.And this so-called heart-blooded medicine really requires heart-bloodedness.

The furnace he refined had never been able to produce the cauldron, and what he was waiting for was the painstaking effort.

The hard work required by the Daozong holy medicine is naturally impossible to be a pig heart or a dog heart, or even more impossible to be a wolf heart.

Instead, the state of mind is truly calm and the breath is truly pure.

The blood in the heart of the ascetic monk who was willing to be martyred.

Such hard work is naturally difficult to find in the world, especially for the Taoist sect who emphasizes compassion and abstain from killing, Nari is willing to use the lives of his subordinates to refine medicine, and the ascetic monks practice to the state of willing martyrdom, but they must have a calm mind. How could they use this bloody method for the external method of elixir?

For these reasons, although this kind of pill that is not as powerful as Tongtian Pills but is also very magical, has never really appeared in the Taoist sect, even the legendary Taixu Temple. Instead, when the Demon Cult was in full swing, two cauldrons were refined.

As time goes by, the Demon Sect withered, and the two cauldrons sitting on the ground have already been completely wiped out. If Yun Zhengming refined this cauldron elixir, it will really bring great shock to the world of cultivation.

But... the ascetic monk with a calm mind and a pure breath went to search for it?

Yun Zhengming's cultivation level is so poor now. Even if he finds it, how can he kill those monks and get his efforts?

In the dim room, the medicine cauldron slowly blew the mist with the fragrance of medicine, and a few strands floated in front of his face.

Yun Zhengming's face appeared in the mist, and a very light and complex smile appeared in his dark pupils, as if he was mocking himself and mocking the unfortunate people in the world.

He reached out to take off the black peach blossom on his chest, then slowly took off the old Taoist robe on his body, and folded it calmly and meticulously on the ground beside him.

The skin of the body was extremely pale, just like jade at the moment before the weathering. There was a hole about the size of a fist on the chest. The hole penetrated the body, and you could vaguely see the squeezed and petrified internal organs. The mottled and dirty color was disgusting, and it looked extremely terrifying.

This is a hole he shot out by Qin Jie with a talisman gun on the snow cliff in the wasteland.

No one knows how Yun Zhengming survived after suffering such severe injuries.

The white bones and wriggling internal organs can be seen faintly in the gun hole. In the depths to the left, a blood-red heart can be seen beating slowly.

Yun Zhengming walked to the medicine cauldron and used his strong willpower to prevent his hands from trembling. Then he held a knife and penetrated into the arrow hole in his chest, gently slashing the surface of his heart with the blade.

A drop of blood slowly oozed out there.

An unbearable extreme pain starts from the heart, travels through the shortest distance, and enters the depths of the heart.

Yun Zhengming's face suddenly turned pale, and all the blood flowed out in imitation.

He tried all his strength to prevent himself from howling in despair, but his facial features were twisted and deformed in pain, as terrifying as a grimace in the night.

After a moment, the drop of blood left the blade and fell into the medicine cauldron that was steaming with white mist.

Suddenly, the medicine cauldron boiled like a sea, rolled like anger, and the fragrance of the medicine suddenly subsided, leaving only a strong smell of blood.

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