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Seeing that Zhaoming was fine, he could not suppress his desire for power increase. The witch clan put a Nine Yang Golden Pill into his mouth, began to regulate his breathing, and prepared to transform and guide the medicinal power therein.

However, after a few breaths, the witch tribe suddenly turned red, and a large amount of flames spurted out from the pores, circling around, and the ragged animal skin was immediately burned clean.

After a while, his lips began to tremble, his eyebrows were dancing, his teeth were chewing, and his expression became indescribably ferocious, his whole body trembled, and his breath was disordered. A stream of heaven and earth energy formed a strange whirlwind around him. Coupled with the red look, it seemed like a bubble that could not bear the explosion.

Zhaoming was still immersed in the use of the Yuanhuo Dao pattern in the alchemy furnace. The mysterious feeling made him see his future powerful path, and even more so he saw the hope of avenging Acao. He had completely ignored the outside world.

Shura in the alchemy room looked at the appearance of the witch clan and was afraid, but he was tied up like a rice dumpling and moved unchangedly. He could only curl up his body and slowly move towards the door.

After a moment, the witch clan suddenly opened his eyes, which shocked Shura even more.

There was only flame in my eyes, and there was no other sight. Those pair of eyeballs were burned clean by the flames, empty and terrifying.

"ah!"

The witch clan suddenly stood up, raised his head and howled in pain. The terrible flames spurted out from his mouth like a pillar of fire. After a loud "bang", the roof was burned clean.

At this moment, he was suffering from the pain of burning his body with flames, and he couldn't bear it. He was about to collapse and frenzy and regretted it even more. He thought he had thought of the Nine Yang Golden Pills strong enough, but he didn't expect to underestimate it.

The heat contained in it is not something you can bear at all. Not to mention the realm of the Golden Immortal, even the Golden Immortal of the Great Luo may have to drink hatred when it comes.

He couldn't understand why that little fire-swallowing demon could be fine and had a great advantage. He only knew that he was afraid he would explain it here today.

Although the witch clan has learned well, it is limited after all. This Nine Yang Golden Elixir was refined by Sun Jiuyang by chance after getting a unique medicine called Sun Fire Spirit Fruit.

The Sun Fire Spirit Fruit is the innate spiritual root, born on the Sun Star, and nurtured by the Sun True Fire. It is the top medicinal herb in the fire-moving medicinal herb, no doubt about it.

When he was refining, even he himself didn't know what he would have refined, which attracted the essence of wood to enter, making the power of fire even more terrifying.

I originally wanted to improve my cultivation, but I never thought that the flame power inside was too terrifying. Even if he licked it himself, he almost got burned to death, so he never used it.

For some reasons, Sun Jiuyang did not want to owe others cause and effect, and felt that this thing should be useful to Zhaoming, so he gave Zhaoming all the things that were useless to him to offset the cause and effect.

The medicinal materials nurtured by the true fire of the sun, the power of the flame is so terrifying that even if it is refined into a pill, it should not be underestimated.

Zhaoming was born with a body of fire-swalking demon, and was in line with fire, and took the risk to practice the furnace body refining technique and various luck. The witch clan knew nothing about it and swallowed it directly, how could he withstand it.

The wooden house was lit, and the flames were getting bigger and bigger.

Shura kept moving his body and finally rolled down from the door. He felt that the heat was too amazing, so he rolled to the edge of the bamboo fence before shouting inside: "Zhaoming, brother, come out quickly!"

He was anxious. Although Zhaoming was a fire-swallowing demon, it was unpredictable whether he could withstand such flames. But if he didn't leave, he would not only not be able to help, but would instead trap himself in, and maybe even put Zhaoming in a more troublesome situation.

"Ah! Why... Why!"

The witch clan screamed loudly, unwilling to accept it. His mysterious skills finally made it difficult to continue to persist. His limbs were not just the pores, but turned into real burning.

"Water, I want water, water!"

At this moment, he was no longer a golden immortal cultivator or a powerful master of supernatural powers, but was like an ordinary weak creature, wanting to use water to extinguish the flames on his body.

However, there were flowers and plants in the house, and there was little water. As soon as I reached into the only water tank, I heard a "sniff" sound. Not to mention water, even the entire stone tank was immediately burned to ashes and sprinkled all over the ground.

"Water...water!"

My mind was confused. As for the idea of ​​killing Zhaoming and Shura, I had already burned clean with the flames, and rushed towards the outside regardless of everything.

A large gap was knocked out of the wooden house, and the surrounding edges were immediately lit, the fire was even better and soared into the sky.

With the raging flames, the witch clan stumbled and rushed out of the yard. There was a formation restriction around the yard. Although the witch clan did not use the method of making the formation, it still rushed out. The raging flames directly burned a corner of the formation.

When they rushed out of the yard, there was a mud swamp in front of them, and the water had no ankles. The witch clan shouted and rushed directly into the water regardless of everything. They saw white water vapor soaring into the sky, but the flames did not weaken at all.

He, a golden immortal cultivator, could not bear such mysterious fire, so how could this ordinary mud and water be extinguished?

I heard a burst of pain howling from the swamp, heart-wrenching, and even more bursts of tossing sounds, which made Shura stunned and shocked.

After a long time, the howling finally stopped and the flames gradually faded. Only the white steam covered the sky and turned into thick fog surrounding the surroundings, which did not dissipate for a long time.

Dead, the witch tribe is dead... Shura was stunned and immediately was overjoyed. Looking at the wooden house again, because there was nothing to burn, the fire became smaller and smaller, and immediately shouted: "Zhaoming, Zhaoming, come out quickly, the witch tribe is burned to death, hurry!"

Because of the witch clan's loud howling, Zhaoming had already withdrawn from that mysterious state. Seeing the raging fires around him, he naturally knew that the witch clan had been deceived and had eaten the Nine Yang Golden Pill.

However, the fire around him was astonishing, and even he felt uncomfortable, and the alchemy furnace was safer. Moreover, he was worried that the witch clan's cultivation level was amazing, and he might not be burned to death as he expected, or there were some means to wait for him, so he did not dare to go out for a while.

At this moment, when Shura heard that the witch clan had been burned to death and the fire around him had weakened, he did not hesitate and immediately jumped out of the alchemy furnace.

"Zhaoming!" Seeing that Zhaoming was fine, Shura was ecstatic and immediately urged: "Hurry, help me unlock it."

Zhaoming stepped forward and pulled the vine around Shura, but found that it could not be pulled at all. This vine was a magic weapon used by the witch clan. It had poisonous stings on it. Generally, monks would be unable to gather true energy and would be weak when they were stabbed.

Although Shura was not afraid of the poisonous stings on it, the vine sword was difficult to hurt. Even though the witch clan was dead at this moment, the effect still existed and could not escape.

"What should I do?" Shura's heart sank: "The green snake demon should have gone out to see the trap, and he will probably be back soon."

To the two of them, the Green Snake Demon was just a fool, and he was loyal to a witch clan. If he came back and found that this place had become like this, he would definitely kill him and avenge his master.

Although both of them have increased their cultivation, the Green Snake Demon is already a demon clan in the Tribulation Period, two levels higher than the two, and he cannot fight at all.

"Don't worry! I'll try again! Hold on!" Zhaoming calmed down and gathered a ball of flame in his hand and slapped at the vine.

The vine has been specially treated, not afraid of swords or swords, but is afraid of fire. As soon as the flame is approaching, the vine is like a green snake burned by fire, and it will loosen and spill all over the ground.

"Go away!" Shura was about to run away. The formation restriction was burned by the flames on the witch clan. It was a great opportunity.

"Wait!" Zhaoming called him and ran back to the ruined wooden house. The medicine gourd was also a treasure, but it was burned by such a fire and was completely unscathed.

After holding the medicine gourd in his hand, Zhaoming looked at the alchemy furnace that he had almost refined himself. After thinking for a moment, he pressed his hand on the alchemy furnace and tried to activate the technique of having gullies in his chest.

This technique is the Sumeru mustard seed magical power commonly used by monks. It is said that it opens up a space on the chest, so it is called the magical power with gullies in the chest. It has no other function except for collecting things, and can only collect dead objects, but cannot collect living objects, and even corpses cannot be collected.

The higher his cultivation level, the more things he can collect. Acao taught him this technique early, but he would not start practicing until the Nascent Soul stage.

This technique is an ordinary method, and everyone in the world of cultivation knows it, and there is no talent to speak of. Once it is used, the alchemy furnace immediately disappears and has appeared in Zhaoming's Sumeru Mustard Seed Space.

If your cultivation is not high, the space is naturally very large, but it is more than enough to install an alchemy furnace. Seeing that there is still a lot of space, Zhaoming feels that he can also install some things.

My eyes swept across the surrounding medicinal fields. Although many medicinal materials were destroyed in the fire just now, most of them were safe and sound.

"Shura, hurry up, help me pull the herbs! We can use this thing in the future!"

Zhaoming immediately stepped forward and pulled out the herbs, with the roots and soil, and put them all into the gullies in the chest.

He has not spent more than a vain in the past year. He has learned a lot of medicine books for the witch clan to manage the medicine field. I don’t know if it is because of his practice of the magic technique. Some of the knowledge that he had originally remembered was suddenly clear in his mind.

Although he had never refined the pill himself, he naturally gained a little after seeing the witch clan's alchemy. Over time, he also remembered some methods of refining ordinary pills.

The territory of the demon world is not a place of happiness, and there will be times of fighting and pain at that time. After obtaining these medicinal materials, you should be able to refine some basic elixirs for yourself and Shura to use.

The two of them were extremely fast, like wind storing the broken clouds, and they dug out all the medicinal materials in the entire medicinal field.
Chapter completed!