Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

Day and night passed, and the situation became more and more critical.

A cobweb-like crack appeared on the barrier of the protective formation. I don't know how long it can last. The nerves of all the monks stationed in the city are stretched into a bowstring stretched to the extreme. It seems that there is only one chance, and this string will fracture……

The city lord stood on the city wall, his dark pupils reflected the soaring demonic energy outside the city and the barrier that was about to be broken, and his fingers were firmly inserted into the blue bricks.

Just as he was sinking into depression, the steward of the city lord's mansion quickly walked up the tower, bowed and said: "City lord, Master Wen Xian, please go to the dungeon."

When the city lord heard the news, he was stunned for a moment, and then hurried to the city lord's mansion, with hope faintly flashing in the corner of his eyes.

When he went down to the dungeon, Wen Song was already waiting there. There were a hundred bottles of panacea in front of him. Although his brows were tired, his eyes were full of brilliance. .”

The city lord held his arm and hurriedly said, "Senior Brother Wen, don't be too polite."

Seeing his complexion, Wen Song probably guessed the situation outside, so he didn't talk nonsense, he pointed to the elixir in front of him and said: "These are all the poison elixirs I have refined in the past three days, and the most effective ones are 24 bottles in total. , nine pieces in each bottle, all top grade, burned with spiritual fire, can release the poisonous gas that makes the magic cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage lose two breaths of spiritual power, and the magic cultivator at the Golden Core stage loses five breaths of spiritual power, and the other seventy bottles have poor effect Some of them can only release the poisonous gas that makes the demon cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage lose half of their spiritual power, and the demon cultivators at the Jindan stage lose their spiritual power for three breaths."

The pupils of the city lord trembled slightly. He understood the value of these poisonous pills too well. A fight between monks could determine life and death in one breath. If what Wen Song said was true, these poisonous pills might really be able to save the lives of the people in the city. Life, he held Wen Song's hand, his fingertips seemed to be shaking a little, "Okay, Senior Brother Wen, I thank you on behalf of all the people in the city."

Wen Song is not used to getting close to people other than Yinsu. He curled his fingers and pulled his hand out, "You don't have to be the city lord. Brothers and sisters are doing their best to guard the city outside, and I'm just doing my best."

After hearing Wen Song's words, the city lord was even more moved, but it was not the time to speak, he took the poison pill and left in a hurry.

Wen Song continued to refine the poison pill.

After the city lord left the dungeon with the poison elixir, he quickly arrived at the city gate with his spiritual power, and distributed the poison elixir to the monks lined up at the city gate. After the distribution, he explained the usage of the poison elixir.

After hearing this, most of the disciples of the Yueling Sect didn't believe it. After all, if there really was such a powerful panacea, how could it be possible not to take it out earlier, but to distribute it to everyone at the end of the road?

Someone raised a question in their mind.

After hearing this, the city lord first smiled wryly, and then moved Wen Song out, "This pill is not owned by Liyue City, but it was refined by Senior Brother Wen."

Everyone was puzzled at first, and after a while, a clear voice came out from the crowd, "Is the city lord talking about Junior Brother Wen Song?"

The city lord said: "The old man has not had time to ask his name, only to see that the pill fire he used is light green."

"That's it," said a male cultivator who had some friendship with Xiang Shen: "Junior Brother Wen has Qingyanhuo in his body, although he worshiped under Sangyi Zhenjun, Dan Dao is under the tutelage of Chongyao Zhenjun."

The disciples of Yue Ling Sect may not know about Wen Song, but most of them know Zhenjun Chongyao very well, so they heard that Wen Song was a teacher of Zhenjun Chongyao, and they believed seventy percent of the elixir distributed by the city lord.

There were more than [-] spirit pills, and there were more than [-] monks stationed in the city and Yue Lingmen disciples who came to support them. In this way, the distribution of spirit pills was considered balanced.

Three hours later, the cracks on the protective formation became bigger and bigger, and the city lord stood in the center of the formation and said: "The formation can no longer withstand the demon cultivators, brothers, please withdraw the spiritual power that was sent into the formation. In order not to be unable to hold on to the battle with the demon cultivator later."

The monks sitting around outside the formation all responded.

Without the supply of spiritual power, the formation collapsed faster and faster.

The demon cultivators outside the city became more and more excited. They kept throwing magic weapons into the formation. After half an hour, the formation protecting the city was completely destroyed.

The monks in the city got up and jumped down from both sides of the tower with the magic weapon, and then divided into left and right wings, forming an encirclement trend. In the meantime, Moxiu's magic breath was locked.

Then came the merciless massacre, just like what Moxiu had done to the orthodox monks. The first batch of monks ran out of poison pills and replaced them with the second batch of monks. Cultivation was almost completely wiped out, and most of the orthodox monks were killed or injured.

After a battle, it was already the climax of the moon.

The jade hook sprinkled a thin layer of clear light, illuminating the slowly flowing blood in the place like an autumn maple under the frost.

Wen Song learned from the city lord that the poisonous pill he refined played a role in the battlefield, and let out a long breath. Fortunately, his efforts were useful.

He pulled Lingxiyin, told Yinsu the pill formula he had researched, and then bid farewell to the city lord of Liyue City.

The city lord has a good impression of Wen Song, who has refined the poisonous pill, and feels that it is much safer to have Danxiu in the city, so he is not willing to let Wen Song go. "The brothers from the Yueling Gate are all here, why did Brother Wen leave?"

"I want to hand over the poison prescription I have researched to the Zongmen. I don't feel relieved to leave this matter to others, so I want to go back in person." Seeing that his worry was still on his face, Wen Song added, "I will Leave a copy of the poison recipe, as long as there is alchemy in the city, more poison pills can be refined."

Speaking of this, the city lord had no reason to stop him, he sighed, and sent him out of the city himself.

After Wen Song left the city, he rushed towards the Yueling Gate...

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At this time, it has been five or six days since the one-sided massacre at Fengduya. After being at a loss at the beginning, the other three sects quickly formulated a plan, and they have been able to cope with it now. Xiu didn't take much advantage of them at all. There are countless generations who are good at alchemy, and there are countless people who are amazingly talented. Naturally, there are many recipes for refining poison pills. Therefore, after panic, he quickly had a countermeasure. Zongzhong Dan Xiu, Array Xiu, and Talisman Xiu gathered together. Although their cultivation base was not equal to Mo Xiu's, they still held back Mo Xiu's offensive.

Among the five great immortal sects, only Yunhuan Palace is an exception. Most of them are not strong in battle, and their status is mostly obtained through marriages with male cultivators from other immortal sects. Now facing such powerful enemies, they are almost retreating every step of the way.

Master Qingyu heard her disciples report that the affiliated cities under the sect had been destroyed one after another, her head hurt more and more, she raised her hand to stop, "Put this aside for now, is there a reply to the sound transmission to the other four great immortal sects? "

Yu Zijia, who was at the bottom, looked hesitant.

Qing Yu frowned slightly, "What are you hesitating for?"

Seeing Qingyu's impatient expression, Yu Zifan hurriedly said: "There is a reply, but the suzerain said that all the disciples under his sect have been dispatched to help the major cities, and I'm afraid there is no spare power to help Yunhuan Palace."

With a "bang", Qingyu's palm slapped on the armrest of the seat, her eyebrows raised, and her long eyebrows that flew obliquely to her temples showed a hostile look, "Go and tell your senior sister, let her teach the sect to you." Gather the disciples who went out and come back."

Yu Zifu raised his eyes suddenly, "But by doing this, the suzerain doesn't mean to ignore... the affiliated cities of the sect?"

Qing Yu glanced at her, and said in a serious tone, "Do as the deity says."

Yu Zifan was startled by the evil spirit in her eyes, couldn't help but took a step back, she lowered her eyebrows and said, "Yes, suzerain."

When the person left the main hall, Qing Yu turned her palm, and a message talisman appeared in her palm. She lowered her eyes for a while, and passed it out.

After doing this, she leaned back on the chair tiredly, closed her eyes, and did not move for a long time.

The evening sun was warm and cool, and when she climbed up to the hem of her skirt embroidered with love flowers through the palace door, the black and white leaves swayed a little lightly, and the crimson, blood-like petals held up on it were inexplicably , makes people feel cold...

After Wen Song returned to the sect, he wanted to visit Sang Yi first, but only found out that he was at the main peak when he arrived at Liuyue Hall.

Daotong, who was guarding outside the hall, said, "Brother Wen, do you want to wait for Zhenjun to come back here?"

"No need," Wen Song shook his head, turned around and summoned the crane to the main peak.

Suying Hall.

Shen Yugao took the main seat, and the rest of the True Monarchs were at the bottom of him. There was a lacquer table in front of them, and there were news sent from various places on it, so they could handle it easily.

After Wen Song stepped into the hall, he saluted respectfully.

Shen Yu called out, "Are you here looking for your master?"

"In addition to meeting the master, the disciple also wants to present a poison prescription," Wen Song said, taking out the jade slip he had inscribed from the Najie and holding it up with both hands. At that time, there were thousands of demon cultivators, but we only had more than [-] people. With the poisonous gas emitted by the poison pill, the demon cultivators were almost wiped out, and most of our side were killed or injured. Therefore, the disciple thought that these poison pills could be refined in large quantities. System, distributed to each city, so our losses will be reduced a lot."

Chongyao is proficient in alchemy, so when he heard Wen Song's words, he took the jade slip in his hand with great interest. He carefully distinguished the proportion of spiritual plants in it, and his eyes became more and more interested, "Can there be refining? A good poison pill?"

"Yes," Wen Song took out a glazed jade bottle containing poison pills and offered it.

Chong Yao moved his fingertips slightly, and the jade bottle was in his hands.

He crushed the poisonous pill, and then burned it with the pill fire, and the rotten smell instantly dispersed throughout the hall.

Wen Song's cultivation was low, and he was the first to be affected. He unconsciously activated his spiritual power to counteract the effect of the pill.

Chong Yao smelled this smell, but smiled, "I have grown a lot, but this poisonous pill should also affect righteous monks."

"It's because the disciple didn't think carefully." Wen Song was a little happy when he heard Zhenjun Chongyao's praise, "Give me some more time, and the disciple will definitely be able to improve the alchemy formula even more."