Chapter 422: Pharmaceutical Factory

The divine consciousness spread out against the sky narrowed slightly, and he clearly "saw" the black-robed man in the lead take out a liaison from his arms and said a few words.

A bright circle suddenly appeared on the ground in front of him, and after the light disappeared, a stone path leading to the ground appeared.

The black-robed man in the lead said in a deep voice, "Hurry up and move everyone in." ”

A hundred or so black-clothed men came out of the forest, carrying several sacks in each hand and down the stone steps.

He was not happy to be carried by others, and the shaking was uncomfortable, so he still lined the sack with a stone of about the same weight, and slipped back to the world to report the situation at any time.

In fact, the situation outside can also be seen clearly on the spar screen.

Except for Xuan Huang, who was sleeping with his son in the house, the other people's faces were slightly solemn.

"It seems that this force is not small." Xiao Yunchen's face was slightly gloomy, "I don't know if they have an ancient inheritance and some scarce materials in their hands, or ...... Among them, there is indeed a spatial elementalist. ”

Reverse Tian also nodded, "Yes, I'm guessing too." It seems that Changle Island is just a force on their surface. ”

She frowned slightly and said, "These black-robed people, unlike the previous batch of dark elemental masters, they have very pure spiritual power on them, and they should be a group of sword masters. ”

"If there is also a space elementalist in this force." King's Landing raised his eyes and looked at the sky, "I don't know if Senior Sister's spatial power can compete with it." ”

King's Landing didn't say anything after that, but when everyone heard this, their faces changed slightly. If the spatial power of Xuanhuang is not as good as that mysterious person who made the teleportation stone, it will be tricky!

Perhaps, the teleportation points they made here and there would be lightly exposed to that person.

Seeing that everyone's faces were not good-looking, he smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, things may not be as bad as we guessed, after all, in this world, there are very few spiritual power comparable to Xuanhuang." ”

"Since the spiritual power is not as good as Xuanhuang, then what else is there to worry about." Because the power of space and the power of time are linked to spiritual power, they can be very different from other elemental forces and spiritual powers.

It's not against the sky, but since the spiritual power of the two of them has been muted and fused, I'm afraid that in this world, there is really no one's spiritual power that can catch up with the two of them.

Everyone gathered their minds and nodded slightly, and their hearts said that they were really concerned and chaotic.

After a few more words, he left the world and lay back in the sack. The footsteps outside stopped slightly, and it seemed that they had reached their destination.

The black-robed man threw the townsfolk to the ground, and a cold and damp feeling hit him, and the sound of murmuring water came to his ears.

"Let the men out, separate the men and the women." The black-robed man in the lead whispered, "Give me a little bit of agility in your movements!" The Lord is still waiting for these fresh medicines. ”

Soon, the townsfolk were pulled out of their sacks, all with their eyes closed, as if they were sleepwalking, and one by one, men and women, separated from two columns, walked forward at the shouting of the black-robed men.

Chaotian mixed in with these people, following behind the family of four, walking unhurriedly, half-squinting, looking around.

Several times the whip was about to fall on her, but she avoided it by adjusting her steps slightly without a trace. Because there were many people, the black-robed people who drove away the shouting didn't care, there was still a "living person" in the team.

Turning into a thin boy of twelve or thirteen years old, with mediocre facial features, plus a green cloth coat with several patches one after another, she looked like a poor public, in this group of ordinary townspeople, she was naturally inconspicuous, and no one would look at her more.

"There are no male cultivators above the Yuanying Realm in this town, and the rest are all waste." One of the black-robed men muttered.

"It's better to find this waste than nothing after such a long time."

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Come on! The whip raised a string of wind in the air, and the farther it went, the faint smell of blood became more and more solemn.

This is a very deep and long underground tunnel, with a lot of water stains seeping from the stone walls on both sides, and there is also a dark and cold underground water under your feet. There was only a faint light of fire, which brightened up slightly every thirty meters, and the vision was extremely poor, but it did not prevent the sky from observing silently.

With her current realm, even if it is pitch black, she can "see" clearly with her divine sense, there is no doubt about it.

The two "sleepwalking" teams walked calmly, and when they reached the fork, they were led to two different roads by the team leader, one left and one right.

Rebel is now a little boy, of course, following the men's line. A black-robed man's sneer sounded in his ears, "What are you doing when you catch those old and weak women and children?" It can't be used in medicine, what's the use. ”

"This is the order of the Fire Venerable, do you have an opinion?" The black-robed man in the lead snorted lightly.

The black-robed man was choked for a moment, and immediately stopped speaking, but his face trembled and he laughed.

Moving forward towards this fork, the smell of blood became thicker and thicker, and his eyelids drooped slightly, and he didn't dare to move when he retracted his consciousness, but he glanced at his side.

After walking out of the corridor and entering a huge stone room, although the eyes of the sky were not raised, the bottom of his heart was still a little shocked.

The stone room in front of me seems to be quite large-scale, and it can't be made in a day or two, like a large pharmaceutical factory, in which all the Changle Island pharmacists who are uniformly dressed in black robes are shuttling back and forth.

In the center is a large boxy blood-red pool, on which are hung six large baskets, and the large iron pestle held by the four people is connected to the axle wheel of the four sides.

There was a strong man pulling the shaft next to him, and he saw a man being put into the hanging basket, and the strong man who was pulling the hanging shaft expressionlessly put the man and the basket into the blood pool, and soon the big iron pestle above smashed down, and the man's bones were shattered and turned into blood to nourish the blood pool.

There was no wailing, no screaming, only the crisp crunch of the iron pestle smashing the bones of the whole body, and all the staff members were busy working, performing their duties and expressionless.

In the blood pool, a huge black iron ball kept stirring the blood water, and several Changle Island pharmacists who hung above it with hanging ropes kept sprinkling powdered catalysts on the iron ball with cold faces.

Blood flowed out of the outlet of the pool, and the thick blood snaked down the long bamboo pipe, gradually diverting into the six waiting bottles.

At each shunt exit, there is a pharmacist who changes the vial when the thick blood is halfway filled into the vial, handing the vial to another pharmacist next to him.

Eventually, the pharmacist put a drop of green in the potion bottle, and the whole potion changed, from the original thick plasma color to a faint carmine.

When I saw this, I was already nauseating in my stomach, and I couldn't wait to vomit it.!!