"Hanhai is incomprehensible, tell the brothers to withdraw!"

Ye Liuyun tapped his palm with a folding fan, and the red natal book flowed brightly, the pages of the book were wide open, and the golden streamers returned to the book. The last golden light dissipated, Ye Liuyun took a step forward, grabbed Hanhai and muttered quietly.

"Brother, you see that the person you called didn't help much. Isn't this book..."

Hanhai struggled to break free from his clutches and quickly disappeared.

"Think beautifully! Read one less book, and the ghost will ignore you next time. Also, the literary luck used to borrow books must be deducted from your spiritual power!"

"What!"

There was an emptiness in front of him, Ye Liuyun felt that his life was very bitter, really bitter...

His face turned pale in an instant, and Ye Liuyun felt that his feet were weak. Staggering and sitting down cross-legged, he was going to hurry up and breathe.

No wonder this stinky boy only released more than 100 natal books, if it is really as it says, all the books are rushed out, and he will be squeezed dry on the spot.

Although the magic weapon is good, you must not use it too much. Because even if you use it, it doesn't necessarily work. It's also quite expensive...

"Hey, it's just that, and the time is also fate. ”

After meditating and pranayama in place for nearly an hour, Ye Liuyun felt better. Xiao Man was always waiting quietly by his side, and Ye Liuyun got up and hugged his fists.

"I'm tired of leading the way, Ye is grateful. ”

The two figures quickly disappeared into the depths of the woods, one after the other.

In the cave at the top of the peak, the Xiufang fairy Ding Jirou sat in front of the thatched hut. There was an alchemy furnace in front of him, and the lilac flames in the furnace were burning.

Under the thatched hut, Da Man arranged several spirit arrays to protect his Dharma. Not to mention Ding Jirou, just with a barbarian expression, he told Tang Qingshan that refining medicine this time was not an easy task.

Standing behind the fairy, Tang Qingshan's eyes were complicated.

Ding Jirou had already sacrificed the refined return to the true and returned to the soul, the jade hand swirled lightly, and a jasper box appeared in the palm of his hand. The treasure crate gently opened a crack, and a woman's singing voice came out of it. It's melodious and imaginative.

"Tang Gongzi, please relax your spirits. I'm going to get started!"

"It's all out of the fairies. ”

Bowing slightly, even if Tang Qingshan had a thousand words at this time, he didn't dare to delay any longer. A magic battle was struck, and a light blue halo enveloped Tang Qingshan's body, flying into the jade box along with the elixir.

Tang Qingshan's soul and elixir in the jade box continued to merge, and with the melodious singing in his ears, he slowly closed his eyes.

After Tang Qingshan's soul and elixir were all loaded into the jade box, Ding Jirou began to untie his clothes.

"Great Immortal, don't you regret doing this for him?"

Daman knelt on his knees, tears already flowing slowly down his face.

"You have followed me for more than 800 years, and you will not know why I am doing penance here. ”

"But... But you've done enough, and now you're gambling with your own life! If you lose, we'll have nothing! If you win, it's not good for you. Daman doesn't understand..."

Looking at Da Man kneeling on the ground, Ding Jirou couldn't bear it in his heart.

"Daman, I only ask you for one thing. The elixir is refined, and he is given to the person who came to get the medicine. Don't worry about the rest, it's my life, I believe it!"

"But you..."

Da Man stood up and took two steps forward excitedly.

"Dharma Protector!"

Listening to Ding Jirou's unquestionable voice, Da Man retreated. Turning his back to her, Da Man stretched out his hands and spread his palms, and two pale yellow curtains of light enveloped the entire cave.

Seeing that Da Man had arranged the formation, Ding Jirou took out a knife with a hook. This knife is called Cutting Heart, and it is a spiritual weapon that has been hidden in the snow for many years. As the name suggests, the knife is the most suitable for bleeding.

Tang Qingshan's soul was too fragile, although Ding Jirou used his natal magic weapon Xiaomeng to chant softly, fusing him with the elixir. But as soon as he entered this purple cloud fire tempering, Tang Qingshan's soul would inevitably turn into ashes.

If it wasn't refined through the Purple Cloud Fire, it wouldn't be able to bring Tang Qingshan back to life at all. Only with special spiritual weapons and extraordinary means can the two things be perfectly fused.

If it was a thousand years ago, Ding Jirou would have no less than ten ways to save him. But now, I have been cultivating here for thousands of years. How could there be anything that could keep his soul from being consumed by the Purple Cloud Fire.

Regardless of Daman's opposition, Ding Jirou resolutely used his own hard work as a guide. Wrapped in the elixir and Tang Qingshan's soul and soul, relying on his own powerful aura, the three became one. I hope to be able to practice to save Tang Qingshan, he must live.

Anyone can die, but he can't!

Gently inserting the heart into his chest, Ding Jirou frowned slightly. A drop of crystal red floated gently along the tip of the knife, carefully controlling the dagger, and putting the blood of the heart into the jade box.

Rub your fingers on your chest, and the wound disappears. Two fingers pinched several spells, and Xiao Meng slowly floated with a soft groan. The jade box was spinning rapidly in front of Ding Jirou's body. The light blue light appeared from time to time, and Ding Jirou, who had lost her precious blood, turned pale at this time.

After about half an hour of spinning, Ding Jirou controlled the jade box and flew towards the Dan furnace. A crack opened in the jade box, and a pale green pill flew out of the jade box.

Withdraw the natal magic weapon, and carefully hold the elixir and send it into the Dan furnace. Success or failure in this move, both palms of blue light sheng. Ding Jiroujiao snorted.

"Go!"

The little green pill slowly flew into the lilac flames, and it was just the last step!

Time passed little by little, and the pill was constantly spinning in flames. It seemed that everything was going more smoothly than he imagined, and a smile appeared on Ding Jirou's face.

The sky has eyes, and my lord is blessed.

Silently praying, the elixir in the furnace turned faster and faster!

Suddenly, a handful of purple cloud flames flew out of the Dan furnace. What's the matter? Ding Jirou's spirit that had just relaxed immediately tensed up. As a result of his gaze, the green Xiaoyao Pill gradually transformed into yellow.

I don't know what the reason is, the pill has begun to crack.

"Not good!"

With a soft snort, he took out the heart again. Ding Jirou didn't think about it, and stabbed a knife in the middle of his chest. A drop of blood flew out again, the jade hand was lightly raised, and the crystal red flew into the Dan furnace, and soon fused with the Dan Pill.

The Purple Cloud Fire received a new resistance, and the temperature rose suddenly.

Da Man turned his back to Ding Jirou, but the sudden rise in temperature made his heart sink.

I was really afraid of something, and I hoped that there would be no tragedy.

Biting his lip hard, the tears on Daman's face had become a line.

Nourished by Ding Jirou's heart's blood, the green pill continued to transform into yellow, and the cracked positions were also fused little by little.

It works!

Looking at the elixir in the furnace, Ding Jirou was in good spirits!

The refining continued, and every quarter of an hour passed, the temperature of the Purple Cloud Fire would change. Ding Jirou stood by the fire, and whenever the pill couldn't survive, she would take a drop of blood to nourish the elixir.

As the temperature changes became more and more frequent, the skin on Ding Jirou's body slowly became thin and dry. Hair turns gray and then falls out.

A jade man is just like this, little by little, and tortures himself into an inhuman form. Da Man was about to lose his mind, a pair of huge palms clenched his fists, and blood kept dripping down his hands to the ground!

Enough, enough!

That's enough!

Leave it alone, is it really necessary to sacrifice one person to save another? What is more important than one's own life, in order to save an impossible possibility, just in case. Is it really necessary to put yourself in it so easily?

Daman didn't know, and he didn't want to know. He only hopes that the great immortal will live well, he wants to stay by her side all the time, accompany her to plant flowers, accompany her to cultivate, forever and ever...