The ruins of the Imperial City, buried millions of miles deep underground, are a dead city in the Molten World Realm, which has long been devoid of any life, and no living thing can survive.

But where the fragrance of medicine wafted through, there were plants and trees that took root and sprouted, and grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, presenting a scene of great vitality.

"The eighth-order elixir is really extraordinary!"

Mo Wentian's face was full of admiration, and he was a little reluctant to put the pill in the bottle, he was only short of dantian mana now, but there was no serious injury? Naturally, it is impossible to take it stupidly at this time, and this healing elixir is still kept in case of danger.

Opening the second medicine bottle, the majestic aura floated out, as if it was about to turn into a mist, head-on towards Mo Wentian, turning into bursts of warm currents, moistening the dry meridians, sprinkling a drizzle in the empty dantian, and suddenly feeling a burst of comfort.

"It's ......"

Mo Wentian was slightly stunned, but when he saw that there were two blue elixirs in the medicine bottle, he immediately poured out one in the palm of his hand, and the turquoise light flickered and jumped, as if it had spirituality.

As a sixth-order alchemist of Mo Wentian, he naturally had some attainments in the identification of the herbal elixir, but he was just a little stunned, and he immediately recognized this elixir, and his expression was immediately pleasantly surprised.

The Creation Guiyuan Pill is the eighth-order spirit pill that Jindan Zhenjun dreams of, when fighting with other monks, a Creation Guiyuan Pill can instantly restore mana to the peak state, and achieve the effect of reversing the situation.

Such a supreme elixir, the Yuanying True King regarded it as a treasure, but he didn't expect that the Xingyue True King actually had two. Maybe she originally had three, and she had already taken one after the Danqing Hall was countered by the Danqing Holy Pen.

"Fortunately, that Xingyue Zhenjun was unlucky, and she was knocked unconscious by the Danqing Holy Pen in the mural, otherwise as long as she took the Creation Guiyuan Pill, I am afraid that it would not fall into her hands at all."

Mo Wentian was a little apprehensive, now that the dantian was empty, and the ruins of the imperial city were in crisis, the Creation Guiyuan Pill was simply tailor-made for himself, but he opened his mouth and swallowed it without thinking about it.

'Boom'. The elixir melts into the abdomen. Turning into a majestic aura like the sea, the mighty surge entered, stirring up layers of waves in the dantian, as if it was a dry lake. But it was frantically reversed by the sea. It was saturated in an instant. The Jin Dan, which was already extremely dim, burst out with even more brilliant light, and the mana returned to the state it was in at its peak.

Mo Wentian's face turned rosy. The faint flickering light of the flesh, exhaling and inhaling, the surging power returned to the body, as if it had been reborn from the fire, and that wonderful feeling was really difficult to express in words.

If it is not broken, it is not broken, it is broken and then it is established, and the mana seems to be faintly increased between loss and recovery, and the divine consciousness is also slightly increased, and it seems that it has vaguely touched the bottleneck of the middle stage of Jindan, and I didn't expect it to be a blessing in disguise.

Mo Wentian was immediately overjoyed, the jade box was filled with eighth-order elixirs, all of which had incredible earth-shattering medicinal properties, but he didn't know what was in the third medicine bottle of Lu Dao? It should also be an anti-heaven elixir that is different from ordinary things.

Mo Wentian had great expectations in his heart, and immediately opened the third medicine bottle, and a strange aroma that was intoxicating floated out, but he saw that there was only a elixir as big as a dragon's eye inside, emitting a faint red light, flashing with infinite alluring charm.

Smelling the strange aroma, Mo Wentian only felt dizzy, as if everything was going to be forgotten and empty, there was no grudge and hatred in his heart, and he lived for one person for the rest of his life; Seeing that light full of temptation, Mo Wentian felt that his whole body suddenly became hot, and he couldn't help but glance at Xingyue Zhenjun who was sleeping beside him, some thought-provoking thoughts, and ripples in the heart lake.

"Not good!" As soon as Mo Wentian bit the root of his tongue, blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth, and the pain made his heart immediately alert, as if he had been bitten by a poisonous snake, and immediately put the pill in a bottle, and then put the jade box back into the treasure bag.

Until he put the Nabao bag back in his arms, Mo Wentian was shocked, what kind of elixir was it? Is it just too scary? He just sniffed it lightly, glanced at it with his eyes, and almost fell victim to indulging in lust.

Such a elixir exists in legends, Mo Wentian has heard of it, but he has never believed it, but now he has to believe it, because it really exists.

This elixir is called the Seven Emotions and Six Desires Pill, and the grade is inferred to be above the eighth order, but the effect is unknown, but there is a legend that can interpret the efficacy of this elixir.

It is said that in ancient times, there was a white snake with a very high talent, less than a thousand years to transform into a human, originally could pursue the supreme avenue, become a supreme existence, but because of the seven emotions and six desires pill, since then infatuated with a mortal man, full of life only for him, Xiuzhen Dao has since been abandoned.

The legend of the love between the white snake and the mortal man was compiled into a popular story by the ancient people, and it has been known to women and children so far, and the world only knows that the snake man who is in love once in a thousand years, but does not know that the cause and effect began with a seven emotions and six desires.

Of course, there is a similar story in the cultivation world, but the version is even more evil, it is said that in ancient times, there were some cultivators who were obscene and evil, capturing those demon beasts that turned into beautiful women, and cultivating them to become their own demon concubines by taking the Seven Emotions and Six Desires Pill, which can not only satisfy lust, but also enhance strength.

It's just that such an elixir is not easy to obtain, I only heard that there are ancient legends, and it is probably difficult for the Yuanying True King to get it, but Xingyue Zhenjun actually has it, but what role does she want to do?

Mo Wentian was a little puzzled, and suddenly a flash of inspiration came, wasn't he preparing to control Tianyi Zhenjun?

Speaking of this thought, he became more and more sure of his judgment, Xingyue Zhenjun is not an ordinary Jindan Zhenjun, she is the future ruler of the Seven Star Palace, and in the future, if she wants to rule the thirteen countries in the southeast of the border wilderness and become one of the most powerful people in the border wilderness spiritual domain, it should not be as simple as it seems.

Although Xingyue Zhenjun's cultivation talent is not as good as Tianyi Zhenjun, but his status is far above it, although he has feelings for Tianyi Zhenjun, but in the face of his comet-like rise, it is bound to affect her high status, what she wants to get, I am afraid that she will try her best to control it.

A Seven Emotions and Six Desires Pill, but can control a future powerhouse, and at the same time have all his infatuation, this is really an incomparably cost-effective, if Tianyi Zhenjun is not vigilant enough, he will definitely be blinded by her superficial infatuation.

Thinking of this, Mo Wentian had no good impression of Xingyue Zhenjun, and couldn't help but glance down at her, thinking about whether to wake her up, so as to interrogate the ruins of the imperial city, the news he had worked so hard to collect was definitely far less comprehensive than the Seven Star Palace.

But when he took a step forward and was about to take action to wake up Xingyue Zhenjun, his face suddenly stiffened, as if he had discovered something terrible, and his expression immediately became solemn.

A cold and bleak wind swept quietly, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and the ghost aura of Sensen filled it, as if endless darkness enveloped the earth, not letting go of any place with light, until there was an endless void left.

Dead silence!

Bleak loneliness!

Eerily cold!

At that moment, Mo Wentian seemed to smell the smell of death, as if he heard the call of the underworld, his heartbeat was heavy and clear, and he couldn't even hear his own breathing, and the sense of fear that arose spontaneously made him shudder, as if he had been immobilized by a spell, standing there as if he was still like a clay sculpture.

Time was passing, but Mo Wentian couldn't feel it, he only felt that there was a pair of eyes looking behind him, as if the ghost of the dead was not gone, which made him feel a chill in his heart, and the cold wind blew on his body, with a piercing chill.

Those eyes seemed to be floating in the wind, and suddenly approached him in the yin wind, Mo Wentian Lingling snorted, and subconsciously took a step forward.

At this time, his eyes fell straight to the ground, but he saw two shadows on the ground, one in front and one behind him, the one in front was his own, and the one behind was reflected in the ground as a straight one, although it was a little blurry, but it could be seen that it was a person.

Mo Wentian's expression was still solemn, but the fear in his heart had been greatly reduced, and the unknown danger was fear, but as long as it was a person, there was nothing to be afraid of, he couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, and he was feeling a little more at ease in his heart, but there was a cold and sad laugh behind him.

Mo Wentian snorted coldly, and then said, "What are you laughing at?" You've been standing behind this seat for half an hour, but you've been silent, what are you waiting for? ”

"I'm not not doing nothing, I'm waiting for the time to do it." Suddenly, a solemn voice sounded behind him, swept in the yin wind. "You are really not simple, you are much stronger than the three wastes you killed just now, in half an hour, you have actually maintained your mental concentration, locked your divine consciousness near your body, and there is no chance to take advantage of it."

"Since you killed the three people who tracked down this seat, didn't you see the word left on the ground?" Mo Wentian's face was full of murderous intent, and he said coldly: "Then track the ending of this seat, the true monarch of the fire robe is, and you will not be an exception." ”

The voice seemed to be extremely disdainful, and sneered: "That's right, I saw that word and wrote the same word on the back of all three of them, that is their end, and you will be no exception!" ”

Mo Wentian's face immediately changed greatly, and he immediately took off his coat, only to see that the back was dripping with blood, and it turned out to be a word 'death', which was dripping with blood in the faint light, containing boundless death, as if whoever wore this dress, the vitality would continue to flow until it became a dry corpse that lost its life.

At this moment, Mo Wentian was both shocked and frightened, a cool breath rose up in his spine, and he was under the high vigilance of his divine sense, he was actually written on his back by this person unconsciously, which made people shudder when he thought about it, if he wanted to kill himself? Is there any fate? (To be continued......)