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The one he had used on the way here had been pinned to his waist, and now it was finally going to come in handy, and his face became hideous, even if it was...... If you can't kill this dry corpse, you have to fight, and you have to fight it, how can you endure it if you are roasted by the fire of life.

But the dry corpse did not give Meng Fan this chance.

"Smack!"

A crisp voice sounded, and the dry corpse reached out and slapped Meng Fan on the back of the head, knocking him unconscious, and with a wave of his hand, he threw Meng Fan, who was about to fight hard, into the corpse refining furnace.

"This kid is too weak!"

The dry corpse glanced at the corpse refining furnace, and after making sure that Meng Fan was very honest inside, he took two steps back, made an unpleasant and inexplicable sound in his mouth, waved his arms, pointed at the corpse refining furnace, and circled around the corpse refining furnace.

"It hurts......"

I don't know if the dry corpse didn't use the force in place, or if it didn't hit the right place, it didn't take long for Meng Fan to wake up slowly.

"Rub!"

Realizing that he had been thrown away in the corpse refining furnace, Meng Fan was a little confused, a life and death crisis diffused in his heart, and the sound of his heartbeat caused endless fear.

"It's going to be roasted sweet potatoes!"

Meng Fan became anxious, touched his waist, the sickle was still there, his heart was a little settled, and he began to think about countermeasures, but no matter how he planned, he felt that he was not the opponent of the dry corpse.

"It's going to have to wait for a moment. ”

The reason why he has to wait, he can also wait, is because Meng Fan has just discovered a problem, even though the fire is blazing, but the miraculous thing is that the temperature of the corpse refining furnace is still very low at this moment, it is only warm, and the most bearable is nothing more than the heat that spreads from the top of the furnace, if you can add a lid to block it, this furnace is a good place, warm and comfortable, but it can't last, and it will become hot after all.

Meng Fan changed his weak appearance just now, like a cheetah, half-squatting in the incense burner, holding the sickle tightly in his hand, waiting for the best opportunity, when the time comes, he will jump out violently and fight with the dry corpse!

It is better to die standing than to live on your knees.

And the dry corpse slept for so long, and became almost like a skeleton, and it was clear that it was already dead, but it wanted to sacrifice the living, in vain to get ...... Phoenix.

"That I may live forever, and heaven and earth will be of the same root......

It's not what immortality is.

There must be a teacher and an apprentice, and it is not a good thing to think that Mrs. Zhang, so he made a fool of himself, helped him drive away the ghost, set a trap step by step, and led him here, and actually gave him a dry corpse.

He also said that he could get enlightenment by coming here, and even if he didn't create it, he wouldn't be able to die.

It turns out that it has a lot of meaning!

But he had a hard journey all the way, so he sent it to the door.

How stupid!

Meng Fan concentrated, pricked up his ears, and listened to the movement outside, the dried corpse was walking around the incense burner, as if he was making some preparations.

And the fire on the ground doesn't seem to be too terrible, it's been a while, the incense burner is still warm, there is no sign of high temperature at all, Meng Fan feels comfortable all over, and even his spirit is calm, but there is still anxiety in his heart.

"Just now this dry corpse said that it needs a body, is it trying to occupy my body through some method?"

"For the purpose of maintaining immortality?"

Thinking about it like this, a cool breath surged from the bottom of my heart, I don't know how many years this dry corpse has lived, could it be that every time I die, I have to find a young body, occupy the magpie's nest, and then continue to live greedily?

Not...... Could it be...... Snatching?

In Taoist theory, the body is just the shell of the spirit, the living evidence of the dwelling, as long as the soul does not die, or the divine consciousness continues after death, then there is a chance to win a new body and re-emerge.

It is common for someone to be resurrected after death, and the personality and memory are completely transformed into another deceased person, and eighty percent of them are taken away. It's almost what folk often say about borrowing the corpse to return the soul.

"If that's the case, he wouldn't have burned my body, but why did he put me in the furnace?"

"The temperature in this incense burner is so pleasant, could it be that it is not refining to death, but trying to ...... my body"

"Make it better?"

A better body, after taking away, of course, it is more comfortable to use!

Thinking of this, Meng Fan's hand holding the sickle loosened a little, but he was not in a hurry to find a chance to go out and fight, he planned to wait and see what happened, and stay in the corpse refining furnace anyway...... It's also quite comfortable.

Moreover, if it is true that the body has become better, then the weight of escape is even greater.

It was very hard to run all the way tonight, and I was so tired that I was afraid that my strength would not be enough.

And I've fought with that ghost, and I still have this patience.

If you can't bear it, you will make a big plan.

"With such a weak body, the mother-in-law was embarrassed to send it over. ”

"I still have to spend time to refine and nourish!"

"If it's not for the old man who can't wait any longer, he must change it!"

The ugly sound sounded, and the dried corpse walked around the incense burner, slowly increasing its speed, and there were words in his mouth, whether it was manipulating the corpse refining furnace or maintaining the temperature of the earth fire, which was unknown. I don't know when there were more rounds in his hands, very similar to the elixirs refined by Taoist priests, round and jade, radiant, one by one began to throw them into the corpse refining furnace.

It is also miraculous to say, as soon as the elixir was thrown into the corpse refining furnace, it exploded by itself, forming a cloud of colorful smoke, enveloping Meng Fan in it, and then continuously drilling into his pores and penetrating into it.

The comfortable feeling surged all over his body, and the tiredness in his body began to slowly dissipate, Meng Fan became energetic, his eyes were bright, and he was full of light, as if he had eaten something that had been replenished for many days.

The dry corpse had just woken up, and his body was stiff, but at this moment, he was moving faster around the corpse refining furnace, and it had become a fierce run, and the dry skin on his body had withered a lot, and even his voice was depressed, it seemed that the consumption of the dried corpse by manipulating this corpse refining furnace should not be underestimated.

The most comfortable is Meng Fan, at first he was half-squatting in the corpse refining furnace like a cheetah, waiting for an opportunity to move, very vigilant, but at this moment he was lying in the incense burner, holding the sickle, and his nervous expression revealed a trace of comfort, wishing that this situation would last longer.

The mountain breeze was cold outside, and the humidity in the valley was diffuse.

And staying in this corpse furnace is simply a pleasure!

He kind of liked the magic stove.

But it backfired, and after this situation lasted for a while, the dry corpse stopped, holding his knees with both hands, perhaps exhausted, and looked like he couldn't run.

The white hair that showed the bones of the fairy wind also drooped down, and in a blink of an eye, it was messed up by the cold wind, and his face was all over his face, compared with the domineering appearance that had just crawled out of the coffin, he was really a little embarrassed at the moment.

Despite this, the dry corpse stared at the corpse refining furnace, but his eyes were shining, containing hope and joy, after all, after spending so much effort, it was time to harvest.

"It should be almost. ”

Step by step, the dried corpse approached the corpse refining furnace, and the probe glanced into the corpse refining furnace, but the skeleton-like old face suddenly changed, only to see Meng Fan lying in the incense burner, his eyelids drooping, the corners of his mouth overflowing with white foam, and the faint sound of pain could be heard, dying, weak, and it seemed that he was dying.

It's just that her face is ruddy, like a big girl with a blushing face.

Meng Fan was really a little ashamed, of course this scene was disguised, and even the sickle had already been hidden behind him. In my heart, I feel a little sorry for this dry corpse, this dry corpse is busy before and after, and his body that is dedicated to transforming is simply too good for him, and his gain this time is unimaginable.

He doesn't like sports much on weekdays, his body is very weak, and he is often infected with wind and cold, several times a year, and each time he recovers for a longer time.

It's not that he is lazy by nature and doesn't exercise, it's that he knows that it's not easy for his parents to make money, and he still needs to buy new ones if his shoes are broken, so he simply doesn't exercise, and the money is not spent elsewhere, but is used to study.

Ultimately...... Still reluctant.

However, as a blessing in disguise, at the most inopportune time, his physical condition became unexpectedly good, which is unimaginable, and I don't know what the magic of the elixir thrown into the corpse is, so that he becomes energetic, and he has endless strength, even if he escapes, it is much faster than before.

If he is lucky enough to escape, this opportunity will benefit him for the rest of his life.

"If it doesn't harm me......" Meng Fan sighed, "This dry corpse is really a good person!"

The dry corpse looked at Meng Fan suspiciously, the night was already very deep, and the cold wind in the mountains was biting, blowing the robes and hunting, and the white hair was messy.

As for Meng Fan, he pretended to be dead in the corpse refining furnace like this, the temperature was warm and comfortable, as if he was wrapped in a cotton quilt.

In contrast, the dry corpse was a little miserable.