The world's number one female killer: waste confuses the world

And Ming Qianhe in front of him actually put down such a big talk with a piece of red prismatic object, which shows the depth of the mystery. book>

Under the instruction of Ming Qianhe, Qingkuang began to gather the inner energy of the whole body in the palm of his hand, and spread the substantial inner energy on the Bafang Ding.

Gradually, in front of the two of them, the bronze cauldron of feelings began to turn red and shiny, like iron tempered in a furnace.

And the prism-shaped thing in the cauldron also began to melt gradually, turning into a blood-like liquid.

"Bafang Ding, it is really a wonder in the world! It is worthy of being the relic of the Great Alchemist!" [

Ming Qianhe looked at the scene in Qingkuang's hands, and couldn't help nodding in admiration.Although he himself is not familiar with the art of refining, he still has a lot of knowledge about rare treasures and secret allusions in the world.

On the side, Qing Kuang closed his eyes and concentrated, and the continuous flow of internal energy into the Bafang Cauldron seemed to have gradually reached the most critical moment. In the refining cauldron, the boiling red liquid seemed to contain countless monsters, constantly changing and rolling.

On Qingkuang's forehead, fine beads of sweat also began to seep.The whole body seems to have merged with the thing in the cauldron, and they are inseparable.

"Crazy! Can you still hold on?"

When Ming Qianhe saw the trembling woman in front of him, his face began to turn pale.

Ming Qianhe couldn't help but have a lot of doubts in his heart. After all, Feng Qingkuang's foundation is still young, and he brought this evil stone... I don't know if she will be able to surrender!

After some intense and painful torment, Ming Qianhe finally saw that the red liquid in the refining cauldron began to emit scorching gas, and the purple-red breath began to sublimate continuously.

"it's time!"

Ming Qianhe thought inwardly, moved his palms away, and stared at the alchemy cauldron with all his strength gathered around him.

Slowly, the red gas sublimated from the prismatic evil stone was firmly held by Ming Qianhe's thick hands.

Like a fettered beast, after a fierce struggle, the mist in Ming Qianhe's hands finally calmed down.

Qingkuang slowly opened her eyes, and right in front of her, she saw dark red threads slowly extending from between the fingers of Ming Qianhe's closed palms, as if they were alive, emitting There was a low whimper.

This scene made Qingkuang a little shocked, and she quickly reacted, and immediately took off the stringed ink guqin from her back, and removed the original strings.Hold it with both hands.

And those strings transformed from the red mist in Ming Qianhe's hands, as if they had their own spirituality, quickly fell on the string ink, and they were like vine branches, taking root on the ground...

Within a few breaths, the eight strings had all fallen back into place.

On the pitch-black frame of the stringed-ink guqin, faint red light looms from time to time, bewitching for no reason.The wind blows, and the guqin makes a low hum.

"What a string!"

Qing Kuang lightly stroked the refreshed Xianmo, and couldn't help sighing softly.

Now put the guqin on his knees, put his ten fingers lightly on it, and carefully fiddle with it, the sound of the qin is clear and intense, like a sharp arrow, full of penetrating power. [

However, under the touch of a finger, it is ice-cold.When I put my hand down, I suddenly felt something strange between my fingers, and when I looked again, I don't know when, the palm of my hand has been cut by the strings, and there are bright red blood stains on it.

Ming Qianhe slowly withdrew his palm strength and said quietly: