"Who is it!" Master Mo, who was in the cave, felt the terrifying murderous intention, and his expression suddenly changed.
Immediately afterwards, there was a loud noise, the cave's forbidden formation was broken, the door was shattered, and a white figure walked out of it.
Chu Cheng was furious, and when he saw Wang Hongwei's appearance, he was even more angry, and his murderous intention became even stronger.
Today's Wang Hongwei can no longer be called a human being. The original short and fat man has become as skinny as firewood, with rotten flesh everywhere, his limbs are entangled in iron chains, and covered with maggots.
The death aura in Wang Hongwei's body is getting stronger and stronger, and he is afraid that he will not be able to survive tomorrow.
When Master Mo saw Chu Cheng suddenly barging in, his face instantly turned pale, and he pointed and said, "What are you going to do..."
Chu Cheng sneered, and in a flash he came to Alchemist Mo and picked him up.
Alchemist Mo is only at the early stage of foundation building. In Chu Cheng's eyes, he is just like an ant that can be pinched easily.
"Kill you!" Chu Cheng couldn't let him stay today, he had to kill him.
"You...can't kill me! I'm the Alchemist! If you kill me, the Punishment Hall will never punish you lightly!" Alchemist Mo was scared, feeling the power of this hand, his heart trembled, and he couldn't resist at all.
, was lifted tightly into the air.
"No one in Ziyun Sect dares to convict me!" Chu Cheng sneered, and the strength in his hand suddenly increased: "You harmed your disciples! Your crime is unpardonable!"
"He's just a medicine boy, so what if he dies?" Master Mo's face was ferocious and he couldn't breathe. He felt as if his whole body was being crushed to the ground by a hundred-foot high mountain. His bones were rattling and about to fall apart.
The handyman disciples and the medicine boy really have no identity at all. They are not true disciples of the Purple Luck Sect. If a few of them die, no one will say anything. At most, they can only spend a few years facing the wall in the punishment hall and thinking about it.
After all, Ziyun Sect is a famous and righteous sect, and few alchemists would do this.
Chu Cheng laughed, and the strength in his hands became a little stronger, and he mocked: "You are just an alchemy master, so what if you die?"
He returned Alchemist Mo's words intact and took out a token from his waist.
The tokens of the Purple Fortune Sect will automatically increase as your level increases.
Now Chu Cheng's name is engraved in the Fu Zhen Mountain, and he is as famous as the fifth and sixth grade Fu King.
Chu Cheng put the token on Master Mo's face, and the six runes were clearly visible.
The story of a pill master becoming a Talisman King has spread wildly in the other two branches, and some people still don't know about it.
When Master Mo saw this token, his eyes widened and he trembled: "How is this possible!"
It was impossible for the Ziyun Sect's token to be faked. At this moment, Alchemist Mo was shaken and laughed crazily.
If a Fu King wants to kill an alchemist, no one dares to say anything.
"I'll make you understand!" Chu Cheng pinched him fiercely and twisted him to death!
Chu Cheng threw the body aside and looked at Wang Hongwei with complicated eyes.
"You...are here."
"Yes, I'll take you home."
Wang Hongwei's vitality is almost gone, and he is afraid that he will not survive until the sun rises tomorrow.
"I can't go back." Wang Hongwei shook his head and said bitterly: "Lao Wu... do they know?"
They are Song Dawei and his three good brothers.
Chu Cheng's face was very ugly and sad.
"I didn't tell them."
"Well... I hope... you can tell them that I'm going home. Back to my home."
Wang Hongwei didn't want Song Dawei and others to know that he was dead, and he didn't want them to be sad for him.
"Well, I will tell them." Chu Cheng laughed ugly, cut off the iron chain, and said with a smile: "Lao San, I suddenly want to eat chicken. The chicken you cooked...
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Wang Hongwei loves chicken the most, and the chicken he makes is the most delicious among Five People.
"If...there is a next life, I will do it for you." Wang Hongwei smiled, and his breathing began to calm down, getting slower and slower.
"Well, if there is a next life, we will still be brothers!"
"Um...ok..."
The night became deeper and deeper, and the silence was a bit scary. The cold wind came, swallowing up Wang Hongwei's vitality bit by bit.
"Really...is there no other way?" Chu Cheng was unwilling to accept that his brother, who he had known for a short time but had occupied a certain place in his heart, died.
"There is a way."
The appearance of this voice was like a thunderbolt, striking Chu Cheng's heart.
"Senior...didn't you say that the third child's condition is beyond repair?" Chu Cheng was instantly overjoyed and jumped up.
"When did I say there was nothing I could do to save my life? I just said I wouldn't come back even if there was an elixir."
"..."
"Bring him back to your cave first, and I will teach you the method."
...........
Chu Cheng took Wang Hongwei back to his cave to heal his injuries.
Senior Xue Yao knew everything in the world, but he still found that glimmer of hope.
The death energy in Wang Hongwei's body was suppressed deep in his body by Chu Cheng, so as to extend his life for two days. Currently, his life is not in danger.
He didn't care how long it could last, he was more concerned about whether he could save it.
Chu Cheng listened intently to the method taught by Xue Yao and memorized it word for word, hoping that there would be no mistakes along the way.
After a while, Chu Cheng opened his eyes and took a look at the inhuman Wang Hongwei.
Chu Cheng knocked him out to relieve the pain.
He took out a magic weapon and refined it into extremely fine needles.
Chu Cheng picked up a long needle and stuck it between Wang Hongwei's eyebrows. Chu Cheng gently twisted the needle tail between his fingers.
Just as he twisted, his face became paler and paler, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept falling from his forehead.
Chu Cheng's expression was very calm, but he really looked like a miracle doctor helping a terminally ill patient.
His face was really too calm, but his heart was extremely nervous.
Because, there can be no mistakes in this process, every stitch must be accurate, and there can be no even slight mistakes.
A slight difference can lead to a thousand miles. Once a stitch is wrong, the whole game will be lost.
As the fine needles continued to be inserted, Wang Hongwei was in a coma, his breathing became more and more rapid, his eyebrows became more and more wrinkled, and his body began to tremble violently.
After this root penetrated, Chu Cheng stood up and scraped off all the rotten flesh. Maggots could still be seen surging in the rotten flesh.
Chu Cheng sprinkled the healing medicine on his body and continued to inject acupuncture.
As time went by, more and more fine needles appeared on Wang Hongwei's body.
At this moment, life and death, darkness and light, are all in Chu Cheng's hands.
When the brightest moonlight in the middle of the night shone in from the courtyard, Chu Cheng finished the last injection.
Wang Hongwei's body was covered with tiny needles. Under the moonlight, another full moon was reflected.
Chu Cheng slowly closed his eyes. At the moment when he closed his eyes, countless stars appeared in all directions.
This is... watching the moonlight at night.
Countless starlights fell down and poured into Wang Hongwei's body with the tail of the needle.
This was the first time Chu Cheng used night meditation to heal others and wash them away.
As his personality seeped in, a dark mist emerged on Wang Hongwei's body.
This black mist is the death energy.
Time passed again, and when the black mist reached its thickest, Chu Cheng opened his eyes, and the starlight suddenly stopped.
Wang Hongwei's breathing gradually calmed down, and the lifeless energy in his body became very thin.
But the death energy buried deep in the soul was not forced out.
Chu Cheng wiped the sweat from his forehead and exhaled heavily.
Immediately afterwards, he sacrificed the alchemy furnace.
Watching the moonlight at night is just the first round of treatment, and you will ultimately rely on this elixir.
I just say that the flower is not red for ten days, and there is no spring breeze for this flower.
There are very few flowers in this world that can last all year round. Just like life, few people can truly live forever with the world and live as long as heaven.
However, there is still a flower that lasts all four seasons and blooms a hundred times.
That is the flower of the four seasons, the rose.
What Chu Cheng is about to refine is the Moon Flower Pill.