Qiu Congchi's eyes flew past the ten deadpools one by one, and each of them unconsciously buried his head in his neck:

"Since no one stands up voluntarily, he can only use the method of drawing lots."

The words are over.

Qiu Congzi waved his sleeves and ten jade stones appeared in the air.

There seemed to be a folded piece of paper inlaid inside the jade.

"There are ten jades, two of which are drawn with a red bar on the note. Those who draw the red bar will take the Demon-Cultivation Pill. There is no order. If you see it correctly, choose."

Ten jade stones shine with bright green light, which has the effect of blocking spiritual consciousness and preventing snooping.

Ten Deadpools looked at each other on guard.

Among them, Deadpool, wearing purple cannons, broke free from the obstacles of his family, and took the lead in stepping forward, sweeping around the ten jade stones, and quickly drew the one closest to him. His body trembled slightly and squeezed the jade in his hand with force. The debris flew, and a piece of white paper was suspended in the air:

“No red bars!

”

A dazzling light flashed in Deadpool's eyes.

The old mother behind him rushed up instantly, and the mother and son hugged each other tightly.

With the Tibetan beam proofing.

The Deadpool behind him seemed to see hope, and was afraid that the last choice would fall into a red bar. They rushed forward one by one to compete for jade. Only one of them, with a big, thick and thick face, sat cross-legged quietly, as if adjusting his breathing and exercising his skills. No matter how his family urged him, he was unmoved. This major event that concerns life and death seemed to have nothing to do with him. His style fell into Zangliang's eyes and sneered.

Eight jades almost fell into the hands of eight deadpools.

Deadpool glanced at each other.

He used a little force in his hands, brushing his hands together.

Instantly.

The sound of Kacha continued to sound.

Notes floated in the air.

"Red...Red Bar..."

Both red bars have appeared.

Even though the two deadpools who were drawn were ready, there was no blood on their faces at this time. Their families rushed forward and hugged each other tightly. The suppressed silent whimper sounded in Class A, accompanied by the bleak cold wind, which made people feel desolate.

A hint of sadness flashed in Qiu Congchi's eyes.

However, he swept the demon sea below and rolled harder, knowing that he could not continue to delay.

He immediately said:

"Zhang Qiu, Ni Qiu, don't worry, your family's relatives will be left in the warship. Only one of us, the Ten Thousand Golden Pill monks, survives, will be responsible for their future lives. Time is tight, and it's time to take medicine!"

As soon as this is said.

There was a burst of crying immediately at the scene.

After Deadpool Zhang Qiu and Ni Qiu knew his fate, they became much more calm. With Qiu Congchi's promise, they looked at their family reluctantly, and then reached out to take the pill bottle handed over by Qiu Congchi.

The elixir bottle opens.

The charmingly red Demon Transformation Pill fell into his palm, and he raised his head and took the pill with a mouthful of it.

"boom"

The pills fell into the stomach.

It’s like a meteorite falling, causing huge waves in the dantian!

The arrogant medicinal power torn in the body.

blink.

Zhang Qiu and Ni Qiu became a bloody man.

Qiu Congchi winked at Qian Youwei on the side. The two of them walked quickly to Zhang Qiu and Ni Qiu, sat cross-legged and pressed their hands against the backs of the two, and continuously instilled true energy into the other party's body to help the other party control the surging medicinal power.

However.

Ni Qiu's figure continued to expand.

Sizzle!

Balls of blood arrows kept shooting out!

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After leaving the cabin, Gan Youwei immediately met him and asked impatiently: "Fellow Daoist Qiu, how are you? How many pills are made?"

Qiu Congchi stretched out four fingers.
Chapter completed!