It's not a white fat doll.

This ginseng is like an old man with a beard, wrinkled, with a fierce face, and he is waving his teeth and claws at him.

"The ugliness of the real mother..."

Zhang Biao muttered.

It is not surprising to him that elixirs such as ginseng, zhi, and shou wu are old and easy to become essences.

As if to understand his words, Sam Jing suddenly opened his mouth and puffed out colorful smoke.

Zhang Biao hurriedly turned his head to avoid it.

Even so, he still felt dizzy, and hurriedly took out the Awakening Grass and sniffed it fiercely, which eased his strength.

Leaving the dragon corpse, he spewed out natal poisonous smoke again, and the ginseng essence was completely sluggish, and he closed his eyes and stopped moving.

Zhang Biao wrapped it carefully and looked around again.

He already had a goal in mind, this dragon blood spirit ginseng was undoubtedly a treasure for today's Qi Refining Stage cultivators, and it must not be missed.

The area of this dragon corpse medicine field is not small, and after less than fifty steps forward, another dragon blood spirit ginseng was found.

With experience, Zhang Biao picked faster this time, and without waiting for his reflection, he flew over and dragged it up.

Flexibly avoid toxic smoke and wrap it well.

In this way, in less than an hour, he had picked five spiritual ginseng plants, and gradually discovered the pattern.

This kind of excellent treasure medicine also has territorial divisions.

Around them, there are at most some Sparks, and like the Awakening Grass, they are usually accompanied by the same level of Soul Eater Mushroom.

Unconsciously, it has passed through the small half of the dragon's body.

Suddenly, an endless feeling of exhaustion and dizziness came to my heart, which was the cause of the excessive energy consumption.

Even if he has a face and a beam to protect his body, with his cultivation, he can't stay in the spirit world for too long.

Zhang Biao was a little regretful, running the Sanyang True Fire, and a great suction force came from behind him.

His eyes were black, and he had returned to his body.

He meditated cross-legged, and after recovering a little, he took out the elixir from his bosom and looked left and right, his face full of joy.

Whoa...

In the distance, the sound of nail scraping and footsteps sounded.

"Hold on over there!"

"Calculate the gunpowder configuration, don't make a mistake."

"All passages must be blocked!"

As soon as Zhang Biao heard it, he knew what was going on.

If the court wants to develop the Longshi Cave, the black murderer raging in the tunnel must be guarded against.

Judging from past experience, these black and fierce yin soldiers, except for the central gossip array, cannot penetrate the walls in other places, and blowing up the tunnels to block them is the best way.

"!"

Zhang Biao scolded secretly, got up and left.

He was so fast that he didn't dare to slack off.

Thundered......

Not long after, the sound of shaking came from a distance, and the earth and rocks in the tunnel fell with a clatter.

Immediately afterward, there was a roar of the yin wind, black fog surging in the tunnel, hoarfrost spreading, and shouts of killing came from far and near.

Sure enough, this movement woke up the black murderer again.

Fortunately, Zhang Biao had expected it, and quickly climbed out of the passage and blocked it with stones.

Call~

The wind roared, and as it had done the last time, it passed through another fork in the road, and did not rush to this side.

Zhang Biao had a vague guess in his heart.

This black murder is formed by the soul of the Yin soldier and the fierce aura, if no one controls it, it will only march according to the route of the memory before death.

But it's not necessarily.

Just like last time, they also rushed out of the Tongzheng Workshop and fought hard against the Fire Luo Sect for a long time.

It should be attracted by a large amount of blood gas.

Thinking about the reason, Zhang Biao was a little regretful.

The black ferocious in the tunnels is raging, and it will not be able to subside for a while. Today, even if there is spare energy, it is no longer possible to enter the harvest.

Just right, go back and try the efficacy of the treasure medicine.

After wrapping up the spirit grass and going out to say hello to Guo Wadang, Zhang Biao left in a hurry.

What he didn't notice was that among the craftsmen in Guojiawan, a young man of eighteen or nineteen secretly raised his head, looked at his distant figure, and glanced at the dark room, his eyes were full of greed...

…………

"Mountains outside the mountains, buildings outside the building, the east of the river will never return, ask you how sad you can be?"

On the streets, a group of children ran by singing songs, chasing and laughing.

"Bullshit, bullshit!"

When a Confucian student next to him heard it, he shook his head and said regretfully: "A good sentence, why doesn't the preface match the afterword?" ”

He grabbed a boy and asked, "Excuse me, who wrote this ballad?" ”

The boy sniffled, "I forgot, eat a sugar gourd, maybe you can remember." ”

"Tsk, the world is going down."

Confucian was helpless and took out a few copper plates.

The boy took it, his eyes were full of cunning, "It's an old Taoist who taught me to sing, and I gave the money, and the rest is not clear." ”

Say it, hee-hee and run away.

Confucian was stunned for a long time, "The people of the capital are really cunning, and they are not even kind to a boy." ”

Zhang Biao happened to pass by, and his eyes changed slightly.

This is the code he agreed with Cui Laodao, and he will only use it in case of emergency.

Could it be that something happened to Cui Laodao?

He returned home thoughtfully, but he was not in a hurry, but plucked a few ginseng whiskers and combined them with other medicinal materials to make Bazhen Qi and Blood Soup.

One is that the sky is not dark, which is not conducive to action.

Second, he just came out of the tunnel, his spirit was exhausted, and the true qi in his body was even more empty, and if he didn't adjust his state, he couldn't deal with the danger.

Goodo......

The white soup in the pot is boiling, and the fragrance is overflowing.

Zhang Biao sniffed, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

In the past, the Bazhen Qi and Blood Soup had a strong flavor of medicinal herbs and a fishy smell of tiger bones, but now it has the smell of flowers.

The eye of the spirit has been checked, and it has been entered into a product.

It is worthy of the three-grade spiritual ginseng, you know, just add a few ginseng whiskers, and the effect is not weaker than that of Liangfu treasure ginseng.

It's not that he is stingy, but he makes a decoction, pays attention to the ratio of a monarch and a minister, and the effect of spiritual ginseng is too strong, and other medicines can't keep up, so it's better to use a single ginseng soup.

It is also necessary to prevent the appearance of erysipelas.

Drink a bowl and feel hot.

Zhang Biao's forehead was visible to the naked eye, oozing fine sweat.

Not only that, from the bones to the skin, the fascia to the internal organs, there is a feeling of soreness, numbness, itching and unbearable.

This is the effect of spiritual ginseng forging body.

Zhang Biao didn't dare to slack off, stood on the mixed yuan pile, and played a few punches in a row to refine, and the feeling of sour numbness gradually disappeared.

After taking the medicine, he only felt energetic and refreshed, but his strength did not increase.

Zhang Biao is not surprised.

Whether it's refining qi or forging the body, it's not a one-time effort, and if you want to hurry, you can do it, unless you want to become a monster like Dragon Disease.

By the end of the day, night had fallen.

Zhang Biao changed his night clothes, matched all the magic weapons, ran up the wall, and blended into the night.

Coming to the dark alley near Jing'anfang, Cui Laodao arrived just in time, full of worries, looking around.

"What's going on?"

Zhang Biao frowned and asked.

"Immortal Master, I found it over there!"

Cui Laodao played a trick and deliberately did not mention that he was troublesome, but said that Liang Qiuyue found a clue to the Killing Sect, but was injured by the other party and fell for the spell.

"Oh?"

Zhang Biao didn't care, and said in a deep voice: "Well, I'll take a look first." ”

He had already touched the Left Protector of the Killing Sect, and at the moment, the Jade Capital City was like a pitch-black jungle, with a turbulent undercurrent, and both sides were hiding in the shadows.

Just like a fierce beast lurking, in a spell battle, knowing the opponent's whereabouts in advance, whether it is setting a trap or sneak attack, you can occupy a huge advantage.

Most of them are also tracking his whereabouts.

At this time, the curfew had not been lifted, Cui Laodao was old, and he did not have the ability to fly the eaves and walk the wall, so Zhang Biao had to go to Anxingfang alone......

…………

Burst!

The candles flickered, waking up Qiu Chenyi who was contemplative.

He looked at the briefing in his hand and said thoughtfully: "The six gates were relocated, the Yuzhen Mansion occupied the Tongzheng Fang, and the wall of the workshop was also strengthened, and the watchtower was built..."

"What's down there..."

Crunch!

"Who?!"

Qiu Chenyi was shocked in his heart, took out the judge's pen from his waist, was short, and hid under the wall.

He deliberately did not sweep the snow in the courtyard, and whenever anyone entered, the sound of stepping on the snow would be difficult to hide.

As for hiding under the wall, he was afraid that the Killing Sect would chase him, so he cast a spell on him through the window.

Outside the hospital, a deep voice sounded:

"Cui Tiezui asked me to save people."

Qiu Chenyi's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly opened the door.

I saw a person standing on the snow outside the courtyard, with a black robe and a ghost face, and a skull hanging from his waist.

Under the moonlit night, it was like a ghost descending.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a good person.

Qiu Chenyi carefully arched his hand and said, "But Tai Sui Immortal Master? ”

"Where's the person?"

Zhang Biao nodded, and didn't talk nonsense.

Qiu Chenyi hurriedly raised his hand, "It's in the house, please come in." ”

Zhang Biao entered the house under his leadership, and saw Liang Qiuyue lying on the bed, cold and airy, and her face seemed to be painted with a layer of white paint.

The Psionic Eye worked, and information rushed in:

Liang Qiuyue (Fan)

1, the daughter of the capital general, in order to avenge her father, secretly tracked down the killing sect.

2. Resolute by nature, courageous, good at using spears, and superb in style.

3. If it is a man's body, he should fight the sword in the world...

4. Killing in the body teaches the magic of life: snatching souls, living souls fall into the spirit world, and they are in danger...

The Soul Snatcher Curse is most likely the work of that Spiritual Void.

Fallen into the spirit realm?

Zhang Biao frowned, and said to Qiu Chenyi: "I want to cast a spell to save people, you guard outside, and no one is allowed to come in!" ”

"Good!"

Qiu Chenyi knew that the situation was urgent, so he had to put away his curiosity and guard the door with the judge's pen.

Only then did Zhang Biao take out a small half of the awakening divine grass from the skin bag around his waist.

Awakening Grass has the function of relieving spells, relieving ecstasy, and Gu poison, although it is better to make pills, but it also has an effect when eaten raw.

Zhang Biao looked around and saw that there were no dishes and chopsticks in the room, so he threw them directly into his mouth and chewed them, and then stuffed them into Liang Qiuyue's mouth.

After all, it was a second-grade spirit grass, and Xu Lingxu's soul-snatching spell was only a first-grade, and as soon as he took it, there were streams of black gas accompanied by white frost, spreading outward from Liang Qiuyue's body.

Zhang Biao sat cross-legged at this time, put the noodle beam on his head, and jumped into the ......

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Am I dead?

Liang Qiuyue sat on the ground with her hands on her knees.

She looked around in confusion.

It was still in Qiu Chenyi's house before, but it was completely rotten and covered with mold, as if it had passed endless years.

Five feet away, it was all darkness.

She turned around a few times, and happened to meet a dead soul, and wanted to ask for directions, but when she saw that his seven holes were bleeding, she turned around and ran away.

Dizzy, I don't know where I've gone.

It was already dark all around, and only half a foot of ground could be seen under his feet, as if there was only one person in heaven and earth.

The biting cold made her head gradually numb.

Is this the afterlife?

It's cold......

Liang Qiuyue slowly closed her eyes.

Behind her, a black mist surged, and a pair of miserable white palms rested on her shoulders......

(End of chapter)