Seven Colors Demonic Heart Pill.

What is recorded on the scroll is an elixir.

Feng Jueyu always thought that alchemy was something invented by some emperor who wanted to live forever. He never expected that this world actually had such a miraculous skill.

Before he traveled through time, he was a doctor and a miracle doctor with extraordinary medical skills. Naturally, he knew the principles of medicine very well.

After taking the scroll, his first feeling was surprise, and then he was shocked. Until he saw every ancient seal character on the scroll, it became even more difficult to calm down the turbulent waves in his heart.

Is there really any alchemy in the world?

"Purple lotus, white stem precious grass, golden wheel sunflower, green vine root, orange heart pith, blue grass, green bamboo pulp, put cinnabar into the cauldron, then add soul-destroying ash, three incense of slow fire, four sticks of martial fire,

The elixir is refined into seven colors, and the elixir has seven colors. It is said that the seven colors can be used to refine the devil's heart..."

Cinnabar enters the cauldron...

Three incense of gentle fire, four sticks of martial fire...

Where is this damn thing?

After being shocked, Feng Jueyu felt that his head was extremely big. This kind of skill that only existed in myths and legends was placed in front of him, which was shocking enough. You must know that Feng Da Killer had only traveled through time for less than a year.

Time, the grand world, and the holy land of martial arts are only at the stage of hearing about it, and now a pill recipe comes out. Killer Feng can't help but want to ask, where is this place? Have I entered the mythical world?

"What the hell is this?" Looking at the scroll in his hand, Killer Feng couldn't calm down for a long time, but this kind of performance was different in Ming Dongcheng's eyes. In his opinion, Feng Jueyu's background was no better than that of the murderer.

How much smaller is the blinking demon? How can he be worse next to a great master who doesn't take the sixth level of Shenwu seriously? From Ming Dongcheng's point of view, Feng Da Killer's denial and pretense are completely because he doesn't want to help this person.

Old man Ming was so busy that he quickly said: "Brother, you have been with me for a long time. Can you tell me what this is? Don't worry, as long as I can help Ming with this big favor,

, I will definitely remember Wu Nei and never dare to forget it."

It was a matter of honor and disgrace for the entire Zhongtian City. Old Man Ming almost knelt down in front of Young Master Feng. What did he call Feng Jueyu?

you!

The old man used all the honorifics.

Seeing Ming Dongcheng's dead look, Killer Feng was helpless. He closed the scroll and said, "Master Ming, to tell you the truth, I was also kidnapped by that devil. In terms of experience and knowledge, I'm afraid even Ming Ming

The palace master is not as good as one-tenth, what do you want me to tell you?"

"Brother, you really don't know?" Seeing Feng Jueyu's sincere words, Ming Dongcheng was greatly distressed and said, "What then? If the senior comes out without the Seven-Color Demonic Heart Pill, then Zhongtian City won't..."

I know that this old man is worried, but the worry is useless, and I can't protect myself. Feng Jueyu smiled bitterly and shook his head, sincerely saying: "Master Ming, there is no use worrying. The devil said, let me be responsible for supervision

If you can't satisfy him about this matter, this..."

Ming Dongcheng felt like crying. Things have reached this point. Why are you still scaring me? I wonder if my heart can't bear it?

Feng Jueyu sighed and had an idea: "Master Ming, since we are all in trouble, I can't just sit back and ignore it. Let's handle this matter together and try our best to meet his request. As for whether it can be accomplished.

, we can only take one step at a time and see one step at a time.”

In fact, Feng Jueyu could completely ignore the life and death of the Ming family. If the devil wants the Seven-Color Devil's Heart Pill, let this old boy find someone to refine it. It has nothing to do with me. However, after thinking about it carefully, he still felt that it was inappropriate.

, after all, this is a great opportunity to get in touch with Danshi.

With Feng Jueyu's personality, he would spend time studying the things he likes, let alone the alchemy related to medical skills. The previous improvement of the Black Armor Guard was due to Xuan Qing San, Feng Jueyu felt that the alchemy must be better than

Preparing and dispensing medicine is much more powerful. If you can master a certain knowledge of alchemy, it will be of great benefit to the Black-armored Tiger Guard private army in the future.

Don't worry about whether you can escape from the clutches of the devil, first get the knowledge of alchemy.

With this idea in mind, Fengda Killer generously helped without hesitation. In fact, in the final analysis, it was a matter of mutual benefit.

When Ming Dongcheng heard this, he was very happy and hurriedly thanked him: "My brother can come forward to help. Ming is very grateful. If you need anything, please tell me. If Ming can do it, even if it means going up the mountain of swords and going down the frying pan,

There’s absolutely nothing wrong with it, it’s just…”

Ming Dongcheng spoke righteously, with an expression that seemed to tell Feng Jueyu that as long as he helped, he would accept Feng Jueyu as his father. However, in the end he changed the subject and whispered: "There is just one person here.

Things come together..."

"What's up?"

Ming Dongcheng covered his bruised old face and said with an embarrassed smile: "Brother, you see that Ming is also the number one person in Zhongtian City. Can you keep this matter a secret for Ming today?"

Feng Jueyu suddenly realized that this old boy was so afraid of embarrassing himself that he actually begged himself not to tell anyone about his beating. What was so difficult about this?

Feng Jueyu: "What did Mr. Ming say? I am like a fallen person from the end of the world. I will keep this little matter a secret for Mr. Ming. But if I plan to refine the Seven-Color Demonic Heart Pill, I will definitely tell the alchemists in the city

We've met each other, I'm a newbie here, and suddenly I want to ask for help, I'm afraid I won't be as easy to talk to as Mr. Ming, right?"

To make it clear, Feng Jueyu is also worried that without Ming Dongcheng's instructions, he will run into obstacles everywhere. After all, this is not Tiannan. Who do others know about me, Feng Jueyu?

And he was also very surprised that Ming Dongcheng cared so much about his own face?

After all, the fist in this world is the biggest, isn’t it so embarrassing to be someone else’s opponent?

Ming Dongcheng seemed to see what Feng Jueyu was thinking, and explained: "Hey, little brother, you don't know something. That senior's methods... Ahem, I'm afraid that the news will spread. Zhongtian City's people are worried, and Ming, the city lord

But it’s not easy…”

With this said, Feng Jueyu can understand. If Zhongtian City is the capital of a large super family, it involves a wide range of aspects. If anyone knows that there is a demon who kills everyone on sight in Zhongtian City, why not?

Are they all gone? Will Mingdong City not become a mere city lord by then? This will indeed affect the prestige and reputation of Zhongtian City.

"Then what do you think we should do?" Although Ming Dongcheng acted sincerely and didn't seem to be telling lies, Feng Jueyu still felt that the old man had something to say.

Ming Dongcheng seemed to have already made up his mind and said: "Well, let me trouble my little brother about this matter. Ming is secretly helping me. I will write a list to my little brother right away. They are all rare alchemists in Zhongtian City.

Brother, I’ll look around and if possible, Ming will personally handle the prescription materials.”

Feng Jueyu thought for a while and could only admit it. In fact, whether it was the recipe for the elixir or the recipe for the medicine, the most difficult thing was collecting the materials. Feng Jueyu had never even heard of the spiritual objects written on the scroll.

, naturally there was no way to find him. Besides, it was Feng Jueyu’s duty to look for Danshi, so he agreed.

Then, Ming Dongcheng arranged the best two rooms, one for each of Supreme and Feng Jueyu. In the evening, he personally made a table of sumptuous Meiliang and delivered it to their rooms. As for Feng Jueyu in the future.

His identity in Zhongtian City is a bit hazy.

Mingdong City did not give him a token of unobstructed access, nor did he receive any instructions from the city lord. Anyway, Feng Jueyu felt that he had become an invisible person, with Mingdong City as his backer, but he did not show any help.

He felt as if Ming Dongcheng was hiding something and didn't want him to be exposed.

Feng Jueyu didn't mind, anyway, the only thing they needed to consider was how to send him away or directly kill Xing Kun, the god of plague, so that he could truly escape from his clutches.

Sima Ruyu moved into Xing Kun's Qingxiu place, while Feng Jueyu moved to Donglin Pavilion not far away.

After a long journey along the way, Feng Jueyu was tired, had eaten and drank enough, and was ready for a good sleep. But before he could take off his clothes and go to bed, the door rang.

"Feng Jueyu, I have something to tell you."

The supreme voice sounded outside the door...

What is this girl doing here in the middle of the night? Feng Jueyu put on her clothes helplessly, opened the door, and let the Supreme One in.

The two people who were originally sworn enemies, after half a year of getting along, the hostility between them has eased a lot. Although the Supreme has never liked to talk, it is not too annoying, and Feng Jueyu is also eager to know, this spirit.

How much do the warriors of the clan know about the great world of Hongtu?

"Come in and talk."

After letting the Supreme One in, Feng Jueyu had no intention of closing the door.

In the dead of night, alone and alone, Feng Jueyu didn't want to be criticized.

The Supreme Lord sat directly at the Eight Immortals table, her smart eyes always had a hint of sadness, her expression was as cold as ever, she looked like an ice and snow goddess, keeping away from strangers.

"You won't close the door?"

"I'm afraid that others will gossip."

The Supreme bit his lip: "I'm not afraid of you. What should I be afraid of? After all, we have been together for half a year..."

Although the supreme eldest son is beautiful, exquisite and delicate, and the peaks on his chest are even more peaky than those of Feng Jueyu's unmarried daughter-in-law, to be honest, Feng Jueyu really doesn't have a good impression of her.

After all, they were sworn enemies in the past, how could they be resolved so easily?

"No, we're not familiar with each other. If you have anything to say, just say it. I'm very tired and need to rest."

The Supreme was holding back a lot of anger, and his delicate little face turned pale with anger. The peaks on his chest were undulating, and it was difficult to calm down. He looked at Feng Jueyu coldly, and the Supreme had the intention to pinch this kid.

died.

After looking at Feng Jueyu bitterly for a long time, reason finally defeated his impulse and calmed down. The Supreme said, "Aren't you worried at all?"

"Why should I be in a hurry?" Feng Jueyu lazily leaned on the bed and swayed his legs.

The Supreme stood up and said in a hoarse voice: "Xing Kun is a member of the demon clan. In his eyes, human life is as worthless as grass. Do you think he will let you go if you help him?"

How could Feng Jueyu not know Xing Kun's methods? Moreover, Xing Kun also said that he hated people named Feng the most. Feng Jueyu naturally knew that even if he did ten thousand things to make Xing Kun happy, Xing Kun would never do it.

Let yourself go, but what can you do?

run?

If you have the ability to escape, then do it.

Since you can't run away or fight, what's the use of fighting?

Feng Jueyu knew very well that in the past six months, both himself and the Supreme, and even Sima Ruyu had been thinking about escaping from Xing Kun's clutches all the time. However, in front of Xing Kun, their wishes were as unfulfilled as extravagant hopes. After all, Xing Kun

Kun is so awesome.

But Feng Jueyu never gave up. He only knew one truth. No matter how difficult it was, there was a solution. There was no obstacle in the world that was insurmountable. And this hope was with the Supreme. He had been waiting, waiting for the Supreme

Come to yourself, because he understands that in order to solve a problem, you must understand the whole thing from beginning to end, including the people involved in the matter and everything about him.

As for the answer to Xing Kun, no one except the Supreme can tell him.

There is no doubt that after half a year of inner battle, Feng Jueyu waited until she finally spoke first. As long as she spoke first, it meant that she had taken the initiative.

Sitting upright, Feng Jueyu said: "Tell me about Xing Kun, you should know something."

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Chapter completed!