The more the fairy suffers, the greater my cultivation will be

The door of a room was wide open, and the scene inside was exposed.

Qin Shou came to the corner of the corridor, and the door of a room was wide open, revealing the scene inside.

There was an ancient furnace burning with flames, and the flames were jumping and dancing as if they had spirits.

A child in a gray Taoist robe was waving a huge fan in his hand with great effort, and beads of sweat slid down his tender cheeks, but his eyes were full of concentration and seriousness.

And the strange smell of blood and the strong aroma of medicine drifted out from this room.

Qin Shou frowned slightly, thinking to himself, "It's actually an alchemy room?"

He looked at all this thoughtfully, secretly guessing that this must be the place where Taoist Wuwei made the alchemy.

It was only because Taoist Wuwei was the national teacher that he had such power to build such a special facility in the heavily guarded imperial palace.

Furthermore, Taoist Wuwei was a cultivator, so he naturally had the ability to supply the spiritual stones needed for the continuous operation of the formation.

However, what kind of elixir was being refined that would emit such a strong and pungent bloody smell?

Even if it was the elixir that increased cultivation, it should not use bloody things like monster blood!

Could it be... that kind of magic elixir?

Some records about the refining techniques of magic elixir suddenly popped up in Qin Shou's mind.

It is said that demons like to use blood when making alchemy, because the skills they practice are very compatible with their bloodthirsty characteristics.

The magic pills they refined were extremely overbearing, and their effects were several times more than those of ordinary pills, but the side effects were also great.

But the Taoist Wuwei was clearly practicing the righteous way of cultivation, and there was no evil spirit lingering on his body.

This really made it difficult for Qin Shou to sort out the doorway.

Since he couldn't figure it out, he might as well go over and take a closer look.

Go and see what the Taoist Wuwei was doing.

If he really colluded with the devil, Qin Shou would be very interested in killing demons and eliminating demons!

This is a great merit that was delivered to his hands!

In the future, when he crosses the thunder tribulation, if the merit is quite rich, it can reduce the risk brought by the thunder tribulation.

This is why the righteous cultivators are always so obsessed with hunting down the devil.

Not only can they accumulate merit, but they can also kill people and seize treasures, and there is no psychological burden at all!

Just as Qin Shou was about to go and find out what was going on, a loud noise suddenly came from the room next to him.

"If you dare, unseal me. I will kill you and make you cry for your parents!"

"Mother Gan Lin..."

A series of unbearable shouts and curses came one after another.

Qin Shou heard the voice and felt vaguely familiar, like - the monk who drove the spiritual boat taxi! Wei Yan!

With a "creak", the door slowly opened. Qin Shou hurriedly put an invisibility talisman on himself and quietly hid behind a thick pillar, intending to see everything clearly.

A burly man with a big and strong figure, a shiny bald head, a black armor mask on his face, and a Taoist robe came out carrying a shirtless man with bound hands and feet like a chick.

Qin Shou looked at the shirtless man carefully, and it was Wei Yan, who was tall and thin, with a gentle face.

Qin Shou remembered clearly that he and Wei Yan had parted in Lingxiao Market, and before leaving, Wei Yan gave him a Lingxiao Market token!

But how did he come to this palace?

After thinking for a moment, Qin Shou did not intend to take action, but decided to see what this man was going to do with Wei Yan.

At this moment.

Wei Yan's shouting and cursing were very loud, but the black-faced strong man seemed to be deaf, and he did not care how Wei Yan provoked him, and was unmoved.

He steadily carried Wei Yan to the door of the alchemy room.

The boy who was fanning the fan heard the noise behind him and stopped what he was doing. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead and turned to Wei Yan with a kind smile on his face: "My fellow Taoist, please take a break. Now that you have entered our place, it will be useless even if you shout your throat out!"