"Where's Danway? Where is the five-colored Dandanwei? ”

The ghost master, who had just stepped into the sky and was ecstatic to find the source of the five-color pill, had his heart beating heavily.

That divine breath comes and goes quickly.

It seems that it has failed, or someone has deliberately erased the traces of its existence!

"No!"

"Medicine Saint!"

"Quickly check me, who attracted the five-color Danwei just now! As long as he can touch this threshold, he will definitely reach it a second time in his lifetime! The third time! ”

Above the entire medicine valley, all that echoed was the scream of the ghost master's broken voice.

Legendary, even if he only let him see the real Dan Dao peak from afar, he will die without regrets.

You must know that the two five-colored ancient pills that are now in existence are sealed in the east hall, and the Lingmen pharmacist has no chance to see them.

Just when the entire Lingmen Medicine Valley was in a commotion, Zhen Xiaoxiao and Xiao Congee were lying on the ground at this time, staring intently at a guinea fowl.

I want the ghost master to know that the third five-color pill that Dongling appeared has just been fed to a chicken, and he is afraid that he will rush to the plum garden in anger, throw the real small, small porridge and porridge into the medicine pod together with the lucky chicken, and calcine it with ground fire for 9981 days, until the three of them are all refined into a big dan.

Giggle!

The five-colored pill seemed to be smoother and easier to swallow than the three-fissed pill, swallowing the pill into its belly, and the guinea fowl broke free from the small confinement in fear and flew to hide among the low plum branches.

A pillar of incense time passed, and it felt like no one was thinking about him anymore.

The guinea fowl carefully stretched out its neck, looked left and right, and after confirming that it was safe, lowered its head to shave snow and began to dig up insects from under the frozen soil to eat. Completely forget everything that happened to you just now.

Cluck, cluck.

Watching that stupid chicken walk away, the little pink fist clenched.

I can't find any fault anymore, even the five-color fragrant bait pill refined by the ice method of small porridge and porridge can't make the spirit beast greedy or even smoke, which means that my previous conjecture may be correct!

Spread out the palms of his hands and gaze at the beast spirit stone that brought him infinite mysteries.

It's so small, and the eyes are ethereal.

I am more curious and confused about my origins.

Could it be that his red-haired father, who is as majestic as a god and a demon, also has a pair of unpalatable hands?

It is for this reason that only the descendants who inherit their bloodline can freely use the various meanings of the beast spirit stone?

If you put it that way, it all makes sense.

Something on his body will ruin the taste of food, but at the same time, as long as he uses the Dan Dao method to quench it, the strange ingredients will remain in the Dan and become the main medicine of the Dan prescription in the Beast Spirit Stone.

And the reason why I refine ordinary pills is still unpalatable, it is because those pills do not consider the newly added ingredients, although it does not destroy the medicinal properties, but retains the effect of nausea.

The only surprise was the small porridge.

No matter what he did, he was fascinated.

This is probably due to his mysterious origins?

"Well, that's the end of the alchemy. It's boring to stay in the plum garden all the time, small porridge porridge, let's go back to Lionheart Peak. ”

Putting away the medicinal herbs scattered on the ground, Zhen Xiaoxiao patted Xiao Congee on the shoulder, and motioned for him to come with him.

It has been two days since Haidong Ge was taken away by Mei Zun, and since he has made a preliminary judgment on the relationship between the Beast Spirit Stone Danfang and himself, then now, Zhenxiao is more curious about the dynamics of the inner gate of Lionheart Peak.

"It's coming!"

Keeping up with the really small pace, the small porridge porridge has no intention of swallowing the ice and sinking the dream again.