In the alchemy furnace, several people woke up and fainted, and woke up again.
I was awakened mainly by the pain, but after waking up I couldn't bear the pain and passed out again.
They didn't know how long they had been in the alchemy furnace. They just felt that the days and months passed by quickly and every breath seemed extremely long.
But the key is that they just can't die.
When Jin Guang woke up, he clearly saw that at least half of the medicinal materials in the alchemy furnace were empty. If half of the medicinal materials were empty, then had the flesh and skin of his body been refined
No, if it was half less, the bones should have been refined.
Why can he still wake up
He wanted to look down at his body, but the tentacles bound him so tightly that he couldn't even lower his head. He could only endure it.
"Master, Junior Brother, are you all right?"
Occasionally, Song Yin's questions could be heard outside the furnace, but Jin Guang no longer wanted to answer. If he didn't answer, perhaps Song Yin would discover something.
But this kind of thing was not something he could decide. The tentacles tightened, forcing a sound to come out of his throat.
As soon as the voice was heard, Song Yin stopped asking questions. This repeated process only caused the white steam from the alchemy furnace to become even more intense, burning them to the point of making them dizzy.
Jin Guang was relatively good and was able to hold on for a while after waking up. However, the three people, led by Zhang Feixuan, just moved their eyelids, but before they could open them completely, they drooped again.
By this time, it was already evening.
“Senior Brother, Senior Brother!”
Lingling trotted back to the alchemy room, laughing: "It's so much fun down the mountain, farming is so much fun! I never thought there would be so many fun things down the mountain, those people are so nice, there's no resentment, it's so comfortable to get along with them!"
Song Yin, who was meditating, opened his eyes, turned around and smiled: "How can a person not have resentment? Even someone like me has resentment. I resent the injustice of the world, and I resent the prosperity of evil ways. It's just that hope is greater than resentment, so you feel that you have no resentment."
"Eh? Is that so?" Lingling asked, tilting her little head.
Song Yin shook his head: "Your physique will automatically absorb resentment. If it were an ordinary person, I'm afraid you would have given up long ago. But your resentment pill method can absorb a lot of resentment for your own use. Ordinary resentment in the world will be absorbed by your pill method, and you won't suffer from the resentment."
"don't know."
Lingling tapped her chin with her finger and thought for a while, then said with a smile: "Anyway, I'm very happy!"
"Just be happy, Junior Sister, you are innocent and romantic. Let's take it step by step." Song Yin said with a smile.
"Brother, is this not finished yet? Have Master and the others succeeded in making the elixir?" Lingling asked, pointing at the elixir furnace.
"What nonsense are you talking about? This human pill method is to use people as pills, not to really make pills. Master and the others should be fine by tomorrow morning."
Song Yin said, and then asked: "Did you give the elixir to the people down the mountain?"
Lingdang nodded and said, "Junior brother gave it to me. Junior brother is also fun. He calls me Senior Sister. Those disciples didn't call me Senior Sister before and were unwilling to play with me. The one called Su Yougen made delicious food. He said he wanted to offer it to the whole sect."
"It should be said that if ordinary people want to do it, let them do it. Don't be afraid of failure and mistakes. No one is perfect. If they don't do well, guide them, but don't discourage them."
Song Yin smiled and said, "After I finish my training, I will go down the mountain to talk to Su Yougen and see the effect of their treatment."
"Yeah!" Lingling nodded heavily, and then didn't leave, just stared at Song Yin making the elixir.
After staring for a while, she yawned and curled up on the ground like a kitten.
Song Yin waved his sleeves, and a wisp of yellow wind flew out, supporting Lingling's body, allowing her to adjust her posture comfortably, and then she rested in the alchemy room.
As the night deepened, the mountains and hills gradually fell into silence. Only in the alchemy room, the white fire was shining brightly, as if it were daytime.
The flames gradually died down until the moon set and the sun rose.
Song Yin, who was meditating with his eyes closed, opened his eyes, raised his seal, and shouted, "Start the furnace!"
The sound also woke up the sleeping Lingling. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked towards the alchemy furnace.
The cover of the alchemy furnace flew up completely, emitting a white mist mixed with green light. In the light, the little thing jumped out first, grinned, and jumped towards the bell.
"ah!"
Lingling also cried out with joy, reached out her hand to grab the little thing, and started to play with it.
Inside the alchemy furnace, Jin Guang staggered out as if he had lost his mind. Behind him, three people also walked to the ground like puppets, looking up, as if they had been through hell and were in a trance.
"My dear mother!"
Finally, Wang Qizhen let out a huge howl and sat down on the ground. The huge man, about two meters tall, kicked his legs, just like a village woman who had suffered a great injustice and had nowhere to seek redress.
Zhang Feixuan covered his eyes, tears streaming down his face.
Gao Sishu turned his head away, his shoulders shaking, and water droplets could be seen dripping down his shoulders.
"Master, Junior Brother, it has been refined."
Song Yan stood up with a smile and reached out to grab the golden light, "Master, let me take a look."
When he saw the hand approaching, Jin Guang woke up in shock. He screamed subconsciously and jumped back. His body flew directly over the alchemy furnace and landed in the corner, where he curled up.
"Master?" Song Yin frowned, looking puzzled.
"ah!"
After Jin Guang reached the corner, he finally realized something. He stared at his hands with his eyes wide open, "It's fine! I... no, the master seems to be fine!"
The magic power is surging and the foundation is replenished, it is definitely better!
But the painful ordeal that lasted for so long that he didn't even want to know whether he was still alive or not. He just wanted to end the pain.
But now. It's okay!
"Congratulations, Master. How is your body? Is it healthy?"
Song Yin bowed and smiled.
"Okay, okay."
Jin Guang nodded subconsciously, and a look of pain appeared on his face again, but he would rather something be bad than this.
It’s so bitter in the alchemy furnace!
But then he thought again, it was over, his magic power was restored, and he could go down the mountain.
only.
"Disciple, where is my innate magical power?" Jin Guang asked.
"Oh? Master couldn't feel it? This should be felt at the first moment." Song Yin said.
What do you feel
Just as Jin Guang had some doubts in his mind, he heard Zhang Fei's slight doubt. He stared at his hands in a daze, with a look of surprise.
"I've reached the spiritual realm?" Wang Qizhen stopped wailing, stood up from the ground, and said with some joy.
Gao Sishushu's eyes also showed surprise.
It's a secluded place.
Level six.
This state of mind, which had not been shaken for several years, gradually improved after the arrival of the eldest senior brother, and after passing through the alchemy furnace, they were actually directly promoted!
Level six, the path to the secluded place.
They can capture spirits and send generals, play with souls, strengthen their own spirits, and most importantly, they can possess minor magical powers.
Anyone can practice magic, but it is the supernatural powers that truly embody the essence of one’s cultivation.
Not only that, Zhang Feixuan always felt that there was something strange about his body at this moment, as if there was something extra.
“Blood.”
He moved his fingers, and a ray of blood burst out from his fingertips.
It's not as simple as reaching the spiritual realm. It seems that the control over one's own blood and energy has reached a new level. This cannot be easily achieved by simply raising one's realm.
But when blood light appeared on his fingers, Jin Guang's body trembled and his face turned pale.
Crackling!
Immediately afterwards, Jin Guang's body trembled and his body obviously shrank a little.
Because Wang Qi was stretching his muscles, at that moment, his height became about two meters and a half, taller and stronger than before.
Gao Sixu's figure was almost like a ghost, with a yin aura. He flashed in the alchemy room and went straight out of it.
However, the golden light showed a look of pain, as if something was being taken away from the body.
"Stop it!"
Jin Guang shouted subconsciously to stop their actions, but soon he himself was stunned with a strange look on his face.
This magical power.
He knows.
"Master, did you sense it?" Song Yin asked.
"I"
Jin Guang opened his mouth and looked at Zhang Feixuan and the others with an extremely complicated expression.
Feel it.
This so-called innate body of supernatural powers.
When Zhang Feixuan and the others used their magic power, he indeed felt it.
But this was not what he thought.
This magical power does not increase his combat power, but instead reduces it.
The blood, body, and speed in his body made him seem like they were being borrowed when they used their magic power.
They are using their own magic power. No, not magic power, they are using the realm and strength they have cultivated to assist themselves.
This is equivalent to taking him apart and using him to enhance the combat effectiveness of Zhang Feixuan and others.
But if it were just this, Jin Guang would not feel strange, he would only feel desperate and angry.
He felt his own magical powers. It was not as simple as splitting himself up and using them. As Zhang Feixuan and the others became stronger, his blood, body and speed would also increase.
This cannot be taken back voluntarily. Once it is given, it will always be given unless they die.
So when will this pay off
Considering the realm of Zhang Feixuan and the others, based on his own ninth-level entry into the divine realm, he would probably need them to reach the eighth level before he could gradually become stronger. Before that, he would be in a weakened state.
Now, at the ninth level of the divine realm, they are absorbing their own "nutrients".
This magical power.
From Jin Guang's perspective, this is a good magical power. It takes a long time and the effect is slow, but once it grows, it will make him stronger.
As long as I tear myself down, refine my cultivation, and pass it on to my disciples, and wait for their realm to improve and their combat power to grow, I will also become stronger.
And the most suitable object should be Song Yin.
Jin Guang subconsciously looked at Song Yin and used his magical powers directly, wanting to give Song Yin everything he had.
But just as he pinched the seal, he saw Song Yin frowning, then he realized something and showed a look of emotion:
"This magical power... I see. Is it a magical power that is first bestowed upon one as he grows, and then gradually becomes stronger? You are worthy of being my master!"
He cupped his hands and said, "Even the magical power you gave me was for the sake of my disciples! But, Master, I am invulnerable to all attacks, so this magical power is useless to me. Also, I have the potential to be a great immortal, so there is no need to give me talent. This blessing should be given to other disciples."
He was such a perceptive person that as soon as Jin Guang cast the spell, he could sense what this magical power was.
"Is that so?" Jin Guang forced a smile and said, "Thank you, disciple. I am quite satisfied with your magical power."
Can't say it's bad, but can't say it's very good either. This thing is quite strange.
But fortunately, his magic power was restored and he could plan his escape.
Sorry, the second chapter today will be published until the early morning, but I will resume writing 3,000 words per chapter.