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Wu Hao sat there on his knees, completely stupefied.

--What is she saying?

At the top of his head, Zu Long also murmured when he heard this.

"Why did you say that?" Zulong said, still without any fluctuations.

With the cultivation base of building a foundation, refining the elixir with one's own essence and blood, no matter whether it succeeds or fails, it will definitely die.

When speaking, there was an indescribable brilliance in those long eyes. Under this kind of vision, people feel that their minds and minds have been pierced, and they can't hide any secrets.

"You just said that the purpose of absorbing souls to prolong life is to better protect China." Yuan Qingqing endured the pressure and said, "That is to say, as long as it is enough to extend itself, it will not kill more people indiscriminately, right?"

She tried her best to use a humble tone, but it was obvious that what Zu Long heard was just a child's play.

"You want to sacrifice yourself to save the lives of ordinary people?"

Yuan Qingqing bit her lip and nodded.

"How do you think you are qualified?" Zu Long's voice remained unchanged.

These words are still without emotion, but there is absolute disdain in the words.

——How can the life of one person be worth the sum of the souls of thousands of people?

The huge pressure came again, Yuan Qingqing couldn't help but hang his head. That sentence seemed to have a substantial weight, and she was almost crushed by this weight.

Do you want to be the so-called savior just by sacrificing yourself?

Why do you think you can save these people?

Why do you think that your life can be so valuable?

Why are you so arrogant?

She bit her lips tightly, and the tip of her teeth pierced deeply into the flesh, as if accumulating strength in silence—the power to speak in front of Zulong.

"Because... I'm a genius."

not loud

But this time, Zu Long didn't reply.

He just looked down, watching the girl kneeling on the ground raised her face, facing the King of Myriad Scales from ancient times, and gave her reasons.

She is a genius.

Teacher Wei has personally admitted that she is the most talented immortal cultivator among this group of students, a true genius.

This is her confidence and capital.

The voice drifted away, and the bronze space sank into dead silence again, and the silence seemed to have been maintained for thousands of years.

"Arrogance."

Zu Long closed his eyes slightly, and his voice was low.

"However, since you are so confident, then I will give you a chance...you will die."

All the pressure suddenly disappeared, Yuan Qingqing leaned forward and completely regained her freedom.

She stretched her body, then slowly stood up, turned her head, and glanced at Wu Hao over there.

Wu Hao was also looking at her, but his body was still pressed to the ground. The eyes of the two intersected for a moment in the air, the former looked dull, and the latter had a complicated expression.

——This time, if she failed to do so, the first person to be implicated would be Wu Hao next to her.

Yuan Qingqing was silent for a moment, then, she suddenly narrowed her eyes and smiled softly.

"Trust me." She said to Wu Hao with her lips, "This time, a miracle will happen."

After she finished saying this, she didn't look at the latter's changing expression, but took out a few spells and pasted them on the ground, and based on this, drew a fire-attribute spirit-gathering array, just like a fire pile under a pill furnace.

She pressed down and sat cross-legged in the center of the magic circle, rubbing her cold fingers, forcing down the uncontrollable fear in her heart.

According to what Huan Nian'an said, that prescription will consume lifespan - this kind of price, as long as it is an individual, it is impossible not to be afraid.

But now she can't be afraid. If you miss because of fear, then you really lose the whole game.

Don't be afraid.

Don't be afraid of things that have already been decided.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and circulated her spiritual power, urging the formation under her seat, then slowly raised her hand and placed it on her heart.

——Using the essence and blood of the five internal organs as the guide, the fire of the heart as the flame, and the flesh and blood as the furnace, this is the basis of refining.

She recalled the contents of the Dan Fang, breathed out and mobilized the spiritual power of her whole body, and directed it all to her heart veins.

In the human body, the liver belongs to wood, the spleen belongs to earth, the lungs belong to metal, the kidneys belong to water, and the heart belongs to fire.

The basic idea of ​​this elixir formula is to stimulate and use the internal fire hidden in the heart vessels of the human body to directly refine it.

When she first saw this pill recipe, she couldn't help being surprised, what kind of method is this? Such a violent attack on one's own heart is almost a self-defeating practice. Is this also a technique of alchemy?

And now, she is personally experimenting with the content of this recipe.

Spiritual power poured into the main vein violently, arousing the heart to beat violently, and the pounding sound resounded through Knowledge like the beating of a drum.

As a result, the blood flow in the whole body is accelerated, bringing a burning sensation like a fire. This made her face flush, and her breathing became heavy, as if she was drowning.

Sure enough, it was exactly as I thought before: the pressure on my heart was strong, and the burden it brought was unimaginable.

The loaded heart was beating in a warning manner, and there were bursts of dizziness as dense as rain, and at the same time, there was a dull pain in the atrium like a heavy blow.

But at the same time, she also felt the scorching heat from the blood rubbing against the meridian, like a faint flame igniting in her chest.

If Hua Nian'an was here, he would definitely be surprised: Although the refining method itself is not difficult, the difficulty is to find the way to apply the inner fire. However, after only trying it for the first time, she unexpectedly found the key to the operation of this spiritual power.

But this is actually not surprising. She was the first person to find aura, and she is the same now. This kind of perception and manipulation is truly worthy of the name of a genius.

Yuan Qingqing took a deep breath, circulated her spiritual power to bring all the scorching heat to one point, condensed it into a real "inner fire", and then slowly moved it out of the ventricle, as if holding up a bunch of newly lit torches to burn in the main channel. Slowly move away.

This undoubtedly puts the meridians on fire. As expected, this movement brought about a real burning pain.

It was as if countless small blade fragments were suddenly inserted into the chest, and these fragments were finely cutting the meridians of flesh and blood, and the entire chest was slowly cracked because of this, like mud bricks shrunk and cracked by the flames.

The moment her anger was aroused, her body began to tremble, sweat dripped from her cheeks, blue veins burst out on her forehead, and even breathing became a little difficult, almost unable to support her body.

But it was precisely because of this feeling that she immediately understood the essence of this so-called "alchemy".

This is like the modern method of distillation, where the water-filled flask is placed over a flame and baked until the excess water is evaporated, leaving the bottom of the essence.

Now, she herself is the flask; and the essence she wants to leave behind is the vitality refined to the extreme.

"If you have the intention to save all living beings, I will entrust this to you. As for how to use it, I have already said what should be said. The rest is up to you to explore."

"To save the most and most important people."

In the bewilderment, Hua Nian'an's warning at that time seemed to resound in her mind again, and because of this, she suddenly realized the essence of this prescription.

The method developed by the Baili couple is used by evil ways. As the founders, they naturally can't fail to see how those sorcerers work.

Their refining method was changed by heretics into a sorcery of refining life, and this sorcery was discovered by them, and was recycled and improved again: only in their hands, the object of this refining was not directed at others, but themselves.

Refining others for one's own purpose is an evil way; but if one uses the same method to refine oneself, is this still called a sorcery?

Yuan Qingqing couldn't think clearly about this question either.

At this moment, she just felt very lucky and grateful.

Fortunately, Hua Nian'an really taught her this method. Otherwise, now she can only watch people die without being able to do anything - this time thousands of people are involved, even familiar classmates are among them.

And now, because of this power, she has the ability to save the situation.

This is her "Tao".

What she learned in school made her realize her own "Tao".

If she hadn't learned this method, she would have regretted it until the last moment—Huan Nian'an must have seen this, so she gave this method to her, right?

I really should thank that teacher face to face.

In her gradually blurred consciousness, she believed so firmly and was proud of it.

But she thought so, but she didn't know how terrifying the current scene was in the eyes of bystanders.

With her urging, the spirit gathering array under her seat also lit up, and the subtle fire spiritual power was pulled away from the surroundings to surround her, creating the most suitable fire spiritual environment, like a holy spirit dancing in the flames. Female.

In silence, Wu Hao opened his eyes wide, staring at the scene in front of him.

Before this flame, he suddenly thought of a kind of national festival that he had read in the book.

It was a ceremony to worship the God of Spring. During the ceremony, countless spectators sat under the stage and watched a girl who was chosen as a sacrifice dance until she died. At the end of the dance, her feet were covered with blood, her tendons were broken, and the village ushered in another beautiful spring amidst such dripping.

Now, before his eyes, the sacrifice began. The girl is the dancing victim, only he is the only audience.

It is a dance that leads to death, a dance that cannot be stopped, a dance that brings new life.

The light red mist began to evaporate from her body, it was like a blood mist, but it appeared here without a trace of evil, instead exuding extreme purity and vitality.

——This is her refining product, the purest and purest vitality condensed to the extreme. Only this kind of crystallization can become the medicine guide of the fairy medicine, so as to truly bring the dead back to life.

The essence of the so-called elixir of bringing the dead back to life is nothing more than collecting and refining the essence of heaven and earth rich in vitality—heavenly materials and earthly treasures can be encountered but not sought after, but vitality is everywhere.

The blood mist stripped from Yuan Qingqing's body, and at the same time stripped the blood from her face. Obviously she was in the middle of the flames, but she unconsciously curled up slowly, like a kitten that was freezing in the cold weather, trembling slightly.

The same chill also appeared on Wu Hao. He opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't even make a sound, let alone move half a step. He was forced to sit in the auditorium, watching this unstoppable performance.

At the moment when the blood mist rose, the pair of longan eyes on the top of the head seemed to tremble slightly in an instant. He stared at the girl shrouded in blood mist, seemed to ponder for a moment, then slowly raised his head and opened the huge dragon's mouth.

As Zulong opened his mouth, he saw the rising blood mist going towards him like a thin thread being pulled, being swallowed into his body in bursts.

The moment the blood mist entered the body, there seemed to be a subtle light flashing in the eyes of the dragons, and even the dragon body coiled above seemed to glow with a new gleam, as if it had been polished by something.

This is the purest breath of life, and in a sense it can be regarded as a natural treasure. If it is true as Yuan Qingqing said, the effect achieved by the cultivator's self-cultivation is many times better than directly absorbing the soul and heart energy.

Unfortunately...

Zulong's giant eyes drooped, quietly watching Yuan Qingqing below: her face was as white as paper at this time, and her whole body was visibly weakened by the naked eye, like a flower being drained of water.

She is now a high-level foundation-builder, and her cultivation is enough to disdain the whole school. But for Zulong, the power she can provide is far from enough.

In any case, she is not the alchemy god Hua Nian'an after all. In terms of the use of this secret technique, both the quantity and quality of refining are far behind. Not to mention, as a foundation, even if she proposed all the vitality, it would be a drop in the bucket for Zulong. At most, it could only be worth the sacrifice of a few people.

Did she think of this the moment before she used it?

At that moment, the King of Myriad Scales who witnessed the transformation of the world seemed to be slightly touched, just like when people see the ants and insects struggling to survive in the fire, they will stop and sigh for a moment.

But that's all. As the existence of the upper class, he will not show any unnecessary mercy because of this.

Zulong closed his eyes slightly, feeling the weak but tenacious vitality circulating in his body, like a wild flower blooming on the barren soil, although insignificant, it revived the whole soil.

Indescribable power began to emanate from him, and the luster of the night star pattern above his head seemed to be dimmed instantly, but the golden mountains and silver seas below were shaking. The entire space seems to be undergoing a miniature rebirth of heaven and earth, with stars shifting overhead and tsunamis whistling underground.

The shock was so violent that it overflowed the bronze space, like waves of invisible waves sweeping across the underground mausoleum outside.

In the inner hall, the letters on the shelf collided with each other and almost fell to the ground. Su Yuzhu screamed, and Jiang Ling and Han Jiangchen in front of them stood up suddenly, looking as if they were stepping on fire.

Just as they got up, their vision sank into darkness.

To be precise, the light sources gathered here suddenly went out—accompanied by the dragon's roar, it was like a gust of wind blowing past the candles on the table, and the defensive barriers that originally covered the entire inner hall... . Completely dissipated!

They hide in this inner hall, relying on the enchantment that comes with the outer layer, if this thing disappears...

The moment this idea flashed into his mind, a loud noise was heard in his ears.

At the same time as the barrier disappeared, the closed palace door shook and was slammed open!