Chapter 350 The well-deserved number one in the world
"This, this is..." Zhong Wen looked at the elixirs in front of him, which were almost as big as a small house. He was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped to the ground.
"Since you left, I have been watering these elixirs with water soaked in the 'Tai Sui Pearl' every day." Yin Ning'er explained softly, "Some of the elixirs cannot withstand the power of the Tai Sui Pearl, and they will die soon."
After it dried up, what was left looked like this."
The usually cold girl in white tried her best to sound calm, but she still couldn't hide the pride in her heart.
"Judging from the appearance, this should be regarded as...a hundred-thousand-year-old elixir?" Zhong Wen knocked and touched a Shouwu plant that was much larger than himself. It felt like he was facing a plant that could be used at any time.
He stretched out his limbs and rushed away like a giant beast, his heart full of curiosity.
"Yes." Yin Ning'er nodded slightly, a hint of expectation flashed in her eyes, as if she was waiting for Zhong Wen's praise.
"Ning'er, I really belong to you." Zhong Wen smiled and gave Yin Ning'er a thumbs up, "I'm afraid you are the first person in this world to grow a hundred thousand year elixir, and you are well-deserved to be the best in the world.
First."
"No, no." There were two blushes on Yin Ning'er's fair face, and her small white hands kept rubbing the corners of her clothes, "It's not all what you taught me."
Looking at the girl's cute and shy expression, Zhong Wen felt very happy in his heart.
However, he soon fell into trouble.
Using a ten-thousand-year-old elixir to refine an elixir will cause the heaven and earth to be so amazing. If a hundred-thousand-year-old elixir is used to refine the elixir, will the entire Piaohua Palace be blown up?
Will the prepared elixir be too powerful and choke a person to death?
Even though the books of Yaowang Valley once recorded the deeds of the deputy valley master taking millions of years of elixir to make elixirs, the detailed process was not recorded and could only be regarded as anecdotes. It has no reference significance.
At this moment, he suddenly began to understand why major holy places conducted human experiments.
Feeling that his thoughts were a little darkened, he stopped thinking very vigilantly. In the end, he couldn't restrain his curiosity, so he dug up a hundred thousand-year-old multiflorum and some ten thousand-year-old elixirs and stuffed them into his newly acquired storage.
Among the bracelets, he turned to Yin Ning'er and smiled slightly: "Ning'er, come with me and take you to a good place."
"Where to go?" Yin Ning'er asked curiously.
"We'll find out when we get there." A mysterious smile appeared on Zhong Wen's face.
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"This...this is!"
Looking at the vast expanse of medicinal fields in front of her and the looming pavilions behind the spiritual mist in the distance, Yin Ning'er seemed to be in a dream, her white and tender hands covering her cherry lips, her eyes full of shock.
"This is a secret base I discovered." Zhong Wen said with a smile, "Now that you are ready to master the cultivation of elixirs, I plan to leave this medicinal field to you."
In order not to put too much psychological burden on Yin Ning'er, Zhong Wen did not introduce the origin of "Yao Wang Valley", but only called it a "secret base".
"Is it really possible?" Yin Ning'er has a strong talent for planting. She instinctively felt that the terrain here is far more suitable for planting elixirs than the top of the mountain. Looking at the vast and boundless medicinal fields in front of her, she felt like
Facing the cat in the fish pond, it is almost difficult to control itself.
"Your talent in planting is far better than mine." Zhong Wen said softly, "Only in your hands can this spiritual field be of its due value. In addition, there should be many more in the buildings over there.
It’s a good thing, you can go in and explore it in your spare time.”
"Thank you, Zhong Wen." Yin Ning'er's eyes were full of excitement and gratitude, and she didn't realize how gentle her voice was. "If you need any magic medicine, just tell me and I will plant it for you."
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"That's natural. Who among us is following the other? I won't be polite to you." Zhong Wen laughed and said, "Next, I'm going to try to make an elixir here using a hundred thousand-year-old elixir. You can walk around, but remember not to
You have to stay too close, otherwise you will be easily injured if the alchemy furnace explodes."
Yin Ning'er nodded meekly, moved her jade feet, and sat on top of a spiritual field in the distance. She did not explore around, but quietly stared in the direction of Zhong Wen, intending to watch and learn his alchemy skills.
Zhong Wen took out the "100,000-year-old Shouwu", "10,000-year-old Zhuguo", "10,000-year-old spirit-melting grass" and other auxiliary elixirs on his own, and then set up the alchemy furnace and placed the elixir fire underneath.
Lingwen, put the medicinal materials into the furnace.
In order to save Shangguan Junyi, he dug up the Ten Thousand Years Shouwu in the Yaowang Valley and planned to refine the "Great Return to Yuan Dan". In the end, due to the age of the medicinal materials, he refined a higher-grade medicine by mistake.
"Huitian Dan".
This time, he planned to try the refining process of "Huitian Pill" again according to the same formula, but the age of the medicinal materials used had been greatly improved.
With the main medicine at the level of 100,000 years, and the auxiliary medicine at the level of 10,000 years, the elixir produced can even feed the dead!
With this in mind, he used various advanced alchemy techniques and began the refining process of the advanced "Returning to Heaven Pill".
Just as he made two alchemy gestures, the originally cloudless sky was suddenly covered by clouds and fog, lightning flashed and thunder, and the terrifying heaven and earth phenomena came much earlier than he expected.
On this day, Yin Ning'er saw for the first time what was called an apocalyptic scene...
Ghost Mandrill probably didn't expect that after practicing in the Holy Land for more than twenty years, he would once again return to his childhood habit of stealing.
When he took advantage of others' unpreparedness and swept away more than a dozen meat buns in the bun shop, the memories from before he was five years old suddenly came to his mind. At this moment, he suddenly missed his old ghost master very much.
Even though the masked man promised to hold the saint back, he did not dare to place all his hopes on such an unknown strong man.
After being pierced by the soul-eating coral for so many days, the extremely weak Demon Mandrill did not flee in panic. Instead, he calmly found a small city to find food and replenish his strength.
After eating more than a dozen meat buns, he felt that his almost exhausted physical strength was gradually recovering, and the wounds on his body were slowly healing.
After stealing it once, the feeling of the past returned instantly. When he committed the crime again, the ghost mandrill was already very skilled.
He stole a black coat and a unicorn horse from a private house, replaced the eye-catching Dark Temple costume, and then headed east, straight towards Daqian.
After galloping like this for who knows how long, a wide river appeared in front of the ghost mandrill.
The water in the river was slightly turbid, but the extremely thirsty mandrill ignored it and plunged into the river, frantically absorbing water.
Before the age of five, most of the drinking water sources he came into contact with were much dirtier and turbid than the water in this river.
While he was drinking the heroic cow, a strong sense of crisis suddenly came into his heart. Ghost Mandrill suddenly stretched out his hands, and his whole body was like a huge toad, bouncing upwards with a "swoosh" and moving about a foot in the air. .
Almost at the same time that the ghost mandrill flew into the air to dodge, a black flame with a "chichi" sound hit his original position, and there was a roar from the riverside, revealing a shallow depression.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you actually have such reflexes." A familiar voice came from not far away, "He is indeed the most talented mandrill among the twelve pillars."
"Zhuolong's good son, he actually chased your father here." Gui Mandrill endured the pain on his body, straightened his back, looked up at the person who came, and said with a grin, "You are really filial."
"As expected, you are still so annoying." Zhuolong was not angry, but said calmly as if chatting about everyday things, "You are just as unpleasant as that old ghost master of yours."
"Aren't you the same?" The smile on Gui Mandrill's face became more and more ferocious, "You are as useless as your master, the master of the third palace."
"It seems that you really don't want to live anymore." After hearing Gui Mandrill's insults to his master, Zhuolong's eyes instantly turned cold, "You are already half dead, and you are still so stubborn. I will make you realize what it means to not be able to survive." , I can’t wish for death.”
"Is it just you?" Gui Mandrill said with disdain on his face, "You are a scumbag who will always be stepped on by Garuda."
"Seeking death!" Zhuolong was furious. He suddenly pulled out the black giant sword from his back, jumped into the air, and slashed at the ghost mandrill.
Garou is the head of the twelve pillars of the Dark Temple and the leader of the younger generation.
Although there is only one difference in ranking, Zhuolong and Jialou have fought each other for more than a hundred times, but they have never won, and they were beaten to pieces every time.
Over time, Zhuolong's reputation as the "Second Brother of Ten Thousand Years" gradually spread like wildfire in the Dark Temple, and became a source of laughter for many people after dinner.
Therefore, the word "Jialou" is as taboo as the arrogant Zhuolong, and it is also a switch that arouses the anger in his heart. It can be said that he always hits the target every time.
Ghost Mandrill pulled out the giant blade from his back and was about to swing it out, but suddenly he felt a sense of weakness. His right arm went limp and he was unable to attack. He had to forcefully fix the blade with both hands and block it in front of him.
"when!"
The giant sword and the giant blade collided hard together, and the ghost mandrill felt a huge force coming from him. His already weak body was completely unable to resist. Like a shell out of the barrel, it flew straight back and hit each other hard. On the boulder.
Zhuolong succeeded in the attack without any pause. He swayed his feet, stepped in front of Demon Mandrill, and struck down with his sword again.
"when!"
Along with the sound of another collision of gold and iron, traces of blood oozed from the corner of Ghost Mandrill's mouth, and his whole body was smashed into the ground, and he could hardly even hold the giant blade in his hand.
"Aren't you very arrogant?" A cruel light shot out from Zhuolong's eyes, and the giant sword in his hand slashed at the tired and weak Demon Mandrill like a violent storm. He shouted with a wild laugh, "Come on, teach me a lesson for this scumbag! "
Under the fierce impact of the giant sword, Ghost Mandrill's complexion became increasingly pale, and all the bones in his body almost fell apart. He wanted to retort, then he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, but he was unable to even speak.
Seeing that the ghost mandrill was about to collapse, the cruel look in Zhuolong's eyes became stronger, and he used more force on his hand to slash out with his sword. The blade was enveloped in a violent black flame, and the surrounding air was burned. The temperature rises and smoke rises.
"when!"
The giant blade in the hand of Ghost Mandrill, who seemed to be weak and exhausted, suddenly slashed upwards and collided hard with the giant sword in Zhuolong's hand. The surface of the giant blade also emitted blazing black fire, and it was evenly matched with the giant sword. Evenly matched.
"Huh?"
Zhuolong was startled, and he suddenly took a few steps back, holding the giant sword across his chest, with a look of caution on his face.
Looking up, he saw the already dying Ghost Mandrill's eyes were red, and the corners of his eyes were covered with winding red blood lines. His whole body was surrounded by black blazing spiritual fire, exuding a sharp and terrifying killing intent. , as if demons from hell have descended on the world to bring endless killings and disasters.