v5 Chapter 87： Hundred Years of Preparation (1/2)

[Happy Singles' Day! 11:11, 11:11, 11:11, 11 milliseconds on November 11, 2011, such a rare stick festival, this moment I wonder what you are doing? 】

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A bit of essence and blood fell on the medicine furnace. This ordinary dark red medicine furnace was slowly emitting Yin red **** aura. In the light of this aura, the essence and blood were sucked into it and merged into the refining medicine power. ? Bayi Chinese? W) W> W). ] 8] 1] Ｚ] W>. ) C) O> M]

When the essence and blood entered, the drug power hedge suddenly eased, and Yao Xin did not stop and continued to wave his hand. Blindly the material was continuously sent into the medicine furnace by him, refined it, and wrapped it with Shouyuan fusion to offset the conflict between each other.

As the material refinement progresses, the more serious the conflict of medical power, the integration of Shou Yuan into the Dan furnace can no longer offset it.

Yao Xin frowned, and it seemed that the loss was a little unexpected, but at this moment the old man was still not hesitant, and his backhand fell on his chest, and he spewed another blood.

This day and night Dao Dan refining is based on his longevity, and the blood is cast.

The eyes of countless monks gathered, and there was silence at this moment. They don't know why the director of the East Division is so desperate. Doesn't he know that he can't make this day and night dad by his own means, and doing so is just seeking his own way.

Isn't he afraid of death!

Ma Jue looked dignified and sneered. Even if this medicine Xin is desperate, how can he make Zhongpin to reverse Yin and Yang Dan enough to defeat him completely.

Daodan, humming, is really ridiculous, and no matter whether there is such a method of alchemy, the number of main materials to replace Jiutian Shenmi has been changed on its own. Ghosts are just dying.

It seems that this time, he does not need to shoot in secret, this old ghost is about to end his own life.

The monk in the East Division looked nervous, looking at Yao Xin's pale complexion, and felt his faint faintness, for fear that he would suddenly fall.

Feng Ziling and other four disciples clenched their fists tightly, and looked at the Montenegro branch with resentment. Maybe seven hundred years ago, it was with this kind of look that Ma Jue looked at the eastward branch with unlimited scenery. With these 700 years of grudges and disputes and the battle of fateful reincarnation today.

If Yao Xin retreats today, it is foreseeable that the four disciples under his seat will inevitably endure hardship and are always ready to revenge.

Xiao Chen shook his head slowly, monks practiced, longevity, magical powers, and common sense of mind, but in real comparison, it is no different from ordinary worlds, and grudges and hatreds will be staged and extended between them.

So did he.

I ca n’t do the grudges and grudges of the ancient sages, I ca n’t repay with morals, and if you ca n’t kill me, I will wash my head to the realm of your hands.

He is a mediocre person. How many people do not belong to this ”mediocre” word under the heaven? Perhaps this world really exists, but Xiao Chen has never seen it.

What he believes in is his own cultivation and his own strength. Only when he is strong, powerful, and constantly strong enough to be strong enough can he save himself and the people he values.

So he can understand what Yao Xin is doing today.

Instead, he would do it even if he might die.

This is not as simple as a person living a face and a tree, but a perseverance in his heart, which makes it impossible for him to compromise, and even if he pays his life, he will not give up.

Yao Xinzhi is close to the east, Xiao Chenzhi is like a relative's parents.

This battle has nothing to do with victory. Yao Xin may not be as confident as he can, but even if he dies, he has done his best, and he will face his future master in the future. This should be the real thought in his mind at this moment.

Alchemy continues.

Hundreds of places, five-pin division monks shot, six-pin dan abound, the means are wonderful. But at this moment, all eyes could not help but converge here, and fell on the old man in a purple robe, pale, and blood stains left on the corners of his mouth.

His name was Yao Xin, and he let go today, regardless of life or death.

It may not be possible to talk about tragic and tragic feelings, but one of them has a mood, which is quite emotional after contact.