Chuanshu Shizun is a big villain

Chapter 352 Seeking Immortal Man

Zhao Xiaohu looked at the huge alchemy furnace with the door open and the coldness, and shouted: "Master Immortal, what are you going to do?"

"Haha..." A cold laugh came out, and the alchemy master's face was full of a strange smile, "Of course I will teach you how to make an alchemy furnace."

"Then why did you send me into the alchemy furnace?" Zhao Xiaohu shouted loudly, full of fear.

"Refine the elixir, refine the elixir." "How can you be in harmony with the elixir furnace if you don't enter it?" "If you don't be in harmony with the elixir furnace, how can you refine the best elixir?"

"So, you better go in."

With a slight wave of his hand, Zhao Xiaohu, with bloodshot eyes, was sent into the alchemy furnace that looked like a bloody mouth.

The door of the alchemy furnace embedded in the beam was returned to its original position with a slight move by the alchemy master.

The door of the alchemy furnace was closed.

dong dong dong.

Zhao Xiaohu kept knocking on the door of the alchemy furnace, his mouth full of prayers.

"Master, I don't want to learn magic anymore, can you please let me out!!!"

"Master, please let me go. I don't want to learn magic anymore..."

"Haha..." A cold laugh came out, "You said you don't want to learn immortal arts, so you don't have to learn immortal arts? What do you think I am?" "What do you think immortal arts are?"

“Woo woo woo…” “Master…”

In the alchemy furnace, the crying sound was deafening.

run!
This was the only thought left in the minds of the remaining three people.

All fears should be put aside.

"Don't you want to learn immortal arts? Why are you running away?" "If an immortal cultivator is not determined to become immortal, he will die miserably. For example, he will be used as a medicinal material to be made into pills."

From beginning to end, the alchemy master did not even look at the remaining three people. He just waved his hand casually, and silk threads spread out from the alchemy furnace and swept towards the three people.

The three of them were entangled by the silk threads extending from the alchemy furnace, suspended above the alchemy furnace, hanging upside down.

The immortal alchemist raised his hand and waved at the alchemy furnace.

A ball of red flame emerged from the alchemy furnace.

sizzle.

The sound of pork frying in oil and raging fire came from the alchemy furnace, and a heart-wrenching roar was heard at the same time.

Zhang Erniu was so scared that he peed his pants.

literal meaning.

“It’s rubbish.”

The immortal alchemist looked at Zhang Erniu with disdain.

After more than ten breaths, the fire in the furnace went out, and the alchemy master waved his hand, and the door of the furnace was opened.

A heat wave, the opposite of the cold, hit me in the face.

There is a charred pill in the alchemy furnace.

The pill flew out of the alchemy furnace and landed in the hands of the alchemist master, who showed a look of disappointment on his face.

Waste pill.

"Why is it a waste pill again?"

"Is there something wrong with the way I make the elixir?"

"No, there is absolutely no way that my alchemy method is problematic. The problem must be with the ingredients used in the alchemy."

"Yes, there must be something wrong with the material of the face."

The expression on the immortal alchemist's face changed from doubt to affirmation, and then to great relief.

He is a genius alchemist.

Logically speaking, there is no elixir in this world that he cannot refine.

If so, it must be due to poor quality of the material.

His eyes swept over the other three people.

The old man was the first one to be eliminated by the alchemy master.

It's so old, and it's obviously not a good material for alchemy.

Zhang Erniu, who was scared to death, was also excluded.

You're so scared, it's disgusting.

The last sight fell on Li Dazhuang.

Li Dazhuang screamed heartbreakingly and begged, "Master Immortal, please let me go, I..."

Before Li Dazhuang could finish speaking, the alchemy master threw Li Dazhuang into the alchemy furnace.

The fire was burning fiercely. After a while, the furnace was opened again.

Looking at the burnt pill in his hand, the immortal alchemist's eyes were filled with hatred, and his burnt face was full of ferocity. He threw the pill on the ground and looked viciously at the unconscious Zhang Erniu, "You rubbish, you really deserve to die."

As he spoke, the alchemist threw the pill on the ground and crushed it with force.

Zhang Erniu didn't know what happened. When the alchemy master threw him into the alchemy furnace, he suddenly woke up and cried loudly, "Master, please let me go. I am willing to work like a cow or a horse for you..."

"Haha." The Alchemy Master sneered, his burnt black skin looked even more terrifying, "I need a woman like you to work like a slave? Funny."

The hot fire burned fiercely.

The old man looked at the blazing fire. For some reason, he suddenly became quiet. He stopped crying and making a fuss. He just stared at the fire without blinking, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, a black and burnt pill appeared in the hands of the alchemist.

pat.

The pill fell to the ground and was crushed hard.

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The alchemist scratched his hairless head vigorously, and charred pieces of it kept falling down. He seemed a little annoyed, "Why is it still not successful? Why?"

"why?"

"Could it be that there is really something wrong with my alchemy skills?"

"No, there is absolutely no way that there is a problem with my alchemy skills. The problem must be these consumables."

"The older the medicinal materials are, the better. So..." The Alchemy Immortal Master stared at the old man who was bound by the alchemy furnace and muttered to himself, "These consumables should be the same."

"Yes, that's right."

The immortal alchemist, who had figured something out, showed an excited look on his face.

He waved his hand casually, and the old man floated towards the alchemy furnace.

From beginning to end, the old man didn't say a word.

Click.

Seemingly a little strange, the alchemy master stopped controlling the old man's alchemy and said, "Why don't you scream? Aren't you afraid?"

The old man looked at the alchemist with a calm gaze, and said in a very pretentious manner, "Why are you afraid?"

"Are you really not afraid?" The alchemy master showed an interested expression on his face.

"What do you think?" the old man asked in a profound way.

After a pause, the old man asked again: "Is fear useful?"

"Ha ha……"

The old man smiled coldly, seeming to be nonchalant.

"Hehe..." The alchemy master also laughed.

"I like people like you who are afraid of death but extremely stubborn the most."

“I guess, considering you as a great medicine, the pills you refine must be very good.”

"Go."

The immortal alchemist seemed to be speaking the will of heaven. With just a casual word, the old man was taken away and floated towards the alchemy furnace.

As he got closer and closer to the alchemy furnace, fear finally appeared on the old man's face.

Having been a fairy hunter all his life, he has done some good things, but he has done even more bad things.

He had long thought that he might die miserably and not have a good end, but... he had never thought that he would be used as a medicinal material and made into pills.

It may be refined into a discarded elixir, thrown on the ground, and then crushed.

There was no cold and gloomy air in the alchemy furnace, only a fishy smell.

Getting closer and closer to the furnace door.

The door of the alchemy furnace was like a gaping bloody mouth, ready to devour anyone.

At this moment, the old man seemed to know what empathy was.

The three of them must have been very desperate before they died.

The old man thought so.

Seeing the despair on the old man's face, the Alchemy Master smiled, but the sunlight was gloomy. "Haha, I thought you wouldn't be afraid, but who knew..."

“It’s all fake.”

The old man's eyes gradually blurred, and he whispered: "If there is a next life, I will never be that illusory immortal again."

"You really won't do it again?"

The old man showed a bitter smile on his face. If there was an afterlife, he felt that he would still be that illusory immortal seeker.

Forget it, why think so much.