at the same time.

The evil cultivators, who were considered by Danyangzi, were huddling in their territory and trembling.

Compared with the Taoist Palace disciples who live in a quiet place in famous mountains and rivers.

The evil cultivators who have always been hiding among the crowd and have already suffered a lot.

And the difficulty is not a little bit difficult. Many people have a Weibo account and are always with poisons, so their health is already very poor.

Now that I encountered this plague, I was unable to defend myself and was sent away on the spot.

Perhaps, for righteous people and ordinary people, this is a blessing in disgrace.

At this time, a house in a certain place in Yangcheng was built.

The four of them hugged the quilt and hugged beside the electric heating.

"This, this damn plague has been going on for a long time, and everyone is almost unable to hold on! Ah Qiu!"

"Ahem... My body is hot and cold now. We are practitioners, how could we become like this ghost?"

"Oh, who said no? If I hadn't practiced the ice escape technique and could cool down my brain, I would have been fucked up!"

"Not to mention us practitioners, even the little ghost I raised was hit! God knows that this damn plague can even be hit by ghosts!"

"Damn? This is a special person, too?"

When everyone heard that the little ghost was caught, they widened their eyes and were shocked.

After a moment, everyone looked at the old man who was most respectful and never saw him at all, and said:

"Old Gui, please give me a trick. Are there anyone who is the left-handed person who has the ability to cure this plague?"

Hearing this, the old man glanced coldly for a week and said slowly:

"What a panic? This plague is at most uncomfortable, and it cannot die..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard a man muttering in a low voice: "Seven or eight are already dead."

The old man's face suddenly became gloomy and he glared at him fiercely.

You talk too much, right?

If you have more nonsense, do you believe it or not, I will kill you?

The man shrank his neck and quickly closed his wheat.

The old man snorted and said with a sneer:

"I am not many people who are good at elixir refining, but countless people who are refining poison."

"Many people believe in using poison to fight poison. Even if he is willing to give it to you, will you dare to eat it?"

When everyone heard the cold words of the old man in the ghost, they shrank their necks one after another.

Those poisons that cheat the old ghosts will not even be eaten even if they kill them!

What do you say to fight against poison? Do you think they eat it themselves?

Even if they can really fight against poison with poison, they will save people for the sake of the old man Gui. Can you guarantee that they will not put any medicine powder or poisonous insects in the pills to control people?

Those who were so ill-hearted and played with organ trafficking and poisoning by others. Most of the people who were drugged by them had to become their lackeys.

They are not stupid, so how could they easily go to such ghost places to seek medicine?

Anyway, they have magic power and are more able to resist than ordinary people.

It’s better to persist for a while. Maybe with current medical technology, a special medicine to resist plague will be invented soon?

When the old ghost saw the dull expressions of everyone, he said lightly:

"Hmph! Stay honestly!"

"This plague caused serious damage to our vitality, and the plan will be delayed again."

"First to accumulate energy and overcome difficulties."

...

Drop water view, the back mountain elixir room.

With the roars, bags of Qingwen Pills were freshly released.

As Cheng Fan's alchemy skills continue to improve, he is more and more aware of the pill recipe and his operation techniques become more and more proficient. Now each furnace of elixir has reached a total of 200 pieces!

If the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain knew, he would be so anxious that he would stamp his feet on the spot!

Xu Huan was also sent by Cheng Fan to other regions to buy medicinal materials. Although medicinal materials are common, the amount required is very large.

At this time, seven bags were placed on the temporarily opened stone platform outside the house, which meant that Cheng Fan had continuously refined at least seven furnaces of elixirs.

Even the temperature of the refining furnace was already high, and the surrounding area of ​​the alchemy room had become a dry land.

Because the heat flow that gushed out was so strong that even the land began to crack, let alone the plants outside.

There are seven bags of elixirs on the stone platform, and there are about 150 Qingwen Pills per bag. How many seniors should come back at this time.

The three old men of Sunset Red, and the old Taoist who atones for the sins, the four of them came and went in a hurry, and continued to act separately with the seven bags to save the world.

When I met familiar incense gods along the way, I distributed the Qingwen elixir to them and helped China together.

In this ancient and grand land, more and more incense gods are awakened and activated.

Countless incenses were about to burn ashes, and the gods who had dissipated silently stood up resolutely.

The god of land, mountain, river... the god of incense that can never receive incense again and is on the verge of disappearing at any time.

They barely survived with their meager divine power, and reluctantly watched themselves protecting the land they had been guarding for thousands of years.

At this moment, he didn't care about the rapidly burning incense power, and injected all his own power into the pill.

A trace of determination was shining in his eyes.

Knead the elixir balls and turn them into rain and fog and pour down.

Smile drifts away in the fog, and no words remain in the world.

For a time, China was vast.

Countless mountains, countless lands, and countless rivers trembled silently, as if crying for the dissipation of the gods who guarded them.

On the evening of the year, there was the Kitchen God, who watched one incense and fire spirit after another disappear between heaven and earth.

There is no rabbit dead and the fox is sad, there is no sad sigh.

They will eventually have this day, and that is their destiny.

However, in the twilight years, when people are not needed.

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It is already worthy of their own gratitude.

These two incense gods even had a hint of envy.

"Your body and reputation are destroyed, and the rivers will not be abandoned forever."

Nianshi's eyes were moist and he muttered to himself.

Although these mountain gods, land gods and other incense gods have disappeared from the world, lost in the unknown, and scattered in the sky.

But their spirit and beliefs are like the Yangtze River, which has been passed down forever.

More and more rain and fog, with the belief of the gods of incense and fire to protect the people, scattered across the vast land.

All the plagues and diseases disappear, and the sky is clear and clear.

It seemed that I felt the strong willpower in the rain and fog, and more and more Taoist people stood solemnly and bowed.

More and more Buddhist monks looked sad, slowly lowered their heads, clasped their hands together and recited the Buddhist scriptures silently.

They are sending off the incense gods that have disappeared from the world.

Not only that, people who have just recovered from serious illness call their friends, open their arms in the rain and fog, cheering and grateful that this miracle has brought them health and peace.

With the efforts of the audience and countless incense gods, the rain and fog finally spread to every corner of China.

China.

Twelve hours later.
Chapter completed!