I rely on collecting five blessings to cultivate immortality

Chapter 344 Desolation Pill

Ren Zhen narrowed his eyes and finally saw the shadow on the horizon.

It was a tiger, a tiger as big as a hill.

The gray and white hair is raised high, stained with green blood, which is particularly eye-catching at the end of the sun.

Five figures dragged ahead, the giant tiger was tied to the reins, the fur rubbed against the gravel, and the sound of the camp under the setting sun was clearly audible.

"Come!"

The leading man roared and pulled the rein hard, the hill-like desolate beast was thrown high and then hit the ground heavily, causing the entire space to tremble for three minutes.

"Come on!"

"Don't rob me!"

"I'm sure about the wild beast!"

The man's roar was like a starting gun, and all the alchemists rushed out together, chasing each other, turning into countless rays of light and rushing straight towards the tiger-shaped wild beast.

Ren Zhen was stunned by the sight in front of him and asked numbly: "Why are they...this is..."

Ying Mu'er hugged the black fox and explained: "They are all grabbing the filthy core of that desolate beast."

"Che Zhuo's team has the ability to hunt first-class desolate beasts. Any alchemist is very greedy for the filthy core of first-class desolate beasts. As long as they refine desolate pills, they can make a lot of money." Fan Xuening said indifferently: "Che Zhuo's team No hard bidding, first come first served, this is their consistent style."

Ren Zhen watched those alchemists pushing each other, desperately trying to climb up the body of the tiger-shaped wild beast, and fight for the dirty core hidden in the head of the wild beast.

And the man named Che Zhuo sat on the ground with a golden knife, looking up to the sky and laughing, as if the battle between the alchemists was a farce, and he was the only audience.

The peak of refining Xu... Ren Zhen felt his strength very easily.Che Zhuo didn't restrain his spiritual energy at all, even though the spiritual energy was overflowing all over his body, Ren really thought, perhaps monks below Yuan Ying would have difficulty breathing standing beside him.

"Mine! It's mine! Hahaha!"

On the corpse of the desolate beast, an alchemist with a face full of flesh raised his wrist high, and a dark flesh core oozing green blood was held in his palm.

Under his feet, the desolate beast's tiger head could no longer see its true appearance. It had been smashed to pieces by the alchemists. Dozens of alchemists surrounding the tiger's head looked frustrated, looking up at the filthy core, their eyes filled with tears. It's envy.

"It's yours!"

Che Zhuo slapped his thigh, boldly announcing the alchemist's victory, his majestic figure stood up abruptly, only then did Ren Zhen see his appearance clearly.

Che Zhuo's face was covered with vertical and horizontal scars, and there was also a long scar on his bald head.His arms are raised high, straight as iron, and behind him is a big knife as tall as a man, only his bear-like body with big arms and waist can swing it.The stout blacksmith who took the giant scorpion's carapace was also inferior in comparison to him, Ren Zhen thought, he was simply a black bear.

"Go and settle the bill with her." Che Zhuo stretched out his thumb, signaling the alchemist to settle the money with a girl wearing glasses next to him.

"Thank you Brother Che!" The alchemist clasped his fists and bowed, happily jumped off the wild beast's body, and took out a ledger to check the amount of money.

"Let's go back and wait for him." Fan Xuening turned around, Ren Zhen understood that she was referring to the moustache alchemist, and he was also among the frustrated crowd.

The three waited at the door of the shop for a while, and the black fox looked curiously at the electric fan thrown by the mustache.She had been imprisoned for hundreds of years, Ren Zhen thought, she must have never seen an electric fan.

Moustache followed the crowd back to the shop sullenly, and sighed, "That guy has made a fortune."

Ren Zhen asked curiously: "May I ask what class of wild beast is that wild beast?"

"Class A! A real class A!" Mustache suddenly raised his head, and said angrily, "If the surname Zhuang hadn't stepped on me, maybe..." In the middle of speaking, he suddenly became depressed again, waved his hands and said: "Forget it, maybe I will be poor all my life... I will never get ahead."

Fan Xuening took out the fish bones and accepted the ring again, without wasting any time to explain.

"A second-class desolation pill." Mustache stood firm, "There will never be any more!"

Ren Zhen held back his intention to bargain this time, he had just been hit, and he didn't look like he was in the mood to bargain.

Fan Xuening frowned slightly, her eyes hesitated, she was not sure whether she should raise the price again.

"Sister Xue Ning." Ying Muer stood on tiptoe and whispered in her ear, "Why don't you just take a desolate pill, you gave the filthy core to Senior Brother Chai, this desolate pill can just let you try to break through .”

Fan Xuening wrinkled her nose, and Ren Zhen suddenly understood what she was struggling with, "Senior Sister Fan." Fan Xuening was older than him, so it was always right to address her as Senior Sister, "I'm new here, and I don't know what the Desolate Pill is, just change it." That's it, I don't mind."

"You kid don't even know the Desolation Pill?" Mustache shook his eyebrows, "How did you get around in the wilderness?" Ren Zhen felt his eyes fall on his face, and then glanced at the long hair tied behind his head , and then looked at Fan Xuening, a suddenly enlightened expression appeared on his face...

"I just came to the Great Wilderness not long ago." Ren Zhen explained before he could think about it: "I have seen the Foul Core, but I don't know what this Desolate Pellet is. Can you teach me a thing or two?"

Ren Zhen's flattery is very useful, the alchemist twisted his beard, as if teaching the younger generation, "Seeing that you are young, I don't know this, please forgive me, the old man will come to give you one today, Use it as a place to buy fish bones."

With a straight expression, Ren Zhen cupped his hands deeply, "Thank you sir for your enlightenment."

"You said that you know the filthy core, then you should know that this filthy core is formed by the precipitation of the spiritual energy in the wild beast, the source of the wild beast's power, and the crystallization of the spiritual power in the whole body." The mustache paused and looked at it with style. Ren Zhen took a look.Ren Zhen nodded his head half-understood, what he said was almost the same as what he guessed.

"The filthy core contains spiritual energy, but it cannot be directly absorbed by the monks. It needs to be passed through the hands of our alchemists..." Mustache took turns bending his fingers, "It can only be refined into desolate pills to assist monks in their cultivation. Each filthy core can Refining five desolate pills, different grades of desolate cores also correspond to different grades of desolate pills. There are also differences between desolate pills of the same grade, which are related to the desolate beasts that take the cores, and also related to the alchemist's technology... "

Having said that, he puffed up his chest, "In my hands, even the D-level Desolation Pill is comparable to the medicine passed down by ordinary aristocratic families."

"If I get that first-class filthy core..." Mustache gritted his teeth, his beard trembling, "It would be a waste of money for that idiot!"

Ren Zhen smiled awkwardly, and nodded to Fan Xuening.

If Ding and other desolate pills can be compared to the family pills, one C-grade desolate core is equivalent to five C-grade desolate pills...

Unexpectedly, Fan Xuening gave Chai Hongyuan such a precious practice ceremony, and Ren Zhen admired her a little more.

Fan Xuening let out a sigh of embarrassment, and finally made up her mind. "A tier [-] Desolation Pill."

(End of this chapter)