The Ninth Rebirth Demon King

Deep into the night, a cool breeze blew in the porcine bovine forest.

"Boom …" Boom … "Boom …"

Feng Ting punched again and again, causing the surrounding trees to shake, and leaves to fall.

His clothes were drenched in sweat and he looked slightly tired.

"Phew …" "Absorb."

Finally, he protected the Fist Force, took a deep breath, and flew up the tree as he laid on top of it.

After resting for a while, his clothes and clothes were permeated with spirit energy and washed. After his entire being became refreshed, Feng Ting then set up the medicine cauldron.

Afterwards, he took out ten Herba Pruni s, ten Silver Vein Flowers, ten pieces of money, ten pieces of Marrow Opening Paste, ten pieces of Wing Increasing Horn, and crushed these five spirit medicines with spirit energy before throwing them into the cauldron.

Then, he closed his eyes and stealthily circulated the spirit energy in his body. He sent the gentle flame in his dantian along his meridians to his palm.

This was his greatest success since his ninth reincarnation.

Now, he wanted to use this gentle flame to refine Qing Xue Dan.

The flame was sent into the cauldron and instantly wrapped around the medicinal herb that had turned into powder.

The bits and pieces of medicinal powder were not burnt to ashes by the flames. Instead, they seemed like tiny, fragmented fireworks that danced within the flames. It was truly beautiful.

Feng Ting's face revealed a gratified smile.

After that, he took out another fifteen pieces of digoxin, a piece of Scarlet Spirit Beast bone, and three pieces of Blood Sea Fish scales and tossed them into the flames.

The crimson red flame gently held the medicinal plant within, causing it to shine with a resplendent brilliance.

Seeing that everything was going as he wished, Feng Ting laid on the tree trunk peacefully, with his eyes closed.

The night was tranquil, and only the flame within the medicinal cauldron was like a fairy in the night, pulsating slightly. It was immortal, immortal, immortal.

Unknowingly, the sun had risen.

Feng Ting looked at the gentle Scarlet Flame within the medicinal cauldron and the six Spirit Pill that were faintly moving within the scarlet flames.

He succeeded!

Not only did he refine one Qing Xue Dan, he also refined five nurturing spirit pill for his senior brothers.

This extraordinary skill was something that only he, a former pill refiner, could do.

The outermost fire stink was so magical, it was time to give it a name, and it would be called — pill flame.

If he could peel off the stink fire layer by layer and tame it, he could achieve the ultimate goal of controlling the stink fire.

Actually, he had once tried this method during the eighth life.

It was just that at that time, he was still a Spirit Cultivator. Under the warmth of the Spiritual Strength, the peeled off stink flames eventually became one with the many flames, becoming an uncontrollable fire of violence.

Right now, he did not cultivate Spiritual Strength s, but only spirit energy.

The initial success made Feng Ting extremely excited. He happily ate this Qing Xue Dan first.

This was because the Qing Xue Dan's medical power was incomparably domineering. He did not let the medicinal power immediately spread, but allowed it to withstand the warmth of the spirit energy within its body.

Then, he left the forest with the five nurturing spirit pill.

The sunlight passed through the branches and leaves, passing by Feng Ting's body, causing him to flicker between light and darkness, giving him a gorgeous look.

was placing breakfast on a table as he walked into the small courtyard.

Ding Chundong looked at Feng Ting and felt that Junior Brother seemed to be especially happy today.

He couldn't help but be moved.

Could it be that Junior Brother had thought it through and was going back to Beiwu Hall?

Feng Ting sat down and started eating.

Ding Chundong also sat down, picked up the chopsticks, and looked at Feng Ting: "Junior Brother, after you return, help me ask for mercy. I also want to go back."

Feng Ting glanced at Ding Chundong, then laughed: "Who said I was going back?"

Ding Chundong said: "Junior Brother, you have shocked the heavens by defeating Qian Yao, Grimoire Pavilion should be the place for you to go."

Feng Ting laughed disdainfully: "What's so good about Grimoire Pavilion? It's just that I can eat a few more medicinal pellets, read a few more ancient books, and even be restricted by a few more. "

Ding Chundong laughed helplessly: "Junior Brother, Grimoire Pavilion has nurturing spirit pill. If not for Qian Yao eating the nurturing spirit pill, it would have been impossible for him to become a Spirit Cultivator in a short ten days."

"Do you want it?" Feng Ting casually asked.

"What do you want?" Ding Chundong didn't understand for a moment.

"Here you go."

Feng Ting casually took out a nurturing spirit pill and placed it on the table.