"It seems that if it's not that the Nascent Soul cultivator is unable to enter the secret realm... or that the demon forces on that side are dragging their feet, are they planning to wait until the next demon catastrophe to completely eliminate her?"

The concept of time among monks is different from that of ordinary people, especially high-level monks!

But something can be delayed for a hundred years, and Fang Xi feels a little speechless. "

Sitting cross-legged again, after recovering his mana.

Fang Xi opened her eyes and glanced outward with her consciousness.

The limit of his spiritual consciousness now reaches twenty miles, which can cover almost all the core areas of Dragon Fish Island.

Naturally, a group of monks were waiting anxiously outside the forbidden area.

Among them, Yuan Feihong's three major foundations were headed.

"Huh?"

Fang Xi's consciousness passed by a second-level cave and saw Hai Daniu who was building a foundation.

This man was sitting cross-legged with a painful expression on his face. There was an empty jade vase lying next to the futon.

At the mouth of the bottle, there are still traces of the evil spirit of the black wind.

"It's Hai Daniu... It seems that this person is the first to win the treasure hunt competition..."

"Well, the foundation is quite solid... With the help of the 'Black Wind Evil Qi...' there is a high chance that the foundation will be successful..."

"Are there so many people from the outside world attracted by my pill-forming celestial phenomena?"

"It's time to get out of seclusion."

Fang Xi stopped thinking about it, waved her sleeves, stood up, and flicked her fingers. The spiritual robe on her body was instantly as clean as new.

"Is the young master not out of seclusion yet?"

Yan Ying was already over eighty years old. Although she was still young and beautiful, her figure was elegant and somewhat mature. At this time, she looked at Zhong Hongyu.

"Don't be anxious. Didn't you also see the celestial phenomenon of forming an elixir? If the island owner succeeds in forming an elixir, he will definitely go into seclusion for a period of time to consolidate his realm."

Zhong Hongyu was sitting cross-legged. After explaining something, she suddenly stood up.

The fog in the forbidden area dispersed, and a person walked out.

He was wearing a green bamboo spiritual robe and had an ancient aura.

Old and young, like two trees, with a sense of contradiction.

It’s Fang Xi!

More importantly, with his appearance, a powerful spiritual pressure followed, making the cultivators in the Qi refining stage feel overwhelmed and almost lying on the ground.

Even when several foundation-building immortal cultivators met Fang Xi's calm eyes, they felt a chill in their hearts and felt oppressed.

"My lord of the island...are you...a master of the golden elixir?"

After a long time, Yuan Feihong asked carefully.

"good."

Fang Xi was in a very good mood, and the celestial phenomena could not hide it, so she answered directly.

"Congratulations to the island owner, you have achieved the golden elixir, and you will live forever from now on!"

Tai Shuhong and Zhong Hongyu, together with a group of Qi Refining monks, bowed respectfully.
Chapter completed!