The fire aura swirled in the Dan furnace, and the spiritual herbs that were put in were gradually incinerated under the fire aura, leaving only the emerald green medicinal liquid.

One drop, two drops......

After more than a dozen spiritual herbs were quenched into liquid, she controlled all the medicinal liquid to fall into the inner tank, and then quickly gathered the flames and burned under the inner tank.

The moment the liquid fell into the inner tank, it began to boil, like a boiling paste constantly bubbling.

The pill has not been practiced, but the paste taste is getting stronger and stronger, just like cooking a paste.

Seeing this, she withdrew the flames and wondered where the problem was.

She has ruined more than a hundred pairs of spiritual herbs, but every time she pastes the pot, the bigger the fire, the faster the paste.

This continuous failure is not without gain, at least she has completely mastered the balance of medicinal power, and what is lacking is the control of firepower.

According to the primary alchemy, the liquid medicine needs to be condensed with fierce fire, and if the fire is not fierce, the pill will be difficult to achieve.

After pondering for a while, she once again cleaned up the waste medicine in the inner tank of the Dan furnace, this time she left a little waste of refining liquid and tasted it, the taste was not bitter, but fragrant and pleasant.

There is a unique taste of the pill, but unfortunately it is not condensed into a pill.

After taking the medicine, her tired body warmed up a little, and her blood became much more cheerful, and there was even a wonderful feeling that her blood was fresh.

After savoring the magic of the potion for a while, she was ready to refine it again.

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Time is like an arrow, and it is five days in a flash.

On the 10th day of January, the cloudy, two-month-long snow finally saw a small light, and the snowflakes as big as the palm of the hand finally returned to the normal size of a fingernail.

The smaller snowflakes make people feel beautiful, fluttering and sprinkled, and the fog is hazy.

After five days of alchemy, Han Shuang had already lost her momentum, and at this moment she was only full of frustration, because she had not refined a single pill.

It is said that failure is the mother of success, and she doesn't believe this sentence now.

The alchemy day and night made her eyes very dark, and the continuous high concentration made her soul power consume a lot.

The foggy white sea of consciousness became dim, the dense fog became thinner, and even her soul became a little illusory, and her previously clear facial features were somewhat atomized.

With the consumption of spiritual herbs, a large number of points have also been consumed, and the number of exchanges for blind boxes has exceeded 200,000, and two billion points have been smashed into it.

Seeing that she was still about to continue, Zhihai Hanhan stopped her and said: "You should take a break, if you want to hurry, you can't reach it, I haven't seen you work so hard before." ”

Han Shuang's voice was hoarse and his expression was tired: "This time is different from the past, in the past, I was full of food and drink, and I could spend my days at leisure, but now I have to face the upcoming flood and beast tide and even more terrifying plague, in this backward primitive life, if there is no medicine to treat the plague, it is not an exaggeration to describe the scene with millions of corpses." ”

"So I must get the pill for cholera, and even refine the pill for cholera, although I don't have any righteous feelings, but I want to do what I can."

After explaining to Hanhan, she started alchemy again, no less than a thousand times, she tried fierce fire, big fire, medium fire, small fire, and even weak fire, but all failed.

She also tried to put the liquid medicine drop by drop, or two drops at a time, three drops at a time,...... and so on, but in the end they all failed.

After thousands of failures and attempts, she was really exhausted, and this was her last attempt, and it was also the last time that her soul power could only support.

The spiritual sense wrapped the inside and outside of the entire alchemy furnace like a tide, and then there were more than ten kinds of medicinal materials, and the extraction of the medicinal liquid had long been familiar with it.

When more than a dozen drops of liquid medicine all fell into the inner tank of the Dan furnace, she directly urged the flame to give the Dan furnace a full house.