Qilin County, Kongling Mountain.

Fu family meeting hall.

After Fu Siyuan went out, Fu Shiyi, Mr. Fu, Fu Yimu, and Fu Sitian took their seats one after another. Fu Zhihong looked at Mr. Fu, then at Fu Shiyi, with a surprised look on his face:

"Father, and Shiyi, what's going on with your two cultivation levels?"

Just over a month.

There have been too many changes.

After listening to Mr. Fu's experience about the Demonic Wormhole, Fu Zhihong's breathing became heavier: "Okay, okay, God is really blessing my Fu family. Father, Shiyi, Yimu, Sitian, please take advantage of your memory."

It’s quite clear, and I can draw the map of the Demonic Wormhole.”

"And more"

"You must also record the monsters you encounter in the Demonic Wormhole. In the next hundred years, I will also ask the tribesmen to collect information on related monsters."

Demon Wormhole.

It is undoubtedly a secret trial place.

The most important thing is that this is the Tiannan Continent, and their Fu family is the only one!

Fu Shiyi saw that Fu Zhihong's face was radiant at the moment, but it could be seen at a glance that he was sickly pale. She couldn't help but worry: "Father, how is your injury?"

"It's okay, it's okay."

Fu Zhihong waved his hands hurriedly.

Mr. Fu looked at it and shook his head slightly. After telling Fu Yimu and Fu Sitian not to reveal any rumors about the Demonic Wormhole, he asked them to go back to rest first. They had benefited a lot from the Demonic Wormhole and needed time to digest it.<

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After Fu Yimu and Fu Sitian left.

Mr. Fu stepped forward with a serious face, grabbed Fu Zhihong's wrist, looked at it with consciousness, frowned, and said with an anger in his tone: "What on earth are you thinking? The injury is about to seep into the internal organs.

, you still haven’t retreated to recuperate, if you delay any longer, your little life will be gone!”

So serious?!

Fu Shiyi was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to check on Fu Zhihong's injuries, but Fu Zhihong dodged away and smiled: "It's okay, it's okay, you don't have to worry, I know my own condition well!"<

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Mr. Fu's eyes widened.

"Father, I'm really fine."

Fu Zhihong then patted the storage bag, and in a flash of light, a jade box appeared. The jade box was opened, and a fourth-level top-grade dead grass was revealed.

The dead grass grows in the Valley of All Dryness.

Wanku Valley is one of the top ten Jedi in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

It is said.

Even if a Nascent Soul cultivator enters it, he will never return, and the Death Grass grows deep in the Wanku Valley. Therefore, although the Death Grass is only a fourth-level spiritual object, it is even rarer than ordinary fifth-level spiritual objects.
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The most rare thing is.

Dead Grass can restore life and save you as long as you are still breathing.

Never thought about it.

Fu Zhihong actually has such a strange plant in his hands.

"Father, could you please help me refine the Spiritual Pill? With this Pill, more than half of my injuries will be healed. I won't have any serious problems for at least thirty years."

However.

If he wants to recover from his internal injuries, he still has to go to southern Xinjiang.

When Fu Shiyi heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief. He Ling Dan was a fourth-level high-grade elixir. As a fifth-level low-grade alchemist, Mr. Fu should not have any problem refining it. However, Fu Shiyi still frowned when he saw Mr. Fu:
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"Grandpa, what's wrong with this Death Grass?"

"No!"
Chapter completed!