Resurrection of spiritual energy to become a god

A guard came up from the stairs: "Master."

"Well! How's it going outside?"

"The underworld didn't find out where the pill came from, but the news we spread in Kangfeng City said that Young Master Wan Wu had a soul-repairing pill in his hand.

I haven't heard of any auction fees from Juling Trading Company in the past few months, so the elixir should still be in Master Wanwu's hands. The soul-replenishing pill in Minglou has been replaced with the head of the Zhao family's combined monk.

This was never a glorious thing. The people who went to change the elixir were all disguised, and I don't know who changed it.

There is another one in the alchemist's hand, but in this huge sea of ​​people, the chance of finding someone is even slimmer. The only chance now is in the hands of Master Wanwu.

"How many pills are there on the Minglou list?" Gu Yiyang was more interested in this matter than the pills that were useful to him.

"There are still five yellow-level ones, ten for ten-level ones, and less than twenty for nine-level, eight-level, and seventh-level ones."

"Alas! The charm of the elixir is so terrible. In just two months, a big family has been defeated like this. It is really embarrassing!"

"Master, you don't know, everyone in Ulan City is talking about the Zhao family now!"

"What did you say?"

"Everyone says that the Zhao family must have offended a certain great alchemist, which is why they encountered such a misfortune. Others say that the Zhao family must have done something ungrateful and asked someone to take revenge.

Many people in the Zhao family died, but more people died who wanted to get the elixir. The charm of the elixir is infinite, making people continue to work hard.

The current Zhao family is also afraid of being killed. Now they are huddled in the Zhao Mansion formation and no one dares to come out again.

The Zhao family outside is almost dead. The Zhao family's shops have all closed down.

What is a little strange is that there are more than five fusion monks left in the Zhao family. There are more Huashen, Nascent Soul, and Golden Pills than pills, which is confusing. "Gu Yiyang looked at this subordinate's puzzled look with some amusement.

"Xuan Yi wants to know the reason?" Ou Mingze showed a calculating smile.

Xuan Yiming knew that Ou Mingze was digging a hole for him, but he really wanted to know.

"Why did you say that?"

"How about being my sparring partner for a year?"

Xuan Yi slapped his chest with a "bang bang" sound: "No problem. Just tell me."

"The elixir you mentioned is less than the number of people, so let me ask you again, if there is an elixir that can save one person's life, but two people need this elixir, what do you think we should do?"

"Then I must have killed another person."

"Do you understand now?"

"Well! Is it that simple?"

"Then why didn't you figure it out just now? There may be a fight going on in the Zhao family's formation now! As long as the dead heads are thrown out and someone gets the elixir, the rest of the people will be safe."

"The person who went to Hades to send the message is really smart."

What Ou Mingze hasn't said yet is that the remaining people may not be safe. The Zhao family has a lot of property, and they are defeated like a mountain. How could the people of Ulan City let go of this big piece of fat?

Unless the Zhao family is willing to give away all their property. Then they can live a normal life as a casual cultivator, but those who are used to living aloof are like masters. How could you give up such a lofty life and become an ordinary person?

However, there are still two Lianxu in the Zhao family, and it is unlikely that they will be swallowed completely.

Inside the Zhao Mansion.

Zhao Ziwen was looking for sparse spiritual plants in the deserted spiritual grass fields. He was dressed in rags and had wounds all over his body. After digging two or three spiritual grasses, I started to pant and could hardly lift the shovel.

"Bang..." After being kicked, Zhao Ziwen was kicked and fell down in the spiritual field. His mouth hit the gravel in the spiritual field, causing a mouthful of blood.

"What a useless piece of trash." Zhao Rou cursed from behind.

"Get up quickly. If you don't move, I'll whip you with a whip." Zhao Ziwen shook, his face full of fear.

"Hurry up and make some tea. It will be ready for my brothers and sisters to drink after their martial arts competition.

Zhao Zhiwen lowered his head and his eyes flashed: "I'll go right away."

"Hurry up, take your time, let's see if I can't kill you. Humph!" Zhao Rou left arrogantly.

Zhao Ziwen walked back weakly and slowly, carrying the spiritual grass he had dug all day, his stomach growling with hunger.

He regretted that he should not have harmed his brother by listening to outsiders. Since his brother left, he has never lived a stable and peaceful life.

In the past, when making elixirs, my brother would prepare the spiritual herbs, and the refined elixirs would be taken away by his elder brothers, sisters, younger brothers, and younger sisters. They would randomly give him three or five spiritual stones, which was very flattering to him.

But since my brother left. The spiritual herbs for alchemy were gone, those people couldn't get the elixir, and their enthusiasm for him was gone. Become extremely indifferent. He was really wrong.

"Brother, where are you?" Zhao Ziwen burst into tears.

No matter how slow you are, by the time you get there, the kitchen will be clean. There was nothing left, a few kitchen ladies were washing dishes.

"Mom Liu, is there anything to eat?" Zhao Ziwen asked in a low voice.

"No, there's no food left in the kitchen. You'll be hungry after the time has passed. Hum! You're a wolf with white eyes." The kitchen steward left cursing.

He looked at the clock outside. He immediately found a purple clay pot and started boiling water. He slowly waited for the water to boil.

The ladies who were washing dishes there chatted and said, "Oh, I heard that there will be a martial arts competition later, and all the young ladies in the family must participate. The last few people will be miserable!"

Another woman asked curiously: "What will happen to the last few?"

"How miserable can it be? Just throw him out of the house and ask someone to collect the elixir! Oh! How pitiful."

From the tone of his voice, I thought he was feeling sorry for those people. But the gloating expression on his face was so vivid.

"Mrs. Liu, didn't you say that all the younger members of the Zhao family are going to go? This person...?"

He licked his lips: "Isn't there another one here?"

"What nonsense are you talking about! What kind of junior is he from the Zhao family? He is more scary than us. Let me tell you, I heard Miss Rou say that day, she is just a dog raised by the Zhao family.

When you are in a bad mood, you can just kick it a few times and whip it a few times to relieve your anger. The dog will bite when he is anxious! But he didn't dare at all. "

"Why?" several women asked with interest.

"Because... without the Zhao family, his life would be worse than that of a dog. Hahaha..., bah! A white-eyed wolf."

"Mrs. Liu, you know so much. Yes, you are the most well-informed." Several women complimented.

"In the past! Young Master Yiming was very kind to him, but look at what he did, even an animal wouldn't be able to do it. I heard he was unruly."

"Really?" Several people said lively, but it didn't matter whether Zhao Ziwen could hear it or not.

Zhao Ziwen clenched his fists tightly and watched as small blisters slowly formed in the purple clay pot. His eyes were red from the smoke, and they were filled with hatred. He touched the bag on his body. It was flat and there was nothing in it.