In Wushuang Sect, trees are in full swing and everything is lazy.

In front of the gate of the magnificent mountain, a Buddha sits on the gate.

It is the King of Angry!

Lu Fengyun did what he said, a powerful Buddhist temple abbot was guarding the gate obediently, a thousand years ago.

The cold sunlight at noon spreads on the earth, and the wind and clouds are sparse.

The glow shines on a window lattice in the disciples' courtyard, and Yue Ran is still sleeping soundly.

She spread her limbs, her mouth slightly opened, and she slept sounds and occasionally made cute snoring sounds, which were very cute.

Xiao Hei curled up next to her warm and tender arms like jade lotus root, and she was sleeping so hard that her relatives didn't recognize her.

In the room, the spiritual energy of the sky was everywhere, forming a vast white spiritual mist that enveloped them.

At halfway up the waist of Fuyao Mountain, Yan Ming, a serious servant disciple, was holding an axe in his hand and was working hard to chop wood. Sweat rolled down his little face.

In the distance, beside a towering tree, Chu Huiye held the trunk, his face pale and his lips were pale.

Big cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

"Damn it, the extremely vicious body has attacked again..."

Chu Huiye gritted her teeth tightly, feeling that everything from flesh and blood to tendons to bones to souls was in pain.

He was so painful that he cut out the trunks of a very deep hole!

A trace of black thread suddenly climbed up his neck!

The black threads are wrapped around in circles, like a trap of hanging themselves!

Chu Huiye couldn't breathe in an instant, and he released a lot of spiritual power in an attempt to resist this extremely toxic energy.

The more vicious the body drags, the weaker his energy will be. If the poisonous black line invades the heart and brain, he will suffer the great pain of becoming a living dead!

Even...completely dead.

But he didn't want to die, he wanted to live.

"Sect Master, please..."

Chu Huiye looked towards the direction of the Changsheng Mansion.

In the Changsheng Mansion, strange light overflowed.

In front of Xihe Cauldron, Lu Fengyun opened the cauldron and refined the alchemy!

The twelve-grade Pure World White Lotus Fire was burning in the dark giant cauldron.

The flame faintly forms a lotus shape.

To completely solve Chu Kaguya's extremely vicious body problem, the Jiuxiao Emperor Ji Pill is needed.

This is an eighth-grade intermediate pill.

This object can only be refined by alchemists with a soul level in the late stage of the spiritual realm!

If you can reach this level, you will be at least an eighth-grade alchemist!

I have had experience in refining the sixth grade elixir, the Purple Gold Break Pill, and Lu Fengyun has great confidence in the eighth grade.

He took out a clarity of something that was surging inside like a living thing.

The true source of Panlong.

A scent of the most yin and cold breath instantly spread over the hall.

When Lu Fengyun was about to throw the true source of Panlong into Xihe Ding, a woman's voice suddenly came from it: "Maybe, we can talk..."

The voice is soft and charming, but it has unconcealed weakness.

This voice...the Demon Lord of the Euphoria!

At the bottom of the seventy-seventh-level dark tower, under the sea of ​​divine weapons, and with the full blown attack of the Angry King, this female devil was not dead yet!

The vitality of this residual thought is really tenacious!

Lu Fengyun frowned.

He said coldly: "What are you talking about?"

The Demon Lord Youlian made a sudden breath that made people think. His willpower was terrifying, and he was already a broken mind and was still struggling to survive.

She said: "We can exchange conditions... You, save me, I will serve you! You will definitely consider the strength and influence of a Spirit Emperor..."

"This sect said that Emperor Ling, this sect is not rare!"

Lu Fengyun had no room for negotiation.

The Demon Lord Youlian is the true source of Pan Long. This person is very scheming and will definitely not be willing to surrender. To save her, it is not worth the loss.

Spirit Emperor... Chu Huiye is also Spirit Emperor!

The Demon Lord Youlian suddenly became angry: "A short-sighted person!"

Lu Fengyun remained indifferent: "The condition for negotiation is that you have the value and bargaining chips to make this sect excited, but you have nothing!"

The Demon Lord Youlian suddenly cried and said, "If you save me... I can be your maid, follow your leader and do your best. Please, save me, okay?"

Just listening to his soft and weak voice, you can think of a peerless beauty with pear blossoms in the rain. Such a beloved by ordinary people is really irresistible.

Unfortunately, Lu Fengyun is not an ordinary person.

He was born in a business family in his previous life, and businessmen's interests were the most important. For him, the beauty plan was too pediatric.

"Negotiation, provocation, show weakness, and use all means to stay dead! Enough, this sect has been patient!"

Lu Fengyun shouted in a deep voice, and the twelve-grade Pure World White Lotus Fire suddenly rushed up and swallowed the true source of Panlong!

His mind condensed, and his vast soul power rushed into the Xihe tripod.

A shrill scream came from it, and then the scream disappeared, and the world was silent.

After a while, the flames dissipated, and the true source of Panlong had been refined into a drop of transparent liquid in the shape of dewdrops.

In addition to the two most important main medicines, there are more than 50 varieties of medicinal materials in refining Jiuxiao Emperor Ji Pill.

Each medicine has different properties and different refining methods. When it comes to operation, the steps are cumbersome and time-consuming, and the requirements for soul power are also terrifying.

Just by refining the Thousand Years of Sunflower, Lu Fengyun felt that his mental power had rapidly weakened, and even gradually felt like walking on thin ice.

He was concentrating his mind, and strands of soul power lingered around the sky, forming a soul power circle connecting the beginning and end.

Power produces force, cycles, and even endless!

On the mainland, it is relatively easy for martial arts practitioners to improve their strength. The spiritual energy in the world is extremely rich, and as long as the warrior absorbs the spiritual energy, they can become stronger.

However, the alchemist is mainly engaged in souls, and there is no ready-made soul power in heaven and earth for people to practice. Soul power comes from its own soul power and is becoming increasingly powerful in acquired practice.

After the soul power is used, there is a process of blood recovery. Ordinary alchemists have low mental power and slow blood recovery time. A powerful alchemist can continuously supply themselves through the source of soul power.

Lu Fengyun refines the alchemy in the heart. As the twelve-grade Pure World White Lotus Fire jumps, the medicinal materials are gradually refined...

Wasteland.

A figure ran eagerly, like lightning and fire, and rushed out of the Hekkara Desert from dawn to noon, and ran out of the Hekkara Desert and ran most of the wasteland.

Behind him, a young man in green was following like a shadow.

However, the former looked anxious and sweated profusely; the latter was quiet and vague, with a calm expression, like walking in the garden.

The two are Qin Kong and Zhang Lingchuan.

"After the mountain ahead and go east, you can leave the wasteland and enter the Lingzhou realm!"

Zhang Lingchuan Road.

Qin Kong kept running, not even bothering to respond to him.

The clothes were soaked in sweat, and they stuck to their bodies. He took off his clothes and threw them into the ground.

Lu Fengyun only gave him two days, and now half a day has passed, and he has not yet left the wasteland!

Lingzhou is much larger than the wasteland, and the Wushuang Sect is also located on the edge of the most edge of Lingzhou.

This is equivalent to having to pass through most of the wasteland and the entire Lingzhou!

Time is tight and the task is heavy!

“Huhhhh…”

Qin Kong's chest was so tired that his chest was fluctuating violently, bloodshot in his eyes burst out, and a sharp fighting spirit burned deep in his pupils.

Zhang Lingchuan was really afraid that he would die suddenly when he ran too much, so he said worriedly: "You have a little rest!"

"Need not!"

Qin Kong gritted his teeth tightly, looking stubborn.

They were climbing a mountain, with a path of sheep and trees.

"Dadada..."
Chapter completed!