Chapter 423 (1/2)

Zhou Yi nodded confidently. For him, if the refined pill didn't work, he could really find a piece of tofu and kill him.

Shun, a young man of this native species, has been trained since childhood, showing extraordinary wisdom and ability. However, when he looked at Zhou Yi at this time, his eyes cast reverent eyes.

Compared with most native species, Shun is an alien. He is a hybrid of native species and human beings. He is not only intelligent, but also well read. Because in the era of original species, their social form was not so civilized and prosperous, but shun had lived in the society of demonizing people for more than ten years. Therefore, he understood how great Zhou Yi's 100% success rate was when he could open the furnace and refine pills.

Zhou Yi learned that the pill refined in the second furnace was the right medicine. The reason is that he increased the share of raw materials such as herbs since the third furnace. In each furnace, under Zhou Yi's exquisite manipulation, the success rate has been maintained at more than 95%.

Zhou Yi continuously opened the furnace for alchemy at the rate of about 100 pills per furnace in 15 minutes, except that he had to cool down and rest due to the overheating of Shuangsheng alchemy furnace. Zhou Yi refined more than 4000 pills to remove witchcraft in one day and one night.

There is no fixed elixir for the elixir of witchcraft. The king is refined according to the patient's symptoms by experience.

Although Zhou Yi had to maintain a high level of mental tension after one day and one night of alchemy, he was in high spirits after only one hour's rest. Zhou Yi felt that he had made another level of improvement in his cultivation, which was a step away from the middle stage of foundation construction.

Although Mo Yan's residual soul warned Zhou Yi that the arrival time of xianwuji has been greatly advanced, and Zhou Yi has also felt that something seems to have changed. The arrival time of xianwuji is indeed greatly advanced. However, Zhou Yi still maintained a very stable speed of cultivation improvement.

However, Zhou Yi has a deeper understanding of his vitality in Mo Yan's world, so he is constantly consolidating his foundation.

Zhou Yi refined more than 4000 pills one day and one night, and suddenly rescued thousands of girls who had been subjected to cardamom withering witchcraft from the torture of witchcraft.

The haze on the faces of the four prophets and the elders of many ethnic groups of native species finally dissipated.

The prophet of the wind led the elders of various tribes and warriors in his ethnic group to visit dozens of girls who are slowly recovering. His old face was like a normal flower. Along the way, he heard heartfelt praise for Zhou Yi, the son of heaven.

The prophet of the wind was very happy. He felt that the four prophets finally did not make a decision. Although Zhou Yi, a foreign human, was introduced, the foreign human did bring light to their ethnic group and dispel the haze.

The prophet of the wind, who was communicating with the native villagers, suddenly solidified his body and looked in one direction. There is a black spot on the horizon in that direction, flying rapidly in this direction.

The prophet of the wind knew that it was a black eagle deformed by a warrior who could deform in his own group, but the speed of the black eagle had greatly exceeded the limit of his flying speed and was completely burning his life.

Feng Zhixuan's face suddenly sank, as if it were a pool of stagnant water. He knew that something important must have happened, otherwise, the warrior could not rush back at the cost of life.

The black eagle, who sensed the change of the warrior from the prophet of the wind, flew over to the place where the dark shadow had fallen from the sky. The speed of the stone was almost 500 meters in front of the prophet, but it was only about a minute.

A whirlwind whirled around the prophet of the wind, and the figure of the prophet of the wind appeared in front of the warrior of the family who fell from heaven.

The prophet of the wind lowered his head, looked at the family struggling to stand up from the ground and said in a deep voice, ”don't move first!” the hands of the prophet of the wind turned into a mysterious Dharma formula. A powerful vitality emerged from the prophet of the wind and poured into the warrior's body through his palm.