Chapter 759: The Confusion of the Ancient Tripod

Ye Chunyang narrowed his eyes and thought, but in the end he could only shake his head helplessly. The old man in green shirt had obviously cultivated some powerful magical powers. He could run away immediately after the soul left the body. Now he wanted to catch up with him again. It is no longer possible.

He immediately made a move with both hands, and the old man's Qiankun bag was opened silently. It contained various spiritual stones and materials, as well as some extraordinary magic weapons, but in Ye Chunyang's opinion, none of them could penetrate the Dharma Eyes.

After a while, he took out a scroll, which was the Haoyuan Dan formula that the old man had just obtained from the Saint Mark Cauldron.

Ye Chunyang opened the scroll and looked at it with a slightly happy expression. Many names of medicinal materials came to mind one by one, and there were also some notes on refining methods, which made him very satisfied.

But when he saw the end, he couldn't help but frown, and the joy on his face turned into a look of astonishment.

"Is this an incomplete refining method? The complete recipe can only be understood after collecting all the holy pattern cauldrons?"

Ye Chunyang murmured silently.

He looked at the prescription again with a thoughtful expression on his face, but his expression gradually darkened.

Judging from the description in this scroll, it was indeed the method of refining the Haoyuan Pill. However, surprisingly, the recipe was not complete, just a scribbled part. But what surprised him was not this, but the end of the recipe. Chu actually said that this elixir recipe comes from the ancient tripod with sacred patterns, and only by collecting all the ancient tripods can the complete refining method be understood.

"As expected, the ancient holy cauldrons in this Deadwood Immortal Mansion are indeed connected to the three Lingyun Sects. According to what this scroll says, does it require me to gather all the holy cauldrons?" Ye Chunyang touched it. He touched his chin with a thoughtful look on his face.

From what was written on the scroll, he was certain that the Saint Pattern Cauldron he was currently acquiring was from the same lineage as the three Lingyun Sects. Each had its own ancient elixir recipe, but he could only comprehend deeper things after gathering the four ancient cauldrons. .

When he first entered the immortal path, he learned many ancient prescriptions by chance from the ancient tripod of Lingyun Sect. Ye Chunyang benefited a lot from this, but he did not expect that the prescription of Haoyuan Dan was also obtained from this. Master Kumu seemed to be unable to gather all the saints. Because of the pattern tripod, the recipe for Haoyuan Dan was only partially understood.

However, from what the old man in green shirt said, it seemed that this holy cauldron came from the barbarians, and the Lingyun Sect had three others. Could there be some connection between the two?

A series of doubts flashed through Ye Chunyang's heart, and he immediately summoned the ancient tripod with holy patterns.

Strangely enough, after the cauldron came into his hands, there was no objection at all. He easily set up a divine consciousness brand and could control it as he pleased. Unlike other treasures, which require a period of training before they can be used.

Regarding this matter, after much thought, Ye Chunyang could only relate it to the fact that he had gained insights into the three sacred tripods of Lingyun Sect.

After staring at the cauldron for a moment, Ye Chunyang used his spiritual consciousness to explore it, silently comprehending something.

After about a cup of tea, he slowly opened his eyes, with a look of half surprise and half surprise on his face.

"It turns out that the Holy Pattern Cauldron is divided into four main and auxiliary seats. Each of them was printed with the elixir by an ancient monk with great supernatural powers. No wonder Su Xueyuan and I could understand so many mysteries from it when we were in Lingyun Sect. The method of alchemy.”

Ye Chunyang clicked his tongue twice in surprise.

As he expected, there were many ancient elixir recipes reflected in this cauldron. What surprised him deeply was that the cauldron he got now was actually the main cauldron among the four holy pattern cauldrons. Its refining method was far better than that of Lingyun Sect. The three auxiliary tripods are much more mysterious.

The only regret is that, as stated in the scroll left by Master Kumu, in order to obtain the complete method of refining Haoyuan Dan, four holy pattern cauldrons must be gathered together.

In response, Ye Chunyang couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seemed that he really had to go to Lingyun Sect again.

Although he did not get the complete recipe of Haoyuan Dan as expected during this trip, he did not gain anything. Over the years, Ye Chun has also reached a bottleneck in his alchemy journey. He needs a more advanced recipe to continue to improve his alchemy. Now he has obtained this The main cauldron of the Holy Pattern Cauldron, the various ancient squares contained in it can help him improve.

Ye Chunyang is confident that if he can understand all the alchemy recipes of this cauldron, he will not be far away from becoming a master-level alchemist.

Therefore, he is looking forward to what kind of opportunity it will be if all the holy pattern cauldrons are gathered together.

Looking in a certain direction in the distance, a trace of complexity flashed across his eyes.

There are many masters among the barbarians. Although Ye Chunyang prides himself on being able to compete with one or two early and middle stages of Dan Formation at the same time, if the opponent has a large number of people, no matter how powerful he is, he will still be unable to cope with it. The green-shirted old man's soul was able to escape. At this time, he may have tipped off other masters of the barbarians. He must not stay here for a long time, otherwise it will be very bad for them to come looking for him.

Thinking of this, Ye Chunyang didn't delay any longer, put away the Saint Pattern Cauldron and quickly escaped from the cave gate of the Dead Wood Immortal Mansion.

After Ye Chunyang left, the cave made waves like water ripples under the refraction of the sun, and disappeared out of thin air in an extremely strange way, as if it had never appeared before.

Ye Chunyang, who returned to the desert basin, had no intention of paying attention to this, and disappeared in a flash.

Just as they were leaving Deadwood Fairy Mansion, in an ancient desert city not far from here, several bright yellow escaping light discs swirled around, appearing over the ancient city almost in the blink of an eye.

The purpose of these escaping lights was clear. As soon as they arrived in the ancient city, they locked onto a towering giant palace and flew away. If you look carefully, you will find three figures wrapped in the escaping lights, and at the same time, there was some faint conversation.

They were a white-haired old man, a young man in silver robe, and a bewitching-looking beautiful woman in red.

The auras of these three people are so strong that they are all great monks in the late stage of pill formation.

"Brother Mu, I received a message from Mu Zhen that my clan's Holy Cauldron unexpectedly fell into the hands of others. You are close to him, do you know what happened?"

The first person to speak was the coquettish beautiful woman in red. I don’t know if she was practicing the beauty-preserving technique or if she was really talented. Her aura was clearly that of a great monk in the late stage of pill formation, but her appearance was only about 20 or 30 years old. As she flew away, she walked toward The white-haired old man at the front asked.

"The specific situation has not yet been ascertained, but since this news was personally delivered by my cousin Mu Zhen, it cannot be wrong."

The white-haired old man had skin as white as a baby, and his appearance was somewhat similar to the old man in blue shirt who fought with Ye Chunyang in the Dead Wood Fairy Mansion. After hearing the beautiful woman's question, he replied with a cold snort.

"It is impossible for the Holy Cauldron to be taken away. It stands to reason that although Mu Zhen has not yet broken through to the late stage realm, he has some secret magical powers, and his strength is much greater than that of ordinary mid-stage ones. This is why we can safely let him play the role. The old Taoist surnamed Jin infiltrated among those people, can they still compete with Mu Zhen based on their cultivation?" The young man in silver robes on the other side showed an astonished look, full of doubts.

"No matter what, there must be something fishy about this matter. When Mu Zhen informed me just now, he said that he was seriously injured and asked us to come quickly. When we see him later, we will naturally know what happened." Bai The old man's eyes flashed sharply, and he stopped talking as soon as he finished speaking, and quickly shot towards the huge palace in the city.

The young man in silver robe and the beautiful woman in red frowned one after another, a look of surprise flashed across their faces, but they set off without any hesitation.

The barbarian monks coming and going in the city noticed these three vast auras, and their faces turned pale as if they were suffocated. A few people recognized the figure among them, and immediately knelt down to greet him with awe in their faces, and repeatedly praised him with words such as "meet the great elder".

The three of them paid no attention to it. After a moment, the light disappeared and they all landed on a square outside the main hall.

At this time, figures in the hall flashed, and a barbarian monk wearing leather and an ancient face appeared. He was the deputy hall master who had been talking to another man in the Deadwood Immortal Mansion not long ago.

He walked quickly to meet the three of them and saluted respectfully: "Bahu pays homage to the three great elders!"

"Where is Mu Zhen now? I have something to ask him!" The white-haired old man nodded slightly and asked the deputy hall master about the matter in the first sentence he spoke.

"Replying to the Great Elder, Fellow Taoist Mu Zhen is resting in the branch hall, but his situation is not good." The deputy hall master named Bahu quickly replied respectfully. Although he himself is also in the early stage of pill formation, he is really not worth mentioning in front of these three great monks. The other party is the authoritative representative of the barbarians in the entire Western Region. Even if the monks in the middle stage of pill formation meet him, they must be respectful.

"The three of us heard during his summons that he was seriously injured. It seems this is true. What's going on? Come and see!" The white-haired old man said without any doubt.

Listening to what the deputy palace master said, the news the three of them got was most likely true, and most of the treasures that the barbarians regarded as sacred objects had fallen into the hands of others!

How could Bahu dare to neglect? He immediately turned around and welcomed the three of them into the palace. While leading the way, he said: "Great Elder, you don't have to worry too much. The situation was indeed a bit dangerous when Taoist Mu Zhen first came back, but he has recovered after some cultivation. Some."

He knew very well the relationship between the white-haired old man and Mu Zhen, so he couldn't help but reveal a flattering smile.

After hearing this, the white-haired old man seemed to feel a little relieved, and the gloom on his face softened a little.

After following Bahu for a while, the three of them came to a secret room full of magic circles. There was a strong spiritual energy flowing around these magic circles. They were obviously set up to protect something. The white-haired old man was slightly stunned when he saw this. Frowning, he vaguely felt that something was wrong. Such a spiritually rich magic circle would never have been easily set up unless he was seriously injured.

The young man in silver robe and the beautiful woman in red also looked at each other, but they were both great monks who had been cultivating for hundreds of years. Although they had doubts in their hearts, they kept their expressions secret.

The white-haired old man pondered for a moment and without any hesitation, opened the door with a wave of his sleeves.

But when he saw the scene inside, his face suddenly darkened.