Chapter 982 Enlightenment

The auction of the Dettol Chamber of Commerce is still going on. In the most luxurious room of the Dettol Commercial Building, a middle-aged man with fair skin is sitting with his eyes narrowed. Standing in front of him were two male cultivators, one of whom was the deacon of the Divine Lord who had previously dealt with Mo Wuji, and the other was a stooped, beardless old man.

"Guild Leader, that man has left Dettol Mall, and he knows a very top escape technique. After escaping, there is almost no space fluctuation. I suspect it has something to do with Five Elements Escape Technique, and it is most likely Earth Escape Technique. "The one who spoke was the Divine Lord monk.

The old man Wu Xu also said, "I can feel the moving direction of the Wugen Divine Iron, and it is leaving the Dettol Mall at an extremely fast speed."

The fair-skinned middle-aged man opened his eyes, smiled slightly and said, "This little guy is very good. He actually has such top-notch escape skills. When he gets there, let's check his feet first."

"Huh..." Old Man Wuxu didn't say yes, but instead let out a startled sigh.

"What's going on?" the middle-aged man called the leader asked quickly.

"The mark of the Rootless Divine Iron has disappeared. I can no longer capture that person's position." The old man's face was very ugly. Even the God King could not remove his mark in an instant, but now it was An unknown little ant casually hid.

The face of the monk Shenjun also became frightened, and he bowed and said, "Master, the mark on my clothes is left in one place. I suspect that he took off his clothes and lost them. I will go and have a look..."

The leader waved his hand, "Forget it, now that he has thought of this, there is no point in following the past. This matter is just an accident, and there is no need to continue to pay attention."

"Yes." The old man and the divine king both responded in relief.

The Dettol Chamber of Commerce is still a very formal chamber of commerce. They leave hidden spiritual thoughts on the treasures that are auctioned, not that they want to recover these things and let the guests lose their lives and money. Rather, they want to know where the stuff they sell goes, and only the top-tier stuff is worth it.

Mo Wuji's Rootless Divine Iron is the top-notch thing. Now that the mark on the Rootless Divine Iron has been erased, the Dettol Chamber of Commerce will never investigate or pursue it. Because this matter itself is the fault of the Dettol Chamber of Commerce, it can be said that the first imprint was made by the person who sent the auction without the Chamber of Commerce knowing. If there was a problem with the imprint and someone was sent to investigate, it would be impossible for the Dettol Chamber of Commerce to be where it is today.

A chamber of commerce that sells things overtly and secretly, no matter how covert it is, people will find out over time. Even in a place like Danqian Commercial Building, if you want to take advantage of Mo Wuji, you don't dare to do it blatantly, you can only do it within the loopholes of the rules.

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Mo Wuji didn't know how many times he had been marked, and he didn't know how many times he had been hunted down. Even the God King can't catch him through the divine mark.

After leaving Dettol City for three times, Mo Wuji simply threw away his clothes and threw all the things he got from the auction into the Immortal Realm. After moving continuously for nearly an hour, Mo Wuji entered the Immortal Realm and spent half a day checking whether there were any marks on his body. After confirming that there were no marks, he burned all his clothes, changed into a set of clean clothes, and turned around to return to Lingxiao City.

Two days later, Mo Wuji easily returned to his hospital.

As soon as he returned to the medical shop, Mo Wuji entered the second floor again and began to retreat to learn how to refine the fifth-grade divine elixir.

Qing Jin's Heart was promoted to the third level divine flame, and it was indeed much better when refining the fifth grade divine elixir. However, after half a month, Mo Wuji still had not refined a furnace of divine elixir.

Less than half of the thousands of divine grasses were consumed by Mo Wuji.

Mo Wuji knew that there was nothing he could do about it. It was not that there was something wrong with his alchemy, nor was it the relationship between his alchemy furnace and the flame.

This is mainly because his cultivation level is still a little behind, and he only wants to refine the fifth-grade divine elixir at the level of Yushen. Another main reason is that the rules of heaven and earth in Shenlu are weak.

In the Divine Continent, it was very difficult to be promoted to the Divine King, let alone Mo Wuji, a cultivator who wanted to refine a fifth-grade divine elixir.

After consuming hundreds of level five divine grasses again, Mo Wuji slowed down.

His Immortal Mortal Technique was originally the most suitable for refining elixirs and refining weapons. He has basically perfected everything that should be done to refine the fifth-grade divine elixir. Problems only arise when condensing the rules of the elixir. Every time before the elixir is completed, there is always a little bit missing. If his cultivation level were at the realm of gods, maybe he would have succeeded long ago.

Mo Wuji changed to just refining a furnace of fifth-grade divine elixir every day. Every time he refined the elixir, he did not seek success, but only wanted to capture every detail change in the elixir refining process.

If it were anyone else, even the top sect, no one would be able to do what Mo Wuji did. In just a few months, he would dare to consume thousands of fifth-level divine grasses.

The scarcity of fifth-level divine elixir kings in Shenlu is not only due to the restrictions of the rules of heaven and earth, which makes it difficult to advance to the fifth-level divine elixir king, but also because of the scarcity of fifth-level divine elixir kings.

If Mo Wuji hadn't accidentally obtained 700 fifth-level divine herbs at the Dettol Chamber of Commerce's auction, he would have had no hope of becoming the fifth-level divine elixir king.

"Crack!" Once again, the furnace of Yunyan Divine Pill shattered, and a faint smell of burnt pills came out. Mo Wuji did not continue to clean the furnace, but blankly picked up a dark pill with black impurities from the furnace. Red elixir.

This dark red pill with impurities was raised by Mo Wuji and placed in front of his eyes. For a long time, he did not make any further move.

Yes, this is a fifth-grade Yunyan Divine Pill. It was the only fifth-grade divine elixir that he refined after three months of seclusion.

Refining a fifth-grade divine elixir may not mean anything, but Mo Wuji knew very well how this divine elixir was refined.

When the Yunyan Divine Pill was about to break into pieces as before, he happily tried his own rules. He no longer relied on the rules of the Tao between heaven and earth to condense elixirs, but instead condensed elixirs through his own mortal rules.

The reason why he didn't try it before was because he always believed that he could only cultivate gods. The rules of the Divine Continent could give birth to a god king, or even a god king. Such rules of heaven and earth cannot condense the divine elixir, and there is no need to think about his mortal rules.

He has only cultivated the fifth level of gods, and the rules of the mortal world are still very weak. But just because he put this rule into the elixir furnace, an inferior fifth-grade divine elixir was created.

The gate seemed to vaguely appear before his eyes again. When he was planting Qinglu rice in Xiao Lingxiao Sect, he vaguely grasped a kind of avenue that was extremely important to him. Unfortunately, the avenue was vague and looming. He tried to seize it several times but failed. In the end, he could only wait for the opportunity. Today, when he was refining this inferior fifth-grade Yunyan Divine Pill, he saw the door again.

The rules are his own rules.

Mo Wuji just held this low-grade Yunyan Divine Pill with his hands, stunned.

One day, two days...

At this moment, Mo Wuji forgot that he was still refining elixirs, and that this was just his shop. He just maintained this posture and remained motionless as time passed by.

A faint Taoist aura circulated around him continuously, and then condensed again.

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"Brother who blames others, how long will it take for Brother Mo to come out of seclusion?" Chi Chuan couldn't bear it after waiting for nearly half a year.

It wasn't that he couldn't bear it anymore, but that he felt that his sister couldn't hold on any longer. Even if the purple Ji Dao Sand was turned into a soup for his sister to drink, her sister's life would still gradually dissipate. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, his sister will leave this world completely.

He stretched out his paw and patted Chi Chuan on the shoulder, "Xiaochuan, you must not be anxious. Let me tell you, didn't I go through seclusion for many years back then? I have only been in seclusion for half a year now, and you are already anxious. , what will we do in the future?”

"But my sister..."

Shi Chuan directly stopped Chi Chuan and said, "Don't worry, you have never seen what I am capable of. I have a younger brother named Dahuang. He is much more serious than your sister. The uncle rescued him differently."

Chi Chuan finally felt a little more at ease after hearing the blame. But if he knew that the predecessor of Dahuang mentioned by the blame was just an immortal puppet, maybe he would fight the blame right away.

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In an inconspicuous courtyard of Lingxiao Divine Sect's Chixiao Peak, a young man excitedly looked at the green dew rice in front of him and clenched his fists in excitement.

His Qinglu rice is about to be harvested. He has never planted Qinglu rice before, and he doesn’t know what kind of Qinglu rice this ridge of Qinglu rice will eventually harvest. But the rice on the seven pale golden Qinglu rice ears has a few pale golden lines, which is obviously the top quality Qinglu rice. He had not left the courtyard for half a month. He almost saw with his own eyes that the rice on the few pale golden rice ears slowly gained some pale golden stripes.

If it was really high-grade Qinglu rice, then he was eager to hand over his own Qinglu rice to prove that Qu Shendan had done nothing wrong.

He had had enough for this period of time, not from anything else, but from other people's looks and ridicules.

After Master Guangchang came to Lingxiao Shenzong, he taught him how to grow good Qinglu rice for seven days. He and Di Jie went to ask Mo Wuji for advice. Mo Wuji only taught him for half a day, oh no, it should be said that he only taught him for half an hour.

Even Deacon Chi Kun, who brought Mo Wuji over, sighed. No matter how good Mo Wuji was at planting Qinglu Rice, what could he teach him in half an hour?

Outside his small courtyard, two deacons from the Lingxiao Divine Sect were waiting to check Qu Shendan's results. According to the regulations of the Lingxiao Divine Sect, no one can step into the Qinglu rice field planted by the participating disciples except the participating disciples themselves.

So even if they came to check Qu Shendan's results, they could only wait outside.

"It's begun." Qu Shendan first landed next to the few pale golden green dew rice plants, and stretched out his hand to pluck all the rice ears. Then he shook his hand, and grains of green dew rice with pale golden stripes fell into the jade he had prepared long ago.

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