"Just such a pot, can you stuff 783 kinds of ingredients?" As soon as Chang Zhaowu's words came out, Blood Shura also frowned, this guy is too arrogant and too contrary to common sense.

But Chang Zhaowu didn't say anything more, he directly gave the best answer with his own actions.

I saw that he took a small porcelain bottle, and after a while, he suddenly pulled the cork, and aimed the mouth of the bottle at the bottom of the pot that was still tumbling in the middle of the table, only to hear the sound of "...... and " breaking the air, and a hazy light and shadow flew out from the bottle of the porcelain bottle, like a meteor, dragging a long tail, and disappeared without a trace.

Others didn't see it clearly, but Blood Shura saw it really clearly, and her heart immediately tightened, and she shouted "Stop!" A powerful demonic aura also burst out from her body, forming a protective net composed of light to cover the hot pot that carried too much hope for her, but after all, it was still a beat slower, and what Chang Zhaowu rushed out of the porcelain bottle had completely integrated into the bottom of the pot.

The furious anger instantly poured out from Blood Shura's body, lingering around her, and the demonic qi turned into a giant palm, rolling Chang Zhaowu in front of her, and her eyes also became red, and the disgust and hatred for Chang Zhaowu that had been forcibly suppressed were undisguised.

"What did you just add to the pot? If you destroy that pot, your rotten life, even ten of them will not be enough to pay for!" Sen Leng's voice made everyone present stand on their sweats, and instinctively told them that a killing was about to erupt!

"Click!" Before Chang Zhaowu could explain, his leg bones let out a crisp cracking sound because he couldn't withstand the crazy squeeze of the demonic power, and the tibia of his left calf was directly broken into two cleanly, and the unbearable pain made his entire face distorted and deformed because of the pain, and he had to endure it! The pain now was only the last brief darkness before dawn! If it weren't for his will to make him struggling to support, Chang Zhaowu would have passed out in pain.

He pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty, trying to squeeze out a sneer that he thought was calm, but that expression was inexplicably funny because of the distortion of pain: "Are you asking me what I just added to the pot?" Then you remember it for me, silver finch eggs, seven-tailed grass, blue jade fighting konjac ......."

"What?!" Blood Shura was almost laughed at by Chang Zhaowu, the speed of the light just now was extremely fast, and everyone present may not have seen it clearly, but they couldn't deceive her eyes, it was clearly a purple liquid the size of a dragon's eye, and the ingredients that Chang Zhaowu said had nothing to do with it at all.

Chang Zhaowu gritted his teeth, took out a handful of pain-relieving herbs from his pocket, and stuffed a handful into his mouth. The severe pain in his left leg eased slightly, and he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth word by word: "What I just added to the pot is the essence extract of the 783 ingredients I reported to you!"

Essence!

As soon as these words came out, Blood Shura, Chang Zhaowen and the black-robed man seemed to be greatly shaken, essence is a profound alchemy technique, through precipitation and repeated purification, and finally obtain a small amount of essence from a large number of medicinal materials, so that it is not completely impossible to condense 783 different ingredients into a small ball.

No, but Blood Shura only hesitated for a second, and then immediately denied Chang Zhaowu's statement: "Nonsense! The Essence Technique also has an upper limit, and the general Essence Technique can only reduce the volume of the material by ten times, which is considered good, and according to you, you can condense 783 different ingredients into such a small drop, this is not something that the Essence Technique can achieve at all!"

"Hmph, ordinary cooking techniques are not only used to make some regular food for the stomach, according to ordinary logic, the bottom of the pot in this hot pot in front of you should not be able to achieve cooking skills!"

"I want to see if you have a hard mouth or a hard bone?!" Seeing that Chang Zhaowu dared to speak out in this situation, Blood Shura couldn't help but be furious, but Chang Zhaowen stepped forward, patted her on the shoulder, signaled her to calm down, and used his mouth to nude at the still heating pot on the table.

Is that......

A thin shadow slowly rose from the bottom of the hot pot soup base, which was originally like a melting ruby, and this shadow slowly accumulated, finally forming a black brilliance that penetrated the soup that was more dazzling than fire, and condensed into a black flower bone in the air.

"The Flower of the Underworld, why can the Flower of the Underworld grow in such a place!" Blood Shura's face became extremely pale in an instant, it was really a dog, this Chang Zhaowu really deserved to be Chang Zhaowen's own brother, the evil sect happened one after another, the flower of the underworld is a rare medicinal material, which usually grows in places where spiritual power is abundant, and extreme yin and extreme yang meet, but ...... It's absolutely unheard of to grow on top of a boiling hot pot like this.

The black light rose in vain, enveloping all the palm-sized flowers in it, one, two, three...... In the eyes of everyone, the bud seemed to have life, elegantly and slowly unfolded its petals, looking at the flower with an indescribable bewitching temperament, they seemed to be in a world.

A strange fragrance with the beauty of the endless abyss was also quietly diffused, and one of Blood Shura's hearts was silently attracted and intoxicated by this intoxicating fragrance of flowers, and suddenly an abrupt "pop" woke everyone up from their dreams.

"What are you doing?" Before Blood Shura opened his eyes, he found that the flower of the underworld in the air had been cut off by a black gloved hand, and the black light that lingered on the flower had disappeared without a trace at this moment.

"The flower of the underworld, its petals are fat and juicy, crispy and delicious, and rich in nutrients, but special attention needs to be paid to the fact that its flower core is too strong to be edible......" The black-robed man said expressionlessly, and in the next second, before the Blood Shura could even stop it, this beautiful and bewitching flower was torn apart in his hand, and the entire dark purple core was torn off, and the delicate and moving petals were directly torn off and thrown into the soup that was still tumbling.

It's a pity! Such a beautiful flower was ...... like this

Blood Shura felt his heart tighten for a while, but his mouth twitched involuntarily, and blurted out: "Is it delicious?"

This sentence was obviously very redundant, and Sora had already skillfully fished a few petals out of the boiling soup and passed them in the oil dish, and before he even had time to cool it down, he stuffed it into his mouth.

This taste...... Simply so!