Volume 15 Chapter 11

A thin crystal of medicine may bring powerful power and also death.

There is no exactly the same river in the world, and there are no practitioners of the same constitution.

Even twins born at the same time, who eat the same food from childhood to adulthood, will develop countless different possibilities the day after tomorrow.

Even if it's just a tiny difference in constitution, even if it only leads to a tiny difference in individual's absorption and tolerance of medicine, such a tiny difference is enough to make the difference between life and death when the magic medicine bursts in the body.

If you describe the demon crystal that is integrated into the blood as a demon king, even those practitioners in purgatory mountain who have become demonic, they only know that the demon king is very fierce, but they are not sure whether the demon king will devour the heart, spleen and lung, or liver and kidney first. No one can change the outcome of death when the medicine breaks out in a certain place and leads to failure in that place.

There is no way to predict, no way to use soul power dilution to prevent, so that the most critical magic medicine into the body is actually the greatest degree of luck.

The diffusion of the drug crystal's power in the body is just better. If it doesn't cause fatal damage to the body, the practice of magic transformation will succeed. If the diffusion of the drug crystal's power is not good, it will be unlucky to lose its own

which is simple and cruel.

It's all about risking a stronger life for the big and the small.

Even after the selection of children from the hell mountain, the proportion of life and death is only 1/10.

However, for Lin Xi, this piece of medicine crystal with great death and a little vitality seems to be just a delicious candy from purgatory mountain.

"Hulk, Hulk He just said such nonsense calmly, and then stabbed the drug crystal into his own flesh and blood.

Then he was in Yunqin's ordinary house, quietly going through every process of drug attack.

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then these blue and black faces gradually disappear and become light indigo which is hard to detect under the skin.

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When Lin Xi practices magic in the small town of Yunqin, Zhang Ping also practices.

At the time of the most important harvest of the year, when the flowers fell, the crisp stems and leaves and the Green s è fruit just formed were cut off and cooked in iron pots.

The people who boil these stems, leaves and fruits are thin to the extreme, skin wrapped in bones, like walking skeletons, but all the slaves are good to the extreme, and their excited eyes seem to be sending out the glittering Green s è.

Zhang Ping is in the oldest cave in the thousand demons cave.

This cave, originally painted with many totem like murals, has become the first generation of practitioners of the thousand demons cave.

After Li Ku's death, the cave was burned with fire by the practitioners of the thousand devil Grottoes who followed Li Ku, and some of the practices of the thousand devil grottoes were destroyed by the burning of jade and stone. At this moment, all the murals in the cave have disappeared, and there is only one deep crack on the blackened wall.

Zhang Ping's body was surrounded by thin pillars of wind that began to flow.

The soul power in his body flows so violently that all practitioners feel pain.

However, his face is very cold, it seems that this kind of pain happened to others completely, and has nothing to do with him.

His left hand began to shake, as if to deliver something terrible from his hand.

A terrible heat finally came out of his hand. When the air in the whole cave shook, countless vitality gathered in his hand at a speed that the master could not imagine.

A flaming red S è ray is generated on his hand like a bamboo shoot.

The mountain wall near him was only spurted by the hot air, which suddenly made a crack sound and several cracks appeared.

His right hand fell on the flame.

Instead of dying his right hand to ashes, the flame flowed into his right hand, as if there were countless small channels in the palm of his right hand.

His face twisted.

It seemed that he could not bear the force at all. His body rocked and his left hand fell on the dark wall beside him.

But this press, hard as iron on the rock, was his fingers poked out five deep holes.

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Smell the moon in the mountains.

In the forest behind him, there are dozens of small tents for marching. In those tents that are old but still strong, all the rest are his most loyal subordinates and the last group of Sirian guards brought out of biluoling.

Shaohua mausoleum was severely damaged by he Baihe's heaven and man sword. After the battle of Zhuxing mausoleum was defeated, some of the auras that enveloped him seemed to fade.

He is no longer the invincible God of war.

And because of the severe trauma he suffered, not only did he no longer become the most powerful saint, but also he had stepped into aging ahead of time and could not step up a step. So some people in Dashan no longer respected and feared him as before.

Especially after vice president Xia died, even his most loyal subordinates began to worry about whether he would be killed like a dog or become a victim.

Because they know very well that the palm sect of purgatory mountain needs to hear the power of the moon, so they let him live, let him have the ability to do what he did in Dashan, and even tolerate him to kill the disciples of purgatory mountain.

But if the alchemy mountain palm sect has decided to appear in the world and do it in person, it will not be so powerful to hear people and the moon, maybe it will be dispensable in Dasheng.

I heard that cangyue looked at the desolate meadow in front of me, looked at the deep green mountain forest, straightened her hair which was disordered by the mountain wind, and then tied it up with a silk ribbon.

His sideburns, there are some gray hair, like stained with catkins.

Since ancient times, famous generals are like beauties. The saddest thing is to see white hair.

He is seriously injured. If he uses his soul power, some hidden injuries in his body may erupt at any time.

The most important thing is that after his body is no longer as strong as before, the place where he was injured in the previous battle, where he did not feel anything before, also began to suffer.

There was no way to fight with all his might, and his combat power was greatly reduced.

In the past, when he faced two or three saints, he could retreat and even kill them all. But now, maybe a saint can make his body suffer fatal wounds again.

When people die, it's the biggest sorrow for people like the moon.

But at the moment, the body shape of the smell man cangyue is still as iron casting, his eyes are still strong and confident.

What makes the general still so strong and confident?

A Sirian guard in the tent was wiping his armor and sword. He could not help but think of the figure on the top of the mountain.

Suddenly, except for the armor on his body, the body of Sirian guards who are resting is completely tense.

They saw an extra figure on the top of the mountain.

"This is what the holy one asked me to give you."

Slowly walk out of the meadow in front of Wen Ren cangyue. There is not much dust on his body. It seems that the yellow robe practitioner who just came to this meadow came to the opposite side of Wen Ren cangyue. He handed over a jade box to Wen Ren cangyue without expression.

Looking at the yellow robe cultivator whose Sabre shows thunder, Cang Yue nodded without asking anything, took the jade box and opened it.

Then he laughed.

The smile made the face of the original expressionless yellow robe practitioner turn white gradually, and he began to think of the horror of the invincible general in the battle of Yunqin again.

Then the practitioner of thunder college, who had never practiced before, dropped his head involuntarily, dared not stay, and retreated.

In the R jade box, there lies a red pill.

This is huilingdan.

This is a gift given to him by the first emperor when the moon is full.

This kind of ancient Dan, which has disappeared into the world of practitioners, can make him strong again, and make his body no longer old. The only side effect is to make his cultivation qualification slightly worse.

He is already strong.

And he's young.

As long as there is such a pill, he will not lack time.

Although he knew that such a character as Ni Henian must also need such a red medicine, he thought that emperor Yun Qin would definitely send this red medicine to him, especially after emperor Yun Qin sent the Rune of God wood flying crane to him.

Because Ni Henian alone is not enough to resist the purgatory mountain.

After the disappearance of qingluan college, Emperor Yunqin must also have the strength to resist the purgatory mountain.

It seems impossible to give the only pill given by the emperor to an enemy who betrayed himself and killed countless Yunqin people.

However, the fact is the same as what people think of cangyue. Emperor Yunqin did so.

Because he is a crazy person, because his ambition is not just to let qingluan college disappear in Yunqin, his ambition is the whole world.

"The fire is too hot. How will you end up in the end?"

Hearing the man cangyue laughing, he swallowed the pill, and his mouth showed a smile.

Then he thought of those enemies who died in his own hands, and thought that their efforts were still in vain, he felt that there was endless power pouring into his body, making him even stronger than before.

Then he thought of Lin Xi who caused his defeat in the battle of zhuxingling.

"My time is long, but yours is near."

He smiled coldly. The weeds around him were destroyed by his will to kill. He broke one by one. "I said, I will not give you the time to become a saint."