Sweat was dripping down, and Qin Chuan was already sweating at this time.

The refining of this Nine Flowers Jade Dew Pill is really not something that ordinary people can do, not only does it require extremely high mental strength, but it also has Taoist requirements at least in the middle stage of foundation building. Qin Chuan was not very proficient in the art of alchemy, and there was still a gap in the level of cultivation, so this alchemy was indeed a little strong.

Still, he gritted his teeth and persisted.

"There are more tribulations to go through along the path of cultivation, and if you can't even endure this mental torment, how can you talk about a firm path. ”

Time passed little by little, but I don't know how long it was.

The vanilla was gradually stripped of its dregs and burned into a white ointment, and its medicinal properties blended into it little by little, along with the freshly smelted flower dew. As the fire slowly weakened, under the combination of Qinchuan True Yuan, it had gradually possessed the form of Dan, and it was soon refined into the Nine Flowers Jade Dew Pill.

That's it, as long as you persevere, nothing is impossible.

Qin Chuan thought so. If you set a limit for yourself before you start, you will never exceed that limit, and you will never improve.

"I've never believed in limits. ”

Qin Chuan smiled slightly.

Finally, after the flame was completely extinguished, Qin Chuan breathed a long sigh of relief. Driving the true yuan, he sent the refined pill into his palm, but there were only three pills.

The Dan body is round, only the size of an almond, the color is bright, white and flawless, the Dan fragrance is also very rich, and it is different from the herb smell of ordinary Dan, but a wonderful floral fragrance, coming to the nose. Above his Dan body, there was occasionally a wisp of True Yuan that flashed by, flashing with cyan light, which was the faint aura of the Dao Law.

"This Dan Fang, I don't know where Elder Ming came from. ”

Qin Chuan muttered. Faintly, he felt that this Nine Flowers Jade Dew Pill was by no means unusual, but unfortunately, he was not so proficient in this Dan Li, and he couldn't see the fame.

After putting the three pills into the jade bottle, Qin Chuan cleaned up and walked out of the pill room, only to find that it was already late at night.

Because of last night's tragedy, Jiyunguan is not as noisy as in the past at this time, the disciples are all staying in their rooms, and there is no one in the promenade garden, which is usually quite lively.

After walking a few steps, Qin Chuan touched into the mourning hall.

The bodies of Elder Ming and Liu Chong, after being examined by Gu Changfeng, were already in the coffin at noon, and they were being placed in the Guannei Mourning Hall at the moment, just waiting to be buried at the right time. Probably because he was afraid that the thieves would come back, there was no one to guard the mourning hall at this time, which saved Qin Chuan a lot of trouble.

Qin Chuan came this time, firstly, to chat and worship, and secondly, to bury the refined Nine Flowers Jade Dew Pill with Elder Ming, which can be regarded as fulfilling his unfulfilled promise.

"Elder, the person who killed you is the master of the Ghost Valley, and the disciple couldn't slash this thief yesterday, and he is very ashamed in his heart. But the disciple promises that he will find the enemy one day and personally avenge your blood revenge. ”

Qin Chuan knelt in front of the spirit and bowed three times with the salute of the juniors.

He immediately got up, took out a Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill from the jade bottle, and put it into Elder Ming's coffin. Although this is in vain, it can make Qin Chuan feel at ease.

Although the appearance of the ghost man was an accident, the fact that He Hong and Liu Chong conspired to poison and murder Elder Ming was caused by Qin Chuan. If he hadn't offended He Hong before, he wouldn't have had this poisoning plan, if he hadn't noticed it late, then I'm afraid that no ghost people would appear, and Elder Ming would not have died well.

Therefore, Qin Chuan must not spare He Hong's house.

"As for you?"

Suddenly, Qin Chuan slanted his eyes coldly, glanced at the coffin next to him, a murderous aura flashed in his dark eyes, and his face was gloomy, which was actually a little terrifying.

"Bell!"

A sword shadow flashed, and suddenly, a white candle in front of Liu Chongling was cut off and fell straight down.

Night, deeper.

Outside the Jiyun Temple, in the Purple City.

As a city of considerable scale, the Purple City at this time has naturally not fallen into silence, the noisy night market, noisy people, and the rest of the streets and alleys are a little deeper, but they are also thousands of lights, and thousands of households are bright.

The west corner of the Purple City, above an attic.

A thin figure, dressed in a black cloth robe, but covered with a black veil, could not see his face clearly. The tips of his hair were blown up by the night wind, fluttering with the wind, like a strange wisp of black gas, wandering back and forth beside him, converging, and scattering. Under the moonlight, the blade of the sword in his hand suddenly flashed with a cold light.

He was staring at a courtyard below.

At this moment, He Hong was in his own home, lying on his back on the bench in the hall, his brows furrowed.

During the day, there were rumors in the Purple City that there was a murder in the Naji Yunguan, and an elder died tragically. But when he sent people to Guanzhong to find out the news, he tried all kinds of connections, but he couldn't find anything.

"Didn't Liu Chong say that it would take half a month to take effect, why did he suddenly die after only three days. ”

He Hong touched his chin, and then shook his head again.

"That ice grass with sucrose does take at least half a month to expose its toxicity. Isn't it Ming Lao Dao who died? But why did this Jiyun Temple block the news?"

In this purple city, there are many cultivators, and only He Hong alone can provide the Tranquility Pill, and there is nothing to say about the financial resources, even in that view, he still has a lot of relationships. But no matter how much he inquired, he said that there were no dead people in the temple, and the most reliable thing was to tell him that it was a secret, and he didn't dare to say it.

In this way, he had to feel a little panicked.

If Liu Chong recruited him, wouldn't he really die and have no place to be buried, then he was the senior elder of Jiyunguan, and no matter how he said it, he could be regarded as a person from Fuximen.

Turning his head, He Hong said to himself again:

"Or, Ming Lao Dao was really healed to death by that kid in Qin Chuan?"

"Isn't that what you want to see?"

Suddenly, a low voice reached He Hong's ears, and when he looked up, he saw a pitch-black figure standing outside the door at some point, and a fierce aura firmly locked him.

This voice is still a little familiar.

"Who?!"

"If you hold a grudge against me, as soon as you come to me, I will take it all by myself, and I will not hold a grudge against you. But if you do something to the people around me, you shouldn't do it!"

The person who came was Qin Chuan.

As soon as his mind moved, black gas permeated out, and a violent killing aura filled the entire room in an instant. Qin Chuan's eyebrows raised, and with a sword roar, the magic sword came out of its sheath and flew into his hand on its own.

"Are you Qin Chuan?!"

He Hong's face suddenly turned horrified, and he almost rolled off the chair.

Qin Chuan ignored him, but walked forward step by step. The black blood crystal at the bottom of the dantian had already been stimulated by his anger, coupled with the guidance of his mind, the Demon Dao True Yuan was unreservedly unleashed.

"When such a thought arises in your heart, I will spare you. Now that Elder Ming has died tragically, you have to be buried with him and cure you for the crime of plotting poison!"

After that, a burst of black qi burst out, wrapping around Qin Chuan's body, like a pitch-black wing feather.

He walked towards He Hong step by step, as if the black and white impermanence in the underworld, accompanied by a suffocating demonic aura, showed He Hong to die step by step.

"You...... You're going to kill me?!"

He Hong's face was shocked, with a frightened expression, and then he stood up, and unconsciously moved a few steps back, but his body was blocked by the chair and slowly leaned back.

Isn't Qin Chuan a registered disciple of the Dao of cultivation in this Jiyun Temple, how could there be such a strong True Yuan at this time, and according to He Hong's knowledge, this is definitely not Dao cultivation!

and that strong killing intent, which even made him breathless.

"Come ......"

He Hong was about to shout for help, but suddenly a blood-colored light shot out from Qin Chuan's body, firmly locked in his throat, so that he could no longer make a sound.

Suddenly, Qin Chuan said in a low voice.

"Evil is rewarded!"

Immediately, he slowly closed his eyes.

Suddenly, the black qi beside Qin Chuan seemed to have received an order, like a surging wave, whistling, frantically pouring into He Hong's body. In the blink of an eye, just like Fang Cai, he went back to Qin Chuan's body, obeyed the guidance, and quickly condensed into the blood crystal.

At this time, Qin Chuan was just like an ordinary person.

"Bang!"

Then He Hong fell to the ground with a bang, but he had already turned into a corpse. His complexion was pale, his breath was completely devoid, and there seemed to be a trace of black qi, flowing back and forth in his body, eroding the last bit of blood essence that remained.

Qin Chuan snorted coldly.

This Demon Dao's Blood Erosion Technique was the most commonly used technique in his previous life, and it was a breeze to deal with a cultivator like He Hong, who was not even a cultivator.

His eyes were clear, and Qin Chuan jumped on the roof with a lifelong leap.

When he came out of He Hong's house, he was busy rushing back to Jiyunguan.

The reason why Qin Chuan didn't use the Dao method to solve He Hong was because he didn't want people to doubt him. Liu Chong is dead, he has no evidence to accuse He Hong, but this does not mean that he will let He Hong go, for the sake of the reputation of Fuximen, he can only use his own demonic cultivation to act.

But if someone finds out that he is out of view, it will inevitably make people suspicious, and if someone connects him with the person who committed the murder with the demonic way, it will be even more bad.

Out of the Purple City from the north gate, it is the forest mountain road leading to Jiyun Temple.

At this time, the cold moon hangs high, and the evening breeze is breezy, with a little coolness. The dense forest is full of shadows, shrouded in the night mountain fog, and sometimes the nightingale whispers, which is a little more terrifying.

Suddenly, Qin Chuan's originally hurried footsteps stopped.

In front of him, there stood a man, a long sword, dressed in white. But they faced him straight and blocked his way.

Shangguan Yao.

"How could it be her?"

Qin Chuan was slightly puzzled in his heart. When he left He Hong's house, he felt that there was an aura of Fuxi Dao Law locking him, but he didn't expect that it was Gu Changfeng's personal disciple, Shangguan Yao.

"People of the Demon Sect, what are you doing under my Fuxi Mountain?"

Shangguan Yao said coldly, facing the people suspected of being demons, but there was no fear at all. The long sleeves flutter in the wind and grin.

Qin Chuan didn't answer, worried that he would be recognized by this Shangguan Yao.

He is proficient in the art of the Demon Dao, and has even studied a lot of Dao spells, and it is unlikely that he will be intercepted by Shangguan Yao. But his concern is that Shangguan Yao is from Fuximen, and he has no grudges against him, how can he be willing to make a move.

Moreover, what level Shangguan Yao had cultivated to, Qin Chuan had no bottom in his heart.