Inside the cave, Song Jian rested for a while and felt better.

The second-grade first-level spiritual herb is more valuable than the dozen red flame stones you get. One of the main materials that can refine second-grade elixirs.

"It seems that I'm going to stay here for a few months." Song Jian looked at the three-leaf clover and regarded it as a treasure, but he didn't want to throw it here. If it was taken away by someone else, Song Jian would definitely vomit blood and die.

Zhizhi, who was refining Qingyun Pill, suddenly opened his eyes, and a light flashed out of his eyes.

"Boss, this is worthy of being a divine pill, it's much faster than I can practice myself!" Zhizhi came to Song Jian with an excited look, almost crushing the treasured three-leaf clover in front of Song Jian.

Seeing this, Song Jian slapped Zhizhi away and said with a heartache: "Zhizhi, I said, be careful, crushed my three-leaf clover, see how I deal with you!"

Zhizhi grinned and said, "Hehe...Boss, don't worry, why did I ruin your baby? Just..."

Looking at Zhizhi's greedy look, Song Jian certainly knew that Zhizhi was trying to attack his Qingyun Pill.

"No, you kid are content! Do you think the divine pill is so easy to refine? You can only take the second pill after you have completely refined the effect of the Qingyun pill." This is not Song Jian's stingyness. As he said, the divine pill is not easy to obtain, so of course it cannot be paid.

It takes a lot of effort to refine the magic pill from collecting materials to refining the pills. And even a magic beast like Zhizhi, it is impossible to completely absorb the effects of the pills in just a few months.

Zhizhi understood what Song Jian meant, and he also realized that after refining the pill, Song Jian's face was not very good, obviously because it hurt his mind.

"Boss, you can refine a Qingyun pill first, and I'll watch it for you." Zhizhi said with a smile on his face.

Song Jian nodded. He really needed pills to improve his strength.

The Qingyun Pill transformed into a pure original power and quickly flowed through Song Jian's body. Song Jian's body was like a hungry sponge, swallowing the original power frantically.

But despite this, the pure large amount of original power contained in Qingyun Pill is far from being absorbed by Song Jian's body. Most of them wander in the meridians, and every time they wander, part of the original power will pass away.

"***, it's really a waste!" Song Jian watched helplessly as the boundary force flowing out of his body, and felt as distressed as if he had cut his flesh. It was all the pure original force that Song Jian had worked hard to refine, and it was the best original force to refine.

Song Jian did not dare to hesitate, and quickly moved his mind and began to refine the original power of the world, enter his divine nature, and began to forge his divine nature.

The divine nature is the foundation of the gods. All the power source, even the soul is located. Therefore, even if the body of the gods is destroyed, as long as the soul in the divine nature is fine and the divine nature is not destroyed, they can instantly condense the divine body.

Feeling that a large amount of pure realm power was absorbed by himself, Song Jian could clearly find that his cultivation was improving by leaps and bounds. Compared with his usual hard practice, this cultivation speed was like a world of difference between a rocket and a snail.

Comfortable!

Even Song Jian's soul that was consumed by alchemy was slowly recovering at this moment.

When the pure origin power of Song Jian's meridians completely disappeared, Song Jian breathed a sigh of relief and temporarily stopped practicing. After feeling his current level of cultivation, Song Jian grinned. No wonder Zhizhi asked him for the first time after refining the Qingyun Pill. This cultivation level has improved too quickly.

For example, after seeing the Rocket's speed, will the snail still care about his pitiful speed?

"Although I'm still in the realm of a lower level god, I feel that it's much more stable than the previous realm. Now that I'm facing Lao Lin, I can definitely suppress him in terms of strength." Song Jian subconsciously waved his arm and felt the endless power.

"I guess after I refine the medicinal effects in my body, my cultivation level is likely to enter the middle stage of the lower god." Song Jian knew that nearly one-tenth of the medicinal effects of the Qingyun Pill were absorbed by the body cells.

These medicinal effects absorbed by the body will be quickly absorbed into the divine nature during daily practice. Before the medicinal effects in the body are absorbed, taking pills will not only greatly reduce the effect, but also will simply spend a lot of medicinal effects on pills.

Thinking of this, Song Jian seemed to have understood a truth vaguely.

If your body is big enough, then there will be great benefits when taking pills to practice.

For example, if Song Jian's body is ten times larger than that of now, then if he continues to take such a Qingyun pill, he will not have any effect at all and will be absorbed by his body.

In this way, you can take two pills in a row, and the efficiency of cultivation will be doubled!

"I'm so kind, no wonder in Chuyuan Continent, those existences with huge divine bodies are often called people with strong talents. That's how things are." While sighing, Song Jian even wished that one day he could have a body like Mount Tai and practice like that, how efficient would he be?

Thinking of this, Song Jian couldn't help but look at Zhizhi, the size of a cat, on the side.

"***, Zhizhi's body is less than one tenth of mine. This kid just refined the Qingyun Pill. How much medicine should have been spent?" Song Jian looked at Zhizhi with malicious intentions, with a fierce light in his eyes.

Zhizhi was inexplicably looked at by Song Jian with such fierce eyes, and his body shivered, subconsciously took a few steps back, and said in confusion: "Boss, why are you looking at me like this? Your baby is still there, I have not ruined..."

Song Jian came to Zhizhi's side and said to Zhizhi: "Zhizhi, tell me honestly, how much has you refined Qingyun Pill?"

Song Jian just refined only 70% of the others, but all the others were spent. Because his body was limited and his refining speed was limited, he could only watch the original powers being spent bit by bit in the meridians.

When Zhizhi heard Song Jian’s words, he immediately smiled and said, “Ten Thousands!”

"Fuck! Do you think your boss is really stupid? The efficiency of refining elixirs has a lot to do with the size of the divine body. Your kid's divine body is so small, how much original power can it absorb?" Song Jian felt distressed at this moment. The pill he refined with hard work and hard work was so irrelevant that he had the heart to kill.

Zhizhi laughed and said, "Boss, that's right, my divine body is small, but my refining speed is very fast. So, it almost doesn't take any original power."

"Really?" Song Jian looked at Zhizhi half-believingly, but Zhizhi was right. The efficiency of this refining pill seemed to have a lot to do with the refining speed in addition to the size of the divine body.

Seeing that Song Jian didn't believe him, Zhizhi refused and immediately grinned and said, "Boss, I am the only celestial devouring rat in the world. I can't completely refine one level one pill, so I would rather take a piece of tofu and commit suicide."

This time, Song Jian really believed it. He suddenly seemed a little embarrassed. Originally, Song Jian thought Zhizhi was a prodigal son, but he didn't expect that the real prodigal person was himself.

Zhizhi seemed to have also grabbed Song Jian's small braid and said with a serious look: "Oh! Boss, you have only refined 70%. Oh, you are really a waste of money..."

At the end, Zhizhi deliberately acted like a disappointment, and Song Jian almost fell to the ground and died on the spot.

"Go to you! Why am I a loser? I have made this thing myself and I spent a lot of effort. At most, it would be just an improper use..." Song Jian said this, exerting his shameless function.

When Song Jian saw Zhizhi's contemptuous look, he immediately refused to worry about this topic. He changed the subject and said, "Zhizhi, please help me watch it. I want to restore the mental energy consumed by this alchemy."

Regardless of whether Zhizhi agreed or not, Song Jian hurriedly sat cross-legged and looked like he was practicing.

In the third volume of Daoyan Jue, Song Jian has practiced to great success and has mastered his soul.

Daoyan Jue has always been Song Jian’s ace secret technique. Before there was no new secret technique to replace him, Song Jian could of course only practice this third volume to restore the soul power he had lost in his alchemy.

"The Daoyan Jue should be more than three volumes. I don't know if I still have the fate to get the fourth volume..." Song Jian felt a little expectant in his heart, but he also knew that the first three volumes of the Daoyan Jue were obtained by himself, which was completely luck. If he wanted to find the fourth volume, Song Jian was really sure.

Let’s not talk about whether this Yanjue Jiuxuantian will have it. Even if it has it, the Jiuxuantian nine-piece supercontinent, the Chuyuan Continent alone, Song Jian cannot travel around every corner, let alone the entire Jiuxuantian.

By abandoning these thoughts, Song Jian devoted himself to practicing Tao Yan Jue and restored his soul power.

But not long after Song Jian practiced, he saw the cave entrance rushing in quickly and shouted anxiously: "Boss, stop practicing, something big is wrong!"

Song Jian opened his eyes and asked, "Zhizhi, what's wrong?"

"Old Lin, that bastard, that bastard has found here!" Zhizhi had just picked geese and lingering fruit outside, but suddenly found Lao Lin. There was a man in armor beside Lao Lin.

Needless to think about it, Zhizhi knew who the armored man was. Of course, Han Zhuoming, who Ye Lingfeng told Song Jian to be careful, was a powerful man in the late stage of the lower god.

Song Jian also knew that Lao Lin would never dare to come to him alone, after all, Lao Lin was not Song Jian's opponent. In this way, Lao Lin was most likely to have Han Zhuoming found.

Song Jian's face changed drastically. Although his cultivation level had just broken through, he was definitely not a match for Han Zhuoming.

"Strange, why did this old Lin chase after him so soon?" Song Jian frowned and said in confusion.

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