Wandering around the world from Liaozhai

Then he immediately dismissed the idea.

After buying it for a long time, Han Li came out with the things.

He still hid the small green bottle, this thing is really too important, if he handed it over, you won't be able to get through your heart at all!

Instead, the piece of bark was taken out.

But even if it was to take the bark, Han Li thought about it for a long time. Although this thing is not important, it is not a simple thing.

Mu Daosheng looked at the storage bag in Han Li's hand, and he was determined. At least he felt that Han Li would not dare to hide it anymore.

Take the small bottle, he has no idea at all.

"I hope Fellow Daoists don't make mistakes!"

Yi took the storage bag, and there were indeed several boxes inside.

With a sweep of spiritual thoughts, six plants of ten thousand-year elixir and a piece of bark.

His face finally showed joy.

"That's right, it's kind of honest."

"Poverty Dao doesn't take your things for nothing, you take a bottle of elixir, it should have a lot of effect on your cultivation base."

Mu Daosheng casually threw a bottle of six-turn soul condensing pill to Han Li, then turned his head and left.

As for Han Li, he was a little more fortunate, but when this idea came up, he was speechless afterward!

"How could I have such an idea?"

Picking up the elixir in his hand and smelling it, he immediately felt a shock.

"This pill!"

Looking solemnly at Mu Daosheng's leaving back.

He muttered in his mouth: "Is this really seeing through myself?"

Han Li's soul had already reached the Great Consummation of God Transformation and had been unable to break through. This time, the elixir came just in time.

And although the sixth-rank resurrection pill is said to be a sixth-rank pill, it is actually just a second-rank pill.

......

Back to his own cave, Mu Daosheng looked happy.

The black bark is indeed unusual, and I can't find anything when I sweep it away with my spiritual sense.

Immediately also very excited.

"It seems that there is no problem with this thing being used to refine the formation map!"

As soon as the real fire was sprayed from the mouth, two colors of real fire immediately covered the bark.

The bark became shriveled in an instant. It was like dead bark, but now it is even more dry.

Time passed slowly, and Mu Daosheng frowned.

"How come, I can't hold this real fire even if it fits together, this thing hasn't changed in the slightest?"

That's right, this event has not changed in the slightest.

The same is true in the original work, whether it is fire or water bubbles, it doesn't work at all.

"It seems that my real fire is still not strong enough!"

With a soft sigh, Mu Daosheng slowly took out a small stove.

This is the Eight-Eared Stove, a group of fire crows that Mu Daosheng killed in the wilderness. It is made by refining its bones with demon pills, which can greatly increase the power of its own flames.

The Eight-Eared Furnace turned into life-size in an instant, and then Mu Daosheng directly threw the bark into it, and the wind streamer in his hand appeared instantly, and then directly aroused a strong wind.

When the real fire is spit out, the wind helps the fire.

With a bang, the wake of the flame increased greatly, and even Mu Daosheng felt a little heat.

"Pin Dao doesn't believe it, this time I can't refine you."

In the stove, at this time, the bark finally changed a little bit, from the black dead bark slowly softening, and then revealing a touch of greenness inside.

Time passed slowly, and Mu Daosheng was not in a hurry at this time, since he could melt slowly, he didn't care, anyway, time, there are a lot of these things Mu Daosheng.

Others are poor, but their lives are many.

.......

At this moment, Zhenjun Huangliang has been locked up in the cave for half a year, and his injuries have not improved in the slightest. Now he is relying on his life to survive.

When Mu Daosheng remembered, maybe he could still be saved, otherwise he would have to wait for death.

Although it is not impossible for the spiritual world to heal his injuries, but as far as it is concerned, his contribution to Huangliang Zhenjun is not enough.

The value itself is average, so I won't talk about anything else.

Sitting on the reclining chair, he looked at the two beautiful maids beside him, both of whom were foundation-building practitioners, and he had a hint of grumpiness on his face.

This is also something that can be done. He was originally an invincible master of refining virtual reality, but now he has become a disabled person lying in a wheelchair. Who can accept this.

"Have you heard of any Taoist entering the city recently?"

At this time, all his inner hopes were placed on Mu Daosheng.

After all, Mu Daosheng had said that there was a way to heal his injuries.

The maid returned respectfully: "I heard that a Taoist has entered the city recently, but that person seems to be an elder in the city, so I don't know if it is the person the master wants to know." Your eyes win.

"Tell me, what does that person look like?"

Now it's embarrassing for the maid to live in. How can the rubbish of the foundation building know the elder's trace and appearance.

Huangliang Zhenjun understood in a blink of an eye, smiled wryly, waved his hand, let the maid go down, and then closed his eyes to rest.

Although he is temporarily unable to recover, but as long as there is hope, he will never give up.

Those who can advance to refining the void, no one is a waste, not to mention other things, their minds must be fine.

However, there is an elder in the city who looks like a Taoist, so you can find a chance to inquire about it.