Resurrection of spiritual energy to become a god

"I think Master Zhuang will soon be able to find an antidote to kill the spirit-swallowing insects."

Before everyone came back to their senses. Mingming has completed this series of actions at lightning speed. Zhuang Heng has been thrown away.

"Ugh... vomit vomit..." Zhuang Heng wanted to spit out the blood he had just swallowed, but he couldn't. There was a smell of blood in his mouth.

Pointing at Mingming with trembling fingers. "You...you...you don't have to die well. Qingming didn't say a word, just looked at him coldly, and no one around him moved.

"Whoever kills him for me, I will make ten furnaces of elixirs for you for free." The eyes of the people around him flashed, but no one moved.

Zhuang Heng looked up and looked around. No one was moving at all. They seemed to be worried about something. He yelled: "Is it twenty times twenty times?"

It's quiet here. "You traitors. You are all bastards who add insult to injury. When you want elixirs, you just beg for mercy in front of me. Just wait for me." After that, he returned to his tent.

"Brother, does this person really have a way? Can he really have a way to cure me?"

"Unless he wants to die. Otherwise he will find a way." Ming Lang released his own mobile home directly next to Zhuang Heng's mobile home.

"This person is so crazy. Who is he? Ye Yilan looked at the people in his circle. Zhan Yue. Du Hang. Jiang Yan. Liang Yi. Liu Chen...

"Miss Ye wants to know, I can tell you." Two people walked from a distance and were in front of them in a blink of an eye.

"Fellow Daoist Sikong, Fellow Daoist Mu, you are also here."

"Yes, we are really destined. Miss Ye is doing well now. It seems that Miss Ye is very lucky. I am so happy for you."

"Fellow Daoist Sikong, thank you. I also feel that I am very lucky. You haven't told me who that crazy person is yet?" Suddenly the voice suddenly changed and Xiao Xiao looked over there.

"Miss Ye doesn't often go out to practice, let alone go south. That's the brightness of the Paradise Palace."

"The young master of Paradise Palace is Mingming. Is he this person? I have heard of this person's name, but I have never seen him in person. Does he look like this?"

"Yes, this person is Mingming. Isn't he outstanding? But Miss Ye must be careful, this person is truly ruthless and has no taboo on meat and vegetables.

As long as it's what he wants, he won't dare to do it without it. Plus his appearance and the skills he learned. Even though many women knew they were attracted by moths, they still provided him with "cultivation resources" one after another.

"Fellow Taoist Sikong, from what you said, it seems that women all over the world like his face. Are you stupid to give up your cultivation resources to him?"

"The cultivation resources I'm talking about are not the cultivation resources you think they are."

"what is that?"

"Senior sister, please stop asking." Jiang Yan was a little worried about his careless senior sister, who was sometimes smart and sometimes stubborn.

"Of course you have to ask clearly if you don't understand, so as not to get tricked later, don't you know? Fellow Daoist Sikong has already reminded you, so of course I have to ask." After saying that, his eyes brightened again, and he looked at Sikong Rui.

"Miss Ye wants to ask, of course I can tell you, do you know what kind of place the Paradise Palace is? The people there basically practice charm, either to collect yin and not yang, or to collect yang to replenish yin.

This is one of their methods of cultivation. In their eyes, men or women are the furnaces they feed. "

Ye Yilan shivered intelligently. "It's too scary. I have to stay away from that person." He said and shook his body.

"Fellow Daoist Sikong, please stop talking. This girl is timid. She will get scared later and get into trouble. I won't be able to explain to my uncle when I get back." Du Hang said helplessly.

"Master Zhuang Alchemy, I'm not lying. If you don't believe me, ask Junior Brother Mu. He is from the same place as you, so he can't lie to you. Doesn't this mean that this girl has a good character? Give him a warning. ?”

"Senior sister, please stop running around in the future. You see, you almost had a big problem if you ran around once. When senior brother and I heard this, we were almost frightened to death."

"Xiao Yan'er, I understand. I will never run away again. Don't tell me that you were scared to death, I was almost scared to death too."

Everyone who knew this girl laughed silently, thinking: It's strange that he can be so honest.

"Is there really such a pill as the Qinghun Pill?" Du Hang asked with great interest.

"Of course, I have seen it with my own eyes and touched it. When I smell it, I feel like my soul is being cleansed." Ye Yilan said, still looking intoxicated.

Du Hang said with a longing look on his face: "It would be great if I were here.

He looked at Ye Yilan with a look of hatred, "Seeing such a rare elixir, why don't you scrape off a little powder to see what the ingredients are."

Ye Yinan rolled his eyes, who are these people? : "Fortunately, they gave me a look. If it were you, you looked crazy, as if you were trying to steal other people's things, they would definitely not even look at you."

"How could I snatch someone else's elixir? It depends on what you said. Let's see if there is no loss."

"You just said you wanted to shave off a little bit, and now you say there is no loss."

Everyone watched the two men bickering here. The atmosphere was quite relaxed for a while. Suddenly they heard the sound of an attack in the distance, and everyone stood up and looked into the distance.

"Bang! Mr. Wanwu has been quite satisfied these days. At the beginning, he just wanted to use a love affair to make A Ming forget all the unpleasantness.

But later on, he became a little bit happy and simply had a hearty time. It wasn't until A Ming begged for mercy that he pulled back the joy of a runaway horse.

Only later did they enter the real state of having a weekend break. The body is satisfied and people become very excited. This morning, he got up with great interest and cooked orc porridge for Zhao Yiming. This was something he had never done before.

"A Ming is up for dinner." Wan Wan Shao wanted to hug Zhao Yiming who was still sleeping.

"I don't want to eat, and I want to sleep again."

"Eat and then sleep. I made the meat porridge you like."

Zhao Yiming had been drowsy just now, and his eyes that had not been opened suddenly became round. "Can you make porridge?"

Wan Wushao kissed Zhao Yiming's red cheek. "Look what you said, what's wrong with making porridge? Although it's not as fragrant as yours, I can cook it pretty well. It's not something that requires high-end technology."

Zhao Yiming took one of Wan Wushao's hands and looked at it. His fingers were long and slender. The bones are strong and the texture is clear. There are thin calluses on the palms. But it gives people a sense of security.

Full of sighs: "How valuable is the porridge made by your hands?"

Wan Wu Shao smiled: "So you have to cherish it, I will only cook porridge for you alone."

While talking, Zhao Yiming got dressed and came to the table. Wanwu Shao served Zhao Yiming a bowl of porridge. I also served myself a bowl. It was pretty good for him to take a sip by himself, although it wasn't like when Yi Ming made porridge and put some medicinal materials in it.

He looked at Zhao Yiming: "How is it?"

"Not bad." Zhao Yiming drank the meat porridge with a bit of blood smell, but he felt very satisfied.

No one had ever endured porridge for him alone. Even the bowl of food brought to him by his brother, whom he once cared about, was something that could kill him.

The two of them were drinking wine in warmth and silence, when suddenly. They felt that the protective formation outside had been touched.

"Wan Lichen and Zhao Yiming, come out here." Zhuang Heng yelled outside.

"Yiming, you eat first, I'll go out and see what's going on with this guy."

"There's a lot of banging and banging outside, but I can still eat. Forget it, let's go together."

"Alchemist Zhuang, what's the matter with you? I have to ask you to do it yourself.

"Do you have the Nine-Pattern Heavenly Mushroom?" Zhuang Heng asked, pointing at Zhao Yiming.

"Who told you that?"

"Don't care who told me, just tell me if you have the Nine-Patterned Heavenly Mushroom?"

“”

"Give me the Nine-Pattern Sky Mushroom, and I can accept you as my apprentice and teach you how to make alchemy. I am a great yellow-level elixir. If you don't have a good master to teach you how to make alchemy, you will only be a low-level elixir for the rest of your life." He is just an alchemist. Zhuang Heng deceived Zhao Yiming in a good and tempting manner.

“”

When Zhuang Heng saw that Zhao Yiming was silent, he upped the ante and said, "Give me the nine-marked mushroom, and I can accept you as an inner disciple."