The Great Tao Chronicle

Refining medicine is extremely difficult for many people.

The heat, weight, and medicinal properties are separated and closed, and every step is an extremely test of skill.

It's not something that talent can do.

Moreover, refining medicine requires professional equipment, even the elixir stove and firewood are particular about it. After all, the refining of the Little Holy Pill of Six Prisons is different from the ordinary elixir that he refined before.

The medicinal herbs that can greatly enhance the internal strength are not only important in the combination of medicinal properties of the herbs, but also in the combination of the spiritual energy and medicinal properties contained in them.

It is not that you can make medicine by setting up a stove and looking for an iron pot.

In that way, the medicinal properties may be preserved, but the spiritual energy will inevitably dissipate in the heaven and earth.

Therefore, An Qisheng was not going to use the conventional refining method.

In the room, the lights were like beans.

An Qisheng sat cross-legged on the bed, and many different types of medicinal powders were placed in front of him one by one.

"Although I have tried many times in my dreams, I still can't be careless in reality. For the first time, the weight is still smaller."

An Qisheng glanced at the herbs that had been taken care of, his eyes flickering.

He is not a genius when it comes to refining medicine.

He understands the pharmacology, and the weight is easy to grasp, but the heat can only be grasped over time.

In fact, the vast majority of pharmacists in the Jiufujie may not be able to make one when they first began refining medicinal pills, and all that was needed to improve a little bit was the consumption of massive medicinal materials.

Even so, there are very few pharmacists in the world with 30% of them.

Therefore, he decided to give full play to his strengths and use his body and internal organs as a pill furnace to refine pills.

With his control over the five internal organs of the flesh, there will be no such thing as medicinal power emanating.

But despite the many attempts in the dream, he was extremely careful.

huh~

An Qisheng moved slightly, and the medicinal herbs placed in front of him had risen and fell steadily into his mouth.

Kacha Kacha~

He rubbed the forty teeth that had already grown, and the medicinal herbs had been completely chewed up by him.

Immediately under the delivery of jade liquid, it fell into the stomach bag along the esophagus.

Gudong~

Like a stone falling into a well.

An Qisheng half-closed his eyes, as if sleeping but not sleeping.

And with the peristalsis of the stomach, his blood instantly changed from slow to high-speed running, just for a moment, his body temperature has begun to rise under the violent flow of blood.

Under his control, the temperature of his stomach has reached an extremely high level.

In the long-floating world, there are two types of alchemy, 'water refining' and 'fire refining'. The former uses spirit grass mixed with the blood of some rare beasts, while the latter requires some minerals.

The temperature required for simple 'water refining' will not be very high.

After all, the spirit grass can be ignited with just a fire, except for some rare and precious spirit grass, most of the medicinal materials have low ignition points.

The effect of temperature is to evaporate the water in the medicinal materials.

It does not need too high temperature. After the blood flows at a high speed, An Qisheng can meet this condition in the body.

call!

Suck!

With An Qisheng's actions, the already dark room became darker and darker, and the light that was trying to burn himself seemed to have lost its light.

For a time, in the room, there were only steady and long breathing sounds, and the sound of grinding teeth from time to time.

time flies.

Before long, the medicinal materials placed in front of An Qisheng had been swallowed by him one by one.

In his body, an extremely drastic change took place.

His heart was beating at an extremely fast speed, and the blood was being transported at a high speed, and his stomach was squirming at a speed that was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Ordinary people's stomach, it is difficult to digest even plants.

And An Qisheng, whose physique has long been inhuman, can digest soil, rocks, and even some minerals with all his strength.

Under the strong control of his mind, his stomach is like a huge clutch.

The impurities of many medicinal materials were separated at an extremely fast speed, and then slowly fused under the high-speed peristalsis of the stomach and intestines.

As the medicinal pill was slowly taking shape, a stream of heat spread from his stomach, reaching his limbs.

Many organs became extremely active for a while.

He has already tried many times in the dream state, and he is familiar with it.

While the heat flow spreads and transports the internal force, it also absorbs the ubiquitous aura of the heavens and the earth and integrates with the internal force, resulting in strands of true qi.

After the infuriating qi gradually became sufficient, he began to condense the qi meridians.

Everything is in order.

The seemingly ordinary ability of falling into a dream has an incredible effect in all aspects.

If he didn't have the ability to enter a dream, no matter how daring he was, he wouldn't dare to make such a whimsical idea.

"A medicinal pill has the effect of three years for ordinary people to carry internal strength, which is worth my three months of hard work."

An Qisheng's half-closed eyes were bright.

The efficiency of his practice of inner strength is several times that of ordinary people, and it can be operated all the time. One day's practice is comparable to ordinary people's diligent practice for ten days.

And this medicine pill is enough to be worth three months of hard work!

"It's better than I expected, and with that little Holy Pill of Six Prisons, it's not hopeless for a great success in the energy veins."

Turning his thoughts, An Qisheng's mind returned to silence

In Yanyun Pavilion, the lights are bright.

Bai Xian'er looked into the mirror and dressed, her brows slightly wrinkled.

She didn't care about Chi Changkong's life or death. The problem was that Chi Changkong was originally with her, and now that she died, she was a little uncomfortable.

squeak~

At a certain moment, a slight door opening sounded, and a tall figure stepped in.

"Who?"

Bai Xian'er's complexion changed.

With her vigilance, the troubles within ten feet could not conceal her perception, and the incoming person sneaked into her room silently.

Even if it wasn't for the sound of the door opening, she wouldn't be able to detect the person behind her.

"Looking at the beauty under the lamp is not a good feeling."

A jerky and low voice came, and on the yellowed bronze mirror, an unrestrained and rough figure emerged.

The man was half-clad in a red cassock, and his muscles and bones were like pure copper pouring.

Her half-bald head had a small braid hanging down from her waist.

"Chiwuti?!"

Bai Xian'er suddenly turned around and looked at the person who came, her eyes were full of fear.

Different from the chaos of Dafeng Wulin, the Golden Wolf Kingdom has been the dominant one in the Golden Wolf Kingdom with the rise of the Wheel King over the past decades.

That wheel-turning king is an unparalleled genius in the Golden Wolf Kingdom. According to legend, he was born with Su Hui, and he has already gathered his divine veins in his thirties.

Even the most brilliant figure in the 700 years of Zhuanlun Temple.

On Dafeng's newly-arranged weapon spectrum, it ranked fourth, and in front of it, there were only six prisoners, Pang Wanyang, Taibai sword Mu Qingfeng, and killing Luohan Yixiu.

He is the real top figure in the world.

It was because of his appearance that Zhuanlun Temple was able to take charge of the Golden Wolf Kingdom martial arts.

And this Chiwuti is a very famous figure among the disciples and grandsons of the King of Wheels.

"You recognize me?"

Chi Wuti stood with his arms folded, looking at Bai Xian'er with a glint of greed in his eyes.

Zhuanlun Temple is different from Huangjue Temple. The monks in the temple have no precepts and do not avoid marriage.

The woman in front of her was much more beautiful than his dozens of concubines, and because of the charm of her practice, it made him even more excited.

"The Master is very famous, and the teacher has also mentioned it."

Bai Xian'er's smile did not diminish, but she was very vigilant in her heart.

She has seen a lot of greedy eyes from men since she was a child, how could she not feel these undisguised eyes.

"Who is your master?"

Chi Wuti asked Bai Xian'er with his eyes fixed.

"Teacher, Dharma King Red Sun."

Bai Xian'er responded lightly.

"Dharma King Red Sun?"

Chi Wuti's eyes narrowed, and the greed in his eyes instantly dissipated.

Dharma King Red Sun has been famous for a long time, and he was the strongest of the Six Prison Demon Sect before Pang Wanyang's rise.

"I wonder why the Master came here late at night?"

Bai Xian'er was still vigilant and asked with a smile.

She had already guessed that he led people to do what happened in Qingzhou this time.

"I need your information."

Chi Wuti didn't say too much, and spoke directly:

"I want your people to poison all the cities in Qingzhou and help me paralyze the entire Qingzhou!"

"Poisoned?"

Bai Xian'er frowned and refused: "Qingzhou is Dafeng's largest horse breeding place, your actions have already attracted the attention of Jin Yiwei, if you poison you, all the eyes and ears of my holy sect lurking in Qingzhou will be buried. !"

The Six Prison Demon Sect has eyes and ears in every country in the world, and its intelligence system is much stronger than that of Dafeng's Jinyiwei.

But this is the ears and eyes accumulated over thousands of years, passed down from generation to generation. If the ears and eyes of the entire Qingzhou are buried, she will die.

"Because Qingzhou is Dafeng's horse breeding ground and the source of all cavalry and horses, I need your help."

Chiwuti had long expected Bai Xian'er's rejection, and took out a dark token from his arms:

"This is the six prison orders given to my patriarch by the Demon Venerable, do you still recognize it?"

"Six Prison Orders!"

Looking at the token engraved with the Holy Mountain of Six Prisons, Bai Xian'er's expression finally changed.

The Order of Six Prisons is the token of Demon Venerable Pang Wanyang.

Those who hold this order can unconditionally order all the disciples of the Demon Sect to do one thing for him!

"You know it well."

Chi Wuti licked his lips lightly, and gave a sinister smile:

"I want to see if King Dafeng thinks more about these horses than people!"

"What does the mage want us to do?"

Bai Xian'er lowered her eyes:

"If you need to use too many people, you must ask the Holy Son."

She secretly had a headache.

She knew she couldn't do this.

Otherwise, ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ will not talk about Dafeng's possible mad pursuit, it is his own grandfather, and I am afraid that he will not be able to spare her.

And if Qingzhou lost a lot of eyes and ears, even because of the Six Prison Order, she would have to face many people's accountability when she returned to the Demon Sect.

These eyes and ears did not arise out of thin air.

The vast majority of them are also disciples of the Demon Sect!

It is a disciple, and there is a teacher's inheritance!

"Where is the Holy Son?"

Chi Wuti's eyes narrowed.

He is also quite afraid of this holy son of the Six Prison Demon Sect. It is said that he has already approached the divine veins infinitely, and he has practiced many magic arts to perfection.

"Holy Son"

Bai Xian'er's downcast eyes flickered for a while, but her voice remained unchanged:

"Holy Son is in the city, can the Mage go to see him?"