"Empress Niang, the medicinal materials have been collected, let's leave here as soon as possible to develop an antidote for the emperor. "You can't stay too much at the scene of the crime, Qingling has a lot of time to remind the queen to leave.

The queen turned her head sharply, and without hearing the footsteps, she realized that Qingling had come behind her. Reining in his slightly frightened expression, he glanced at the few brocade boxes that Qing Ling was holding in his hand and said, "Go back, His Majesty the Emperor's illness cannot be delayed." ”

The two of them returned the same way before, in this palace, the status of the queen is noble, Qing Ling doesn't care that she walks in front to lead the way for herself, and more than half an hour passes, through one checkpoint after another, the two finally return to the palace where the emperor of the Tianjin Empire is recuperating.

After an hour of absence, there were people here to take care of it, and the emperor did not appear to have any unusual appearance. It will take a little time to dispense the medicine before treating him.

The so-called dispensing is that the elixirs obtained by the bar are refined into pills, which can not only clear the toxins in the body, but also regulate the body and give him a life, so that the emperor can live for at least three or five years.

When it comes to eradicating the way, it is not impossible, but now that the situation is chaotic, if the emperor is really allowed to continue to reign for decades, it will not make much sense, and his wolf-like sons will sooner or later seek to usurp the throne and destroy him. Rather than let him see what his children do in the future, it is better to 'die in peace' in a few years.

He asked the empress to go to the side hall to dispense medicine, and Qing Ling was assigned to a side hall near the emperor's recuperation palace. The place had been cleaned up, and all kinds of pharmaceutical equipment had been prepared, and it seemed that they had been prepared when the queen took her to the Treasure Pavilion of the Underground Palace.

It's a pity that Qingling refining medicine doesn't need these things, and it really cost the queen a lot of good intentions.

Take out his own medicine tripod, the fire attribute true yuan with his fingers did not enter the medicine tripod a little, and a burst of flame of 'Teng~~' brought fire wind out of the Ding furnace, under the control of Qing Ling, the flame turned red, and the elixir to refine and rescue the emperor was not of high quality, and it was just a second-grade pill. Therefore, the flame used does not have to be too violent, the red flame is just a flame that is several times stronger than the ordinary fire.

The red flame is followed by the blue flame, the golden flame, the white flame, and the colorless flame. And the only things that Qing Ling can master now are red flames, blue flames, and golden flames. Wait for her alchemy skills to improve again, or have some adventures to use a higher level of flames.

The flames were laid out in the medicine pod, and they burned in the air for about a minute, and Qing Ling used his spiritual power to control the brocade boxes floating around him to slowly open. The main thing placed in the brocade box is the elixir she took out from the treasure cabinet of the dungeon, in addition to a few medicines, the dungeon does not have a good collection in her Qiankun ring.

The seemingly chaotic strands of medicinal herbs were thrown into the medicine pod by Qingling, but after touching the flames, they were burned into pieces and burned into medicinal powder or refined into medicinal liquid. At this time, Qing Ling realized how obviously her spiritual power had increased, and it seemed that her control had also improved a lot. This is the effect of the purple spar at the center of her eyebrows.

Usually I can't feel it when I don't use my mental power, but as soon as I use my mental power, every wisp of spiritual power in the sea of clear spirit is running faster, and every wisp of spiritual power is growing faster through the spar, and every wisp of it is growing stronger, and at this moment she has never felt that every minute and every second of mental power is growing rapidly.

The mind is getting clearer and clearer, and the more than a dozen medicinal materials in the medicine tripod have also begun to fuse together, and the speed of refining medicine is several times faster than before, although it is refining low-grade elixir, it is also beneficial for Qingling to have such an improvement.

It seems that she will also practice more spiritual power in the future, and a kind of spiritual sense of perception guides her, as if telling her the wonder of spiritual power. Perception made her feel that the key to mental power might be a great help for her in the future.

'Condensation!' With an order, the medicinal powder and liquid in the medicine pod fused together perfectly, and they spun rapidly, and the spiritual power penetrated into this pill with the true element of the wood attribute, allowing the medicinal power in it to exert its greater effect. A second-grade pill can be practiced in only ten minutes. If this speed was known by other alchemists, they would definitely think that Qingling was the god of medicine!

After coming into contact with the Immortal Dao Academy, Qing Ling realized that there really existed in this world the legendary eight-rank and nine-grade alchemists, and among the ten major sects where she lived, even the sect master of the Holy Dan Sect was only a seventh-grade alchemist, and several other alchemists were only sixth-grade and fifth-grade alchemists, not even as good as Qingling. This incident once again proves that this thing is really a person's greatest wealth, and no matter how many people exhaust everything, they can't ask for it.

"Dancheng!" Jiao's voice sounded from Qingling's mouth, the flame in the medicine tripod was suddenly extinguished, and a round blue-green pill rolled and swirled, this is the pill that can heal the life of the emperor of the Tianjin Empire, the second-grade pill - the Poison Creation Pill.

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