wicked immortal

When Zhao Yuan woke up and opened his eyes, the surroundings were pitch black.

The rain hit the tent and made a "crackling" sound.

"It's raining?"

Zhao Yuan gradually got used to his gaze. He saw that Wan Ling'er, Wan'er, Qiqi, and Aunt Liu and Aunt Jiu were all crowded in the small tent, filling the tent to the brim, and there was no place to stay anymore. place.

"Yes, it's raining, are you better?" Qiqi gently wiped Zhao Yuan's forehead with a towel, she was extremely gentle, unaware of the look of disdain on Wan Ling'er's face on the other side of Zhao Yuan .

"It's okay, where are Chen Mang and Chen Dao?" Zhao Yuan moved a bit, he felt his whole body sore and his headache was about to split.

"They are driving away the corpse demon outside." Wan Ling'er could see that Zhao Yuan was anxious.

"Corpse demon! Where are we?" Zhao Yuan's body shook.

"In place." Wan Ling'er smiled wryly.

"Why don't you leave here?" Zhao Yuan asked anxiously.

"After you passed out, it started to rain..."

Everyone was chattering, Zhao Yuan finally understood that right after he passed out, the sky began to rain heavily.

It doesn't matter if it's just raining. 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 the anti-corpse powder to defend against the corpse demon, but under the heavy rain, even Wan Ling'er's special anti-corpse powder had no effect.

Originally, everyone planned to find a cave nearby, but the place they were in was low-lying, and under the continuous torrential rain, the few caves they found were seriously flooded, making it impossible for people to live there.

Seeing that the rain was getting heavier and Zhao Yuan was in a coma again, everyone discussed and decided to stay where they were. After all, this place is on a slightly higher terrain with excellent visibility, so there is no need to worry about New Moon City's surprise attack.

If so, Wan Ling'er called out the tent from the Sumeru ring, and temporarily stayed there.

After hearing it clearly, Zhao Yuan was speechless and could only smile wryly.

Now, they are less than a hundred feet away from New Moon City, and their every move is under the surveillance of the other party. Is this place really 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." Sixth Aunt lifted up a corner of the tent to show Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan poked his head around and was stunned. Looking around, the corpse demons around the hillside had piled up like a mountain, while the two brothers Chen Mang and Chen Dao were still killing wildly in the wind and rain, and their murderous aura was surging 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 the way, 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 Ling'er had a smug look on his face.

"Why?"

"I gave the two brothers a kind of pill, which can not only improve their skills, but also keep them vigorous. It doesn't matter if they fight for three days or three nights, let alone one night. Moreover, Now it is windy and rainy outside, and it is muddy, and the corpse demon's movement is hindered and slow, as long as it is not a particularly powerful corpse demon, the two brothers will have no problem blocking it."

"It's yours!" Zhao Yuan gave a thumbs up, but his whole body was in pain, and he almost passed out.

"Eat this." Wan Ling'er took out a crystal clear golden pill.

"What is this?" Zhao Yuan asked.

"It won't poison you."

Wan Ling'er stuffed the golden elixir into Zhao Yuan's mouth, and the golden elixir melted in the mouth, like a warm current entering Zhao Yuan's limbs and bones. Immediately, Zhao Yuan felt extremely comfortable.

"This is specially refined for you in the alchemy world. It can straighten out the eight meridians and improve your spiritual energy... Hurry up and run the spiritual energy, hurry up, I will massage and unclog it for you..."

Seeing Zhao Yuan swallowing the golden pill, Wan Ling'er immediately squeezed in front of Zhao Yuan between human legs, a pair of catkins pressed against Zhao Yuan's chest, allowing Zhao Yuan's familiar aura to penetrate into Zhao Yuan's blood. .

Zhao Yuan didn't dare to be negligent, and immediately activated the two furnaces to refine the golden elixir that melts 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, and he was extremely painful.

The feeling of pain is fleeting, because Wan Linger's spiritual energy is like a clear stream, repairing his damaged internal organs, and at the same time, building a foundation for Zhao Yuan again.

What made Zhao Yuan feel weird was that under the urging of the golden core, there was a faint tendency to fuse the two furnaces.

This is an unprecedented feeling, because, all along, the two furnace fires in Zhao Yuan's body have never collided with each other, even if they are flowing rapidly in the body, they will never collide.

"What kind of golden pill is this?" Zhao Yuan couldn't help asking.

"Don't ask, hurry up, and you'll be done soon!" Wan Ling'er glared at Zhao Yuan, and the aura in both palms became more and more urgent.

boom……

"Pfft!"

Zhao Yuan felt as if his body had exploded, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and immediately, Zhao Yuan passed out again.

Inside the tent, there was a foul smell.

After Zhao Yuan sprayed out the foul-smelling dirt, Wan Ling'er looked delighted, and carefully wiped off the dirt on Zhao Yuan's body with a towel. Her expression was extremely focused, as if she was making an alchemy furnace.

In the darkness, Wan'er and Qiqi looked at each other, Wan'er touched Qiqi with her leg, hinting that she should work hard.

After wiping Zhao Yuan clean, Wan Ling'er massaged Zhao Yuan with spiritual energy, her movements extremely gentle.

At this moment, it seemed as if he was back in the hut next to the horse corridor in the east courtyard of Wanjia.

If only time could be turned back...

It's a pity that time cannot be turned back. Beside Wan Ling'er, there are four other women staring at her. She can't rest on Zhao Yuan's chest for a while.

Inside the tent, the silence was suffocating, except that only Zhao Yuan's even breathing could be heard clearly.

"Ah... how long have I been asleep?" Zhao Yuan sat up suddenly, he felt himself as light as a swallow, and almost jumped up just by lightly. Fortunately, Wan Ling'er had the foresight to hold his chest with his hand, Otherwise, with this leap, he would turn the little tent that shelters the wind and rain upside down.

"It was 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, what kind of elixir was given to me just now, I feel like I have no weight, and, moreover, my aura..."

"That's the marrow washing pill, which can rebuild your comprehension physique. I researched it for you..."

Wan Ling'er stopped suddenly, in the darkness, her eyes were filled with tears.

In order to wash marrow alchemy, Wan Ling'er has been studying in Xiaoyangshan alchemy world for more than a year, more than 300 days and nights, except for a short rest, it is non-stop alchemy, failure and failure, has been refining , Wan Ling'er didn't go out to look for Zhao Yuan until he refined the marrow washing pill.

It is Wan Ling'er's belief to let Zhao Yuan have his own aura and cultivation.

Although it was only a year, it was more alchemy than many professional alchemists in a lifetime, because Wan Ling'er set up dozens of alchemy furnaces, she had no assistants, no alchemy boy, except for alchemy, She also needs to record the data changes of each pill furnace...

Words cannot describe Wan Ling'er's pain and hardship.

In Xiaoyang Mountain's alchemy world, there are baskets of discarded pills.

"Thank you." Zhao Yuan hardened his heart, said nothing, and lay down slowly, resting his head on Qiqi's lap.

"No, I'll go see Brother Chen Mang."

Seeing Zhao Yuan resting on Qiqi's lap, Wan Ling'er looked numb, got up, and walked out of the tent. In the stormy sky, despite the wind and rain, finally, her unyielding eyes couldn't help it. Tears were shed.

The dream has been broken, and the miss has become empty.Missing in the rain is just a dream wearing colorful Xia clothes.Hidden wounds, from a drop of rain to a tear, the heart has already been covered with thick green...

……

Under the rain curtain, on the wall of New Moon City, there was an umbrella. Under the umbrella, Miao Zong in a dark red robe stood quietly. Behind Miao Zong, stood more than a dozen envoys. Without an umbrella, standing in the rain is like a sculpture.

Miao Zong's soul-stirring deep eyes stared at the small tent in the wind and rain.

Most of the night passed, and the little tent was still standing.

The dead demon corpses outside the tent have piled up like a mountain, and those two vigorous figures are still killing tirelessly...

"Miaozong, it's almost dawn, or we..."

"Need not."

There was a cruel smile at the corner of Miaozong's mouth, and suddenly, he slowly walked out from under the umbrella, and around his body, no water dripped in, forming a space without rain.

Miaozong's body slowly flew up the battlements, and then slightly raised his arms, making some complicated and obscure ancient gestures.

In the sky, thunderbolts are like swimming snakes.

The billowing dark clouds are like the gathering of thousands of troops, and countless demons are about to move...