"Gollum Gurg~"

In the rustic small Dan furnace is a pure black pill, and the medicine coating is mottled and pitted.

The last few medicinal liquids in the furnace were like a few small snakes, slowly closing towards the outer wall of the elixir under the scorching flame mixed with weak spiritual power.

In the end, he failed to repair the pill, and the pill emitted a somewhat nasal smell, but the young man in front of the furnace let out a sigh:

"It's been almost two months, and I'm finally barely getting into Dan."

The young man's name is Xu Yu, and he received an antiquity two months ago, and he came through it while playing.

Since discovering that I have crossed over, I have been actively adapting to the world.

Fortunately, the original body left him a few things, so that he would not be left without direction to work hard.

There are not many things, a leather money bag, a few books, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, a small three-legged medicine stove, and dozens of sets of medicinal materials.

Referring to the "Basic Prescriptions" in the book, Xu Yucai compared these medicinal materials corresponding to two kinds of pills, healing ointment and dispelling evil pill.

The former is simple to get started, and after discarding seven or eight pairs of medicinal materials, he will master it, but this healing ointment is not in the grade, and it can't be called a pill, and it can't be sold for a few dollars in the market.

The latter was one of the most basic pills, and in the past two months, after spending a lot of money from selling healing creams, he finally refined one, which can be regarded as the first pill he successfully refined.

Although there are still a number of flaws:

The smell is spicy and pungent, indicating that there are too many impurities remaining, and the medicine coating is not smooth enough, which means that the heat is not well controlled during the Ning Dan.

But this is not that he has misoperated, but has a lot to do with the aura in his body.

Since the spiritual realm has appeared, evil cults have been rampant, and the aura of all things has brought inexplicable filth.

When a cultivator exhales, he will inevitably be contaminated with a little bit of it, and if he accumulates over time, without treatment, a mouthful of innate true qi will be polluted, and his cultivation will stagnate not to mention, and even that divine soul will be corrupted by filth and turn into a treacherous stream.

One of the main reasons that affects the speed of accumulation of filth is the practice of the most fundamental method of aura breathing, Xu Yu practiced the "Pei Yuan Gong", which left the largest path in the original body, and collected all kinds of filth in the aura as ordered, and the aura exhaled every day was ridiculously small.

This is also the sad thing about the monks of non-sect families:

If you want to earn spirit stone crystals to make a living, you have to consume the spiritual energy that you have worked hard to breathe out every day, or go out to explore, hunt and collect medicine; or for the craftsman privately, draw talismans for alchemy; and even moving bricks and stones, refining building materials, and so on.

The aura exhaled by the Great Road Method was already small, and when it was consumed like this, the cultivation was completely left aside.

Every once in a while, there is an extra expense to deal with the accumulation of filth in the body, and in the long run, the scattered cultivation is mired in this vicious circle, and the road is difficult.

The practice of the spiritual realm after the present world has more stringent requirements for wealth in the Dharma and the earth.

Xu Yu was also trapped in daily breathing, consuming all his spiritual energy to refine medicine to make a living; In the strange circle of accumulation of filth and spending spirit stone crystal coins to buy evil things to clear them, there is almost no improvement in cultivation.

The successful refining of the first evil elixir made him see the possibility of breaking free, but because of the absorption efficiency of Pei Yuan Gong, this process would be very long......

The failure of refining the evil pill many times made him have a hidden understanding:

Cheng Dan is so because when controlling the fire, the aura output is weak, and when the fire collects the medicinal juice, Pei Yuangong is still the warm swallowing efficiency, so he can still refine the lower grade to dispel evil pills, which is already familiar.

And the aura exhaled every day is enough to refine an evil elixir, and the success rate is less than one percent in his estimate, which is pitifully low, and he can't even earn back the cost of purchasing alchemy medicinal materials.

It's no wonder that every time he went to buy the medicinal materials needed for alchemy, the old woman in the pharmacy persuaded him to save money by refining healing ointment with peace of mind, saying that there was no future for loose cultivation pills, and there were few scattered cultivation stalls selling finished pills in the market.

The root cause of this is that the method of breathing on the main path practiced by casual cultivation generally does not meet the needs of alchemy, and the method of breathing is a shackle on the path of scattered cultivation after all.

If you can get a better aura breathing method, you can increase the chance of success in refining the evil elixir, and even have the aura to promote cultivation.

Even so, refining the elixir for the first time was still a gratifying thing, and Xu Yu wanted to record this moment, polish the ink, and lay the paper......

His hands were a little dull yellow due to long-term immersion in medicinal herbs and neglect of maintenance.

It was such a hand, picking up a millimeter, dipping it in ink, and brushing it on the inkstone.

With a splash of ink, a big stroke of the pen, write a crooked line of big characters:

"On the twenty-first day of May, you can refine the lower grade to dispel evil pills."

After writing a diary that no serious person writes, and admiring the evil pill full of potholes on the surface for a while, Xu Yu carefully put the pill into a porcelain bottle and sealed it with a wooden stopper.

Putting aside the troublesome question of breathing, he habitually took out the artifact that had crossed with him.

This is a bronze scale full of rust, and it is also the only thing he is familiar with in this world, and in his spare time, Xu Yu likes to play with it.

It's just a matter of how he fiddles, dripping blood, sticking to his forehead, and even infusing the aura......

This bronze rod scale did not show any miracles, but it was brought to the market before, and when the healing cream was set up to sell the healing ointment, it was quite easy to weigh.

It seems to have been used a lot recently, and the extremely reliable patina is warped.

His hand was also idle, and when he broke it, he broke off a piece the size of a fingernail, revealing the red gold color underneath.

It was this bright color that pulled Xu Yu's consciousness into a strange place.

Suddenly, he was already standing in an illusory temple.

There are dense portraits on display here.

The portrait is probably no taller than his calf, and the size and material are different, and the color is bright and uneven, and none of them are exactly the same.

or rickets with a straight belly, or with three wings on their backs;

or stone iron bones, or flesh to the touch.

Not far from him, there was a bronze statue covered in rusty green, with black spots on the surface as if they had been burned.

These black dots are expanding at a slow pace, and they are very eye-catching.

As if the ghost was a god, Xu Yu moved forward and touched the bronze figure lightly.

In an instant, the scene changed, the qi machine was pulled, and Xu Yu, who was already a conscious body, found himself in an elegant quiet room, with carved beams and paintings, sunken wood ornaments, and in front of him was a few cases composed of gray and white air currents......

……

At the same time, in a poor mountain and bad water nearly a hundred miles away, in a deep cave, there is a bald man lying with his back against the cave wall.

The man was born extremely burly, but at the moment, he was like a gossamer, and he looked like he was struggling to breathe.

Beside him were a string of huge iron balls, each the size of a baby's fist, but it seemed that he was powerless to move it.

Looking closely, his exposed skin has become coppery, and some joints have grown round eyes.

The eyes are like copper bells, embedded in the copper skin, and the sight is stunned without focus, perhaps the day it comes alive, it is the time when the Han dies.

"Feathering Immortal Palace, it is actually using this kind of indiscriminate means to urge people to fall into evil."

This sturdy man muttered, he didn't expect that after coming out to practice for a year, he wouldn't be able to support it, and he would die today......

With the exercises he has cultivated, he should have turned into a hundred-eyed bronze man after entering the evil powers, and these two evil forms are caused by the types of filth ingested by the supernatural powers he has practiced.

It is a pity that in this treacherous mountain forest, there will be more difficult and treacherous, and I don't know how many monks' lives will be harmed, and I don't know which fellow will be killed in the end.

Just when his resentment was gradually growing, and even his consciousness was about to be degenerated and degenerated, a huge bronze rod scale came with the phantom of the boundless temple on the platform.

Along with the consciousness he was about to degenerate, he was already seated in front of a strange table of gray and white gas.

Instead of sitting on the other side, it was a human figure composed of illusory light and shadow, and its size was nearly twice as tall as him.

Looking at his body and limbs, he also turned into a consciousness composed of countless golden air currents.

Such a direct effect on the knowledge of God, with his insight, is rarely heard.

And to cultivate to the point of changing the volume of consciousness of the gods, it is not possible to obtain the cultivation of the fifth realm, and the great cultivators who have reached the fifth realm are all giants.

After a moment of silence, thinking that he was no more than a line away from evil, he had no worries, so he simply let go and no longer cared about the sitting etiquette, sat in front of the desk, and calmly arched his hand:

"What is the matter with the seniors summoning the juniors?"

The "villain" in front of him called himself a senior, which surprised Xu Yu a little, but there were a lot of things he wanted to figure out, and he thought that the identity of the "senior" might be able to bring him some convenience, so he silently recognized it.

Recalling the black dots that slowly spread on the bronze statue when he touched it earlier, he replied casually:

"The view is getting turbid, so wipe it off."

The sound is illusory and ethereal, as if there are countless layers of air superimposed on it, giving people an incomprehensible sense of mystery.

Chewing on the meaning of these words, the man seemed to see himself transformed into a small bronze statue, and the person in front of him was leaning forward to look at the "stains" on his body.

In the world, there are people who treat evil as a stain and want to wipe it away?

Originally, he thought that in this wilderness, even if someone could connect with him through consciousness, they would not be able to cross the distance to solve his predicament.

Now this kind of vision is a glimmer of hope for him, even if he is a strong-willed person, he cannot remain calm in the face of depravity and evil.

I saw that this man's consciousness body sat upright, bowed his hand, and pleaded:

"It's not a secret, in the bottom, the people of Yunfu in the Southern Regions are ...... People are framed, and the evil has already reached the body, and I hope that the predecessors will rescue him. ”

Evil and Body? Isn't that about to turn into a treacherous?

In the past two months, Xu Yu still has some understanding of some basic cultivation knowledge, and when the filth in the cultivator's body accumulates to a certain limit, and then under the stimulation of the state of mind or external objects, there is a danger that the evil will turn into treacherous.

The elixir he refined was a kind of thing that could dispel filth.

It's just that he wasn't sure if the effect of the lower grade evil elixir could reverse the evil transformation that had already reached the body.

Just after hesitating for a while, the man saw Xu Yu silent and thought that he was unwilling to make a move, at the moment of life and death, his mentality was inevitably a little troubled and lost, and his heart was miserable, and he said:

"The predecessors can cast this method, but the distance will not be too far, please tell the same way, outside the Red River Fang, there is an extra hundred-eyed bronze man in the Xiong Cave of Jiming Mountain, be careful."

Perhaps the degree of evil in his external body has increased, affecting this head, and his consciousness and spirit have begun to show signs of instability, and wisps of black qi have also been mixed in the circulating golden qi.

With the pride and heart of this outspoken posthumous matter, he can preliminarily determine that this man should be a righteous person.

In this case, no matter how clumsy the things on your body are, why can't you give it a try?

His ideas are brought from another realm, and human life is greater than heaven!

It's just that this is in the space of consciousness, how to transmit the objects in reality?

As his mind fluctuated, this space actually responded, and countless green qi condensed, manifesting the bronze scale he was familiar with on several cases.

The rod scale is horizontal on several cases, and a tray is tied at each end, and there is nothing on the tray, as if waiting for someone to put the items into the weighing.

A bottle of evil pills also appeared in his palm, which was the bottle of evil pill he had refined before his consciousness was involved.

As if he felt something, the Dan bottle landed on one end of the scale with his thoughts, causing the rod scale to sink slightly to his side.

"This thing may be useful to you."