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Chapter 46 Blood Drops

The furnace and materials for alchemy are all directly taken from the Qiankun bag, and the fire used for alchemy is the furnace fire that comes with the furnace, but this kind of furnace with a fire also needs fuel to continue to operate ...

This kind of special stove forged by a cultivator naturally cannot use ordinary coal and wood as fuel. The fire will vary depending on the material. If it is ordinary, it will use aura as fuel. If it is advanced, all kinds of heaven and earth essence can be turned into Fuel, if it is a little more advanced, it can even use the spirits of high-level creatures as fuel.

But now-

An Qingyu looked around, the most indispensable thing here should be the frozen corpse...

Although it's a bit disgusting, but for a cultivator with cultivation base, especially after the Foundation Establishment period, her physical body is a very high-level spiritual weapon, and the flesh, skin and bones contain pure spiritual energy. Such materials... should be enough for her to practice a few bottles of pills medicine?
However, using the body of a cultivator as fuel, it seems that only some evil cultivators would do this, right?
An Qingyu touched her chest with a guilty conscience—Is she relatively innocent?

An Qingyu took out a pyramid-shaped bronze furnace tripod from the Qiankun bag. The surface of the furnace tripod was exquisitely carved, dark and heavy in color. Grooves, through these grooves, you can vaguely see the dim light spots of fire inside the furnace.

An Qingyu dragged a corpse and threw it in from the groove, the fire immediately leaped up as if alive, devouring the corpse!Sparks splashed in an instant!The raging flames wrapped the entire lower part of the triangular tower in a ring.

An Qingyu stayed for a while and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, there is no strange smell coming out... The body of the cultivator is really unusual, even if it is burnt...it seems that there will be no smell of burnt...

An Qingyu originally thought that she would smell something like burning corpses in a crematorium...

After the fuel problem was solved and the materials were abundant, An Qingyu began to make alchemy.

The process of alchemy is monotonous and boring, and it is accompanied by a certain percentage of failure rate.

The higher the material, the higher the elixir, the more complicated the refining process will be.Even if An Qingyu has a certain foundation in the art of medicine, when refining this kind of high-level elixir that can improve spiritual power and physical fitness, she still often fails.

However, this kind of opportunity is also very rare, right?
In the past, how could An Qingyu waste so many precious materials so recklessly?
Anyway, it is someone else's property, even if alchemy fails, there will be no feeling of distress at all.

An Qingyu worked non-stop for three days and three nights to refine all kinds of pills. Taking this opportunity, she practiced almost all the recipes recorded in the back of the medicine scriptures that lacked materials.

And the corpses inside and outside the maze were almost completely burned by her...

"These are all cultivation disciples from famous sects in the world, and even elders. If you do this, if people from their sects know about it, I'm afraid it won't be good."

When An Qingyu threw the last corpse into the furnace, Mu Zixiao finally opened his eyes slowly.

"Huh? Are you awake?... I thought you would sleep forever." An Qingyu let go of her hand, letting the corpse fall into the groove and be swallowed by the flames, and said as if nothing had happened.

"...I'm afraid that if I don't wake up again, you will probably throw me in too." Mu Zixiao replied lightly.

"It's not like..." An Qingyu laughed a few times, and began to refine the last pot of elixir.

"What kind of medicine is this furnace refining?" Mu Zixiao asked.

"Yuluo San can refine the veins in the body." An Qingyu skillfully threw in some ingredients, and said slowly, "But all the previous ones have been discarded. I don't know if this furnace will be successful."

Mu Zixiao raised his eyebrows, "Cultivators can temper their bodies through practice, why use this? Isn't it too tasteless?"

An Qingyu didn't take it seriously, "Isn't this just the right material? Besides, it's useless if I eat it, don't I still have you? It can't be wasted..."

"Could it be that during the period of my rest, you have been refining medicine? The realm has not improved at all?"

"..." An Qingyu was silent for a moment, before replying, "...it's not good to overwhelm the growth of the realm..."

Mu Zixiao didn't say any sarcasm this time, he even nodded and said slowly, "You're right."

An Qingyu really couldn't bear this kind of treatment, and felt very uncomfortable. At this moment, a trace of black smoke came out from the cauldron——

"Hey... I'm too busy talking, and this furnace's materials are useless again."

Mu Zixiao did not respond to An Qingyu's self-mockery. He looked deeply at the huge ice crystal not far away in the open space in the center of the hall, in which was the figure of the sealed monster...

An Qingyu collected some of the pills that had been successfully refined, and arranged them in different categories. Those that could be eaten by Mu Zixiao were placed by his side, and those that could be eaten by herself were placed in front of her.Then he sat on the ground, picked up the pills in a bored way, and ate them one by one...

When taking the pills, An Qingyu would also have a whim, she said to Mu Zixiao: "Do you know, there is a place where there is a workshop dedicated to refining medicine, and the pills in the workshop are colorful and beautiful. Yes, the medicinal effect is also very good, but the taste is not very good, so this workshop tried to find a way to wrap a layer of sugar coating on the outside of the pills, or use a material like glutinous rice paper to make capsules... Do you understand capsules? , it’s like a hollow box with potions inside… When you take it like this, you don’t have to worry about suffering anymore…”

Mu Zixiao withdrew his gaze, his expression was very obscure, he didn't know what he was thinking, facing An Qingyu's nagging, he just replied indifferently: "Really..."

An Qingyu laughed, and said, "Ha, I absolutely can't die here. If I die here with you, I'll be bored and go crazy as a ghost, right? Hahaha——"

Look, this desperate situation is already driving me crazy, right?Otherwise, why would I tell such a wooden man about the previous world?This is not a good sign!I want to cheer up!I must get out of here!Even if you die, you can't die in such an inexplicable ghost place!
Mu Zixiao replied with a serious face: "In fact, it's not bad to die here. This place was originally an underground palace, and those messy corpses have been burned by you. Don't you think that the two of us can own such a large underground palace?" Are you very lucky? In the past, how could you have such a gorgeous cemetery after you died? I’m afraid it’s just a handful of loess at most.”

An Qingyu felt that communicating with Mu Zixiao was a mistake in itself.But she made mistakes again and again, and kept making mistakes, that's all, there was no need to be angry for this kind of person...

I closed my eyes and swallowed the rest of the pills in one breath, my body became very dry and hot, and there was a feeling that I was familiar with before the advanced stage, faintly coming——

An Qingyu ignored Mu Zixiao, immediately crossed her knees and closed her eyes, concentrating on entering the cultivation state.

The Nine-Tails Heart Sutra is naturally issued, starting from the Dantian and circulating the Xiao Zhoutian throughout the body.

When An Qingyu felt that she had advanced and the heat gradually subsided, she didn't stop, she continued to practice the Heart Sutra and continued to practice.

She wants to build a foundation!

The foundation must be built!

Only by building a foundation can she continue to improve her mind!
Only when her mind is improved, can she touch the heavenly spells in that jade slip!

Her own cultivation is the shackles of the advancement of the mind, and the mind restricts the spells she can practice!

I have never been so urgent, I want to be strong.

Every time you advance, you are forced to be involuntarily by external factors.

Perhaps, this is the law of living in the world, the weak must either become stronger or die.

There will never be a third option.

After devouring all kinds of elixir in the Qiankun bag, and digesting countless natural and earthly treasures in the Qiankun bag, coupled with the persecution in An Qingyu's self-consciousness, An Qingyu didn't open her eyes to regain consciousness for a long time.

This state lasted for six days and seven nights, until she reached the ninth floor of the Qi refining period!An Qingyu finally opened her eyes...

It took six days and seven nights to rush to the ninth floor of the Qi refining period. This is a terrifying speed and a terrifying power!There are the effects of those precious pills, and there is also a kind of resistance in An Qingyu's subconscious.

——Want to be stronger!Want to be stronger!Still want to be stronger! ! !

But An Qingyu was not satisfied.

She didn't build a foundation, but she was exhausted...

The pills that can be used have all been digested, but they are still a little bit short...

If an athlete who has taken doping still fails to break the record he wants, what kind of helplessness will he feel?Bitter?Disappointed? ...desperate again...

"I'll rest for a while...try again." As An Qingyu spoke, beads of cold sweat slid down her face and fell to the ground, turning into a transparent ice crystal.

Anyone can see how weak and fragile An Qingyu is at this moment...

Mu Zixiao looked at An Qingyu, watched quietly for a while, and slowly pulled out a black string from his collar. A blood-red round bead was hung on the string. This bead was as red as blood coagulation. become general.

Mu Zixiao tore off the red bead and put it in An Qingyu's palm——

"After you've recovered, let's attack the Foundation Establishment."

As soon as this bead fell into An Qingyu's palm, An Qingyu immediately felt a strange force!

It was as if something very important was pouring into his body continuously!
"This is……"

"My amulet. I heard that I wore it when I was born." Mu Zixiao closed his eyes and didn't want to say any more. He didn't want An Qingyu to know that the reason why he was not afraid of evil spirits was because of this mysterious bead... …

Holding this small bead, An Qingyu felt a strange feeling in her heart, as if she never wanted to let go of her hand, as if this was a very important thing, even more important than her own life—why would there be such a thing? This feeling... An Qingyu couldn't figure it out, but she instinctively told herself that there must be a big mystery hidden in this bead!Maybe I can really hit the foundation building with this bead!
(End of this chapter)