Chapter 213 (1/2)
Without external stimulation, the corpse of the monk of dujiejing would not have rotted for ten days and a half months. Looking at the headless corpse of nine elders buried in withered branches and leaves before, and the head that had been cut aside, Qin Lang could not help but sigh.
If the nine elders didn't covet the immortal blood in his body, I'm afraid he would not have reached this point. At this moment, I think he should still enjoy the worship of his disciples in daotianzong.
Unfortunately, it's too late to say anything now. It's not enough greed to swallow the elephant. In the end, it's still you who will kill yourself. You have to have some self-knowledge. Otherwise, in the end, you will suffer losses and lose your life.
”Well, old horse, I have found the corpse for you. You can use it as long as you want. I can tell you in advance that I will not interfere.” At this time, Qin Lang looked at the old horse and said something unnaturally to him.
Even though he was a God in the last life, he had never done anything about cannibalism. At this time, when he thought that he was actually eating his flesh and blood, Qin Lang naturally felt a little uncomfortable.
”Good, good, I'll do the villain. Now you can stand by and watch it, OK?” Hearing Qin Lang say so, the old horse nodded. Anyway, he only knew the method used to refine the blood elixir. Moreover, he was not familiar with the technique and the control of zhenyuanli. If she was allowed to refine it, the probability of failure would be very high. It was better to do it yourself.
The old horse let Qin Lang stand on one side, and then he drew a huge circle around the nine elders' body with his hooves, wrapped his whole body in it, and then in Qin Lang's surprised eyes, he used his own demon element force, broke a branch beside him, and drew a very complex array pattern in the circle.
How many secrets are hidden in the old horse? He even knew how to use the demon yuan force. He even felt dizzy when he looked at the array. It was impossible to understand it, let alone write it down.
It took Qin Lang more than an hour to paint the array. Looking at the thousands of lines that appeared on the ground, Qin Lang had a headache.
”Damn it, I haven't painted this array for so many years. Now it's still a little strange, but it's finished.” In the place where Qin Lang can't hear, old Ma said to himself.
”What did you say, Ma?” Although the distance was far away, Qin Lang was also a monk in the early stage of jiedan state. When he heard Lao Ma's self talk, he could not restrain his curiosity and asked him.
”Ah, did I speak? I didn't speak Hearing Qin Lang's question, the old horse replied unnaturally, ”now that I have drawn the array, do you have anything to ignite?”
”Fire is needed to refine the blood elixir of laoshizi? Are you sure? ” Hearing this, Qin Lang couldn't believe it. He didn't expect to use ordinary flame to refine the legendary things.
”According to the truth, we should not use any fire to refine this thing. Instead, we should throw it all in the alchemy furnace. Now the wild mountain is in the demon forest. How do you want me to find those stoves that are enough to make pills and make do with it.” The old horse said to Qin Lang without raising his head.
”I don't have anything to light, but I can light it for you. Tell me, what do you want to burn up?” As a friar, I mastered it when I was a monk. When the old horse stepped on, there would be a blue light on the array again, which would add to the green flame.