Bai Wuxian slowly activated the firepower, and the fire in the giant furnace was manipulated to open its teeth and claws, and the temperature around it gradually increased, illuminating Bai Wuxie's outline extremely clearly: white beard, white eyelashes, white long hair, and a plain white robe, dressed like a fairy.

After the fire was neutralized and the alchemy conditions were reached, Bai Wuxian threw a fu of medicinal materials into the giant furnace. When the various medicinal materials condensed into a fist-sized crystal under the calcination of firepower, Bai Wuxian poured the white dragon blood into the crystal body with a wave of his robe, and then urged it with firepower, the crystal turned red, and then as the temperature rose, the crystal turned into a red elixir.

After being roasted by the fire, a smell of medicine spread from the giant furnace, looking at the pill that was rapidly tumbling in the fire, Bai Wuxian waved his sleeves and summoned the crimson pill from the giant furnace.

Holding the elixir that was still burning hot, Bai Wuxian nodded with satisfaction, turned his head to look at the person lying on the ground, walked up to him, pinched his chin, opened his lips, pushed the elixir into his mouth, patted the man's chest, and the elixir was swallowed into his stomach.

"Whether you can come back to life depends on your creation. The old man did his best!"

After doing this, Bai Wuxian wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath, and then withdrew, and the soul body flew into the body trapped in the cage, and continued to meditate cross-legged and recuperate.

Time passed unconsciously for three days and three nights.

During these times, the members of the royal family scattered everywhere in search of the imperial dragon who had run away from the madness. The result was nothing. Rumors quickly spread among the clan that the dragon had self-immolated to ashes, or that the dragon had been eaten by a beast.

Some people were sad and began to recall the simplicity, kindness and help given to them by the imperial dragon; some people sighed that as the heir of the imperial family, their fate was not as good as that of mortals, and they were tortured at a young age; some people gloated and eliminated the troubles in their hearts, and sneered and rejoiced.

When a person disappears, the only thing that can affect the heart the most is that person's relatives.

One night, Emperor Yu stopped in front of an old tomb, looked up at the full moon in the sky, and muttered to himself, "Long'er, I don't believe ......"

If this person has someone who loves and loves him, his disappearance will also haunt the person and make him unable to calm his mind.

In a boudoir, Mo Xiang'er sat at the table, the lantern filled with fireflies emitted a faint fluorescence, outlining the face of a beautiful girl extremely charming and seductive. She dragged her cheeks, her eyes were blank, and she whispered, "Brother Long, where are you?"

Also concerned about the Imperial Dragon are the people of the Nine Snake Clan.

A window was wide open, and the light of the full moon could penetrate into the room, and the black shadow of the window lattice changed shape and lay on the floor of the room. A young girl paced restlessly back and forth in the house.

Master said that I had a catastrophe this year, but I never expected it to be a love catastrophe, and what I lost was the little pig who loved me the most and knew me the most. ”

The snake spirit wanted to cry without tears, looking at the bright moon in the night sky outside the window.

A thin cloud drifted by, and the light of the moonlight faded considerably.

"It's like my mood, vast, desolate. ”

The snake spirit looked uneasy, raised a roll of parchment in his hand, and muttered.

"There is no news from the little puppet so far. ”

"Fluttering", a carrier pigeon flew down to the windowsill and cooed.

The snake spirit hurriedly ran to the carrier pigeon and said, "Did he really set himself on fire? Where did he run away, and there is no news at all?"

The carrier pigeon purred again.

The snake spirit sighed heavily and slumped into the chair in front of the window.

"I killed him!"

In the hall of the Nine Snake Clan, the Seven Elders were plotting with the other elders on a major matter.

"Emperor Yu Lao'er, he lost his beloved son, he must not have the heart to do a good defense, we just took the opportunity to lead the army to carry out a sneak attack!"

"Yes, I think the Seven Brothers have a point! Let's do it!"

"Yes!

"I raise my hands in favor!"

Outside, a gentle breeze blew the pine trees all over the garden and made a mournful whimper.

At the top of Mount Tai's Aolai Peak, in addition to refining pills to regulate this black body, the white-haired old Taoist also played his internal strength every day to help him replenish some vitality.

His inner strength is not like the formless of others, but the color of the tangible, like a rainbow.

Moreover, this internal strength can be big or small, and the direction is also accurate.

This is something that is difficult for ordinary warriors to do.

It can be seen that Bai Wuxie's internal strength is unfathomable and cannot be underestimated.

Every day, different pills are mixed with the blood of the white dragon to prepare different pills, and these pills are divided into two, one for the emperor dragon and one for the white dragon.

When the time was drawn to the sixth day, after Bai Wuxian gave the newly refined pill to Bai Long to take, Bai Wuxian instructed him to cultivate quietly and wait for the tenth pill to have the function of transforming before returning to the cave entrance.

This time he did not ask the white dragon for his blood. The white dragon took the pill with doubts and re-entered the water.

After six days and six nights of self-refining, the person lying on the ground had faded the color of ashes and regained new skin, and a young and handsome face appeared in front of Bai Wuxie.

To Bai Wuxian's surprise, a person with a curse seal turned out to be a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy!

"You must have suffered a lot, young man. ”

Bai Wuxian suddenly had mercy.

Judging from his pulse, this young man is a rare martial arts wizard.

He has a wide bloodline, developed bones, and full of dantian qi, and his territory for practicing internal strength and martial arts is particularly solid.

Moreover, he has a majestic internal strength in his body, which is enough to be at the level of a king.

It stands to reason that such internal strength would never be able to be achieved without 100 years of hard work. And this young man's ability to cultivate to such a terrifying level, and he was still suppressed by the curse seal before, and he couldn't exert himself, which shows how terrible the young man's mental torture is because of this.

"Blessings and misfortunes lurk, and misfortunes and blessings depend on. Born to suffer from the seal, but he has achieved a martial genius, unparalleled in the world, this is also your creation. ”

"When you wake up, you are also a martial artist in the talent world, although compared with your before, the internal strength is a little damaged, but it is already very good to be able to keep the internal strength, but it can only be after the curse ......seal is dissolved."

Bai Wuxian looked at the young man who was gradually breathing slowly, twisted his beard, and said to himself, "The physical body is almost recovered, I don't know if your soul has suffered any losses. If you wake up and become a fool and have no previous memories, it can be regarded as the fate of you and me, I will teach you the exercises of immortality, and accompany the old to immortality. ”

"If you come back to life and everything is normal,......" Bai Wuxian sighed, shook his head and said, "Throughout the ages, no one has ever been able to break the curse seal of the Wu Clan, and even if it can be controlled, it will require the internal strength of the Great Emperor level. But you also have to sacrifice a lot of internal strength, and it is also possible that as you get older, your internal strength will not increase but decrease, until you become a wasted person. ”

Thinking of this annoying thought, Bai Wuxian sighed continuously, and after a long time, as soon as he flashed, his soul body burrowed into the body trapped in the cage and continued to meditate.

The light streaked through the night again. On the second day, when the scorching sun had just shone into the cave, the young man lying on the ground opened his eyes.