"Mr. Mishi, this person is awake. The boy in white had just finished pouring the decoction into the pot, and after a while, the boy woke up.

The boy opened his eyes and looked at everything around him in confusion: "Where am I?"

Mr. Sanshi, with a withered face, walked to the medicine barrel with a cold face: "Where is it? In hell, don't you know how many injuries you have suffered? Do you still think that you can be in the world?"

"Hell," the young man sniffed his nose slightly, choking on the strong smell of medicine around him and coughing twice: "It turns out that hell smells like this, is this also destined to be arranged?"

"I don't know what to do," Mr. Mitsushi pulled the boy's hand out of the medicine barrel, put two fingers on his vein, and began to pulse.

"What the hell is this, and there is a pulse?"

"Hey, it hurt so badly, but it didn't hurt your brain. Sanshi smiled, but the wrinkled face was really not very kind and kind, and after calling the pulse, he casually threw his arm back into the medicine barrel: "I'm sorry to tell you that you have returned to the world from hell." ”

The young man glanced down at his body soaked in the medicinal soup, and he found that his body had nearly doubled in weight, and in many places it was already skinny. When he was outside, even during his hungriest period, he had never been starved like this. This is really the feeling that some people are not like people, and ghosts are not like ghosts.

"Since you are back in the world, why do you say that it is a pity. The boy looked at Mr. Miishi in confusion.

The expression on Sanshi's face returned to its original rigidity: "Because of what? Because you will soon find that living is a thousand times more uncomfortable than dying." ”

The boy was silent, and now he was not sure if he was alive or not.

"What's the matter?" Sanshi said coldly, "For so many years, you are the first material to talk to me so much, but it doesn't matter, anyway, ......" Speaking of this, Mr. Mishi suddenly stopped talking and didn't continue.

He looked the young man up and down, shook his head slightly, and said, "That's it for now, you have a good rest, and in three days, someone will come to take you away." ”

The young man's face was still full of confusion and confusion, and he didn't realize what his situation was now: "Anyway, you saved me, I should say thank you to you." The boy suddenly shouted at Mr. Miishi's back, probably because his vocal cords had changed after his body had been thinned, and his voice had become a little sharp and hoarse.

Mr. Sanshi's body paused slightly, and he didn't turn around, but just said casually: "Soon you won't think like that." ”

........................

In this deathmatch, Ning also suffered some injuries, but compared to the big battle with the Black Water Snake, this time Ning has obviously mastered some of his own fighting methods.

Regarding the use of refining techniques, just like martial arts are to Xihe, they are all born to know, and many times they can be displayed by raising their hands, and how to face what situation is as if it has been engraved in his soul early in the morning.

Back in the small courtyard of Kongshan, Ning went back to the room alone, and under Kongshan's arrangement, Alan moved in with Ah Jing and Guan Yun, and this room was completely left to Ning.

Dinner was brought to the room by Sakura Luan to Ning, and the food was relatively simple as a piece of lamb chops, plus some milk wine that was more popular in the black town, and some noodle meals. In any case, compared to the night of starvation outside the city, such a standard of food was quite perfect.

There were two full plates of food, Ning almost ate them all, he was shocked that his appetite was so good, the key was that before that, he didn't feel hungry at all.

After eating this dinner, Ning lay back on his bed, and when he turned over, he was lightly touched by something around his waist, and reached out to touch it, which turned out to be the spoils of a death battle, the spine pulled out of the Sal sheep.

He casually took this bone in his hand and gently weighed it, from the end of the deathfight to the present, the temperature on this spine has not dissipated, even now Ning holds it in the palm of his hand, and there is still a slight burning sensation in it.

The original bone shape of the spinal cord is no longer very noticeable, this is only a part of it, and it is fused into one.

Some people with extraordinary eyesight, such as Kong Shan who watched the game, and Jiang Qing who was in the trial meeting, they all saw that Ning had refined the Sal sheep, but how to refine the Sal sheep into the backbone in front of him, I am afraid that no one could imagine.

During the battle, Sal Yang completely entered the state of Blood Vajra, and he was able to reassemble the enchanted mirror image cast by Shattered Ning again and again, and everyone felt that Ning was being beaten passively, but they didn't know that all this had been arranged by him from the beginning of the battle.

After seeing Sal Yang lose control and enter the Blood King Kong state, Ning's mind naturally had a battle strategy to deal with this opponent.

The enchanted mirror image was not resisting the frantic attacks of the Thrall sheep at all, but constantly had to fuel this blood vajra fire until it boiled.

Everyone saw Sal Yang's blood-colored qi burning out of his body at the end, thinking that he had entered the state of a little grandmaster for a short time, but who would have thought that this step was induced by Ning step by step.

Every time the shattered mirror image did not completely react the power on Sal Yang's body, but in a special way, blasted him out of the body's blood and returned to his body by double the magnitude, so Sal Yang seemed to be burning blood and fighting, but there was no weakness at all, but the more he fought, the more he fought, the more mad he became.

In the end, Sal Yang's body endured twice as much qi and blood as before the war, and he was born to refine his own essence and spirit.

But as long as he can retain a bit of sanity, he will not follow the pit that Ning dug step by step into this abyss, and he can only blame this secret method of blood alchemy for being too evil and treacherous, once it gets out of control, he completely loses his humanity and wisdom.

This time in the refining weapon, Ning mainly mastered two important key points, one is to add fuel and firewood, so that the burning blood and qi reach the peak, and the second is the final stage of the instrument, the previous drip layout was completely stimulated at the last moment, and half of the body of Sal Yang was blown up on the spot, but not too much blood was shed, and the essence of the qi and blood of the body was all absorbed by this section of the backbone.

His mind turned, and Ning ran a wisp of spiritual power into this spine, and a cloud of blood mist slowly filled, and in a moment, the spinal cord turned into a bone flute, and the blood-colored lines were densely covered with the flute body, and the magic weapon was completely refined.