Three hundred and fortieth chapters wash marrow elixir
When Zhao Yuan woke up and opened his eyes, the surroundings were dark.
The rain hitting the tent made a crackling sound.
"Is it raining?"
Zhao Yuan gradually adapted to the sight. He saw that Wan Ling'er, Wan'er, Qiqi, and the sixth and ninth aunts were all crowded into the small tent. The tent was so full that there was no room for them to stay.
place.
"Yes, it's raining. Are you feeling better?" Qiqi gently wiped Zhao Yuan's forehead with a towel, extremely gentle, and was completely unaware of the look of disdain on Wan Ling'er's face on the other side of Zhao Yuan.
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"Fortunately, where are Chen Mang and Chen Dao?" Zhao Yuan moved a little. He felt sore all over his body and had a splitting headache.
"They are driving away the corpse demon outside." Wan Ling'er saw that Zhao Yuan was a little anxious.
"Zombie demon! Where are we?" Zhao Yuan's body trembled.
"Stay where you are." Wan Ling'er said with a bitter smile.
"Why don't you leave here?" Zhao Yuan asked anxiously.
"After you fainted, it started to rain..."
Everyone was talking about it, and Zhao Yuan finally understood. Just after he fainted, it started to rain heavily.
It doesn't matter if it's just raining, but what's terrible is that when the heavy rain doesn't stop, all the corpse demons in the lair will come out.
At first, Wan Ling'er was able to use anti-corpse powder to prevent the corpse demon, but under the heavy rain, even Wan Ling'er's special anti-corps powder had no effect.
Originally, everyone was planning to find a cave nearby, but the place they were in was low-lying, and under the constant heavy rain, the few caves they found were heavily waterlogged, making it impossible for people to live in them.
Seeing that the rain was getting heavier and Zhao Yuan was in a coma again, everyone decided to stay where they were. After all, the terrain here was slightly higher and the visibility was excellent, so there was no need to worry about a sneak attack from Crescent City.
In this way, Wan Ling'er called out the tent from the Sumeru Ring and settled in temporarily.
After understanding this, Zhao Yuan was speechless and could only smile bitterly.
Now, they are less than a hundred feet away from Crescent City, and their every move is under the surveillance of the other party. This place is really not a good hiding place.
"We have to get out of here." Zhao Yuan struggled to sit up.
"We can't leave." Aunt Six sighed.
"Why?"
"Look outside." Aunt Six lifted up a corner of the tent to show Zhao Yuan.
Zhao Yuan looked over and was stunned. Looking around, he saw that the corpse demons around the hillside had piled up like mountains, while the two brothers Chen Mang and Chen Dao were still killing crazily in the wind and rain, with surging murderous intent like a tide.
As far as the eye can see, there are shaky black shadows all around.
Obviously, they were surrounded by corpse demons.
"This is not a solution, they will die from exhaustion." Zhao Yuan looked at Chen Dao and Chen Mang who were fighting non-stop in the wind and rain.
"No." Wan Linger's face showed a trace of pride.
"Why?"
"I gave these two brothers a kind of pill, which not only improves their skills, but also keeps them strong. Let alone one night, it doesn't matter even if they fight for three days and three nights. Moreover,
It's windy and rainy outside now, and it's muddy. The corpse demon's movements are blocked and slow. As long as it's not a particularly powerful corpse demon, the two brothers will have no problem blocking it."
"It's yours!" Zhao Yuan raised his thumb, but his whole body ached and he almost fainted.
"Eat this." Wan Ling'er took out a crystal clear golden elixir.
"What is this?" Zhao Yuan asked.
"I won't poison you."
Wan Ling'er stuffed the golden elixir into Zhao Yuan's mouth. The golden elixir melted in his mouth, like a warm current entering Zhao Yuan's limbs. Suddenly, Zhao Yuan felt extremely comfortable.
"This is specially refined for you in the alchemy world. It can straighten out the eight extraordinary meridians, and also improve your spiritual energy... Run your spiritual energy quickly, hurry up, I will massage and unblock it with spiritual energy for you..."
When Wan Ling'er saw Zhao Yuan swallowing the golden elixir, he immediately squeezed in front of Zhao Yuan among the legs. A pair of catkins pressed against Zhao Yuan's chest, allowing Zhao Yuan's familiar spiritual energy to penetrate into Zhao Yuan's blood.
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Zhao Yuan did not dare to neglect, and immediately activated the two furnaces to refine the golden elixir that melted in the mouth.
After the warm current entered Zhao Yuan's body, it immediately boiled like a raging fire. For a moment, Zhao Yuan felt like he was in a furnace, suffering from extreme pain.
The painful feeling was fleeting, because Wan Ling'er's spiritual energy was like a clear stream, repairing his damaged internal organs, and at the same time, once again building the foundation for Zhao Yuan.
What makes Zhao Yuan feel strange is that under the stimulation of the golden elixir, the two furnace cauldrons actually have a faint tendency to merge.
This is an unprecedented feeling, because all along, the two cauldron fires in Zhao Yuan's body have always been in harmony with each other, and they will never collide even if they are flowing at lightning speed inside the body.
"What kind of golden elixir is this?" Zhao Yuan couldn't help but ask.
"Don't ask, hurry up and you'll be done soon!" Wan Ling'er glared at Zhao Yuan, and the spiritual energy in his palms became more and more urgent.
boom……
"Pfft!"
Zhao Yuan felt as if his body had exploded and he spit out a mouthful of blood. Soon, Zhao Yuan fainted again.
Inside the tent, there was a foul smell.
After Zhao Yuan sprayed out the stinky dirt, Wan Ling'er had a look of joy on his face. He carefully wiped the dirt on Zhao Yuan's body with a towel. His expression was extremely focused, as if he was refining an elixir.
In the darkness, Wan'er and Qiqi looked at each other, and Wan'er touched Qiqi with her leg, hinting that she should work hard.
After wiping Zhao Yuan clean, Wan Ling'er used spiritual energy to massage Zhao Yuan with extremely gentle movements.
At this moment, it seemed like I was back in the small house next to the horse gallery in Wanjia East Courtyard.
If you could turn back time...
It's a pity that time cannot be turned back. There are four women beside Wan Ling'er who are eyeing her. She can't even rely on Zhao Yuan's chest to rest for a while.
Inside the tent, it was suffocatingly quiet. Only Zhao Yuan's even breathing could be heard clearly.
"Ah...how long have I been asleep?" Zhao Yuan sat up suddenly. He felt that he was as light as a swallow. He almost jumped up just by sitting lightly. Fortunately, Wan Ling'er had the foresight to hold his chest with his hand.
Otherwise, with this leap, he would overturn this small tent that was used to protect him from the wind and rain.
"It's only two sticks of incense." Wan Ling'er said angrily when she saw Qiqi approaching Zhao Yuan.
"Oh... Ling'er, thank you. By the way, you just gave me some pill. I feel like I have no weight, and, moreover, my spiritual energy..."
"That's a marrow-cleansing pill that can help you rebuild your cultivation physique. I've studied it for you..."
Wan Ling'er suddenly stopped. In the darkness, her eyes were filled with tears.
In order to clean the marrow elixir, Wan Ling'er studied the elixir in Xiaoyangshan for more than a year. More than three hundred days and nights, except for a short rest, he kept refining the elixir. He failed again and again, and kept trying.
After refining the marrow-cleansing pill, Wan Ling'er came out to look for Zhao Yuan.
Letting Zhao Yuan have his own spiritual energy cultivation is Wan Ling'er's belief.
Although it only took one year, it was more elixirs than many professional alchemists would make in a lifetime, because Wan Ling'er set up dozens of alchemy furnaces. She had no assistants or alchemy boys. Apart from alchemy,
She also needs to record the data changes of each pill furnace...
Words cannot describe Wan Ling'er's pain and hardship.
In Xiaoyangshan Danjie, there are baskets and baskets of discarded pills.
"Thank you." Zhao Yuan hardened his heart and said nothing, then slowly lay down and rested his head on Qiqi's lap.
"No, I'm going to see Brother Chen Mang."
Seeing Zhao Yuan resting on Qiqi's lap, Wan Ling'er looked blank. She stood up and walked out of the tent. In the wind and rain, despite the wind and rain, finally, her unyielding eyes couldn't help but
Tears shed.
The dream has been broken, and the longing has become empty. The longing in the rain is just a dream covered with colorful clouds. The hidden wounds, from a drop of rain to a drop of tears, the soul has long been covered with thick green...
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Under the rain curtain, there was an umbrella on the city wall of Crescent City. Under the umbrella, stood quietly the Miao Zong wearing a crimson robe. Behind the Miao Zong, stood a dozen divine envoys.
Without an umbrella, standing in the rain, like a sculpture.
The Miao Zong's soul-stirring pair of deep eyes stared at the small tent in the wind and rain.
Most of the night passed, and the small tent was still standing.
The corpses of zombie demons outside the tent have piled up like a mountain, but the two vigorous figures are still killing tirelessly...
"Miao Zong, it's almost dawn, how about we..."
"Need not."
A cold smile appeared on the corner of Miao Zong's mouth. Suddenly, he slowly walked out from under the umbrella. Surrounding his body, no water could enter, forming a space without rain.
Miao Zong's body slowly flew onto the battlement, and then he slightly raised his arms and made some complicated and obscure ancient gestures.
In the sky, thunderbolts were like snakes.
The rolling dark clouds are like the gathering of thousands of troops, and countless demons are ready to move...