At Lingmiaozhuang, in addition to refining elixirs for the disciples of Lingming Sect, they also occasionally give elixirs to some elders in order to build closer relationships.
In addition, the materials required for the blood-melting pulse-building pill were not scarce, but the sect quickly gathered enough materials to refine it five times.
Although the owner of Lingmiao Village who has the best alchemy skills is only at the level of an intermediate alchemist.
But with a master-level alchemist like He Fan personally commanding him, after four full instructions, he finally refined two blood-dissolving pulse-building pills before the last material consumption was completed.
At this moment, He Fan had arrived at the owner's lounge.
Except for the village owner, everyone else was now called out by He Fan.
"You need me to do anything?"
The owner of the village sat behind He Fan and asked in a low voice.
Hearing this, He Fan's hand flashed with light and he took out the Shadow Sword directly.
But he didn¡¯t speak. Now, even the simple action of taking out items from the storage bag was too much for his body to bear.
He waited for a while, then raised his hand and handed the sword to the village owner.
"Three breaths after I finish speaking, you start taking action."
He Fan solemnly said to the village owner: "Later, you have to cut off all the wounds on my back. You have to do it sharply and don't hurt the lungs."
"this¡¡"
The village owner was stunned for a moment, holding the sword in a daze.
"bring it on!"
At this moment, He Fan gritted his teeth and shouted angrily.
Hearing this, the village owner gritted his teeth and nodded in response.
Although he is not good at fighting, he still has the cultivation level of Jindan realm after all.
As He Fan fell down with a sound, the phantom sword in his hand turned into an afterimage, and almost instantly the sword pierced He Fan's back.
Now that He Fan had taken off his shirt, he could clearly see the horrific scars on He Fan's back, as well as the dark purple void power still beating faintly inside.
Thinking about He Fan's instructions, he did not dare to be negligent in the slightest. In just a moment, he cut off almost the entire back of He Fan, leaving only the bones and clearly visible internal organs beating.
He Fan spit out a mouthful of blood. He had cut off his five senses to ensure that he would not be affected by the severe pain.
After the master's sword fell, He Fan fiercely bit down on the two blood-dissolving pulse-building pills that had been placed in his mouth.
The two pills turned into a force full of vitality and blended directly into He Fan's body.
I saw that the flesh and blood on his wound began to beat slowly at this moment, and grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The first thing to grow were his meridians. After the dense meridians were formed, they turned into pieces of flesh and blood.
He Fan's face also became paler at this moment.
The so-called dissolving blood and building pulses means reshaping the physical body with the power of flesh and blood.
Although it can restore his body, his own strength will also be consumed at an extremely rapid rate.
After half an hour, He Fan's body returned to normal state again, and all his meridians were restored.
He let out a long sigh, then trembled his lips and said to the village owner: "Thank you very much. Please leave first. I may need some time to recover."
"yes!"
The owner of the village nodded, put down He Fan's Shadow Sword, turned around and walked away.
He Fan, on the other hand, sat cross-legged on the spot, entered the illusion of Taixu, and began to recover.
The injury this time was too serious, and the power of flesh and blood consumed by the blood-dissolving pulse-building pill was even more difficult to recover. It took He Fan three months to fully recover to his peak condition.
Three months in the outside world, in the illusion of Taixu, is the scene of the past three years!
When He Fan opened his eyes again, the essence appeared in his eyes again.
He breathed a long sigh of relief, picked up the Shadow Sword on the ground, put it back into the storage pendant, and then walked out of the room.
He Fan was filled with emotion as he recovered from the extreme weakness and returned to his peak again.
At the same time, I also have a stronger understanding of the importance of strength in my heart.
If it weren¡¯t for the Kunpeng bloodline, I would have been completely destroyed in the demon world this time.
At this time, outside Lingming Sect.
A ray of light flies out from the sect. Through the ray of light, one can see that the person inside is exactly the same.It was the elder who returned after being scolded by Master Daoming in Lingmiao Village.
After all, he was still in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm. After returning, Master Dao Ming did not ask him to go to the front line immediately, but just told him to be ready to leave at any time.
Originally, if he could return to his normal state and concentrate on his practice in these few months, perhaps out of love for his talents, Master Daoming would take back his life.
However, he completely gave up on himself. For the past three months, he had been hanging out with his wives and concubines every day, without any sign of regaining his cultivation.
Nowadays, the war on the front line is tense, and he also received orders from Master Dao Ming to go to the front line to participate in the war against demons.
However, at this moment, his face was gloomy, and the direction he was heading was not towards the front line, but towards Lingmiaozhuang!
He Fan is now sitting in the room, holding the Guixin Baojian, his eyes closed tightly, and he has entered the illusion of Taixu.
Now, the ancient sword has been taken away, and he is in urgent need of a magical weapon comparable to the ancient sword.
Half a day later, the sun was setting in the west, and the dim sunlight filtered through from the distant mountains. You could vaguely see a man standing on a flying sword above the clouds, scanning the Lingmiao Village below with a gloomy look.
His consciousness swept back and forth in Lingmiao Village silently.
Although the way its spiritual consciousness operates is clumsy, after all, with its cultivation in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm, it is difficult for people to detect its existence.
After He Fan entered the illusion of Taixu, his soul was in an illusion, so naturally he couldn't detect it.
"Huh, did you really leave"
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a cold look on the corner of his mouth.
Nowadays, demons are invading everywhere in the cultivation world, and the primary purpose of each sect is to fight against the demons.
He knew that if he went to the front line, the only result would be a tragic death at the hands of the demons.
Rather than doing this, it would be better to destroy Lingmiaozhuang, the culprit of all this, and then flee to Zhongzhou.
Anyway, the current Lingming Sect won¡¯t have the energy to look for him again!
Thinking of this, he took a long breath, the light flashed slightly in his hand, and a long knife about three meters long appeared in his hand.
He held the blade in both hands, his face showed a cold expression, his body turned into a stream of light, and he rushed straight towards Lingmiao Manor.
"Who is coming? This place is"
As soon as he fell down, a questioning voice came from behind.
But as a burst of blood splattered, the sound stopped abruptly.
He looked slightly cold, shook the head on the blade, and said calmly: "It's your Lingmiao Village who's coming!"
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