Ling Luo got off the bed, put on her shoes, and walked towards the huge bronze alchemy furnace.

Directly in front of the alchemy furnace, on a purple-gold futon, sat cross-legged an old man with a sense of immortality. In the palm of the old man, there were eight different colors of different fires floating.

Ling Luo's heart tightened.

Aren't these eight different fires the unique fires of the Xiling family that she learned from Xiling Yunqing?

The old man in front of him has a very high level of cultivation, his aura is restrained, and his sharpness is hidden so that people can't feel his depth.

If there is no accident, the person in front of him should be an elder-level figure from the Xiling family!

"Senior, may I ask where this is?"

Lord Xiling just ignored Ling Luo, but concentrated on pouring the energy of the eight different fires into the huge bronze cauldron for refining medicine.

Ling Luo pursed her lips, knowing that the old man was concocting medicine, so she kept silent, and stepped aside obediently so as not to disturb her.

About half an hour later, Lord Xiling sighed and slowly opened his eyes.

The eight different fires disappeared from his hands, and a black, crystal-like, jade-like cat's-eye-sized bead rolled out from the medicine outlet of the bronze cauldron.

"Hey, refining is not broken." Lord Xiling shook his head with a sad expression on his face, "It's a pity, it's a pity."

He had been looking forward to the black thorn essence for four years, but he couldn't use it for himself, but a little girl of unknown origin took the opportunity.

Lord Xiling was feeling melancholy for a long while, before he noticed the presence of Ling Luo at the corner, and his old face was suddenly ashamed.

He has cultivated for a hundred years in vain, and he actually hit the junior's attention in front of a junior.

"Miss Ling, return the property to its original owner."

Xuanyuan Jun was getting up, and handed over the black thorn essence pearl to Ling Luo.

"What is this?" Ling Luo took the bead in surprise, and just as he put it in the palm of his hand, the nightmare from last night suddenly flashed in his mind.

The battle between gods and demons, the blood-stained Shura purgatory field, the powerful dark god of destruction, and the black thorns and vines all over the mountains and plains.

"This is the spiritual root of the black thorn you cultivated, that is, the essence of the black thorn. If you make good use of it, you will benefit endlessly."

Looking at the kind-hearted old man in front of him, Ling Luo's lips curled into a slight smile, and said, "I don't know if senior is..."

"The old man, Xiling Junzheng, is the head of the Holy Pill Hall."

Ling Luo's body shook.

Damn, she unexpectedly met such a great person, the hall master of Shengdan Hall, the previous head of the Xiling family, who is also the biological father of the empress Xiling Yunqing.

"Hehe, little friend, don't panic." Xiling Junzheng said with a very modest attitude, "Since you can breed the ancient black thorn, after the entrance examination is over, come to my Holy Pill Hall."

Ling Luo's eyes suddenly widened.

This... It is a great honor to be personally invited by the head of the Holy Pill Hall.

Just when Ling Luo was about to agree, a slightly anxious voice came from the loud

It came from the door.

"Master, Ling Luo cannot enter my Holy Pill Hall!"

The person who came was Xiling Yunji who was in charge of the second test together with the fourth elder Xuanyuanyue, the younger brother of Queen Xiling, and the biological father of Xiling Peak.

"Why not?" Lord Xiling couldn't help frowning his eyebrows, "It would be a pity that such a talented freshman should not be accepted into the Holy Pill Hall."

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