Broken Night

Chapter Five Hundred and Seventy-Three ─ Feeding Pills with Blood

Questions arose in everyone's mind.

But Xu Yan answered them the next moment.

The knife rises, blood falls.

A sharp dagger with a level three slashed his left hand.

Blood gushed like a spring, but was controlled by Xu Yan and fell into the pill furnace.

bear bear...

The Kowloon Gathering Fire Ding was hot and prosperous for a while.

The next moment the lid of the furnace was opened, and more than 30 medicinal pills were sprayed out.

Xu Yan staggered, but he couldn't catch the sprayed medicinal pills. At this time, Hong Xiao waved his hand, and under the control of his tattoo force, more than 30 medicinal pills were condensed in the air. He looked at Xu Yan with a complicated expression on his face, and then whispered, "Get out the medicine pills."

The whole atmosphere seemed to be condensed, and even the air was quiet.

Ping Qing quickly stepped forward to support Xu Yan, and quickly gave Xu Yan the [Huoxue Dan] that replenished his blood energy.

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Everyone who took the medicine pill walked up to Xu Yan and bowed deeply.

Even if Xu Yan closed his eyes and ran Zhou Tian's rest, and his ears did not hear things outside the window, they did not stop doing this kind of courtesy.

Strictly speaking, half a strand of Xu Yan's blood flowed from their bodies.

And all the alchemists finally knew why Xu Yan never said a word.

Because of this pill, he can't do it without him, only he can practice it himself.

Because what the medicine pill needs is his blood essence. They were all puzzled as to why Xu Yan's blood had such a miraculous effect. Among them, only Ping Qing had heard about Xu Yan's fire in his heart that day, and only vaguely knew the answer.

But no matter what, these alchemists looked at Xu Yan with nothing but gratification and admiration.

This fearless spirit of saving people at the expense of their own blood is undoubtedly the heart of a doctor.

This kind of fearless spirit of sacrifice is the moral character that all healers must possess, and it is also the greatest spirit of sacrifice.

Whether they want to or not, even those who once thought Xu Yan was a disaster star must accept Xu Yan's love.

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As soon as the matter was over, the alchemist from Pingnan also said goodbye and returned to Pingnan City.

In one of the highest-level guest rooms of the Hong family, Xu Yan was lying on the bed. Even if he didn't want to, the Hong family still insisted on letting Xu Yan live here first and take care of himself. In fact, although this kind of blood loss was not a serious injury to Xu Yan, it was not too light.

What he lost was the essence and blood that he transported through the Heavenly Fire Heart Palace.

For cultivators with stronger bodies, every drop of blood is the essence. It is even said that when the six palaces have the same lifespan as the heaven and the earth and are immortal and immortal, a drop of blood is a life-saving elixir, and it is also the most essential part of the practitioner's body. consume.

And although Xu Yan didn't reach this point, after all, his body was really tyrannical, and he had reached the edge of the [boundary]. He was only one step away from breaking through and was comparable to the body of the Fourth Palace. At this moment, in order to refine these two potions of medicinal herbs, he really consumed a little too much essence.

But since his physical recovery is equally strong, he will be able to return to normal in a few days.

Sitting peacefully beside the bed at the moment, Xu Yan sniffed the scent of Danxiang and Daughter's incense, which made Xu Yan a little dazzled. Ping Qing was silent for a moment and whispered, "Brother Xu, I'm leaving."

Xu Yan nodded and laughed: "Okay, there will be a period in the future."

Pingqing shook his head, his head lowered, with a lovable look.

After a while, she slowly raised her head to look at Xu Yan, and whispered in a low voice, "If it was me who had the courage to be your boy, would you take me in?" Xu Yan was stunned, looking at Ping Qing's seemingly The soft, but firm, fiery gaze inside, he couldn't help but look away.

Unlike Mengshi's fiery fiery, Pingqing is soft but firm.

She looks weak on the outside, but she is firm on the inside.

Seeing Xu Yan looking away, Ping Qing still sighed in disappointment.

"No matter what, I will still wait for you."

"The journey of cultivation is long, and it is difficult to do it alone."

"If you have Brother Xu as your company, you will definitely not waste your life."

"Brother Xu, I will be waiting for you in Pingnan."

The fragrant wind is blowing, and it comes and goes quickly.

When Xu Yan turned around, the door of the guest room was already wide open.

The fragrance was like being pulled out by opening the door, and only a little bit of it remained in the room.

Xu Yan was a little dazed, feeling the fragrance and moistness that remained on his cheeks, and was silent.

It's the hardest thing to accept the grace of a beauty.

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The next day, the entire Huihong was clothed with linen and filial piety, and countless white cloths and white scarves filled the entire Huihong city.

Hong Xiao did not hide the news, on the contrary, he revealed everything about the Hui family and the Hong family back then.

"In this matter, a volume will be written, and it will be included in the volume that Huihong's children must read in the future, called [Huihong Volume]!"

"This **** incident tells us Huihong people that infighting is terrible."

This is what Hong Xiao announced to the outside world.

And those people also agreed with it, and they were no longer angry.

No matter how angry and resentful, the entire Hui family has been destroyed, and even the last Hui Zong committed suicide after setting such a terrifying trap, leaving them with no object of revenge.

As Hong Xiao said, this also makes all Huihong people feel the horror of infighting. There is no shortage of fighting within Huihong, which is what Huihong is happy to see. After all, there is competition to make progress.

But back then, the Hui family wanted to make a great article on the basis of the lifeline of Huihong City, the [Blood-Proofing Pill], which touched the bottom line of the Hong family. Therefore, when the Hong family slaughtered the Hui family with blood, all the aristocratic families were secretly involved.

The Hui family's intention to subvert Huihong City may be wrong.

But there is also a fault in the aristocratic family that washed away the wisdom of the family and led to today's tragedy. Right or wrong, grievances and hatreds, for those who died because of this hatred, are meaningless. After all, they have died for these so-called grievances and so-called powers.

Once the coffin is covered, what do all the things in the world have to do with them?

Although this incident was a heavy blow to Huihong, it also made Huihong more united to a certain extent.

Like tempered steel, it becomes stronger.

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On this day, the atmosphere in the Hong family was very depressed.

In the huge Hongfu Dojo, a young man stood calmly in the center, even though his whole body was covered with black tendons, and his red skin was almost reddened by the flame. But his face was still calm, and the figure standing on the dojo was like a sun, which caught everyone's eyes.

He is Hong Zhengyang, and he is the only one who survived this blood spring incident among the more than ten geniuses in the Three Palaces.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't have to die.

The reason why he didn't die is just as he said - his strength is stronger.

The use of texture power mixed with the fire of life to burn to resist blood poison only made him live a little longer than others. But no one can doubt this meaning, and it is precisely because of him, the only poisoned but sober one, that he can bring inspiration to the doctors of Pingnan, and then expose a series of Huihong's secrets.

Strictly speaking, he was also one of the people who resolved the incident.

Standing in front of Hong Zhengyang is Hong Zhengchen.

At this moment, Hong Zhengchen is no longer as complicated as he used to look at Hong Zhengyang, and his face is full of reluctance. Before life and death, all jealousy and hatred are floating clouds. There are only pictures of two brothers climbing a mountain to practice and play together more than ten years ago.

Hong Zhengchen said in a deep voice, "Why don't you take the antidote? Maybe there is still a chance?"

Hong Zhengyang shook his head with a smile, and touched Hong Zhengchen's head as he did decades ago.

"I can't be saved, and I have to take his medicine, isn't it because of his love?"