He really never thought that among this group of monks, there was actually another hundred-year-old demon pill hidden in his body.

Although he didn't know what demon beast this demon pill came from, he only glanced at it, and it was enough to be sure that this demon pill and the one in his hand were both hundred-year-old demon pills, and they couldn't be wrong.

Thinking of this, Zhang Feiyang stretched out his hand and grabbed it gently, and the demon pill flew into his hand as if it had been pulled by power, and under the guidance of the aura.

"That's right. It's really a hundred-year-old demon pill. ”

Zhang Feiyang felt the feel, looked up and down again, and observed it carefully, and was even more sure.

It was only then that he thought of the bag that had swelled, noticed the large amount of golden sun grass still suspended in mid-air, and couldn't help but have an interesting thought rising in his heart.

Why can this bag swell to such a large size?

And is this bag specifically for storing items?

He wasn't too sure for the time being, but he took out the Thunder Dividing Umbrella, the Wind Thunder Sword, the Small Stove, and the Healing Pill from his arms one by one, threw them into the air, and began to carefully observe the movements of these things.

Really.

As Zhang Feiyang expected.

As soon as these things flew into the air, they automatically suspended into the air without leaking, and could fly to a fixed position at any time according to the guidance of his aura, arranged horizontally, or vertically, or even put on any special formation.

At the same time, as long as the aura is withdrawn and only controlled by the mind, nothing will work.

In this way, Zhang Feiyang began to try to seriously explore the specific use of this bag.

After a whole meal, he wiped off the sweat from his head, and his hard face turned a lot paler, but he smiled and nodded with satisfaction.

Because, he finally figured out the magic of this bag thoroughly.

Zhang Feiyang will name it the storage bag for the time being.

According to his research, this bag looks no different from an ordinary cloth bag, only the size of a palm, but it has a lot of hidden inside.

As long as there is something inside, the bag will faintly glow.

Only when there is nothing in it, the bag is really the same as an ordinary bag, and there is no difference to be seen.

He almost missed such an important treasure just now, thanks to this characteristic of the storage bag.

Because, there is already a large amount of golden yang grass and a hundred-year-old demon pill inside.

As for how much space this bag can store.

Zhang Feiyang calculated that it was related to the level of the monk's cultivation.

In other words, it has to do with the strength of the injected aura.

The more abundant the aura inside, the larger the space, the more powerful the aura, and the more stable the boundaries of the space.

When the space is stable, the things inside are not easy to be damaged, otherwise, it will be easy to suddenly collapse or there will be a gap in the space, so that the things inside will break.

Just now, when he was researching, he took out some golden sun grass from it and discovered this.

Among them, more than a dozen golden sungrass plants have been completely necrotic, as if they have been drained of vitality, turning yellow and withered, and can only be discarded.

The reason is that at the beginning, when she just injected spiritual energy to use the storage bag, she didn't know how to inject a large amount of spiritual energy to stabilize the space inside, so that part of the space in the area where the golden sun grass was stored collapsed.

At this point, the space in the storage bag has naturally returned to stability.

Zhang Feiyang had already divided out a part of the aura and injected it into the storage bag, so that the aura formed a stable boundary inside, which was convenient for preserving things.

With such a convenient thing, Zhang Feiyang was in a good mood, glanced at the broken magic weapon that was dense around him and couldn't be taken away, smiled slightly, guided the aura in his hand, and after grabbing it, he stuffed it into the storage bag one by one, and it only took a cup of tea to clean up the scene.

After doing this, he took a deep breath, found a big tree, leaned down, closed his eyes, and took a nap, so that he could replenish his strength and spirit as much as possible.

By the time I came back to my senses, most of the day had passed.

At this time, the sky turned dark, the sun set, and the surroundings of the dark forest also entered the night, all kinds of demon beasts had already fallen asleep, but Zhang Feiyang was in good spirits, stretched his waist, smiled, and patted his big hand on the storage bag, and the small stove the size of a palm flew from the inside to his hand.

He bit his fingertip and dripped a drop of blood, and the small stove shook, and instantly swelled out, turning into a huge furnace, standing firmly in front of him.

At this moment, Zhang Feiyang took out the pill left by Qu Wan, compared the proportions, and took out a hundred-year-old demon pill from the storage bag and put it in the furnace.

Then, he took out the psychic wood again, and was about to put it in again, when suddenly, he paused, stopped, and said with a smile: "Wait." This psychic tree is so big. Compared to the length required for the Qiangqi Pill, it was twice as long. ”

Thinking of this, a bold idea popped up in Zhang Feiyang's heart, trembling slightly with excitement, took out the Wind Thunder Sword, and with a poof, cut the psychic wood into two, but only put one in the furnace.

The rest of the one, he threw it back into the storage bag.

After doing this, he began to officially alchemy, cut down some branches, used them as firewood to make a fire for the small stove, and after covering the lid, he walked around the stove, carefully observing the movement of the stove and the changes in the strength of the fire.

As soon as he found that that part of the firepower was not enough, he quickly added some firewood and increased the firepower.

If the fire in some areas is too strong, and the burning ground has collapsed a little, causing the small stove to tilt, he will pull out some firewood, put an aura shield on his hand, and while holding the inclined area, he will dig some new soil from a distance to fill the hole.

And just like that, it was a whole night.

This elixir has still not been successfully refined.

Seeing that the small stove was constantly vibrating violently, and from time to time an earth-shattering loud noise broke out from inside, Zhang Feiyang's face became more and more ugly.

Only then did he realize that there was a big problem.

The Dan Fang left by Qu Wan only wrote the method of refining the Qi Pill, and what effect it would have after the refining was successful, which could immediately improve a monk's cultivation to a small realm.

This is a temptation that is hard to resist for any monk below the foundation period.

But that Danfang was written too simply.

The most important thing is that there is no mention of what special circumstances will happen during the alchemy and how long it will take to refine the Qi Enhancement Pill.

What if this elixir was refined once, not in a day or two, but in a month or two months?

Thinking of this, Zhang Feiyang's heart lifted, and his already ugly face suddenly became even more ugly.

Let's hope it doesn't drag on for so long.

He prayed silently in his heart.

In this way, a day has passed, and the pill has still not been refined, and the movement of the small stove is still very intense.

After two days, the movement of the small stove finally became a little quieter, and it no longer made a crackling sound, and the sound became a muffled sound such as a puff, and I don't know what was going on inside.

On the third day, the small stove was finally completely silent, but the vibration never stopped, shaking slightly, which made Zhang Feiyang a little anxious.

Because, he gradually found that the aura in his body began to show some signs of uncontrollability, and it seemed that the chaos was about to start to attack.

It's just that the uncontrolled aura is still a small part of the freedom now, and he can ignore it for the time being.

On the tenth day, seeing that the movement of the small stove was still vibrating, but there was no heat coming out of the top cover of the stove, he walked around the stove worriedly, took a large handful of firewood, and increased the fire power of the stove, hoping to speed up the speed of the strong qi pill.

But after a long day's work, it only made the movement of the stove smaller, from a constant slight vibration to an intermittent vibration that vibrated every two breaths.

Zhang Feiyang sighed, and it seemed that he could only wait patiently.

In this way, he waited for another three whole days.

In the past three days, the movement of the small stove has become smaller and smaller, but the spiritual energy in his Zhang Feiyang's body has become larger and larger.

Uncontrolled aura is increasing.

The more uncontrolled the aura, the greater the impact on Zhang Feiyang.

During these three days, he was able to sit and walk normally on the first day, but on the second day, he had already begun to feel numb all over his body, and he could not sit steadily, stand up straight, walk shaking, and almost fall several times.

As for the situation on the third day, it was even more serious.

Zhang Feiyang obviously sat motionless on the ground, but he clearly felt that his body seemed to be about to lose his own.

The aura in all areas of his body began to fight, scurrying wildly, making him feel as if his internal organs were about to shift, dizzy, and nauseous and couldn't help but vomit.

Another day later, the elixir had not yet been refined, and the entire small stove began to flicker with frequent red light.

Zhang Feiyang was about to be unable to bear the seizures, and began to vomit blood intermittently.

"Could it be that I will die in the process of waiting for the strong qi pill to become a pill?"

Zhang Feiyang laughed at himself, thinking of the Qiangqi Pill that was about to be completed, his chest suddenly swelled with pride, he took a deep breath, sat down cross-legged, and began to listen to nothing, not look at anything, try to save physical strength and spirit to fight against the increasingly chaotic aura in the body, endure the pain of possible collapse at any time, and wait for Cheng Dan of the Qiangqi Pill.

After three full days, the movement of the small stove suddenly stopped with a crisp crack, and then wisps of heat emerged from the top of the roof, forming a cloud in the air, covering an area of almost ten miles.

Zhang Feiyang finally opened his eyes, smiled slightly, stared at his tired and weak body, opened the top cover, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and a green pill with a flowing light was like a pearl in the night, lying quietly in his hand, but only after a while, suddenly, this pill seemed to be alive, jumped out of his hand, and wanted to escape.

Zhang Feiyang was taken aback, and suddenly remembered that the psychic wood needed to refine the Qiangqi Pill was also a living thing, so he suddenly, laughed, grabbed it with his big hand, and after pinching the pill steadily, he didn't dare to delay anymore, swallowed it in one gulp, and then continued to meditate cross-legged, trying to control the few spiritual qi, so that the medicinal effect of the Qiangqi Pill could be brought into play as soon as possible.

Because, if he delays any longer, he will almost be unable to support it, and he will die with a whimper, and he can react so quickly just now, just to return to the light.