In a trance, Xiao Qi woke up from a dream, and he didn't know whether everything he saw in front of him was a dream or real.

At this moment, in front of him, three vague figures floated in the air. Their bodies were very weak, like light and shadow after being infiltrated by water, and if they were not staring intently, they could hardly see clearly.

The one on the left is an old man with a white beard and white robe, with a smiling expression and a gloomy face all the time.

But his facial features are okay, at least he doesn't look seeping, at least he looks much better than the guy on his right side with a red beard and looks like a butcher.

What made Xiao Qi even more unacceptable was that this guy's eyes turned out to be alive, and when Xiao Qi stared at him, he was also staring at Xiao Qi.

An inexplicable sense of fear made Xiao Qi subconsciously want to retreat. But his body seemed to be frozen in place by some force, and he couldn't even move.

In order to avoid being frightened to death by your red-bearded evil eyes, Xiao Qi turned his gaze to another angle. Where was hanged, it was a scholar. He was covered in a Confucian shirt, although he turned his back to himself and couldn't see his true face clearly, he still gave Xiao Qi a lot of good feelings from his heart.

Xiao Qi was about to step forward to say hello, but the perspective suddenly turned into a bird's-eye view, and his whole person seemed to be hanging in the air, looking down. Suddenly, Xiao Qi unexpectedly found that in his own perspective, countless swarthy coffins had been opened, and there were at least a few thousand of them.

And where are these three hanging, but they are being locked in that coffin.

They were also wrapped in many blue threads, which were like vines that trapped them firmly inside the swarthy coffin.

Seeing this clearly, Xiao Qi was no longer afraid of them. At least he knew that in his position, they couldn't rush out.

Xiao Qi looked at them curiously, at first driven by curiosity, but gradually, he realized that he seemed to have some subtle connection with these three figures.

Especially when he stared at the white-bearded and white-robed old man, in an instant, a lot of things appeared in his mind.

It was very vague at first, but it didn't take long for it to fill his mind, most of which were some messy memory fragments, which Xiao Qi was not interested in, but the last set of mysterious practice mantras attracted Xiao Qi's attention.

This is the true cultivation method, and it is still at the level of Taixuan.

After Xiao Qi sensed this set of formulas, he was immediately intoxicated.

You must know that in the Little Heaven Realm, a set of cultivation techniques is worth thousands of immortal coins.

Sensei said that Xiao Qi was poor laborers in carrying corpses like this, even if it was those ministries, he was not necessarily qualified to obtain a set of true cultivation methods.

Not to mention that it's still too mysterious.

Xiao Qi's heart was secretly developed.

Helplessly, this Taixuan Gang Qi cultivation true recipe doesn't seem to be complete, only the mantra part under the foundation.

Although there were some fly in the ointment, Xiao Qi was still very excited to integrate that set of mantras into his memory.

As for those broken memories, he cleared them out.

Just after Xiao Qi fused the innate qi technique, what made him even more strange was that he saw that the white-bearded and white-robed man suddenly brightened up red lines, and as those lines turned, Xiao Qi also felt that there seemed to be an aura in his body wandering around.

Yes!

Xiao Qi paused for a moment, and soon sensed that there was actually a cultivation community between himself and the white-bearded old man, which meant that Xiao Qi only needed to run the magic trick on the white-bearded old man to obtain the aura he cultivated.

When Xiao Qi turned his eyes to the red-bearded fat man again, he was suddenly swept by a cold aura.

Then Xiao Qi heard a cold voice roaring in the sea of knowledge: "Stinky boy, if you want to integrate Lao Tzu's consciousness, you are not worthy."

As a chill swept in, Xiao Qi trembled, and then there was a tingling pain in his head, and he woke up from that absurd and uninhibited dream.

What is this place?

Xiao Qi looked around blankly and found himself in a palace.

The decoration is elaborate, and the walls are covered with a kind of golden silk silk. There were also all kinds of exquisite ornaments hanging on it, and what shocked Xiao Qi even more was that in the center of the hall, there was actually an old Jun furnace, and there were all kinds of pill bottles and jars hanging around him, and there was a crane head on it that was spewing outward, curling smoke.

Am I still dreaming?

Xiao Qi frowned deeply, his expression even more dazed. The more I hesitated, the more I wanted to explore clearly. So Xiao Qi quickly looked for familiar things from every angle in the hall to determine where he was.

When he turned his eyes to the right corner of the hall, he found that there was a silver-headed white python entrenched on the ground, at first glance, Xiao Qi didn't notice anything wrong, but when he looked closely, he was immediately shocked. This silver snake is the same as the reckless giant python I saw in the plane battlefield that day, but it seems to be much smaller.

The silver snake raised its head, and its scarlet eyes stared at Xiao Qi and spit out the snake letter. The slender red lines were as sharp as the edge of a sword. Xiao Qi naturally didn't dare to provoke it, so he hurriedly turned his head to the left, only to see that in the other corner of the palace, a chubby boy was imprisoned. His unkempt hair makes it impossible to see his appearance. Xiao Qi subconsciously thought of his good brother Huzi, so he couldn't suppress his inner impulse anymore, and Huo Ran got up.

When Xiao Qi ran to the cage, the fat boy was also suddenly alert, staring at Xiao Qi with very frightened eyes.... At this time, Xiao Qi also saw the other party's appearance clearly, and it was not a tiger. He also had bright dark eyes, but he was distracted. After getting closer, Xiao Qi found that the fat of his body was very strange, as if there was qi in his body to blow it up. Its real fingers, as well as its legs and feet, are almost skinny.

Could it be that there is a strange disease? Xiao Qi inexplicably felt that he was very pitiful.

"Why are you imprisoned here?" Although Xiao Qi's voice was very low, the fat boy still listened to it word for word.

The originally sloppy gaze has also become condensed.

"I... I...."The fat boy said two words in a row... Then he shut up again.

"Don't be afraid.... I'll keep it a secret for you," Xiao Qi saw the fear in the fat boy's eyes, so he encouraged him again.

"I... I" I didn't know that the fat boy was still mine and mine, and I couldn't say a whole word.

Xiao Qi felt really bored, so he ignored him anymore. After all, with his current ability, it was not enough to break through the iron locks of those few centimeters of heavy cage.

At this moment, a gray shadow rushed into the main hall, so frightened that Xiao Qi hurriedly bent down to hide, but his actions were always slow, and immediately a killing intent enveloped him, making him dare not act rashly.

Then a hunchbacked old man with a withered face and a dove looked like an old dove walked slowly. His scarlet eyes radiated a chilling glow.

As soon as he beckoned, Xiao Qi suddenly felt that his body was torn by a powerful suction, and he couldn't hold himself in an instant, so he floated in the air.

The moment his neck was clawed by the camel's claws, his breathing became difficult. The camel ignored it, and slowly raised one hand, and the circle of purple flames burned like a ghost.

Samadhi True Fire?

Looking at the flame, Xiao Qi recalled a record in the Plane Immortal Record that the Samadhi True Fire is the Taoist True Fire, which can burn all the things of the Five Elements. If it is not real water, it cannot be extinguished... Tao uses refining tools and alchemy, and it can also hurt people.

Just when Xiao Qi lost his mind, the hunchbacked old man shot at the center of Xiao Qi's eyebrows like a gust of wind, and suddenly the samadhi true fire drilled into Xiao Qi's body.

Then a wave of heat rose in Xiao Qi's body, making his body so hot that even his blood felt like it was going to be ignited.

Xiao Qi struggled in pain, but the camel ignored it and threw it into an iron cage.

After that, he turned around and left with a slight sneer, and that smile was as terrifying as a ghost in Xiao Qi's eyes....

Human body stove!

Furnace Ding Alchemy!

There was a series of chains, and the fat boy on the other side shook the fence vigorously, repeating the two sentences in a tone that bordered on despair. From his empty eyes, Xiao Qi seemed to sense that he was about to bring a tragic fate.

In order to increase the quality of the alchemy success rate, some cultivators did not hesitate to use people to make the furnace tripod, and use the essence of the human body to nourish the alchemy, and finally the day of the completion of the pill was the time when the person in the furnace ran out of oil and dried up.

This kind of evil art had originally been banned by the Plane Immortal Alliance, but he didn't expect to be encountered by himself at this time.

Xiao Qi was in great pain and despair....... All kinds of pharmacological forces in the body dispersed, and suddenly the whole body swelled as if it was inflated, and at this time, it looked almost the same as the fat boy next to him.

Now he can finally understand the pain of that fat boy.... They looked at each other without tears, neither of them wanted to say another word, as if everything had become meaningless. Now they are already the living dead ... Once it becomes a human flesh stove, it makes no difference whether it is dead or alive.