Flower Fat Mist returned to the Eight Treasure Pagoda, and before entering the door, he saw that Yao Shou and Yao Po were so busy that it was miserable.

Naturally, the other party also saw the flower fat mist, and they looked at her as if they had seen a savior, and they didn't have time to hold a grudge, so they begged for mercy first.

Hua Fat Mist Xin said that he deserved it, ignored them, and immediately drilled into the Alchemy Pavilion and began to study his own alchemy.

"Master said that you want to control your spiritual power with a pure mind, I'll try it first."

In front of him, the Qingxuan Iron Furnace was a mid-level Dan Furnace, and logically speaking, with the original qualifications of the Flower Fat Mist, an alchemist with only a second-order Golden Source physique would not be able to move it at all.

But Vicedon can.

The existence of the Vientiane Body is almost equivalent to her immeasurable spiritual power, and the Flower Fat Mist can't figure out the cultivation method of the Vientiane Body for the time being, but she knows that with this innate physique induction, it is enough to cultivate the entire fire system.

It's just that in a short period of time, it doesn't necessarily work.

She stood by the green iron furnace and looked at the burning firewood, red and yellow, this is the worst flame of the kind.

"Pure mentality, how can it be pure?" Flower Butter Mist thought, as soon as his arm was raised, his divine sense followed the blood flow, and a spiritual power quickly rushed to his fingertips.

With a "whoosh", it flew into the flames.

The orange-yellow flames crackled like firecrackers, and then, at a speed visible to the naked eye, turned to pure gold.

"Strange, this is the second time I've used spiritual power to drive the furnace fire, the first time it was pale gold, why can it turn red gold this time? Crimson ...... It is obviously the level of Heavenly Fire, and it can only be reached by cultivating at least the third order of immortals! ”

She wondered, wondering how far the Vientiane Body could elevate a person.

"By the way, it's better to put the gold in it and see the effect."

As he spoke, the flower fat mist took out a bag of gold from the Qiankun ring and put it all in.

The Heavenly Fire Alchemy Pill is simply overkill.

Pure gold nuggets, which would have taken months to refine to turn into gold juice, were all turned into gold juice in just half an afternoon.

"So powerful?!"

The flower fat mist looked at the Dan furnace in disbelief, and while surprised, he collected the gold juice and put it into a special small bottle as a backup material for the next step of refining the golden pill.

"Jin Dan, take poison, take these Jin Dan, I don't know if you can cultivate a body that is invulnerable to all poisons......"

Before she could finish pondering, a small hurricane suddenly blew outside the window.

Even the wind and sand blurred the eyes of the flower butter mist.

She immediately covered her face with her sleeve, and when the wind and sand stopped, she dusted off the dust and sand on her clothes, raised her head, and looked unhappy.

"What bird wind? Scrape the mud on people's faces! ”

"What bird wind, immortal bird wind, immortal bird wind, immortal bird wind......"

What came with the hurricane was actually an immortal bird that flew out to let the wind go. I didn't expect it to come back so soon, and it rushed straight into the alchemy house of the flower fat mist.

It can actually speak.

Not only can she speak, but she also understands the words of the flower butter mist, and at this moment, she is super excited to flap her wings and flutter back and forth in the room, making her face covered in mud and sand.

"I'm going to go...... Stinky birds, stop! ”

"I don't, I don't, I don't." The more the immortal birds fly, the happier they become.

Hua Fat Mist barely used his sleeves to cover his face, through the wind and sand, gritted his teeth and said with great difficulty: "If you don't stop, I will sue Master and let her stew you to drink!" ”

Before the words fell, the wind became stronger and stronger.

Apparently, a certain bird was not afraid of her threats.

"Who is afraid of whom, who is afraid of whom, who is afraid of whom......"

Wow, the immortal bird always likes to say it three times in a sentence, repeater, ah, this is!