After the disappearance of Mr. Ding, three ancient scrolls appeared instantly on the rock beside Fang Chen, trying to turn up the heavy body like lead stone. Fang Chen picked up the three scrolls with a melancholy expression.

Since the appearance of Fang Chen's mind, Mr. Ding has always been the spiritual pillar of the former. Only when Mr. Ding exists, he can feel that he has a deep heart and has inexplicable support. At this moment, Mr. Ding's voice suddenly disappeared in the former's mind. Perhaps it was just a short sleep, and Fang Chen began to feel extremely uncomfortable.

Even though he noticed the strange voices that had been heard in his mind in the necklace, he did not have the time to think more deeply.

The first volume is a quaint gray scroll, with a traditional and standard font on it that made Fang Chen's heart suddenly entangled.

poison--

The palms were trembling and frosted the scroll. Feeling the ancient aura, Fang Chen took a light breath and then slowly spread the scroll.

As the scroll spread out, rows of dense small characters and a little ancient patterns appeared in Fang Chen's eyes. There was no trace of spiritual consciousness left in the scroll for explanation. Therefore, Fang Chen could only observe the words on it with his naked eyes.

"Medical medicine is the right path of heaven and earth, and poison is the natural evil path. But they don't know that the extreme use of medicine is poison, and the extreme use of poison is medicine! Heaven and earth are different, and poison is dependent on each other, so poison is also medicine, and medicine is poison. When medicine can enter the Tao to reach the heavens and man, it can eventually be compared with gods. However, another method is unknown to people, that is, poison enters the Tao. If poison enters the Tao, one needs to be clear and conscious, and his mind is pure, and he must still be subject to the backlash of poisoning on the way to practice higher-level practice. The poisonous path is more bumpy than the medicine path. The various tortures in the middle of the road are very tolerant, but if one truly steps into this path, the speed after cultivation is like a meteor rushing to the moon..."

Looking at the small characters in Kaidu lines, Fang Chen looked a little confused. Poison is poison, medicine is medicine, how can medicine be relied on each other? Why are poison and medicine the same? His eyebrows were slightly dark, but Fang Chen's eyes looked down again.

"The poisonous path requires enduring the pain of the body devouring of thousands of demons, trying to suffer the pain of white bones, keeping the mind. If the poisonous scripture is backfired, it will become a demon. If the poisonous scripture is backfired, it will become a god. Gods and demons are only in one thought. Therefore, if you are not absolutely necessary, you must step into this path. This is a message from the ancient strong man. This scroll is obtained from the battlefield of ancient wreckage and is left by those who are destined to be born. This scroll enters the Tao with poison, called "The Ten Thousand Devouring of Ten Thousand Devouring of Poisonous scripture"..."

"The gods and demons are only in one thought!" Looking at these blood-red words, Fang Chen was stunned, and then his heart began to twitch coldly due to the pressure of the surrounding air.

What a powerful existence the god is, and how terrifying the demon is, Fang Chen is not sure and dares not imagine it. What he knows now is the shame of Yi Yifeng Sect to his family. He gave the humiliation of Fang clan in front of all the powerful people in Xuanshi City and even nearby cities. Fang Chen will use his strength to ask him back little by little. After all, the ancestor who reached the legendary Chinese medicine fairy realm a thousand years ago was a holy land in Fang Chen's heart, and Fang Chen's pride and pride as a person of Fang clan. No one is allowed to trample on it, and it is never allowed!

A hint of arrogance appeared on his face. Fang Chen clenched his lips and his fists kept tightening until his sharp nails were inserted into his palm. The strange purple blood slowly lowered from his palm, leaving colorful patterns like plum blossoms on the white rock covered by the moonlight.

Conserving his mind, Fang Chen's dark eyes were like a calm lake surface without waves. His body was already sitting cross-legged on the huge rock when he moved before. The night wind blew, making Fang Chen's strong suit without wind automatically, but the former body stood like a stone sculpture.

If you use one word to summarize Fang Chen's state at this moment, it would be like a calm mind...

His eyes moved slightly, and his spiritual consciousness scanned the ancient scroll in front of him again. Then, shocked pictures and shocking practice methods were presented to Fang Chen.

...

The next day, a ray of rays of rays shone on the entire continent. The trees, weeds and rocks on the peaks were hung with pearl-like dew, embellishing the trees. The cliffs around the peaks were shrouded in thick white mist, and this place was as intoxicating as a fairyland.

However, there was a very strange scene on the top of such a quiet mountain. Under the lush tree, a huge white rock as pure as a jade, there was a black figure sitting cross-legged on it like a sculpture. Through the fog covered by the mountain, you could see clearly that the black figure was holding a gray-black scroll in its hand, and the figure stared blankly at the things in its hand, only his eyes turned slowly with the scroll turning. I don’t know how long this action was repeated, but the bloodshots condensed in the dark pupils made people clearly know that this action could not be completed for a moment.

The morning breeze that comes to autumn is cold, and a cold wind blows by. Even though Fang Chen has enough medicine to maintain it, his lips are also slightly purple due to the freezing...

The scroll seemed to have been turned to the end, and Fang Chen's posture that would never change forever finally twisted slowly. At this moment, Fang Chen's face was full of shock. His pupils, which were suddenly closed when he saw the extremely shocked scene, opened their pupils suddenly, but then they suddenly opened again.

Sweeping away the little shocking look on his face, Fang Chen slowly closed the scroll, and then carefully put it into his close-fitting clothes like a treasure. The former suddenly stood up behind him. After feeling the cold wind that was constantly attacking him, Fang Chen simply took off his top, revealing his not strong upper body, and allowing the cold wind to invade him.

"Yifeng Sect!" Looking at the sky covered by fog, Fang Chen slowly spit out a word that was enough to change color to all ordinary people. However, at this moment, the former's face was very dull, and even a trace of fluctuation had not occurred.

"The price of entering the Tao with poison is a little too high!" Looking at the sky for a while, Fang Chen let out a sigh of relief, and then felt the medicine spirit in his body frowning slightly.

According to the records in the Ten Thousand Demons and Poison Devouring Book, if you want to practice this scripture, you need to practice with the body of the child. That is to say, if you want to practice the pharmacopoeia in the Ten Thousand Devouring Book of the Ten Thousand Devouring Book of the Ten Thousand Devouring Book of the Ten Thousand Devouring Book of the Ten Thousand Devouring Book of the Ten Thousand Devouring Book of the Ten Thousand Devouring Book of the Ten Thousand Devouring Book of the Ten Thousand Devouring Book of the Ten Thousand Devouring Book of the Ten Thousand Demons, you must have no realm of cultivation before you can practice.

The first step in practicing the Ten Thousand Demons Poison Devouring Psychic is to limit 90% of people. You should know that a person's life span is limited. If you ask an alchemist who has been practicing for ten or even a hundred years to suddenly abolish all his realms and try this extremely risky poisonous script, then few people will make such an attempt.

Ordinary people who have not condensed medicine spirits are even more impossible to practice this poisonous scripture. First of all, not to mention that they do not have the talent to condense medicine spirits, even if they can barely condense medicine spirits, this poisonous scripture, which is more profound and terrifying than ordinary medicine spirits, is more difficult than the difficulty of becoming the sky.

Although this was just the first restriction that eliminated most people, Fang Chen was not included. First of all, Fang Chen had a white-level medicine spirit, but only five medicine spirits were an ordinary medicine master's cultivation. However, most of the reasons were caused by the previous bloodline confinement. However, he has successfully broken through this confinement. In other words, his talent is not known at this moment, and how high he has reached. Therefore, if the current cultivation level is abolished, the cost of Fang Chen's upper part will not be high.

What finally touched Fang Chen's heart was that this poisonous scripture was made by Mr. Ding. Fang Chen knew very well that Mr. Ding would never hurt him, so he thought that there must be his reason for practicing this pharmacopoeia by himself. Although Fang Chen didn't know why, based on his trust in Mr. Ding, he also decided to try it.

With a slightly bent knee, Fang Chen sat cross-legged on the ground again. When he waved his hand, a huge silver-white cauldron appeared in front of the former, and then quietly floated in the air in front of Fang Chen.

As I saw in the square clan before, the giant tripod still has only three and a half feet, and the other short one seems like a tail, slender but narrow. Inside the silver-white cauldron is a silver-white fire film that is as thin as silk and as bright as a mirror. There is a chill that constantly emanates from the fire film. On the surface of the silver-white cauldron, two silver-white dragon bodies like small snakes slowly emerge on the surface of the cauldron like living things, and incredibly strange lines are carved on the silver-white dragon body.

Looking at the treasure tripod in front of him that everyone dreamed of, Fang Chen's eyes were slightly red. After all, this thing was the fuse that caused the fight in the Fang clan, but this thing was on himself.

His eyes narrowed slightly. Although Fang Chen was in great mood at this moment, he tried his best to suppress it. Then he slapped his thin chest with one palm.

"Puff!" As the low voice sounded, a mouthful of purple blood also spurted out from Fang Chen's mouth and fell on the silver-white fire film in the Xuanlong Cauldron.

Seeing the essence and blood he spewed out, Fang Chen no longer hesitated. As his mind moved slightly, the five white textures like small snakes in his body were driven out of his body, and then suspended in front of Fang Chen and kept hovering above the Xuanlong Cauldron. When the medicine spirit forced him out of his body, Fang Chen's body seemed to have been evacuated and suddenly became extremely weak and powerless.

"Ha, the ten years of cultivation have only added jokes!" Looking at the five medicine spirits on the Xuanlong Cauldron, Fang Chen shook his head with a bitter smile, then bit his lips tightly, and waved his hard inside the cauldron with one hand.

"Huh!" As Fang Chen waved his arm, a very strong sense of pressure suddenly arose, and then the five medicine spirits hovering on the Xuanlong Cauldron were compressed into the cauldron.

However, the medicine spirit seemed to feel danger at this moment. At first, it began to twist uneasyly, but at the end it became violently struggling to resist Fang Chen's mental oppression. However, resistance was still futile. Under Fang Chen's efforts to drive him away, the five medicine spirits were finally oppressed into the cauldron.

Looking at the five white medicine spirits that were kept struggling like prisoners, Fang Chen's mouth felt a little bitter. After all, the realm that he had obtained after practicing for ten years was about to be destroyed by his own hands at this moment. No matter who he was unable to bear to be!

"Forget..."

It seemed that rationality finally defeated sensibility. Fang Chen bounced his fingers and a red little monster crystal core appeared in the hands of the former. Immediately, through the extremely refined technique, a cluster of brown-red flames appeared in Fang Chen's hands in an instant.

However, this flame has no blessing from the medicine spirit, and is like the oil is gone and the lamp is dry, and it is destroyed at any time under the cold wind...

(End of this chapter)
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