"Master, the space formation should be used here. Xiao Jiu regained some of his memories and explained.

"Well, let's go to the other two rooms first. ”

Walking into the room on the left, it looks like it should be an alchemy room from the furnishings and arrangement.

"Is the senior an alchemist?"

"Uh...... I don't remember. After the phoenix is nirvana, the contract with the original owner will be terminated, and the relevant memories will disappear. Xiao Jiu said this, and his mood was a little low.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Jiu. "Feng Qianyan forgot about this stubble, and accidentally made Xiao Jiu sad.

Xiao Jiu shook his head and did not speak.

This room is much smaller than the one that houses the books, but it should also use the space formation, and it is divided into two rooms, inside and outside. On the left and right sides of the outer room, there are long wooden frames more than one person high. There are jade boxes of various sizes on the wooden shelves, and there are hundreds of large and small ones.

In the corner by the window was a small wooden shelf, on which were placed a dozen small jade bottles. There are small notes on the jade bottle and jade box.

Xiao Jiu said that the jade box was an elixir, and the jade bottle was an elixir, and the small note should be the name, and it couldn't remember more specifically for the time being.

Pushing open the small door on the opposite side and entering the inner room, there is a closed room, and the roof is inlaid with a fist-sized night pearl, which is cool and bright. There was nothing in the whole room except for a large black jar standing in the middle.

"What is this?" Feng Qianyan took a closer look at the black jar. It is about half a person tall, one person thick, and has a jet-black body. The top of the jar has a lid slightly larger than the mouth of the bowl, on which is carved a dragon head. There are three legs underneath, which looks like a tripod.

"It looks like it should be an alchemy room here, is this an alchemy furnace?" Xiao Jiu flew around the black jar twice.

"Alchemy Furnace?"

"Well, it looks like it, but Xiao Jiu doesn't have this thing in his memory. Master, try to recognize the Lord by dripping blood!" Xiao Jiu was also a little unsure.

Feng Tianyan took out the small wooden box from his arms, took out a gold needle, and pricked his finger.

A bright red bead of blood dripped onto the black jar, and Feng Qiyan and Xiao Jiu stared intently. For a long time, there was no response.

"What's going on?" Feng Qianyan looked at Xiao Jiu suspiciously.

"Master, maybe there is too little blood, you can try another drop. ”

"Okay. ”

Feng Tianyan stretched out his finger and approached the black jar. Who knew that I used too much force and accidentally stuck my fingers on the black jar.

"Shhh

Feng Qianyan felt the blood flowing, and the black jar was sucking her blood!

"Xiao Jiu - what's going on!"

"Master!" Xiao Jiu was also anxious, flapping the black jar with his wings.

Just when Wind Tilt thought he would be drained of blood and die, he heard a belching sound of "uh-" and his fingers were released.

Feelings: Is this uncle full of blood and drink?

Feng Tianyan's face turned pale, and she sat on the ground, and Xiao Jiu hurriedly blocked in front of her.

"What's the matter with you guy?!" Xiao Jiu yelled angrily.

Before the words fell, I saw the golden light shining around the black jar, a golden four-clawed golden dragon entrenched in the body of the jar, and the eyes of the dragon head on the lid were blazing.

"Huh-" A dragon groaned, and it roared for nine days.

Feng Qianyan only felt a tingling pain in his head, and couldn't help but hold his head with both hands.

"Master, it's in your sea of consciousness, suppress it with your spiritual power! This guy is an artifact, if you can't subdue it, it will be backfired!" Xiao Jiu's anxious voice sounded.

Hearing this, Feng Qiyan mobilized all his mental power and headed towards the source of the pain.

In front of me is a dark blue "ocean", in which a small golden dragon is swimming over the river and the sea. It seems that this "ocean" should be his own sea of knowledge, and the pain is caused by this little golden dragon.

The wind poured into the face and concentrated his mental power, mobilizing the sea water to become a water rope, firmly binding the little golden dragon.

The little golden dragon struggled and was unwilling to be trapped. As soon as it struggles, the spiritual power of the wind and face increases by one point, and they do not give in to each other.