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Wu Hao sat there on her knees, completely dumbfounded.

--What is she saying?

At the top of his head, Zu Long was also in deep thought when he heard these words.

"Why did you say this?" Zu Long said, still not fluctuating.

With the foundation of the cultivation base, and the elixir of self-refining with one's own blood, no matter whether it succeeds or fails, it will undoubtedly die.

When they were speaking, there was an indescribable spirit flowing in the eyes of the twin dragons. Under this kind of vision, people only feel that their minds are penetrated, and they can't hide any secrets.

"You just said that the purpose of absorbing the soul to prolong life is to better protect China." Yuan Qingqing endured the pressure, "That is to say, as long as it is enough to sustain itself, it will not kill more people indiscriminately, right?"

She tried her best to use a humble tone, but it was clear that this was heard in Zu Long's ears, and it was just a child's play.

"Do you want to sacrifice yourself and change the lives of ordinary people?"

Yuan Qingqing bit his lip and nodded.

"How do you think you can have this qualification?" Zu Long's voice still did not fluctuate.

There is still no emotion in these words, but there is absolute disdain in the words.

——How can a person's life be worth the sum of the souls of thousands of people?

When the huge pressure came again, Yuan Qingqing couldn't help but lower his head. That sentence seemed to have a substantial weight, and she was almost overwhelmed by the weight.

Do you want to be the so-called savior just by sacrificing yourself?

Why do you think you can save these people?

Why do you think your life can be so valuable?

Why are you so arrogant?

She bit her lip, her teeth pierced deep into the flesh, as if she was accumulating power in silence-the power to speak in front of Zulong.

"Because... I'm a genius."

The voice was not loud, but this time, Zu Long did not reply.

He just looked down, watching the girl sitting on the ground raise her face, facing the ancient king of ten thousand scales, and giving her reason.

She is a genius.

Teacher Wei personally admitted that she is the most gifted immortal cultivator among this group of students, a true genius.

This is her confidence and capital.

The voice drifted away, and the bronze space sank into dead silence again, as if it remained silent for thousands of years.

"Arrogant."

Zu Long closed his eyes slightly, his voice low.

"However, with such self-confidence, then I will give you a chance...I will give you a death."

All the pressure suddenly disappeared, and Yuan Qingqing leaned forward, completely regaining his freedom.

She moved and stretched her body, then slowly stood up, turned her head, and glanced at Wu Hao over there.

Wu Hao was also looking at her, but his body was still pressed on the ground. The eyes of the two crossed in the air for a moment, the former looked dull and the latter had a complicated expression.

——This time, if she fails to do it, the first person to be implicated is Wu Hao next to her.

Yuan Qingqing was silent for a moment, then she suddenly narrowed her eyes and smiled softly.

"Trust me." She spoke to Wu Hao with her lips, "This time, a miracle will happen."

After she said this sentence, she didn't look at the latter's changing expression, but took out a few spells and pasted them on the ground. Based on this, she drew a fire-genus spirit gathering circle, like a fire under a pill furnace.

She pressed her body and sat cross-legged in the center of the circle, rubbing her cold fingers, and forcibly suppressing the uncontrollable fear in her heart.

According to Hua Nian'an, that prescription will consume Shou Yuan-this kind of price, as long as it is an individual, it is impossible not to fear.

But now she can't be afraid. If you lose your hand because of fear, then you really lose all the games.

Don't be afraid.

Don't be afraid of things that have already been decided.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and moved her spiritual power, urging the formation under her seat, then slowly raised her hand and placed it in her heart.

——Take the five internal organs as the guide, the fire of the heart veins as the flame, and the flesh and blood veins as the furnace. This is the basis of refining.

She recalled the contents of the pill prescription, vomiting to mobilize the whole body's spiritual power, and then with a brain, all of it was directed to the heart.

In the human body, liver is wood, spleen is soil, lung is metal, kidney is water, and heart is fire.

The basic idea of ​​this pill is to stimulate and use the internal fire hidden in the heart of the human body to directly refine it.

When she first saw this pill recipe, she couldn't help but be surprised, what exactly was this way? Such a violent impact on one's own heart is almost self-defeating. Does this actually belong to the art of alchemy?

And now, she is experimenting with the contents of this prescription herself.

Spiritual energy rushed into the main channel, stimulating the heart to beat violently, and the banging sound resounded through Knowledge like a drum.

The blood flow throughout the body is therefore accelerated, bringing a burning sensation like a scorching fire. This made her face flushed, and her breathing became heavy, as if she was drowning.

Sure enough, as I thought before: the burden of rushing to the heart is unimaginable.

The loaded heart was beating warning-like, bursts of dizziness like rain, and at the same time, there was also the pain of a heavy blow in the atrium.

But at the same time, she also felt the scorching heat that the blood rubbed against the meridians, like a faint flame igniting in her chest.

If Hua Nian'an is here, she will definitely be surprised: Although the refining method itself is not difficult, the only thing that is difficult is to find a way to fire in this app. However, only the first time she tried, she actually found the key to this spiritual power operation at once.

But this is not surprising. She was the first person to find a sense of breath, and she is the same now. Such perception and manipulation are indeed worthy of the name of genius.

Yuan Qingqing took a deep breath and used his spiritual power to reduce all the scorching heat to one point, condensing it into the real "heart fire", and slowly moved it out of the ventricle, as if lifting a bunch of torches that had just been lit in the main channel. Slowly shifted away.

This undoubtedly puts the meridian on the fire for baking. Unexpectedly, this action brought a real burning pain.

It's as if countless small blade fragments were suddenly inserted into the chest, and these fragments were cutting the flesh and blood meridians, and the whole chest was slowly cracking because of this, like mud bricks that shrank and cracked in the flames.

At the moment of her anger, her body began to tremble, her cheeks were sweating, and the veins on her forehead were blooming, and her breathing became a little harder, almost unable to support her body.

But it was precisely because of these feelings that she immediately understood the nature of this so-called "Pill Art".

This is similar to the modern method of distillation. Put a flask filled with water on top of the flame and bake it until the excess water evaporates to dryness, leaving the bottom essence.

Now, she herself is the flask; and the essence she wants to leave behind is the ultimate vitality.

"You have the mind to save sentient beings, so I will give you this. As for how to use it, I have already said everything that needs to be said, and you can find the rest on your own."

"Go to save the most and most important people."

In the confusion, Hua Nian'an's warning at the time seemed to sound in her mind again, and she suddenly understood the essence of this pill.

The method studied by the Baili couple is used by evil ways. As the founders, they would naturally not fail to see how the sorcery works.

Their method of refining was changed to a witchcraft for refining life by others, and this witchcraft was noticed by them and reclaimed and improved: it was only in their hands that the object of refining was not directed at others, but at themselves.

Refining others for one's own purposes is an evil way; but if you use the same method to refine yourself, is it still a sorcery?

Yuan Qingqing couldn't figure this out.

At this moment, she only felt very lucky and grateful.

Fortunately, Hua Nian'an really taught her this method at the time. Otherwise, now she can only watch people die and can't do anything else-this time thousands of people are involved, even familiar classmates are among them.

And now, because of this power, she has the ability to save this situation.

This is her "Tao".

What she learned from school allowed her to truly realize her "Tao".

If she hadn't learned this method, she would definitely regret it to the last moment-Hua Nian'an should have seen this too, so she would grant her this method, right?

I should really thank the teacher in person.

In the fading consciousness, she believed so firmly and was proud of it.

But she thought so, but she didn't know how terrifying the scene was in the eyes of the beholder.

With her urging, the spirit gathering array under her seat also lit up, and the subtle fire spiritual power was drawn from the surroundings to surround her, creating the most suitable fire spiritual environment, like a holy spirit dancing in the flames. Female.

In the silence, Wu Hao opened his eyes wide and stared at the scene in front of him.

Before the flames, he suddenly thought of a kind of ethnic festival that he had read in the book.

It was a ceremony to worship the **** of spring. During the ceremony, countless spectators sat under the stage and watched a young girl chosen as the sacrifice dance until she died. At the end of the dance, her feet were covered with blood, her muscles and veins were broken, and the village ushered in another beautiful spring in the midst of such dripping.

Now, before his eyes, the sacrifice began. This girl is the sacrifice of that dancing, but he is the only audience.

This is a dance toward death, a dance that cannot be stopped, a dance that brings new life.

The light red 氤氲 began to evaporate from her body, it was like blood mist, but it appeared here without a trace of evil, but exuded the ultimate purity and vitality.

——This is her refined product, the most refined and purest vitality. Only this kind of crystallization can become the elixir of the immortal medicine and truly bring it back to life.

The essence of the so-called elixir of resurrection is to gather the essence of the heaven and the earth that is rich in vitality.

The blood mist peeled off Yuan Qingqing's body, and at the same time it peeled off the blood on her face. Obviously she was in the flames, but she slowly curled up unconsciously, like a kitten in the cold, shaking slightly.

The same chill also appeared on Wu Hao. He opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't even make a sound, let alone move half a step. He was forced to press on this auditorium, watching this unstoppable performance.

At the moment when the blood mist rose, the pair of longan eyes on the top of the head seemed to tremble slightly. He stared at the girl who was shrouded in the blood mist, as if he was groaning for a while, then slowly raised the first level and opened the huge dragon's mouth.

As Ancestral Dragon opened his mouth, he saw the rising blood mist going toward him like a thin thread that was drawn, and being swallowed into his body in bursts.

As soon as the blood mist entered the body, there seemed to be a subtle light flashing in the eyes of the dragons, and even the dragon body hanging above it seemed to be reborn with a shimmer of light, as if it had been polished by something.

This is the purest breath of life, and in a sense it is also a treasure of heaven and earth. Sure enough, as Yuan Qingqing said, the effect of self-cultivation by the cultivator is many times better than that of directly absorbing the spirit of the soul.

Unfortunately...

Zulong's huge eyes drooped, and she quietly stared at Yuan Qingqing below: At this time, her face was as pale as paper, and the whole person was visibly weakened with naked eyes, like a flower being drained of water.

She is now a high-level foundation building, and this cultivation level is enough to disregard the whole school. But for Zu Long, the power she can provide is far from enough.

In any case, she was not the **** of pill Hua Nian'an, and in the use of this secret technique, both the quantity and the quality of the extraction were far behind. Not to mention, as a foundation, even if she puts forward all the vitality, it is a drop in the bucket for Zu Long, at most, it can only withstand the sacrifices of a few people.

Did she think of this the moment before she used it?

At that moment, the King of Ten Thousand Scales, who had witnessed the transformation of heaven and earth, seemed to be touched slightly, just as people would stop and sigh for a moment when they saw the ants struggling to survive in a fire.

But that's it. As an upper-level existence, he will not be given any unnecessary pity for this.

Zulong closed his eyes slightly, feeling the weak but tenacious anger flowing in his body, like a wild flower blooming on the wasteland, although it was insignificant, it made the whole piece of soil wake up.

Unspeakable power began to radiate from him, and the luster of the night star picture above his head seemed to be eclipsed in an instant, but the gold mountain and silver sea below shook. The whole space seems to be undergoing a miniature rebirth of heaven and earth~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The stars are changing over the head, and the mountains under the ground are whistling with tsunami.

The shock was so violent that it overflowed the bronze space, like waves of invisible waves sweeping across the underground mausoleum outside.

In the inner hall, the book slips on the shelves bumped against each other for a while, and they almost fell to the ground. Su Yuzhu screamed, and Jiang Ling and Han Jiangchen in front of them suddenly stood up together, looking like a fire under their feet.

As they got up, their vision sank into gloom.

To be precise, the light source that originally gathered here suddenly went out - with the dragon's chant, it was like a violent wind blowing and blowing off the candles on the table, which was originally all over the defensive enchantment of the inner hall... . Dissipated completely!

They hide in this inner temple, relying on the enchantment that comes with this outer layer, if this thing disappears...

The next moment this thought flashed in my mind, I heard a loud noise in my ears.

As the enchantment disappeared, the palace door that was closed in front of him shook and was violently knocked open!