"Boy, isn't it great to be soaked in so many spiritual medicines?"

After putting in the elixir, Elder Mo smiled strangely, and suddenly took out a small knife with a flashing cold light.

Fang Ze's face changed a little. Didn't this old guy say he wanted to refine him alive forty-nine days? Did he change his mind?

"Boy, do you think refining medicine is soaking you comfortably in the elixir? Hehe..."

Elder Mo chuckled, then sniffed the knife directly into Fang Ze's arm, then grabbed the handle and stirred it before pulling it out.

Suddenly, blood flowed out of Fang Ze's arm.

"You!" Fang Ze was furious. This was not to kill him, but to torture him.

"Boy, you are my main medicine. At that time, the essence will be on you. Of course, your flesh and blood will be combined with these spiritual medicines."

Elder Mo said in a sequel, and then pierced through Fang Ze's other arms and legs in turn.

The blood splattered, and soon, Fang Ze's blood was dyed red in the medicine cauldron.

Fang Ze really felt a strong sense of hatred in his heart at this moment. He underestimated the old man's vicious thoughts, which made him a little unexpected.

The knife was obviously not an ordinary knife. After stabbing it, his magic power was flowing, causing his blood to flow non-stop.

If this continues, even if he does not die now, his blood will soon be gone.

"Old guy, you are so cruel!"

Although Fang Ze's physique is quite special, he is also a flesh and blood body after all. The loss of a lot of blood also makes him feel weak. He has never hated anyone like he is now.

"Don't be afraid, you won't die so soon. Soaked in so many spiritual medicines, how could life be so short? You won't die until the elixir is completed. And you should feel that being able to melt so many spiritual medicines into one furnace is a blessing you have cultivated for ten lifetimes!"

Elder Mo smiled and licked the blood on the knife, with a cruel and ferocious expression. "It is worthy of being the blood nourished by the Nine Orifices Golden Pill. It is very fragrant and sweet. I really look forward to the day when the Deadly Pill is completed!"

"Okay, very good!" Fang Ze gritted his teeth secretly. Nothing is useful now, and he can only endure it.

"Ah, I almost forgot the most important point. The Nine Orifices Golden Pill is in your heart, and the medicinal effect is also concentrated in your heart." Elder Mo laughed again with a knife.

"Old guy, what else do you want to do?" Fang Ze secretly shook his mind. This old guy's mind is so vicious that he doesn't want to tear his heart.

"Don't worry, I said I wouldn't let you die. If you die now, my death pill will really not be able to be refined. I want you to stay awake and practice slowly. This effect will be the best."

Elder Mo smiled grimly, "It's just that I think it might be safer to open a hole in your chest."

Then he stabbed Fang Ze's chest directly, but he was very accurate in grasping it and did not hurt Fang Ze's heart. He just opened a blood hole in his chest.

Fang Ze groaned, just gritting his teeth and staring at Elder Mo.

He really wanted to curse a few words, but thinking about it, it was better to save some effort to face the next situation.

As long as he does not die, he will definitely give this old guy a big surprise.

"Okay, boy, enjoy the days ahead with peace of mind!"

With Elder Mo's smile, Elder Mo closed the medicine cauldron with a loud bang.

Then, he began to draw fire and refine medicine.

Of course, the fire he attracted was definitely not ordinary fire, but the fire of the earthly evil. The unique feature of this cave is that it not only contains the Taoist rhyme, but more importantly, there is fire evil underground, otherwise he would not have chosen this place as a place for refining medicine.

Fire Evil can also be called the fire of the center of the earth. It is born from the underground for many years and belongs to the strongest innate spiritual fire, but the concept is relatively general, because Fire Evil does not refer to a single type of flame, but is a comprehensive general term.

Fire Evil is divided into nine grades, one grade is the lowest and nine grades are the highest.

In other words, the strength of the fire evil reference depends on personal strength. The stronger the strength, the stronger the fire evil that can be controlled. Without this aspect of practice and insufficient strength, ordinary monks cannot refer to the fire evil even if they are in a place where there is a fire evil.

Even with Elder Mo's current cultivation level, he can only refer to the third-grade fire evil.

But for alchemy, the third-grade fire evil is enough.

With Elder Mo's Dharma guidance, milky white flames continued to gush out from the ground, jumping under the medicine cauldron. As the flames hopped, streams of spiritual power fluctuated, and lights continued to sink into the medicine cauldron.

Elder Mo sat next to the medicine cauldron, pinching the magic trick with his fingers, closing his eyes tightly, and not moving, protecting the medicine cauldron.

With the cover of the fire evil spirit, the patterns on the medicine cauldron also seemed to come alive, as if there was life, and it was carrying out some kind of operation.

At this moment, Fang Ze, who was sealed in the medicine cauldron, only felt one thing, that was his frustration.

His limbs were pierced and his chest was also a blood hole. Although the blood flow was slower now, it made him extremely weak. If it weren't for soaking in these rare elixirs, he would probably have lost his life.

He never thought that he would have such a day when he came to this world.

The temperature inside the cauldron is gradually rising, and the medicinal pulp has begun to bulge bubbles.

If it were ordinary people, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to stand this warmth any longer.

But what made him feel relieved was that the restrictions that Elder Mo put on him seemed to be gradually fading in this environment.

If he hadn't lost too much blood, he could already move.

Now, he just couldn't raise any strength.

"Gudonggudong."

He suddenly drank a few mouthfuls of the medicinal powder mixed with his blood, and the restrictions were fading, which also represented his opportunity.

After drinking a few sips of the medicine, his spirit gradually recovered.

"I'm old, I want to make me a medicine, and dream!"

The temperature inside the cauldron was getting higher and higher, and the medicinal slurry was almost being refined into thick shape, and countless bubbles were rolling.

Those rare spiritual medicines mixed in the medicinal pulp also emit the light of spiritual energy.

Although Fang Ze could withstand the high temperature, after taking the pills of medicine, although his spirit recovered a little, he was still very weak. Without thinking, he endured the huge pain on his arm, grabbed a spiritual medicine and stuffed it into his mouth.

Then he began to close his eyes and began to try to regulate his breathing through the medicinal properties.

However, it is difficult to condense the true energy. It seems that Elder Mo's ban has not completely disappeared, but it can only make his hands and feet move slightly.

He sighed secretly, this old guy's method was indeed amazing.

At this moment, Fang Ze found that milky white light surrounded him, and was automatically drilling into his body like brilliance.

"This is?"
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