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Chapter 847 Heaven-reaching Spirit Treasure Altar

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    After a while, the small cyan cauldron shone brightly in the infant fire, exuding a scorching aura.  The entire secret room began to tumbling with heat waves, and the temperature rose sharply.

    A cold light flickered in Han Li's eyes, and with a wave of his hand, a spell hit the small cauldron.

    With a soft sound, a ray of blue light flew from the tripod soaring into the sky. It was the tripod cover that flew out by itself, hovered over the small tripod and hovered motionless.

    Seeing this, Han Li quickly pointed at a square jade box on the ground in front of him. The lid of the box disappeared without a sound, revealing a black tuber-shaped thing, several inches in size, and somewhat oblate.  .

    Han Li stared at the object for a moment, then stretched out his hand and made a move in the air. Suddenly, the tuber-like thing flew out of the jade box, and stayed in the air about ten feet above the ground.

    With a flick of Han Li's indifferent finger, the green light flashed past, and a part the size of one-fifth of the tuber fell down without a trace.

    With a flick of the sleeve robe, a cyan glow shot out from the cuff, and the dropped part was rolled and thrown into the small cauldron.

    Then he hit the tuber with another spell, and it immediately fell back into the jade box.

    Then Han Li ignored the object, and opened another long wooden box with a spell, revealing a section of emerald green stem of unknown spirit grass.

    Casting the same spell, cut off a small piece with the sword glow, and put it into the cauldron.

    Just like that, Han Li followed the pill recipe, selected various materials in front of him and put some of them into the cauldron, and finally took out one of the spiritual candle fruit.

    The cyan sword light flashed, and it was divided into four parts, and one of them was put into the cauldron.

    Only then did Han Li rush to the floating cauldron cover and tap lightly.

    The cauldron cover fell straight down, covering the small cauldron tightly.

    Han Li exhaled lightly, and opened his mouth again.  The cyan baby fire spewed out, and the cyan flame suddenly swelled up, and the indoor temperature rose a lot at once.

    At this time, staring at the small cauldron in the flames, Han Li's ten fingers kept bouncing, and he continuously shot out spells one after another, hitting the small cauldron without missing a single one.

    Not long after, the sound of thunder began to come out of the small cauldron, and the sound seemed to be getting louder.

    Seeing this, Han Li raised his eyebrows, and the speed of the formula in his hand changed, suddenly becoming slow and fast.

    The sound of thunder in the cauldron is also high and low for a while, which is very strange.

    Han Li's face was dull at this time, but the blue light in his eyes was flickering, as if he had directly observed the condition of the elixir in the small cauldron through the wall of the cauldron, and he looked neither sad nor happy.

    Time passed by like this little by little

    Just when Han Li was struggling to make alchemy, at the altar in the basin, the group of Ghost Spirit Sect finally climbed to the top of the altar which was hundreds of feet high.

    I don't know what the ancient monks who built the altar thought, but the restrictions on the steps of the altar are really abnormal.  Starting from the bottom of the altar, almost every time the stairs climbed to a certain height, the gravity on these people would immediately increase greatly.

    Therefore, when climbing from the bottom to the middle of the altar, the group of people only spent more than two hours slowly, but from the middle of the altar to the top, it took a full day and night, and they even had to rest for an hour halfway.  In half a day, recover your mana.

    The Nascent Soul monks, including the master of Ghost Spirit Sect, are fine, but the three disciples in the alchemy stage are barely able to reach the top.  Because when it reached the last dozen or so steps, almost a thousand catties of force were exerted on the body every step of the way.  These alchemy monks moved here almost inch by inch.

    Of course, Wei Wuya is the most relaxed among them.

    From the beginning to the end, I didn't see any major impact of the ban on this late Nascent Soul cultivator, and I haven't seen any signs of difficulty.  One must know that even when Wang Tiangu and the others reached the last stage, they could only take one step and stop one step at a time, their faces were really ugly.

    Of course, when the head of the Ghost Sect saw Wei Wuya's performance, he was secretly startled, and couldn't help but give Wei Wuya another high-level look.

    Although they have different levels of cultivation, they climbed to the top of the altar at the same time under the deliberate attention of the master of Ghost Spirit Sect.

    As soon as he stepped on the top, the feeling that was as heavy as Mount Tai just now disappeared without a trace, and the few disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect finally breathed a sigh of relief.

    Although they were protected by the aura of body protection, walking all the way from the bottom of the altar still made their backs ache, their legs ached, and their bodies were weak.

    They haven't experienced this kind of feeling when they are ordinary people, but it has been a long time.  After all, when you usually go there, you can get there just by stomping your feet, and you have never suffered this kind of pain again.

    Wang Tiangu and others ignored all this,With a lift, the finger flicked slightly, and four gray magic arts shot out, hitting the stone statue.

    Immediately, the things in Qilin's mouth expanded and contracted, and they shot out one after another.

    Four beams of five-color light shot up into the sky, and shot into the air.  Then the brilliance exploded, and a five-color light ball with a size of Zhang Xu appeared in the sky.

    Then the space near the light sphere distorted and deformed, and after a loud noise that shook the sky, it burst open suddenly.

    The five-color aura was dazzling, covering the entire sky above the altar for a while, and the astonishing fluctuations of aura swept towards the monks on the altar like a stormy wave.

    Even a monk like Wei Wuya can't help but change his face when he senses the intensity of the aura fluctuation.  The rest of the people couldn't help taking a few steps back, and hastily mobilized their spiritual power to resist.

    Fortunately, the bursting process was very short here, and the rays of light converged in a blink of an eye, and the aura collapsed.  Only then did Guilingmen and the others feel confident, and hurriedly raised their heads to look into the sky.

    As a result, after seeing the situation in the sky clearly, everyone was shocked.

    Wei Wuya's face was ashen, he turned his head suddenly, stared at the Confucian scholar and said coldly:

    "Is this the entrance to Lingmiao Garden you mentioned?"

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