The bronze tripod has moved this time.

The pitch-black streamer in Dingzhong was lost instantly, and it was completely depleted.

Not a drop left!

...... However, no black letters resurfaced.

Su Lianxing was dumbfounded, and it took a moment for him to come to his senses, and he was about to scold.

Fortunately, it was not long before the pitch-black streamer appeared again in the bronze tripod.

Su Lianxing's mind moved slightly.

There were as many pitch-black streamers as there were before she asked for the Demon Wheel Heavenly Chapter Martial Arts.

Bringing up the first question, the answer is that the lost streamer has not been compensated.

This shows that this pitch-black streamer is not regenerative and inexhaustible.

However, there are too many streamers needed to ask for the Demon Wheel Heavenly Chapter Martial Dictionary at one time, and the existing ones in the bronze tripod are not enough to query.

Therefore, the martial arts are not provided, but the streamer of the query is also returned, and it is not consumed.

Su Lianxing thought about it, and the thought flashed through her mind again.

How can I get more pitch black streamers?

Bronze Ding did not respond.

Where did you come from?

Still unresponsive.

The information related to the bronze tripod itself is not provided...... Su Lianxing gradually knew in her heart.

For other information, you will have to search for it yourself in the future.

This bronze tripod, maybe there are other functions, it is not good.

After thinking about it for a while, she made a different request.

The content of the Dao bone suicide note, a copy?

The streamer in Dingzhong dissipated first and then recovered, indicating that it was still not enough.

Sun Essence Elixir?

Not enough streamers.

Su Lianxing frowned.

Fortunately, the previous messages in black do not need to be memorized, and will always be kept in memory.

She lowered her requirements a little more.

Elixir?

The pitch-black streamer in the ding is partially missing.

The pitch-black mist on the mouth of the dingkou was steaming, and soon converged into a line of black characters.

"The relics contain elixir, after eating, it will be conditioned, and it will be completely cured within 30 days, and the medicinal materials required are empty and bright, half-born lotus leaves, bitter bamboo at dusk, snake-shaped silk, supplemented by reverse refining red snake blood, polar barren Jiao brain, bitter sea ice oyster, blood line jade stone powder, ......"

The required dosage of all the medicinal materials, together with the detailed refining process steps, are all clear, and there is no technical content, ensuring that even a Dan Dao novice can refine it.

Su Lianxing let out a long breath.

Thirty days of treatment.

It's still a bit long.

We still have to find a way.

The text describes that different treasures may conflict with each other, and it is not easy to take them together.

In the service of the attendants, after bathing and dressing, Su Lianxing waved his hand and let them disperse.

She sat on a chair in the temple and rested and drank tea.

The heart is once again connected to the strange black tripod in his mind.

Combined with the Elixir Elixir, the way to treat injuries faster?

Black letters appear above the mouth of the ding.

With the help of someone who studied the Rain and Mist Emperor Sutra, he eliminated the residual rain and mist spiritual power in his body, combined with the effect of the relics and elixirs, and healed within fifteen days.

The healing time has been cut in half.

It works great.

But the corners of Su Lianxing's mouth twitched.

Literally, her injuries were caused by the rain and mist spiritual power.

The bell must be tied to the bell.

Well, that's the reason.

But the problem is that the Rain and Fog Emperor Sutra is a treasure book of the Rain and Fog Holy Land.

It is to be able to send his subordinates to the Rain and Fog Holy Land to steal learning, even if people are willing to accept it, can they learn it in dozens of days?

Su Lianxing was thinking about it, and the jade suddenly rang spontaneously again.

This time it rang twice in quick succession.

Su Lianxing heard the voice, wrote it down silently, and kept an eye on it.

At first, the chief waiter asked for instructions, but it was all one.

Ringing twice at this time, could it be someone else, or is it used to discern the importance of the matter?

This time, she also bent her fingers and knocked on the jade bi twice in succession.

Soon, the doors of the temple opened, and a white-haired old man appeared.

"The old minister pays a visit to the goddess of heaven. ”

At first, among the people who knelt outside the door, she was among them, and she seemed to be the leader.

The white-haired old man bowed respectfully, just like just now.

Su Lianxing asked in a casual but dignified tone, "What's the matter?"

The white-haired old man lowered his eyebrows and replied in a low voice: "Goddess of Heaven, there is a letter from the main hall, the old minister didn't want to disturb you, but you instructed before the last retreat, and the letter from the main hall should be reported immediately." ”

Su Lianxing bowed slightly: "Take it." ”

The white-haired old man handed over a red paper tube.

Su Lianxing tore along the corner, revealing a letter and reading the contents.

"There are rumors in the clan that you were injured in a duel with the Holy Lord of the Rain and Mist Holy Land, and the Elder Sect has started a rebellion, and the subordinates are determined to pursue the rumor spreaders. ”

Su Lianxing groaned.

Compared with the black-lettered information provided by the previous Bronze Ding, the original owner of the body, as the youngest god in the history of the Futian clan, inherited the unification at a young age, and relied on his peerless force to deter the heroes.

The experience after sitting on the throne of the patriarch shows that she is eclectic in employing people, even if she is a pawn of a peddler, she has the opportunity to entrust important tasks.

From this, it can be inferred that the vested interests and status of the elders in the church have been shaken.

Now in the clan, there may be a contradiction between the old line of people and the new forces.

In the past, the clan lord would drop ten times with one force, so naturally he could not be ignored.

But now, it is likely to meet with a backlash from the Elders.

If the goddess of the heavens is injured, it is difficult to guarantee that there are still a few points left in her strength, and it is inevitable that some people will be very quiet.

Su Lianxing felt a headache, her face was indifferent, and she put down the envelope.

"In the past few days of Buddha-figure cultivation, what new events have occurred in the Great Netherworld Realm?"

The white-haired old man replied respectfully: "Goddess of the Heavenly Heavens, the Great Yin Realm has been rumored in the past few days about the unearthly battle between you and the Rain and Mist Holy Lord, and everyone in the world admires your fame.

According to the feedback of the tribesmen from all over the world, those who are enemies of our people are constantly probing your information, but they do not dare to take action. ”

Su Lianxing nodded noncommittally, and then changed the subject: "Tell me to go down and find something for the deity." ”

She told the white-haired old man the names of the materials such as the empty spring, the half-born lotus leaf, the bitter bamboo at dusk, and the serpentine silk.

In addition to these, a large number of items have been added, making it difficult to figure out what she really thinks.

After hearing this, the white-haired old man said respectfully: "The old minister will do it, and he will not disappoint the goddess of heaven." ”

She didn't get up immediately, but hesitated for a moment and said, "Goddess of the Heavenly Heavens, Prince Jiang Feng just asked to see me, look ......"

Jiang Feng's son?

Which is this?

Su Lianxing roared in her heart.

Jiang Feng's son......

Jiang Feng?

Su Lianxing recalled her life resume.

She tapped her fingers on the armrests of her chair slightly.

Jiang Feng.

An extremely secretive man.

On the eve of this duel with the Holy Lord of the Rain and Mist Holy Land, the goddess of the Futian clan accidentally picked up a man.

A man who has lost his memory.

A man whose magic is profound, but who has lost his memory.

After the duel, the goddess of the heavens recuperated here, and Jiang Feng was also brought into this temple.

When they met, they asked their people to find out where he came from.

However, with the details of the information collected by the Fu Tian Clan, I don't know much about Jiang Feng.

It's suspicious.