan Secret Realm, the Golden Core ancestors of the four sects of Great Ming Prefecture and a dozen Foundation Establishment disciples under their command were sitting cross-legged below the entrance to the secret realm.

Suddenly, the void on Tianchan Laozu's shoulder fluctuated, and a golden toad phantom flashed out, simultaneously emitting a few "gua gua" chirps.

Upon hearing this, Tianchan Laozu's expression changed slightly.

"Tianchan, what happened?" Lieguang of the Luori Sect nearby asked with suspicion upon seeing this.

"A Tianchan avatar I cultivated seems to have fallen in the secret realm." Tianchan Laozu replied with a slightly sunken expression.

"This Tianchan of yours is a third-rank spirit beast, and the avatar should have at least second-rank strength. How did you let it mix into the secret realm?" Lieguang was stunned upon hearing this.

"Hmph, what else could I do? Naturally, I learned from a certain big monk, using secret techniques to abolish part of the cultivation base and forcibly lower the realm. But even so, it is not something an ordinary Qi Refinement cultivator can kill." Tianchan Laozu glanced at the old monk Guangfa on the other side and replied with a huff.

"Amitabha." The old monk Guangfa chanted a Buddhist name with an unchanging expression.

"This Tianchan avatar was hidden on that palace-dressed girl, right? She seems to be a descendant of Tianchan. Since the Tianchan avatar has had an accident, her situation now is probably not very optimistic either." The old woman in green also spoke slowly.

"Mei girl is indeed the most outstanding among my grandchildren. I hope she can turn bad luck into good fortune. But since even this Tianchan avatar of mine has had an accident, I'm afraid there are mostly opponents above Qi Refinement in the secret realm." Tianchan Laozu sighed and replied.

Upon hearing this, the other three Golden Core ancestors also became uncertain.

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In a secret room on a certain level of the high tower, a bronze pill furnace stood in the center. Floating around it were yellow gourds, from which streams of colorful, eerie flames sprayed out, burning fiercely at the bottom of the furnace.

The entire pill furnace radiated waves of heat, making the whole secret room incomparably stuffy.

The kind-faced old monk held a bright green banana fan, fanning the pill furnace again and again.

The eerie flames wrapping the pill furnace rose and fell with the fanning of the banana fan, appearing very strange.

After waiting for another moment, a strange, muffled sound resembling an infant's cry came from the pill furnace, and at the same time, waves of pill fragrance permeated the air.

"Hehe, it seems my luck is not bad. I don't know how many years it has been since I refined this pill, yet it succeeded on the first furnace." A smile appeared on the old monk's face, and he muttered to himself, but the banana fan in his hand fanned "hu hu" three more times in succession.

"Zi" sound.

The colorful flames at the bottom of the pill furnace were extinguished by an inexplicable wind pressure, leaving not a trace.

The banana fan in the old monk's hand flashed and disappeared. Only after taking out a crimson box from his sleeve did he stand up unhurriedly, silently reciting a certain incantation while his other hand cast one incantation after another at the pill furnace.

"Peng"

The lid on top of the pill furnace suddenly flew into the air as if exploding. Amidst the thick medicinal fragrance, a stream of black mist sprayed out from the furnace.

This mist was incomparably cold. As soon as it permeated, the temperature in the entire secret room dropped sharply, as if it had suddenly changed from a sweltering summer day to the depths of winter.

The old monk turned a blind eye to all this, instead grabbing into the black mist with his five fingers in the void.

"Wa," "wa," "wa."

Three infant cries sounded again.

In the old monk's palm, there were three pale black pills.

Each of the three pills was semi-transparent, and faintly, a tiny pitch-black human phantom flickered uncertainly inside each. On the surface of each pill, a clear pale yellow pill pattern could also be seen.

"Pity, all are low-grade, none are mid-grade." The old monk glanced at the pale black pills in his hand and said with regret, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, seemingly quite satisfied with his pill refining technique.

Just at this moment, the entire secret room trembled twice with a few "boom" sounds, as if some huge vibration had come from a very distant place.

The smile that had just appeared on the old monk's face vanished. After putting the three pale black pills into the crimson box, he turned his head and said lightly to the seemingly empty void beside him:

"Old friend, you're back."

"It seems these outsiders really have some means. Relying solely on the formation and your descendants really can't stop them. You should make a move to delay them."

"Once we have subdued that Brahma Body Dharma Form and taken the treasures, we can leave this ghost of a place."

As soon as these words were spoken, the void beside him fluctuated, and a faint black figure emerged, wrapped in black Qi. Its facial features and body were blurred, revealing only a pair of somewhat crazy blood-red eyes, but it seemed to be carrying some heavy object in its hand.

"I... I will go kill... kill the outsiders. Jialan... reincarnation... you go handle..." The blurred black figure emitted a stuttering child's voice.

"Of course, this is what you and I agreed upon long ago. Leave the outsiders to you to deal with, and I will go handle the Jialan reincarnation immediately. Rest assured, the time for us to leave here is coming soon." The old monk stroked the surface of the crimson box a few times and said with flickering eyes.

"That... that's good. I will go... and return... wait for me. This... thing, not tasty... for you." After the black figure stuttered these two sentences, it raised its arm and threw something heavily onto the ground. Then, the void nearby blurred, and its figure disappeared again.

The old monk looked at the giant toad corpse, half a zhang long, that had appeared on the ground, but he was somewhat surprised.

This giant toad was covered in pale gold spots, but its mouth, nose, and seven orifices were bleeding, and a large piece of muscle was missing from one of its thighs, with clear bite marks.

……

Wang Yu, holding the white formation disk, was wrapped in a light breeze, his figure traveling fast through the fog sea. Wherever he passed, the white fog retreated.

A moment later, his figure suddenly stopped. Staring at a large area of spider demon beast corpses on the open ground in front, his expression was somewhat ugly.

This was clearly the place he had passed not long ago. He seemed to have made a big circle and walked back to the original place.

After Wang Yu took a deep breath, he looked at the moon in the sky for a few moments, then identified a certain direction. Without a word, the light breeze on his body rose again, and his figure quickly crossed the area in front of him.

Half a quarter of an hour later.

Wang Yu appeared again from another direction of this area. After seeing the situation in front of him clearly, he could only stop his footsteps again.

He looked at the white formation disk in his hand, his expression changing uncertainly.

He seemed to have fallen into a certain restriction within the formation. Although this disk could disperse the fog, it could not guide him out of this area.

However, since he dared to break into this formation, naturally he had some reliance in his heart.

Thinking of this, Wang Yu patted the storage bag at his waist with one hand. With a "sou" sound, a pale blue banner, a zhang long, flew out. He grabbed it and poured his magic power into it.

This object was exactly one of the three water-avoiding banners he had obtained from the storage bag of the tenth true disciple of the Moluo Sect. ===== CHAPTER 250 =====