"Three dzi leaves, nine wisps of dust and wind, and a year of liquidity..." Meng Hao slowly said, talking about nearly a hundred kinds of herbs, and Zhou Dekun on the side immediately took out the corresponding herbs from the storage bag.
The power of the earth fire crystal burst out, and the pill furnace floated immediately crimson. When the Wan Refining Furnace released the fragrance of medicine, Meng Hao put the herbs into it one by one according to the matching. In the end, there was no trace, and the finger was cut. A drop of blood fell into the pill furnace.
This time, under Meng Hao's deliberate control, the alchemy lasted for three days.
Three days later, when the pill was refined, its color was red, and Meng Hao held it in his hand without any hesitation, and threw it into the young man's mouth.
At the entrance of the pill, the young man's body trembled violently, but this time he didn't scream, but in this tremor, while his eyes were blank, he struggled even more. Suddenly the young man continued to wear a stick of incense. The body shook suddenly, and then the whole person quieted down in an instant.
He lowered his head, motionless, and more than ten breaths passed, a gloomy breath instantly spread from the young man, and he slowly raised his head, his eyes were no longer struggling, but gloomy.
"Thank you, Master." The young man said faintly, saying thanks, but in him, there was a sense of dignity and arrogance, as if aloft, a word of thanks, like charity, the man stood up during the words and looked at everything. Ignoring Meng Hao, he turned around and pushed open the attic door and stepped out.
Zhou Dekun frowned, his expression unhappy.
Meng Hao’s face was as usual, but his heart was sneer. The remnant soul in this young man seemed to have rebalanced, but the drop of Meng Hao’s blood, if he needed it, could instantly knock him down, or even directly crippled him. The soul collapsed.
The blood of the Demon Sealing Master, a drop of cannibalized remnant souls thoroughly!
As the youth walked out, outside Qing Yingfeng, the ancestor of Ziluo, the middle|nature|beauty|women, and the red-faced old man, all three were waiting at the foot of the mountain. When they saw the moment this young man came, the three They all took a long breath and stepped forward with a fist in a bow.
"Congratulations to Xiaozu for his recovery!"
This scene, naturally, will not be seen by outsiders, and everything around it has long been covered by the three old men.
"The corpse man who does not belong to this world is extremely difficult. The king has fallen asleep again. This time I am waiting to walk in the world, but I have not completed the king's mandate... But you are very good. I recover, so I still have a chance." The young man spoke lightly and glanced at the three Yuanying monks.
"Arrange for other remnant ancestors to go there. As for... Master Feng Zu, she must not make the slightest accident. If the person in front is as successful as I am, then we can send it off." As a smear of black smoke, it disappears directly, this is no longer a teleportation, but an integration into the world.
The three people of Ziluo Patriarch bowed respectfully. When they got up, they looked at each other and sighed bitterly. They left one after another and arranged for the other twelve to be sent to Meng Hao one by one.
As time passed slowly, Meng Hao was in the Qingluo Sect, and as he treated the so-called little ancestors one after another, the Qingying Peak where he was located had become an extremely important place of the Qingluo Sect.
All the requirements, but they have been put forward, and they are all satisfied. How can Meng Hao not use this opportunity? As long as he tells the name, a large amount of herbs will be delivered immediately, and the herbs needed to refine the perfect elixir are gradually getting more and more. Intact, Zhou Dekun looked at his eyes hot, and also proposed several herbs.
So when the two of them were doing alchemy, they both held back together.
Similarly, for the three generations of ancestral blood, Meng Hao has also obtained a lot here. This object has nothing to do with alchemy, but it is needed by Meng Hao to refine the blood body, so naturally he will not let it go.
As for those without ancestral blood, Meng Hao would not force it, just lengthened the refining time.
Until this day, Zhou Jie walked into the attic with a pale face. This is Meng Hao in Qingluo Zong. Since the last time, he has seen Zhou Jie again. As Zhou Jie sat down cross-legged, Meng Hao was silent for a moment. , Began alchemy.
After Zhou Jie, it was Han Bei. This woman was cautious. When he appeared in front of Meng Hao, Meng Hao looked at Han Bei and suddenly smiled.
"Master Fang..." When Han Bei saw Meng Hao's smile, her heart suddenly became tense. At this moment, the voice of the ancestor of the Han family was heard in her mind.
"Be careful of this person, he is not easy, he should have noticed the old man!!" This is not the first time the ancestor of the Han family has spoken. At the gate of Qingluozong Mountain, Han Bei was nervous because of the voice of the ancestor of the Han family.
Meng Hao's expression remained the same, and after a smile, he began to make alchemy. When the pill was refined, when Meng Hao looked at Han Bei, Han Bei's expression remained the same, but her heart was completely shaken, because in her mind, the Han family ancestor's voice was already trembling at this moment. .
"This pill... can't swallow it! This person... this person..."
"Master Fang, this pill, the little girl will swallow it after I go back." Han Bei got up, kept calm, without showing the slightest expression, and said with a chuckle.
"Senior Brother Zhou, there are some private matters I want to talk to this Daoist Han Bei." Meng Hao didn't look at Han Bei, but looked at Zhou Dekun and bowed his fist.
Zhou Dekun laughed, he had already noticed something was wrong, but he had harvested a lot of herbs during this period. He turned around and walked out of the attic.
"Master Fang..." Seeing Zhou Dekun leave, Han Bei's heart sank, but he still made himself look as usual, smile like a flower, and was about to say something.
"This pill can not be swallowed, but Fang wants a favor. If I need it in the future, you have to complete it." Meng Hao looked at Han Bei, his eyes deep, as if he could see through Han Bei's eyes.
Han Bei looked at Meng Hao, and gave her a bite of Silver Teeth, letting her think a lot, but now she didn't have the slightest thoughts, she could only make a dazed expression.
"The little girl doesn't understand what Master Fang said, but the master can rest assured that the little girl should accept this affection."
"It's not you, but the third soul in your body who wants to give Fang's favor!" Meng Hao said calmly, but this sentence fell into Han Bei's ears, but it was like a thunderous roar, making her look completely bad. Change.
She was about to say something more, suddenly a blue aura exhaled from her heavenly spirit. This aura condensed and slowly turned into a phantom of a middle-aged man. He stared at Meng Hao and nodded after a long time. .
"The Han family, I owe you a favor." The figure heard a voice of vicissitudes.
Meng Hao clasped his fists and bowed, and the figure disappeared. Han Bei took a deep breath and looked at Meng Hao in horror. After a long while, she turned around and left quickly, but when she got out of the attic, she immediately put away her mind, making her eyes appear cold, and outsiders could not. Perceive the anomaly, go to the distance.
Alchemy lasted for more than a month, and to this day, the Qingluo Sect sent the last person, this person... is Xu Qing!
Being able to be sent by the last one, with Meng Hao’s experience, I also saw a lot of clues. Obviously, Xu Qing’s current status in the Qingluo Sect is definitely not a leisurely person, even in these remnants of souls. It is extremely respectable.
It was Meng Hao's firm judgment. At the moment when Xu Qing was sent, the entire Qing Yingfeng seemed to be very different from usual. Not only was the protective light curtain from the outside world stronger, even in Meng Hao's feelings. , He saw in the sky outside, there were countless remnants of souls, these remnants of souls filled all around, all staring at this place.
These discoveries made Meng Hao's heart sink. His expression was not showing the slightest. After entering the attic, he sat cross-legged, his expression calm, even the blankness of his eyes was much less than Xu Qing.
Meng Hao glanced at Xu Qing, especially sweeping his gaze over his forehead. He opened the main furnace light curtain and refined the pill inside. He looked calm. The blood dripping from the refined pill was no longer Ordinary blood, but his cultivation base hard work!
This drop of blood is the essence of his life and contains his persistent thoughts as a nine-generation seal demon.
After blending into the medicinal pill and mixing up various herbs and trees, I even borrowed the power of skin jelly to keep it from revealing any flaws. But when Meng Hao's medicinal pill was condensed, he held it in front of Xu Qing, Xu Qingyu raised his hand. I took it, but didn't swallow it.
"It's this kind of pill that makes everyone else return to normal." Xu Qing said lightly, with a cold voice. Looking at Meng Hao, without waiting for Meng Hao's answer, she got up and walked out of the attic.
Looking at Xu Qing's back, Meng Hao was silent, but he was sure that even if the other party didn't swallow it at the moment, he would definitely swallow the pill soon.
Because she seems to be recovering on her own, but in fact it is just an illusion. The level of her soul loss is even more than that of other people. It can even be said to be the most serious, because Meng Hao has seen the wound on her forehead before. , More serious.
At dusk the next day, in the seventh mountain of Qingluo Sect, Xu Qing sat cross-legged in the cave mansion. Her face was pale, her eyes were struggling and dazed, and her body trembled.
After the whole process lasted several hours, she raised her right hand and slowly took out the pill that Meng Hao had refined from the storage bag, but the process of picking it up and putting it in the mouth lasted more than ten breaths.
If Meng Hao were here, he would definitely be able to see that there were countless remnants of souls outside Xu Qing's body at this moment. These remnants of souls looked at Xu Qing nervously and kept wandering.
Even outside this cave, including Zhou Jie and Han Bei, all the disciples of the Qingluo Sect who were rescued bowed respectfully, as if waiting to be summoned.
Xu Qing took the pill. After a long time, the coldness in her eyes suppressed the confusion and struggle, and she sighed inwardly. She understood that with the soul that was slain, she would not be able to restore the balance of this body after all. Her own dimness, the soul that originally existed in this body, seemed to be dissipating, making the body cut off from life, and the scar on her forehead could not be healed for a long time, and she could even feel it. If it was delayed, the body would begin rot.
She didn't believe that there was any medicine in this world that could restore the remnant soul. Everything was the proposal of Qingluo Zong, but the recovery of other people made her hesitate. This medicine was also studied, but to no avail. I didn't intend to swallow it, but in the end I put the pill into my mouth.