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Chapter 2798: Refining the magic pill!

You know, they are all the top existences in the four continents.

In the outside world and in the four continents, they are absolutely powerful, controlling everything and being like the sky.

Who would have thought that after coming to Zhongzhou, they wouldn't even be qualified to be at the bottom.

Now, he has been captured by this Skyfire Ancestor, who is preparing to use him to make pills.

Sad, sigh.

The reason they came to Zhongzhou was to look for the so-called opportunity, but they never expected that they would get such an ending.

Faced with his sister's question, Mu Jia no longer knew how to answer.

Before this, no matter what happened, no matter how difficult it was, he was always the one standing in front of Mu Yi, protecting her from the wind and rain.

But now, no more.

Mu Jia looked at Mu Yi dejectedly and reached out to pat her shoulder, "Little sister, hey..."

"Brother..."

Suddenly, Mu Jia's eyes became determined, and he said, "In a moment, when you see the right opportunity, run as fast as you can and as far as you can."

"Brother, what about you?"

Mu Yi keenly captured the profound meaning of Mu Jia's words.

"Brother Mu Jia..." Qiancong opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

Mu Jia took a deep breath and said to Wu Xin and Qian Chuang, "The three of us have been fighting for our entire lives, but in the end, we found out that what we were fighting for was just a joke. Haha, I have never asked anyone for anything in my life. I'd like to trouble you two to take good care of my sister..."

"Brother..."

Mu Yi burst into tears.

Wuxin and Cangcong were both feeling extremely heavy at this moment.

They all knew what Mu Jia was going to do.

When the Skyfire Ancestor uses them to make elixirs, if Mu Jia chooses to self-destruct his original body, perhaps he can really create a chance for them to escape.

But, what they can think of, can’t the Skyfire Ancestor think of?
When the time comes, will there be no means at all?
Moreover, even if they ran away, where could they go? With the strength of Patriarch Tianhuo and the power of Jingtan Sect, could they escape?

"Brother Mu Jia, don't think too much, and don't do anything stupid."

Wu Xin sighed. Although Mu Jia’s plan could give them a glimmer of hope, he was still pessimistic.

cough cough...

Just at this moment, a light cough was heard.

Then, an old man with red hair was seen entering from the palace gate.

"Ancestor."

Several disciples stood up and bowed respectfully to the old man.

"Ah."

The red-haired old man stretched as if he had just woken up, and came to the stove, "Is the fire hot enough?"

One of the disciples quickly replied, "In reply to the old master, there is still about half a quarter of an hour before the fire is ready."

"Ah."

The red-haired old man nodded and glanced at the iron cages around him.

The sharp gaze made those powerful men in the perfect state in the cage dare not look directly at it.

"Fellow Daoist, can you please let us go and let us be your slaves and servants?"

An old man in ragged clothes knelt directly in the cage. Although he knew there was not much hope, he still couldn't help begging.

The monks around were also somewhat tempted.

"Coward."

The red-haired old man spat, obviously looking down on this man, "You should feel honored to be the material for my alchemy. You should know that what I will refine is an unparalleled divine elixir, a super elixir that can help me reach the eight-star realm..."

"I have been planning this for a long time. Now, I have finally captured you and made up the number of 108. You asked me to let you go and want to destroy my magic pill. Isn't that ruining my practice? What is your intention?" The red-haired old man spoke sharply at the end, staring at the man as if he wanted to eat him alive.

To ruin other people’s practice is like killing their parents; you deserve to die.

Those who were originally tempted to kneel down and beg for mercy held back after seeing this scene.

The other party was clearly determined to kill them, so what was the point of begging? It would be better to curse them a little, so that they could feel more comfortable before dying.

"Fellow."

The man was on the verge of collapse. "As long as you let me go, I will find you another perfect cultivator. No, ten. As long as you let me go, I will find you ten..."

"whispering sound."

The red-haired old man snorted, "Not only are you spineless, but you are also very evil. Why do you push your own fate onto others? You would rather die than let your friends die, right? Even if I release everyone here today, I will never let you go..."

“Fellow Daoist…” The man collapsed immediately.

"Noisy."

The red-haired old man waved his sleeves, and a force of law flew out, directly imprisoning the man.

The man opened his mouth wide, but couldn't make a sound.

At this time, the red-haired old man put his hands behind his back and glanced around, "I know that you are unwilling to give up, but reality is so cruel. Today, I ask you fellow Taoists to die, just to refine a magic pill. After the magic pill is completed, I will set up a tablet for you, and the disciples of the Jingtan Sect will pray for you every day..."

Everyone's face twitched as they listened to his words, as if he were some kind of messenger of justice. If they were unwilling to die, it would seem like a fault.

"Ancestor, the furnace temperature is high enough."

At this time, a disciple stood up and reported to the red-haired old man.

Everyone's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

it has started.

The countdown of their lives has begun.

"Well, let me test the furnace temperature first."

The red-haired old man came to the furnace and threw the disciple in without saying a word.

"what."

The disciple let out a scream and instantly turned into nothingness in the firelight of the furnace.

The disciples nearby seemed to be accustomed to such scenes and had no expression at all.

"Yes, Not Bad."

The red-haired old man nodded and said, "The furnace is hot enough. Fellow Taoists, please don't worry. I will add some herbs and roast them for a while before you enter the furnace."

Laughed.

The red-haired old man spread out his sleeves, and countless precious medicinal herbs flew out of his sleeves and flew directly into the furnace.

Everyone's hearts are tight.

You might as well just kill the big guy directly. Keeping him hanging like this puts too much psychological pressure on him.

Another half-quarter of an hour passed.

All the precious medicinal materials in the furnace have turned into liquid.

A medicinal fragrance instantly filled the entire hall.

"Okay, fellow Taoists, please enter the furnace."

The red-haired old man laughed loudly, and countless laws of power were released, like shackles, penetrating into the bodies of the more than one hundred perfect realm cultivators.

crunch.

The iron cages opened one after another.

"Everyone, please remember what I just said, please." Mu Jia took a deep breath and clenched his fists tightly.

But as soon as he said this, he discovered with horror that his original power had been sealed.