The medicine gas rushes to the sky

Ye Youran really flinched back.

After all, ye Youran really lacks courage to be the enemy of heaven.

However, according to the drug slave, those who practice golden prescriptions are people of great luck.

But people in this vein seem to have a magic spell.

They will greatly overdraw their Qi, especially in the early stage of cultivation, and the progress of cultivation will be very fast.

To exaggerate, you can find a genius treasure when you go out.

However, it is difficult to get to the back.

There are few who can really practice to overcome the robbery and master the power of heaven.

Therefore, almost all those who practice golden prescriptions have a bad end.

Ye Youran is the only one who has mastered the power of heaven before he has survived the robbery and achieved the realm of immortals.

Maybe ye Youran can break this spell.

Now that the drug slaves are talking about this.

Can ye Youran shrink back? Do you have a choice?

If you are the enemy of heaven, you will die.

If you don't fight against heaven, you will die if you invest in bad luck.

Perhaps now the resurrection medicine King Sun Simiao, ye Youran can avoid the disaster of death.

Therefore, ye leisurely clenched his teeth and stared at his heart's fear of the way of heaven.

It continues to increase the output of the power of heaven.

Use the power of heaven against heaven.

The human figure condensed from incense ash and river mud gradually became clear.

The outline of his facial features appeared on his face.

I just don't know why, it's still a slightly blurred clay figurine.

Ye Youran always has a feeling of deja vu.

It's like I've seen it somewhere.

However, the outline is still a little vague. Even with Ye leisurely's memory, I can't remember where I've seen it.

And over time.

As the fingerprints of drug slaves continue to play.

After the clay figurine's facial features become clearer and clearer.

Ye Youran suddenly remembered where he had seen the clay figurine.

This clay figurine as like as two peas.

Whether it's the size of the body or the facial features.

They are almost the same as drug slaves.

"I don't know what the medicine King Sun Simiao looks like. I can only find my appearance to make it."

Seems to see ye Youran's doubts.

The drug slave explained as he continued to print his fingerprints.

Ye leisurely relieved, also right! You know yourself the best.

It is understandable to build this clay figurine with its own prototype.

Ye Youran had no more doubts, and the robbery clouds in the sky became more and more terrible.

Ye Youran had to continue to increase the output of the power of heaven.

At the same time, it also gives full play to its spiritual strength.

Observing the changes of the clay figurine, I have deeply remembered all the fingerprints of the drug slave.

Although ye Youran can't understand the power of these fingerprints.

But these profound fingerprints slowly come to realize.

Perhaps it is also of great benefit to ye Youran.

Anyway, many skills don't pressure the body, and ye Youran's mental strength is strong enough to completely remember all the fingerprints in his mind.

Half an hour later, when ye Youran was about to run out and the clay figurine had more and more human charm.

The robbery clouds in the sky seemed angry.

A loud bang.

The robbery clouds in the sky came down mercilessly.

Although not directly split on ye Youran.

But he cleaved at Ye leisurely's side.

It's like a warning.

The sudden loud noise and the terrible power of heaven bombed down.

Ye Youran suddenly turned white.

A mouthful of blood spewed out, and ye Youran was seriously injured.

This heavenly way seems to crush everything.

Although there was no direct bombardment on ye Youran.

But it's not what ye leisurely can bear now.

If it is a real bombardment on ye Youran, ye Youran is afraid that it will disappear in an instant.

"Sacrifice!"

At the next moment, the drug slave finally made a handprint.

Suddenly, the color of the clay figurine finally changed.

Become the color of a real person.

It looks like real flesh and blood.

If it weren't for his closed eyes and no breathing and heartbeat.

Ye Youran doubts whether he is a real living man.

At this time, the drug slave finally smiled.

"Ha ha, ha ha, for more than a thousand years, for more than a thousand years, I can finally be resurrected."

The soul state of drug slaves has become very thin.

But he was still laughing with impunity.

Even laugh a little evil.

At this time, ye Youran, who was seriously injured, heard the words of the drug slave.

But he was stunned.

What's going on? Isn't it to revive the medicine King Sun Simiao?

How is it a resurrection drug slave?

"Ye Youran, I really want to thank you for bringing me back to life!"

The drug slave put away his laughter, but now he seemed to be a different person.

The smiles on his face turned ferocious:

"You should feel honored to resurrect me. It's the service you have cultivated for several generations!"

Looking at the drug slave at the moment, ye Youran suddenly felt in his heart.

A bad feeling arises spontaneously.

Because although the drug slave said to thank ye Youran.

But ye Youran could keenly see the killing in his eyes.

"So you are not resurrecting Sun Simiao, the king of medicine, but stealing heaven and earth to resurrect yourself."

Ye Youran knew that even if he was stupid, he was cheated and calculated by the drug slave.

"No, you are wrong. I am not only the resurrection medicine King Sun Simiao, but also myself."

The drug slave sneered.

He knew that ye Youran consumed a lot and was seriously injured.

He said without fear.

"You... Are you Sun Simiao, the king of medicine?"

Ye Youran suddenly recovered.

No wonder the clay as like as two peas.

He turned out to be Sun Simiao, the king of medicine in those days.

"Yes, I'm Sun Simiao, the king of medicine. When I failed to survive the robbery and rebuilt, I've been looking for someone who can revive me. It's a pity that no one can revive me over the years."

The drug slave, or Sun Simiao, sneered:

"As a thank you, if you cooperate, I'll try to make you die happier."

Sun Simiao stared at ye Youran unkindly.

It's like a poisonous snake staring at its prey.

"Why kill me? I've raised you. Also, by your means, if you want to rise, you don't need to take so much trouble? It shouldn't be difficult to find a body to give up."

Ye Youran looked at Sun Simiao, the king of medicine.

In fact, whether it's drug slave or drug king Sun Simiao.

Ye Youran wholeheartedly helped him revive.

Ye Youran wondered why he wanted to kill himself.

What makes ye Youran wonder more is.

Obviously, he is still alive. Why must he wait for a thousand years and refuse to rise again.

Even ye Youran can revive Ye Leng, not to mention the medicine King Sun Simiao himself.

"Do you know why I failed?"

Sun Simiao, the king of medicine, sighed and said:

"As you said, if I really want to resurrect, it's too easy, but I don't just want to resurrect, I also want to be the supreme immortal."