"Stop!"

Monk Konggong burst into a shout, holding the scripture book he had taken from his bosom in his hand, his bloody eyes widened, and he gritted his teeth and said: "If you dare to make another move, I will make the scripture become powder!"

Call!

Hui Jing withdrew her palm, withdrew her internal strength, and said with a sneer: "Leave it to me obediently, otherwise, I will torture Hui An to death in front of you!"

Monk Konggong was picked up and raised by Hui'an since he was a child, and he was also accepted as a closed-door disciple to inherit the mantle. Therefore, the two are really masters and apprentices, but they are more like father and son.

Of the two, no matter who threatens the other, the effect is very good. They would rather sacrifice themselves than save each other's names, even knowing that both would surely die.

How could Monk Konggong not know Hui Jing's thoughts? Naturally, he would not let him succeed. Master is still alive, everything is fine, as long as she doesn't die, Hui Jing will not kill Master.

In any case, the True Yang Heart Sutra is more important than anything else in Hui Jing's heart. He will definitely keep his master as a bargaining chip and let himself hand over the True Yang Heart Sutra.

Thinking about this, Monk Konggong made a decision, that is, he must live and must leave here. Then, ask Boss Liu Feng to help, use the independent space, and destroy the dog thing Huijing!

Monk Konggong endured the severe pain, stood up slowly, looked directly at Hui Jing with his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Exit! If you don't listen, I will immediately destroy the scriptures and let you get nothing!"

Hui Jing didn't dare to anger the monk Gong Gong anymore, he knew very well that if he was in a hurry, everything would come to naught. Therefore, according to what the monk Konggong said, he withdrew from the forbidden place step by step. His eyes were firmly fixed on the scriptures in the hands of the monk Kong.

"Stand back!"

The monk used the scriptures as a threat, and kept letting Hui Jing give way, approaching the cliff on the west side of Xiaowuzhi Mountain. Here, it is the only way for the monk to choose to live.

If you go to the temple, even if Hui Jing destroys the scriptures, she will definitely kill the monk Kong, and it is impossible for others to know about his despicable behavior. In other directions, there is a real abyss, and jumping into it will definitely break your bones.

The west side also looks like a cliff, but then it was an illusion in the clouds. Actually, it's no more than five feet deep, and it's okay to jump.

When the monk Konggong was a teenager, he discovered this secret when he once chased a big eagle and fell down.

Moreover, not only is it not high, there is also a cave that leads to a mountain range. It's just that it is a real cliff, and although it does not belong to the realm of Jiuhua Temple, it cannot be escaped.

But the monk Konggong had to jump down, he could guess that Jiuhua Temple was manipulated by Huijing, and it must have blocked the sound transmission, and only when he was outside, could he send a distress message to Liu Feng and have a glimmer of life.

Monk Konggong is not afraid of death, but he will not let his death be meaningless. Moreover, he also has to rescue the master, destroy the brute Huijing, and clean the door for Jiuhua Temple. So, he had to live.

"Don't struggle any more, and give me the scriptures. In this way, I can consider letting your masters and apprentices live well and enjoy special service. ”

Hui Jing retreated and spoke, always blocking the road to the killing, not giving the monk a chance to escape.

The monk finally came to the edge of the cliff and suddenly burst into shouting: "Huijing! I won't let you go if I am a ghost!"

After speaking, the monk flew up, jumped down, and fell rapidly.

"Leave the scriptures!"

Hui Jing's face changed greatly, and she flashed over with a roar, mobilized all her internal forces, grabbed at the monk Kong, and used the raptor water-absorbing technique to suck the scriptures in the monk's hand.

Syllable!

Hui Jing waved her hand and caught the scriptures, who cares about the life and death of the monk Gonggong? When she saw the four big characters of 'True Yang Heart Sutra' on the cover, Hui Jing couldn't help but raise her arms and roared, very proud.

Halfway through, Hui Jing stopped laughing, opened the page, and looked at the dense lines of black characters inside, and her face was full of excitement. Finally, Hui Jing put the scripture book in her arms before walking down the mountain.

After returning to the temple, Hui Jing entered her secret room and immediately studied the scriptures, hoping that she was destined to understand the peerless martial arts hidden in it.

Then on the mountain, the monk was still lying on the fault in the middle of the mountain, which was less than one zhang long and wide, and the severe pain made it difficult for him to stand up, and his internal injuries were aggravated by the fall, and he kept coughing up blood.

The night wind blew, making the monk gradually become awake from a semi-comatose state. Looking at the waning moon hanging in the sky, a sense of sadness swelled in my heart.

However, the monk quickly suppressed this feeling. He understood that the most important thing now was to reach the edge of the cliff in the distance through the cave in front of him and ask Liu Feng for help.

Monk Konggong gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain inside and out, stood up against the cliff, and slowly walked towards the cave.

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

The sky is about to brighten, and the night is about to pass.

In Yue Xuanyuan's inheritance space, Liu Feng had been woken up by Lie Yan from his meditation and began refining the spiritual liquid.

Fortunately, Liu Feng did not lack high-grade spirit pills, so he took out hundreds of them at once, first smashed ten of them, put them into the White Tiger Ding, and then added some to collect the spiritual spring.

At the end, Liu Feng urged the internal force to heat the White Tiger Ding, and proceeded step by step according to the method recorded in the Awakening Secret Record.

In an instant, white smoke bubbled from the White Tiger Ding, and streams of pleasant fragrances wafted out together, making Lie Yan, who continued to collect spiritual springs in the cave, keep swallowing his saliva.

Liu Feng knew that this was the step of expelling the fragrance of the elixir, which was very critical, and the heat must be maintained, otherwise, everything would be in vain. It was not until the fragrance of the elixir was completely dispelled and the elixir was completely mixed into the spiritual spring that this level was passed.

This process, which lasted for a whole day, came to the final step.

Now, Liu Feng withdrew some of his internal force and lowered the temperature of the White Tiger Ding in order to achieve the purpose of concentrating the spiritual liquid.

The enrichment process took another day and was finally completed. Liu Feng put away his internal force, and the White Tiger Ding quickly cooled down.

Liu Feng lowered his head and looked at the White Tiger Ding, a drop of spiritual liquid the size of a corn kernel, lying quietly at the bottom. But it contains a lot of impurities, and the purity is only seventy percent, which is far from Liu Feng's requirements.

Liu Feng was not discouraged, the first time he didn't expect to be able to refine the pure spiritual liquid, as long as he could refine it successfully. Of course, this is not useless, but it can be given to Gai Huatuo, so that he can also be a blockbuster in the competition.

Next, Liu Feng continued to refine the spiritual liquid, which was more pure than the previous one. When the first pot of spiritual spring was used up, Liu Feng finally refined the spiritual liquid with a purity of ninety percent and eight percent, exceeding the expectation of ninety-five percent.

The second pot of spiritual spring was also collected and sent by Lie Yan, and Liu Feng refined it all into spiritual liquid. In the end, Liu Feng refined a total of 100 drops of spiritual liquid, which were divided into 100 dexterous porcelain bottles.

Among these spiritual liquids, more than thirty drops of ninety percent and five percent were kept by Liu Feng himself. Twenty drops from ninety to ninety to four, forty drops from eighty to ninety, and ten other drops, ranging from seven to nine.

Liu Feng looked at Lie Yan, then waved his hand and said loudly: "Come, I'll teach you how to use it, remember, nothing can go wrong." ”

"I'll do something, don't worry!" Lie Yan patted his chest with his wings and followed Liu Feng towards the hundred-headed grass seedling that was already half an inch high.