Zhuo Wen rolled his eyes at Emperor Dangui, this guy really has the same personality as Xiao Hei.
Zhuo Wen took out nearly half of the divine elixirs in his body and gave them to the Emperor Dan Turtle, and asked him to refine some more fusion divine elixirs, and then asked: "The secret realm of the divine elixirs is closed, do you want to leave with me?"
After the Emperor Pill Turtle controlled the Emperor Pill Furnace to collect all the divine pills, he glanced at Zhuo Wen and said, "You are overthinking. I will definitely not leave the secret realm of the divine pills. Wait until I help you get the fusion divine pills."
After that, you can leave on your own!"
Zhuo Wen frowned slightly, but didn't say anything. After all, this was the wish of Emperor Dangui, and he couldn't force it.
Next, Zhuo Wen practiced silently at the side of the cave, while the Emperor Dan Turtle was tinkering with the Emperor Dan Furnace to refine more fusion divine pills.
Of course, Zhuo Wen was always on guard when the Emperor Alchemy Turtle was tinkering with the Emperor Alchemy Furnace.
After all, he didn't want the incident where the Emperor's Pill Turtle exploded the furnace to happen again. Even if it happened again, he had to run away in advance, otherwise, he would definitely be tricked to death by the Emperor's Pill Turtle.
Fortunately, the Emperor Dan Turtle has indeed become much more proficient this time. Many days have passed without any incident like last time, and Zhuo Wen is really relieved.
While Zhuo Wen was concentrating on retreating in the cave, the rest of the Divine Pill Secret Realm was as usual, and most of the monks were in small groups looking for traces of the Divine Pill in various places in the Divine Pill Secret Realm.
As for the matter of the Life and Death Pill, these monks kept silent with a tacit understanding.
Death Valley, shrouded in black fog all year round, is still full of the smell of death.
At this moment, five monks landed on the outskirts of Death Valley.
These five monks were three men and two women. One of them, a young man in white clothes, was handsome and handsome, a typical pretty boy.
The cultivation level of these five people is not high. The highest among them is the young man in white, whose cultivation level should be around Xutian Qiteng, and the lowest of the other four is only Xutian Sideng.
"Yiran, this Death Valley is not a kind place. Let's stay away from here!" A woman in a green dress looked at Death Valley and frowned.
The corners of the young man's mouth in white were slightly raised, but he didn't seem to hear what the woman in the green skirt said. He smiled and said, "Do you think my outfit is somewhat similar to that of Zhuo Wen?"
"Yi Ran, your outfit definitely looks like that of Zhuo Wen. Why are you dressed like this today?" Among the five people, another woman in red looked at the young man in white with some nymphomaniacs.
The corners of the young man's mouth in white became even more curved, and he said: "I heard that Zhuo Wen was also a monk who had reached the seventh level of Xutian, but he obtained the Life and Death Pill by luck. I have to admire that this boy was very lucky. If I had been there at that time, how could I have been there?
With that Zhuo Wen incident, the Life and Death Pill must be in my bag."
Another man in black looked at the young man in white speechlessly, muttering to himself: "What an idiot. I really thought that I was dressed like Zhuo Wen. I really thought that I was Zhuo Wen. I thought that I could win the Life and Death Pill.
I know where to fantasize."
"The original Life and Death Pill was born here. I'll go over and have a look. Maybe I can get another Life and Death Pill. Just wait and see the good show!"
The young man in white gave a long laugh and flew up to the east of Death Valley, his figure elegant and free.
The man in black put his right hand on his forehead. This young man in white was only a temporary partner, in order to give him more hope of survival in this secret realm of the magic pill.
It's just that the man in black didn't expect that the young man in white was still a middle school student. After hearing about Zhuo Wen's deeds, he fantasized about being Na Zhuo Wen every day.
In other words, he imagined himself to be a more powerful master than Zhuo Wen, free and uninhibited, and snatched the Life and Death Pill from a group of masters such as Lu Haotian and Palace Master Jingyun.
In the eyes of the man in black, the young man in white was simply daydreaming too much.
The young man in white clothes had just skimmed above the black mist, and when he was about to show off, a big hand suddenly grabbed the young man in white clothes.
"Let go, who are you?"
The face of the young man in white changed greatly, and he looked into the black mist with some fear.
It's a pity that the black mist can't see clearly what the owner of this big hand looks like, and all he can see is darkness.
"You are very noisy. I know Zhuo Wen. With your virtue, you still try to comment on Zhuo Wen. What qualifications do you have?" An indifferent voice came from the black mist.
When the young man in white heard this, his face immediately turned red, and he retorted: "That Zhuo Wen is just a mere Xu Tian Qidian, and I am also a Xu Tian Qidian. He just has better luck. As long as I have his good luck,
There is no need to worry about not getting the Life and Death Pill, and there is no need to worry about not being able to improve your strength."
"Are you such a rubbish? Let me tell you, if Zhuo Wen wants to kill you, all he needs is one finger!" The voice in the black mist was full of disdain.
"You're talking nonsense!" the young man in white shouted angrily.
"Nonsense, I can crush you to death with one palm of my hand without Zhuo Wen taking action!"
The voice in the black mist was full of impatience, and he snorted coldly. Suddenly, the young man in white who was pinched screamed, and was crushed into a bloody mist by the big black hand, and even the virtual bridge was pinched.
Broken.
"Let's go!"
When the man in black saw this scene, he shouted loudly and was the first to run away, and then the other three also screamed and ran away.
Unfortunately, four black lines shot out from the black mist, instantly piercing the four escaping people.
The four people who had originally fled fell to the ground one after another, without any breath, and they were obviously dead.
After killing these five people, a bloated figure slowly walked out of the black mist.
When this bloated figure completely walked out of the black fog, it could be discovered that this person was actually no stranger to Zhuo Wen, because this person was none other than Ma Yujie.
At this moment, Ma Yujie was surrounded by nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine one-foot-long black candles, each candle burning with dark flames.
The black firelight shone on Ma Yujie's face, giving people a strange feeling.
"Finally got the Death Candle!"
Ma Yujie waved his sleeves, and the candle of death was absorbed into his spiritual ring.
Whoosh whoosh!
At the same time, shadowy figures actually appeared in the black fog behind him, which looked dense and extremely terrifying.
At the forefront of these countless black shadows, a huge figure with a height of a hundred feet was striding forward. Every step made the entire Death Valley tremble violently, like an earthquake.
Bang!
The 100-foot giant figure finally stopped behind Ma Yujie, then took off the huge sword like a sky pillar that was carried behind him, and slammed it to the ground.
Boom!
The long sword happened to be inserted ten meters in front of Mayujie, and then all the surrounding ground collapsed, but the one square meter area where Mayujie was located was intact.
"King Rakshasa, are you going to attack me?"
Ma Yujie looked calm and said without looking back.