The bell device divided them, and the separation of yin and yang for a while made Bai Yun, who had not been cultivated with high ink, fall into a short sleep.

"Just make me into a vessel and hide him."

Zhong Qi looked at the faint light that came and went from the ink stone, and knew that he was holding on.

"Whew!" Zhong Qi laughed mockingly: "I hope what you have done can be remembered by him, and he will be grateful to you." ”

"There is no ...... between me and him to pay or not" Before the words were finished, the ink couldn't hold on, and fell into a deep sleep.

Between them, he reminded him of Zhong Ling, his twin brother, this scene was like that time, which made Zhong Qi a little shocked, he had been deliberately avoiding the news about the family and Zhong Ling in the days of his wandering, in fact, he had no hatred for his eldest brother, only a kind of disappointment and self-deprecation, he needed to take time to digest the things that had been maintaining him and obeying him, but suddenly the eldest brother who loved him the most turned his face on him.

Zhong Ling won the game that year, he was not very unhappy, but he was a little stunned, afterwards he took a sword, he wanted to congratulate him, and by the way, he wanted to ask him why, as long as Zhong Ling gave him an explanation, no matter what kind of explanation, he would not care.

That sword was the best material he had painstakingly collected, and it took him more than a month to build it, a high-grade spiritual weapon, which he wanted to use to congratulate him on building the foundation, but he knew that he had won the competition, so he wanted to give it to him in advance, who knew that it had become like that.

At this time, the fluctuation of the formation of the clock device came, and he came back to his senses, knowing that time did not allow him to think too much, and urged the fire of the dantian to hit the ink stone.

Danhuo is the flame produced when a monk who has cultivated to the Jindan stage reconjugates Jindan, which is also equivalent to a kind of natal fire, but Danhuo ranks relatively low in the alien fire.

Jindan is also divided into grades, and the Jindan produced is basically a waste Jindan below the fifth grade, and there is no hope of reaching the middle and late stages of Jindan in the future, let alone producing Danhuo.

And the five-grade to seven-grade Jin Dan may reach the Yuan Infant Stage, but there is no hope of producing Danhuo.

Only the golden pill that reaches more than seven grades can produce Danhuo, and the golden pills that can produce Danhuo are all mutant golden pills, and the golden pills produced by mutations are not necessarily all nine and ten-grade golden pills.

The nine-grade and ten-grade golden pill is too difficult to bear, and not many people have produced it so far.

And the bell is the eight-grade golden pill, and his eight-grade golden pill underwent a change when he was knotted, and the Danhuo was born.

Danhuo wrapped in ink stone into the furnace, under the control of the bell in the furnace fire is more vigorous, the temperature in the cave rises sharply, as if to roast people, the bell luck is cultivated to resist the heat, but still by the heat of the whole body sweating, the skin is scorched red by the heat wave from the furnace.

The bell is a material that has been prepared for a long time, pick up the sledgehammer, and smash it towards those rare refining materials, the ink that has been smelted in the refining furnace roars in pain, and the consciousness is burning little by little, and his body is being smelted, melting little by little.

Even the sleeping Bai Yun was woken up, he felt everything, the crystal clear Bai Yun stone trembled, he was scared, heard his painful roar, felt his consciousness that his jade body was burning, being smelted a little bit, that pain made Bai Yun's heart tremble with fear.

After refining the materials, Zhong Qi saw that most of the ink stone in the furnace had not melted, and at this time, the breath of most immortal cultivators came from the outside world, and he understood that he could not drag it any longer, so he continuously injected Dan fire into the furnace to make the ink stone melt quickly.

"Enough! Zhongqi, he can't stand it anymore! Bai Yun looked at the bell vessels that were constantly pouring Dan fire into the refining furnace, and couldn't help but yell at him.