Sun Lie looked at Meng Chong and said angrily: "Your grandfather gave an order to let me help you disperse your skills as soon as possible."
"With my method, you can eliminate all your cultivation within one night. Why, don't you dare?"
Meng Chong suddenly raised his eyebrows and puffed out his chest: "Why don't you dare this?!"
Sun Lie laughed: "Okay, I didn't see you wrong."
The conversation changed, and he said again: "Actually, there has always been practice with the alchemy furnace."
"You must have heard of the magical powers."
"To refine this magical power, you must first have the immortal capital of fire eyes or golden eyes, and then get into the old pill furnace."
"After opening the furnace, the monk has to suffer for seven days and forty-nine days, and he cannot close his eyes or blink at most during the whole process. You must fully endure the smoke and fire, and endure the pain."
"You must be mentally prepared when you get into the pill furnace this time."
Meng Chong nodded solemnly.
Sun Lie opened the storage bag and took out a large bowl and a glass vial from it.
There is an amber-like viscous substance in the bowl, orange and yellow crystal clear. The vial contains red and yellow powder particles.
Sun Lie advised: "Come, take off all your clothes."
"You apply the herbs in this bowl first, and then sprinkle the herbal powder in the bottle all over your body."
Meng Chong snorted, stripped himself naked, and took the big bowl and small bottle.
He first applied the powder in the bowl and then sprinkled the powder in the bottle evenly.
He gradually felt something was wrong, sniffing with his nose and saying, "Elder Sun, why does it feel like honey and cumin?"
Sun Lie raised his head, took a big sip of the wine in the gourd, and then said with a smile: "Haha, did you just see it? Your grandfather said that your cultivation is extremely poor, you are not wrong!"
Meng Chong's face suddenly darkened: "I'm not good at alchemy, but I've eaten a lot. Eat more spiritual food."
Sun Lie nodded: "Since ancient times, food and medicine have not been separated."
"The best medicine is food supplement."
"What is the difference between the so-called spiritual food, spiritual kitchen, and spirit elixir and alchemist?"
Speaking of this, he winked at Meng Chong: "Are you worried that I will harm your life and want to bake you to a fragrant and crispy one?"
Although he didn't meet Meng Chong often, he accurately grasped the latter's personality.
Meng Chong is younger than Ning Zhuo, only fourteen years old, but he looks like he is eighteen or nineteen years old. He was young and competitive, and he was proud of his surname Meng and his family.
"Don't underestimate me." Meng Chong glared at Sun Lie and went directly into the Ziyang furnace.
Sun Lie burped, followed closely behind, and closed the door of the alchemy furnace.
The sound of the furnace door closing made Meng Chong's heart skip a beat.
The alchemy furnace was sealed, but there was a dim light.
Meng Chong stood in front of the furnace door, scanned the surroundings, and immediately found that the bottom of the alchemy furnace was already covered with various medicinal materials.
Seeing this, Meng Chong felt a slight certainty in his heart, which showed that Sun Lie had already been prepared.
Just looking at applying honey and cumin to yourself seems a bit unreliable. But thinking of Sun Lie's identity as a master alchemist, this arrangement must have been intentional.
Immediately, Meng Chong walked to the center of the alchemy furnace and sat down.
Outside the Ziyang Pill Furnace, Sun Lie raised his neck, swallowed the wine, and then opened his mouth to spit it out.
Rumble.
The wine fire gushed out, igniting the Ziyang Pill Furnace.
Within a few breaths, the temperature of the air rises rapidly. The crimson fire reflected Sun Lie's face flushed.
"It's coming." Meng Chong's heart moved, and he noticed that the temperature had skyrocketed.
The inside of the alchemy furnace, which was still dim just now, instantly brightened up and was filled with crimson light.
Meng Chong's body temperature quickly rose, the honey on the surface began to melt, the cumin particles spread the aroma, and at the same time, a large amount of mana steamed out along his pores like clouds of smoke.
At this moment, outside the Ziyang Villa, Sun Lingtong's eyes flashed with strange light.
His spiritual pupils saw a blurry scene through multiple walls.
"Very good. Sun Lie is refining alchemy, this is an excellent mobile phone meeting." His heart was filled with joy.
After the alchemy is started, the alchemist often has to stay inseparable.
This means that Sun Lie's combat power at the peak of foundation building is temporarily useless!
"Breaking the formation talisman, go!"
Sun Lingtong was very straightforward and directly sacrificed the strongest means.
Sensing the attack, the magic circle of Ziyang Villa was activated in an instant, forming a hemispherical light shield.
The formation breaking Fu seemed small and exquisite, insignificant, but when it fell on the light mask, it immediately disintegrated, and the little shimmer that was dissolved directly dissolved the hemispheric light mask.
The magic circle of Ziyang Villa has failed!
"Go." Ning Zhuo had already waited for a long time, and his cloak was raised.
A large number of mechanical thunder birds flew out.
They drew thunderbolts in mid-air, covering the front yard.
Bell bell!
A piercing alarm bell erupted in the Ziyang Villa.
Ning Zhuo's heartbeat accelerated slightly, untied the two storage bags on his waist, carried the bottom of the bag directly, opened the mouth of the bag, and shook out all the contents inside.
Each mechanical creation changes from small to large, and when it falls to the ground, it all returns to its true size.
Twenty brass machine men and forty red bronze machine beasts were arranged in an orderly manner and killed towards the Ziyang Separate Courtyard.
The Ziyang Villa is naturally equipped with guards.
The four early stage of foundation building and the eighteen late stage of qi refining were all alarmed.
The foundation building monk casts a spell to clean up the mechanism Thunder Silence Flying Bird.
The eighteen monks in the late stage of qi refining formed a battle formation, bursting out with power that surpassed the middle stage of foundation building, and stuck in place.
The mechanical creations slapped like a tide, while the battle formation was like a reef by the sea, standing still no matter how the tide impacted and slapped.
"Brother, then Sun Lie is refining alchemy in the alchemy room!" Sun Lingtong's voice came secretly.
Ning Zhuo's heart moved slightly, and he immediately divided a part of the mechanism and rushed to the alchemy room in unison.
Attack the enemy and save it!
"Damn it!" The four monks in the early stages of foundation building cursed, but did not move.
A monk in the middle of foundation building suddenly appeared from the shadows, holding a magic mirror and releasing mirror light, covering all the mechanical creations that rushed over.
The mirror shook again, and a hanging guest in the shadows suddenly appeared on the mirror.
"He's there!" The mid-stage foundation building monk holding the mirror shouted, pointing out Ning Zhuo's specific direction for his companions.
So, a figure shot away.
"Another hidden foundation building mid-stage!" Ning Zhuo's pupils shrank slightly, and only a thunder bird circled and flew around him, hanging a dead whip like a black python looking up, waiting for the battle.
Soon, in the dark alley where he was hiding, the sound of fierce battles broke out.
"Hmph! I hope this person can be a master like Sun Lingtong said." After Han Ming glanced at Ning Zhuo's direction, he also took action.
She was surrounded by the wind, moving quickly, without making any sound as she walked, like a ghost shadow.
The ghost flew over, first rushing towards the alchemy room, and when he saw another foundation building monk appearing at the door of the alchemy room, he made a decisive turn and rushed towards the medicine storage room.
Unexpectedly, halfway through, the sword light flashed, and the flying sword was electrified, stopping the ghost Han Ming.
A monk at the peak of foundation building slowly appeared.
"I only take pills tonight, I don't want to hurt anyone." Han Ming narrowed his eyes and spoke.
What responded to her was a sharp sword light.