The favor of the Holy Land Alchemy Master can be described as priceless.

Elder Mo can use this only favor for the little girl, firstly, because she is old and has no desire; The second is that the little girl is really too cute and too likable.

Asked for the magic liquid for the little girl, and he was an old man willingly.

Ye Qingfeng was kneeling cross-legged on the stone platform, and hot sweat was dripping down like rain.

"Qi walks Zhoutian, hugs the yuan and keeps one, yin and yang are combined......"

Ye Qingfeng closed his eyes, chanted words in his small mouth, and according to what Elder Taishang had passed before, he concentrated on operating the Yin and Yang Sect Xuanfa.

And Elder Taishang and Elder Mo looked at each other nervously on the side, not daring to make the slightest movement, just afraid that the little girl would drink too much herb liquid.

It is no exaggeration to say that the horror of the little girl's physique is absolutely rare in the world.

Whether it is the genius cub of the Golden-winged Dapeng Clan or the genius cub of the Qingjiao Clan, they must not be able to compare to the Terran cub in front of him!

If this Terran cub reaches the top, it will definitely be an invincible and coercive existence of the same level.

But in the world, the avenues and laws gradually crumbled, the glorious and prosperous era gradually withered, and the more terrifying some special physiques were, the more difficult it was to grow.

In other words, the little girl has an excellent physique, but she was born in the wrong era.

Just to open up the Sea of Suffering, you have to consume tens of thousands of bottles of Hundred Herb Liquid, and then you can advance in the future, and the cultivation resources you need are simply terrifying!

If I had been born four or five thousand years earlier, there might still be some hope......

But now, it is the era of the Eastern Wilderness Holy Body, which is called the Waste Body.

The two old men looked at each other again and let out a long sigh tacitly.

The little girl's face was dripping with blood, and she endured the intense burning pain of her limbs, trembling, and swallowed the two bottles of rare divine liquid into her stomach.

The divine liquid is rare, and the little girl has nothing left.

"Buzz".

The little white jade bottle flashed at this moment, and suddenly put the little girl into the jade bottle.

On the stone platform, there is only a small white jade bottle left, which floats up and down lightly.

Elder Mo was worried, and wanted to look at the mouth of the bottle.

"Huh, don't!" Fortunately, Elder Taishang stopped him, and his hands and eyes were quick.

Elder Mo looked at half of Elder Taishang's eyebrows, so he had no choice but to give up and hold back from looking.

Inside the white jade bottle, in the purple fire, a cloud of white brilliance protected Ye Qingfeng like a silkworm cocoon.

Ye Qingfeng was as white and tender as a newborn baby, concentrating on his knees, constantly running the mystic method.

This mystical method combines the oldest and most glorious "Tao Sutra" in the Eastern Wilderness, but this sutra is a fragment, so it also combines the cultivation method obtained by several elders of the Yin and Yang Sect with their hearts.

However, Ye Qingfeng was running at this time, and it was generally smooth, but when he ran to a few places, he always felt that the life essence in those places was not smooth.

"It's not working right! It's really not right! ”

Ye Qingfeng's body was extremely uncomfortable, and he couldn't help shaking his head and letting out a painful sound.

Because it is her sea of suffering, because of the two bottles of divine liquid, it seems to be extremely squeezed for a while, and it seems to be pulled violently for a while, like a thousand knives.

If this continues, I am afraid that the sea of bitterness will be difficult to maintain, and the whole person will be wasted.

Thinking of this, the little girl couldn't help frowning.

"This breath should not flow to the limbs at this time, but to the inner organs......"

The little girl muttered to herself, according to what she felt in her body, and acted boldly, leading the scorching breath to her heart.

After the air flow through the lungs, the pain in the body is really relieved.

Thinking of this, the little girl couldn't help muttering in her heart:

I don't know why in the Yin Yang Sect, so many elders and disciples, so many times to run the Xuan Method, why they didn't find out that this exercise was wrong.

It's not wrong, it's just not perfect.

When it was normal operation, I didn't feel anything, when it came to life and death, this imperfect luck cultivation method might be fatal!

Like now.

So, the little girl gave up what she had learned before, crossed her knees and back, relaxed her mind, and guided the burning essence in her body according to what she felt and understood in her heart.

After only two or three days of running like this, the scorching qi in the body was obviously relieved, and at the same time, the bitter sea was faintly swollen, and there was a tendency to open up.

"It works!"

The little girl smiled with crystal teeth, straightened her waist, and made persistent efforts.

The purple fire inside the bottle is surging like waves, and it seems to carry endless joy.

And the willow spirit that was huddled in the corner, trembling, trembled and rose from the ground.

If it hadn't made a mistake in its judgment, a three-year-old child would have created his own cultivation method in just a quarter of an hour!

What a brilliant thing that is!

Although it is based on the predecessors, it has advanced one step, two steps, three or four steps.......

But ask how many people in this world can take those steps or two.

Terrific!

Absolutely remarkable!

This son has the wisdom of a saint!

The willow spirit shook the few ruined branches and leaves, and was extremely happy.

This little girl definitely has the qualifications of a saint, amazing!

The sea of fire is surging like a wave.

Ye Qingfeng's bitter sea is only a small point that is almost invisible, but in the bitter sea, there seems to be a fire burning.

The limbs were comfortable, but the bitter sea was scorching and unbearable, as if there was a mass of air that had been squeezed to the extreme in the bitter sea, and it could explode at any time.

How could such a small sea of bitterness fit such a terrifying air current.

Ye Qingfeng pondered with a bitter face, while running the perfect mystic method, and on the other hand, all his thoughts were concentrated on the position of the bitter sea under the umbilicus.

Other people's sea of suffering, a bottle of herb liquid in the stomach, and with the occult method, can naturally be opened.

And her sea of suffering, like a rock, the amount of tens of thousands of bottles of Baicao liquid, coupled with the optimized Xuanfa, still refuses to move.

The little girl can only comfort herself that the more difficult the process, the greater the potential.

The mystic method worked over and over again, and the essence of life hit the sea of suffering, over and over again.

I don't know how many times this process has been repeated.

Maybe it's three days, maybe it's thirty days.

I'm so hungry.

The little girl was so hungry that she bit her fingers and drank her own blood.

The blood seemed to be drained.

Finally "boom".

Under the unremitting efforts of the little girl, the rolling thunder sounded in the mighty purple fire, and even made the white jade bottle tremble slightly.

The little girl only felt that in the vast darkness, a giant axe suddenly split the sea of bitterness in her body.

Immediately after, lightning and thunder roared, and the waves were monstrous.

The waves are the sea of suffering opened up by the monks.

But the difference is that there are reefs in her bitter sea.

What's even more peculiar is that there is a hazy gray mist on the surface of the sea.

The gray mist, wrapped with terrifying thunder and lightning, was small at first, but it was constantly expanding.

The fog was supposed to be very light, but the fog seemed to be extremely heavy.

Gray mist, part of which is constantly sinking, part of which is constantly rising.

The sunken part is darker and darker, as deep as night.

The rising part is light and bright, and the feather-like wisps are wisps.

And the diffuse mist, in just a few breaths, covered the entire sea of bitterness, and was extremely domineering.