I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Chapter 459
Everyone sat down in the hot spring. Master Lu clenched his hands and recited a curse. Runes rose from the ground to the sky, separating Yang Zhao and others who wanted to form elixirs.

Luanchuan Xiong and Feng were covered in a hot spring with Yang Zhao again, and Yang Zhao felt that the surroundings suddenly became silent.

It was the kind of complete silence, not even the sound of the wind.

What is needed for the formation of elixirs is the word "quiet". Only when people are calm, the air is calm, the world is calm, can you break through the barrier without any distractions.

Only when the test is difficult and difficult can the elixir be formed.

The Tomb of Heaven just gave you a chance to form an elixir. It didn't mean that you didn't have to work hard to form an elixir.

Luan Chuanxiong thrust a small note to Yang Zhao.

"Now, your master gave this to you."

Yang Zhao felt a little strange when she took the note. What couldn't be said in person, but she still had to write a small note and have someone hand it to her?
She opened the note and saw these large characters written in traditional Chinese, and her face became a little strange.

No wonder I wrote a small note. It's really a bit hot to say such a second grade thing.

And Yang Zhao was very doubtful whether this would work, and maybe Shen Ruoyu himself was doubtful, so he couldn't tell her in public, so he gave her a small note.

Yang Zhao, who was thinking a lot, stuffed the small note into his clothes on the shore.

Luan Chuanxiong began to explain the precautions to Yang Zhao, and Feng You was preparing treatment equipment. The most important protagonist was of course those cute Di Chi insects.

"You don't need to worry about the pill formation, and you don't need to worry about the treatment. From the beginning to the end, the most important thing for you is to ensure that your mind is clear. The rest is our job."

"After forming the pill, in order to have enough spiritual power in your body to heal the injury, we will have the action of breaking the pill. This action has a great impact on people, so you must be mentally prepared in advance."

Yang Zhao nodded and took out a loudspeaker MP3 player from his clothes.

"I understand that the treatment of injuries depends entirely on the two doctors."

"Okay, just close your eyes and relax, we'll do the rest."

Yang Zhao reached out and opened the MP3 player, and the singing sound filled the small hot spring.

"Arise, you who will not be slaves, build our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood."

This song is majestic, sonorous and powerful. It was recorded in the military camp by Yang Zhao to make the country rich and the people strong.

Metaphysics requires a full stack of buffs to feel safe.

What Yang Zhao wants now is a sense of security.

"This song is a bit tragic..." The wind that played the live insect muttered again.

Yang Zhao raised his thumb and said, "Of course, our national anthem is very nice."

"Okay, okay, don't be distracted, and quickly enter meditation." Yang Zhao closed her eyes and calmed down, enduring the spring water nibbling at her skin, and gradually became undistracted.

Suddenly, she felt a large amount of spiritual power pouring into her body from her wrist.

This spiritual energy was like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, directly turning the lazy and stagnant spiritual energy in her body upside down.

Under the pursuit of this spiritual power, a pool of stagnant spiritual power in Yang Zhao's body began to work and gather. Where there were veins, it whizzed past, and where there were no meridians, it rushed directly, and finally gathered in Yang Zhao's Dantian.

As the spiritual power was operating faster and faster, Yang Zhao's meridians began to twitch.

It hurts.

Yang Zhao quickly forgot about the pain outside, because various horrific scenes began to unfold in her mind, forcing her to open her eyes.

From the various bugs and snakes she is afraid of, to the death she has always been afraid of, to the scenes where she kills people.

Scenes were like a slideshow, flashing through her mind.

The regretful, fearful, resentful, frustrated, and aggrieved things in the past were suddenly made into a movie, and were presented in her mind one by one. Yang Zhao, who was holding back, just wanted to vent his emotions by roaring.

"No, no, no, no, calm down, calm down, calm down."

Yang Zhao collected his thoughts: "Listen to the song, listen to the song, listen to the song, it's a little book! No, listen to the song, listen to the song, listen to the song."

At this moment, Yang Zhao felt a faint thunder flashing in his ears.

Before she could hear it clearly, a sharp pain spread from her abdomen to her whole body. She felt that countless steel needles suddenly sprouted from her body, pricking her body into a piece of flesh.

"what!"

With a scream, Yang Zhao's entire face turned pale, his face was covered with beads of sweat, and his hands and feet began to struggle unconsciously.

"Hold on!"

Luan Chuanxiong used magic to cure Yang Zhao's erratic watch, while Feng was concentrating on making small cuts on Yang Zhao's body, sending the bugs to the wound, watching them crawl into her flesh little by little.

Both of them are good healers. They have seen many patients and will not slow down their actions because of the patient's screams.

At this time, Yang Zhao felt that someone was holding a flaming iron stick and pushing it in along the meridians little by little. The pain made her tremble all over, and then another sharp pain rose from her dantian, drowning Yang Zhao like a tide.

"Stay strong!"

A scolding broke into his mind, frightening Yang Zhao.

Why does time pass so slowly? In Yang Zhao's eyes, every minute and second is longer than a year.

(End of this chapter)