Outside the ancestral hall, there were dense crowds of people.

After the witch master gave the order, the entire witch sect came here with reverence in their eyes.

On a high platform, Ning Tao sat cross-legged, wearing a wide witch robe, with a majestic expression between his resolute brows. At this moment, he was looking at the elixir recipe with relish and thinking.

In front of him, there is also the three largest bronze tripods of the witchcraft, which are gray in color and have not been used for a long time. The copper walls are also engraved with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, and the ancestors fighting animals and planting grains...

It is said that this was the way of life of the ancients.

Hua Zhi and other eight people from the execution hall were guarding the high platform. Although they knew that no one dared to be arrogant here, they still had to do their best to behave.

The second protector, Uncle Feng, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, but occasionally he glanced at Ning Tao in confusion. What was the purpose of the witch master summoning everyone? Is it just to see how his alchemy was going?

Don't understand.

The four girls, Miao Jingjing and Su Qian, were sitting on the high platform. They were supposed to be the wives of a witch master, but they were a little uncomfortable.

More than a thousand people gathered together, but not a single sound was made. As the atmosphere became serious, many villagers did not dare to say a word, and some even blushed because they were holding back...

Suddenly, Ning Tao raised his head and shouted: "Pour some water!"

Huaju was startled and a little abrupt, but he still asked people to pour water. In a short time, the three bronze cauldrons were filled.

Ning Tao took a deep breath, stroked the ring, and a stream of light was divided into three streams and poured into the copper tripod. It was the melting pot of heaven and earth!

To be precise, the furnace of heaven and earth has no entity. It is manifested by an inexplicable rule. It is like a "mapping" of something, so it can be superimposed on the cauldron.

To put it simply, these three bronze tripods are the melting pot of heaven and earth. However, the effect is greatly reduced if divided into three branches. It is better to unite them into one!

But from the perspective of Uncle Feng and others, they saw nothing. The bronze tripod was no different from before.

Ning Tao exploded with the power of pure Yang, and the scorching breath instantly filled the high platform, and the three cauldrons were also burned.

Three golden flames were burning brightly, but there were no abnormalities on the three huge bronze tripods, but everyone was patient.

Ning Tao looked through the prescriptions while maintaining the burning power of pure Yang. At a certain moment, the water began to boil, and he just raised his head and threw in a few herbs.

Those are... single-tail grass, ginseng, and Ganoderma lucidum... Some villagers talked about it in detail. These are common medicinal herbs in the mountains, and many of them were picked by them.

Could it be that this is alchemy?

Everyone was suspicious and saw Ning Tao throwing some in. Some deer antlers, big mountain mushrooms, seven medicine fruits...

After a while, he threw some more things in. At this time, the water in the copper tripod began to boil, but Ning Tao still threw things from time to time.

A former cult monk couldn't hold himself back and whispered in Uncle Feng's ear: "Second Protector, do you know what the witch master is doing? Is this how alchemy was done in ancient times?"

"What do you want to say?" Uncle Feng narrowed his eyes and asked.

The monk gritted his teeth and finally expressed what he was thinking. He said weakly: "Have you ever felt that Master Wu's alchemy refining has a very familiar feeling, as if you have seen it before."

oh?

Uncle Feng's heart moved, and he said in a deep voice: "I advise you to be careful what you say, and don't say such uncertain things."

The monk was anxious and said hurriedly: "It's true. Don't you think that the wizard master's alchemy is like "burning the earth pot"? He is still the kind of poor child who studies hard."

"While reading the book diligently, and adding firewood to it at the same time, this...this is exactly the same."

"roll!"

Uncle Feng cursed loudly and almost vomited out a mouthful of blood, thinking he was going to say something big.

I had high expectations, but you gave me a pot to burn the earth, and I will die wherever I go.

He looked up in anger, and happened to see Ning Tao throwing some more herbs into the copper tripod, looking at the prescription with relish while maintaining the heat, so... it seemed like that.

This... this is alchemy, not making a big pot of rice. Why does it feel like my IQ has been insulted by 10,000 points?

With a dark face, Uncle Feng actually turned his head and bowed to the cult monk, and said with a trembling tone: "I'm sorry."

Not only were they aware of it, but most of the villagers also gradually realized it, because they had to burn pots every day.

If this is alchemy, doesn't it mean that everyone can make alchemy!

A middle-aged woman said honestly: "I seem to have been practicing elixir all my life. My children grew up eating this."

"Hey, what a coincidence, my baby is too...!"

Hearing the voice below, Hua Zhi's face darkened and he was in a dilemma. Should he reprimand everyone or remind the witch master?

The four girls Miao Jingjing on the high platform were holding back their laughter. Although they knew this might be a certain method, they looked really funny.

At this time, Ning Tao stood up on the high platform, and for a moment, the gradually noisy crowd became silent.

He took out a handful of elixirs, threw three elixirs into each bronze tripod, and then cast a spell to make the boiling water spin.

At the same time, three balls of pure Yang fire were burning, almost reaching the highest temperature, burning desperately.

After just a few breaths, everything stopped. Ning Tao wiped away his sweat and looked at the masterpiece with pride.

The water in the three copper cauldrons in front of me was of five colors, a strong medicinal fragrance came to my nose, and the steam was still rising.

I saw Ning Tao smiling and saying: "We're done. Now everyone has a bowl of potion. After drinking it, we will start special training together. No matter old, young, women or children, everyone must be exhausted."

All the villagers were puzzled. Although they couldn't figure out why, they believed what the witch master said and immediately lined up to receive the meal.

If Ning Tao knew what they were thinking, he would probably be so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood. He worked so hard to refine the potion that changed his qualifications, but he would be regarded as a big meal by his subordinates...

In fact, most of the credit for his elixir refining was due to the melting pot of heaven and earth that showed unknown rules, which was all refining it.

Ning Tao's role is to assist in beating and maintain the required temperature. The rest will be automatically refined by the Heaven and Earth Furnace...

After a group of villagers drank the potion and were about to go hunting, they suddenly felt their bodies becoming hot and smelled bad. When they looked carefully, they discovered that they were expelling black impurities.

"Ah...it smells so bad, what is this...," all the villagers screamed and ran home to clean it.

Suddenly, the small mountain village became lively again.

Ning Tao raised his eyebrows, but nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that the potion had worked and a lot of impurities had been discharged.

Looking at the appearance of these people, an idea suddenly popped up in his mind, whether the original world... could cultivate elixirs.

If so, does it mean that there is a constant supply of elixirs? If scientific research yields great results, will it benefit mankind?
Chapter completed!