Chapter 52: Start the furnace!

Chapter 52: Start the furnace!

Chapter 52: Start the furnace!
"People can be slightly bad, moderately bad, or extremely bad."

"There are Yin Dan, Yang Dan, and Yin Yang Dan."

"The Heavenly Poison Pill is divided into Heavenly Pill and Poison Pill. The Heavenly Pill is positive and not evil, so it belongs to Yang Pill. Therefore, if you start the furnace at noon, the pill will be ready in one day."

In the alchemy room, Chen Huangpi paced back and forth around the huge Nine Dragons Refining Heaven Furnace, holding the Seventy-two Secret Pills in his hands.

As he walked, he muttered the method of refining.

"Humans are yin, so when the Heavenly Pill is formed, put it into the furnace and burn it fiercely. Then the Poison Pill will also be formed. Once the furnace is opened, the cathode will produce yang, and the anode will produce yin, and together they will form the Heavenly Poison Pill!"

"I already know how to make the elixir!"

Chen Huangpi's eyes lit up as he looked at the brass oil lamp beside him.

The brass oil lamp was currently pressing down on a black flesh ball, and that flesh ball was doomed to death.

The black ball of flesh kept screaming.

"A good man has his life spared, a good man has his life spared."

"I have an eight-hundred-year-old mother and a thirteen-year-old concubine. If you let me go, I will definitely be very generous in the future..."

The words are not finished yet.

Chen Huangpi rushed forward and punched him, knocking him unconscious.

Then he said, "The recipe says that this person who has no chance of survival is the best at making excuses. Now I see that it is indeed true."

"That's right. Even I don't have a thirteen-year-old concubine, so why should it have one?"

The brass oil lamp sat cross-legged on the dead man who was breathing in less than he was breathing out, and punched him in the head again viciously.

Then he felt relieved and said to Chen Huangpi, "You have never refined an elixir before. There is only one of these people who can kill people. If you fail, you won't have a second chance!"

"Don't worry, my master can make pills!"

"Yes, the master knows how to do it, but he never taught you."

Chen Huangpi said proudly: "Although my master has never taught me, it doesn't mean that I haven't learned it."

Although I have never made elixirs before.

But every time Chen Huangpi was refined, he would secretly memorize his master's alchemy steps and techniques.

remember once.

The master asked him why.

Chen Huangpi sneered three times and said only one sentence: "I am not strong yet, if I grow strong, I will change."

With just seven words, Chen Huangpi learned a lot of alchemy techniques that day.

Therefore, he was confident that he could refine the Heavenly Poison Pill!
"Huang Er, watch out!"

Chen Huangpi confidently made a seal, gathered his energy at his fingertips, and attacked the Nine Dragons Refining Heaven Furnace.

next second.

Nine dragon roars were heard.

The nine golden dragons surrounding the alchemy furnace suddenly opened their eyes and slowly began to rotate.

The brass oil lamp widened his eyes: "No way, Chen Huangpi, you really can do it?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Fire!"

Chen Huangpi shouted loudly, and the lid of the alchemy furnace suddenly rose out of thin air.

Seeing this, the brass oil lamp no longer hesitated and opened its mouth to spit out a stream of real fire.

This was assigned to it previously.

Because the practice of Chen Huangpi is different from the ancient practice and the modern practice.

He does not have the true fire that the Jindan cultivators have.

"Here comes the medicine!"

Chen Huangpi shouted again.

Brass Oil Lamp was in a hurry and quickly threw the herbs that had been prepared long ago into the alchemy furnace.

The flames in the alchemy furnace surged violently.

But when the herbs went in, they not only did not turn into ashes, but were refined into drops of liquid instead.

Nine dragon heads opened their mouths wide.

The medicinal liquid then gathers into a ball in its mouth.

Seeing this, Chen Huangpi couldn't help but say with satisfaction: "The only strange thing about this Sky Poison Pill is that it can kill all but one person. I have collected a lot of other medicinal materials when I patrolled the mountains over the years. I will refine these herbs first, and then the rest."

"Add some mercury."

"A little more."

"Why is there only so much lead left?"

Chen Huangpi slapped his head and said suddenly, "I remember that I added too much when I made medicine for Master last time. It's okay, I'll go get some more."

Except for joining the deadly group.

The previous steps only need to be followed in order, but the timing does not need to be so precise.

……

the other side.

In that guest room.

Song Qiuyue and other monks gathered together.

A monk stood at the door, seemingly observing what was happening outside.

"Miss, it seems that the old Taoist priest has really disappeared."

Ever since they were brought to the guest room by Chen Huangpi, Song Qiuyue and the others had not dared to go out, and they had not even dared to separate.

Even though there are differences between men and women.

But Song Qiuyue couldn't care less at this time.

The incense burning on the gods is disappearing inexplicably.

Now, at most, only 50% of what it was in its heyday remains.

Some even account for less than 10%.

"The witch came over with the remnants of the people. They were covered in mud, and each of them was carrying a scallion."

Hear this.

Song Qiuyue's face lit up with joy, and she quickly asked the monk to move aside and opened the door.

"Please stay, mother-in-law."

Song Qiuyue stood behind the door and called out to Granny Tang.

Granny Tang asked, "What is the matter, sir?"

Song Qiuyue said: "Mother-in-law helped me this morning, Qiuyue is grateful and wants to repay her."

This is truly heartfelt.

But what Song Qiuyue was thinking in her heart was that this blind old woman was a remnant of the Shiwan Mountains, with simple folk customs. She had spoken for her in the morning, so she must be ignorant. She only needed to coax her with a few words, and perhaps she could get some helpful information from her.

But who is Yubaba?

Although she only has the Golden Core cultivation level, she had been to the Shiwan Mountains when she was young.

And he was very insightful. He could tell what Song Qiuyue was thinking at a glance.

Granny Tang said indifferently, "You are joking, my dear. Half of my body is buried in the ground. I cannot afford your reward."

"I am from the Qinghe Song family!"

Song Qiuyue said seriously: "Mother-in-law, you and I are now trapped in this Taoist temple. We should work together and help each other."

"How do we help each other?"

Yubaba suddenly became curious.

Song Qiuyue pondered over her words and said, "That Chen Huangpi has a kind personality, but that old Taoist priest is extremely evil. It seems to be able to absorb the incense of the gods, but I see that the incense of the mountain god worshipped by my mother-in-law is becoming more and more prosperous. Why is that?"

The two groups of people live next door.

Song Qiuyue could naturally feel the difference of the mountain god enshrined next door.

Although its incense is not as strong as that of the gods that he brought with him.

But it keeps growing.

It may be because there are too few survivors, so no matter how much the incense burns, it always maintains an upper limit.

When Yubaba heard this, she suddenly laughed.

"You are a Yuanying Zhenjun, but you want to ask a blind old woman with Jindan cultivation the secret. Isn't this embarrassing for me?"

Having said that, Yubaba turned and left.

They signed an agreement with Chen Huangpi, although they are currently unable to repay it.

But he refused to sit idle and worked to pay off his debts.

He would repay as much as he could, so he naturally didn't want to waste time talking to Song Qiuyue and others.

Seeing this, Song Qiuyue hurriedly said, “Mother-in-law, mother-in-law!”

next second.

All the onion people carried by the remnants of the people started shouting.

"Bitch! I didn't even scream when I was about to die, but you screamed first, and your scream was so ugly. I really want to tear your mouth apart!"

"Hey, let me tell you something. Several people died in the room you're staying in a few days ago."

“Hehehe, are you scared?”

A few onions burst into laughter.

Song Qiuyue's face turned pale and she was filled with murderous intent!
But when the Onion People saw this, they were not afraid, but instead became provocative.

"This bitch is quite pretty. Let Chen Huangpi stew us in the same pot with her. We can have some meat to eat even after we die!"

Bang.

Song Qiuyue closed the door heavily.

Then he simply waved his hand, blocking out all the sounds outside the room.

But even so.

She could also imagine those onion guys must be laughing triumphantly.

"Damn it!"

"They all deserve to die!"

There was murderous intent in Song Qiuyue's eyes. That Yubaba must know something, but she just didn't tell her.

This person has already met his death.

Those onion people deserve to die even more!
How dare you humiliate me like this!
……

There are many evil things in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

No one knows exactly how many there are.

Because the Shi Thousand Mountains are so big, so big that the nearby countries combined are not as big as the Shi Thousand Mountains.

Someone once said that the number of evil spirits in the Ten Thousand Mountains may be greater than the population of a country.

Although this is a bit exaggerated.

But no one dared to prove whether it was true or not.

However, everyone knows that the number of remnants in the Ten Thousand Mountains is definitely not as large as the population of a city.

In fact, it may be only tens of thousands of people.

It sounds like tens of thousands of people are a lot, but if they are scattered across the mountains, you probably won't encounter even one even if you walk hundreds of miles.

But today is different.

For the first time, many people came to the Shiwanda Mountains.

A team of thousands of people lined up in a mighty procession.

Everyone's feet were suspended above the ground, as forty gods were using their divine power to carry them forward.

They set out yesterday.

To be precise, the journey began when Song Qiuyue arrived at Jingxian Temple and planned to use the place as a bridgehead for immigration.

A cultivator lazily said, "They say these Hundred Thousand Mountains are terrifying, but we haven't seen even a single evil creature along the way. I'm really disappointed."

"Shut up!"

An elderly monk said coldly: "It is daytime now, so we can go around the city in a flashy way. But if it is night, we may die without knowing how."

The monk was shocked and said immediately, "I know it's daytime, so I dare to complain. If it were night, I would definitely sew my mouth shut."

"It better be so!"

The older monk frowned and said, "According to the time, we can reach the Taoist temple early tomorrow morning, but for some reason, I always have a bad feeling in my heart."

"Did you say anything?"

"No."

The older monk shook his head and said helplessly: "Maybe Miss Qiuyue urged me too much, and I was just a little impatient."

Every quarter of an hour.

They will receive urging from Song Qiuyue.

It is daytime now, and it is not difficult to convey messages in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Even the loyal servant of Xuzhou Mu in Xuzhou City informed them that there were fifty gods following behind.

Those fifty gods did not seem to be escorting immigrants, so the time difference between their arrival and the next would not be too long.

Although the older monks couldn't figure it out, they knew that even for the purpose of sheltering immigrants, one hundred gods would be more than enough, or even fifty would be enough.

There are one hundred and fifty statues in total.

How terrifying must these hundred thousand mountains be at night to be able to withstand such a scene?
at this time.

The older monk suddenly saw white mist rising around him and couldn't help but frown and said, "The fog at this time is really an eyesore."

After that, he said to one of them, "You, go and disperse the fog."

　I will update two chapters first. I originally wanted to post them at 9 o'clock, which is usually the time, but I was afraid that new readers would feel that I had stopped updating, so I will post them first.

　　This is Tuesday’s update. Starting from Wednesday, there will be a 10,000-word update.

　　
　
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