Chapter 45: Nether Fire!

Chapter 45: Nether Fire!

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The wide space was isolated into three pieces, with medicine holders on both sides, among which the herbs that looked relatively normal were placed on the left, while the herbs placed on the right were all ink-black. As for the largest area in the middle, there were all kinds of bottles and jars, and four figures were shuttled back and forth, so busy that they were not touching the ground.

"war……"

As soon as Nie Kong spoke, Zhan Tianlu shrewd and said in a suppressed voice: "Brother Nie Kong, speak quietly, don't disturb them."

"Brother Zhan, can we get in?" Nie Kong nodded and whispered.

"It's better not to go in, just take a look at this door."

Zhan Tianlun laughed dryly and said a little embarrassedly, "The old man inside is very difficult to talk to, especially when he was refining the Nether Pill. If we go in now, we will have to be scolded by him!"

"oh?"

Nie Kong was stunned for a moment. Unexpectedly, this carefree elder of the Zhan tribe, even when he arrived at this place, he became cautious. Curious, Nie Kong followed Zhan Tianlun's gaze and soon found that although there were four figures inside, three of the young men were actually circling around an old man with white hair.

The old man can make Zhan Tianlun change like this!

At this moment, the old man seemed to be refining the underworld pill, which surprised Nie Kong. He was actually taking care of six medicine cauldrons at the same time. Under his instructions, three young men suddenly patted the side wall of the medicine cauldron and sent a dead breath. Suddenly, they opened the cover of the cauldron and quickly sprinkled a little bit of medicine powder. The old man also added something into the cauldron from time to time.

Around the six medicine cauldrons with black mist rising, the four were very busy.

Nie Kong observed carefully for a while and found that the refining method of the Nether Pill and the refining method of the spiritual medicine are roughly the same, and the biggest difference is firepower.

In the Tianling Continent, the spiritual master who refined spiritual medicine must practice fire spirit power or mutated spiritual power that fuses overfire spiritual power elements. Moreover, during the process of refining spiritual medicine, the flames are placed at the bottom of the medicine cauldron. Through strong or weak burning, combined with different orders of adding medicine, various medicinal forces are fused and condensed into shape.

Here, the dead energy used when refining the Nether Pill. This dead energy is not the place where the medicine cauldron is placed, but is shot into the inside of the medicine cauldron at any time. This method is indeed strange, but what Nie Kong cares about the most is not this, but the dead energy shot by the several Nether Pill masters inside all contain a breath of ***, as if the fire spirit power element is fused into the dead energy.

However, Nie Kong knew very well that the black spirit masters here were absorbing pure dead energy in their practice, and it was impossible for them to merge the fire spirit elements and even the dead energy to mutate. Because of this, Nie Kong was very curious about the death energy.

"Brother Zhan, can you refine medicine even if you die?" After thinking for a while, he couldn't figure out anything, and Nie Kong couldn't help but whisper.

"You don't even know this?"

Zhan Tianlun stared at Nie Kong like a monster for a moment. In an instant, he thought that the ignorant guy in front of him had never even heard of the "War Clan", and he felt relieved. He explained speechlessly, "It is impossible for death to refine the Nether Pill directly. The dead energy used to refine the elixir is absorbed by the "Nearing Fire".

"Mysterious Fire?"

Nie Kong was stunned. Since the so-called "Mysterious Fire" has the word "fire" in its name, it must contain the element of fire spirit. He just felt that the death energy could not be combined with the element of fire spirit. Now this view has been overturned?

"Sure enough, you have never heard of Nether Fire."

Zhan Tianlun smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Nie Kong, sometimes I really doubt whether you are from our underworld."

Nie Kong's heart beat slightly, but his face was innocent: "Where can you be a native of the underworld? Who made me lose my memory? Now I only remember what happened after Shuiyun Town, and I have no impression of the previous things."

The excuse of amnesia is sometimes a very useful magic weapon!

Zhan Tianlun rolled his eyes when he heard this, and had to continue to literate Nie Kong: "In the north of our underworld, there is a very strange space. There is no grass or trees in that place, only very strong underworld power. About three thousand years ago, the dead energy there suddenly gave birth to a very small ball of flame, which is what I just called "Ming Fire". By two thousand years ago, the flames there had become very large. It was at that time that a black spirit master discovered that the flames there could be temporarily absorbed, and after absorption, the flames that became extremely strong can be used to refine the Nether Pill."

Nie Kong suddenly realized that since the Nether Fire came out of the dead energy, it was normal to be temporarily absorbed by the Black Spirit Master. But what surprised Nie Kong was that the history of refining medicine in the underworld was only two thousand years!

"So, our level of refining medicine in the underworld is still very behind?"

Nie Kong couldn't help asking.

The science of medicine is profound and profound. It took so long for the Tianling Continent to develop to its current level, and it has not been truly perfected.

This can be seen from the naming of the drug that the same drug can be called "concentric vine" in the northern part of the mainland, while the name in the southern part of the mainland is likely to be completely different "centrifugal grass". Even one drug can have as many as eleven or two types.

This is true for the Tianling Continent, not to mention the underworld, which has a history of only two thousand years. In terms of refining the underworld, the underworld should start completely from scratch. It is a fantasy to catch up with the Tianling Continent within such a time.

"Uh, this, that...um...ah..." Zhan Tianlun hesitated for a while, but did not give a positive reply. He just glanced at the white-haired old man inside from time to time, as he was terrified.

“…”

Never saw Zhan Tianlun perform like this before. Nie Kong was surprised and subconsciously followed his gaze, but found that the white-haired old man's body trembled slightly, followed by a dull explosion sound:

"Bang!"

The tripod was blown up?

Nie Kong quickly looked in the sound and saw that the round little medicine cauldron at the edge had indeed burst into four petals. The black medicine residue inside drifted away and fell to the ground. The three busy young men also stopped what they were doing, staring at the broken medicine cauldron in a daze, and then looked at the frustrated face.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two more explosions sounded.

When Nie Kong saw that two more medicine cauldrons exploded, splashing black slags all over the ground. At this time, the sound of slag suddenly sounded, but the cover of one of the medicine cauldrons trembled, and the white-haired old man slapped at him with a lightning flash.

"Bang!"

The fourth explosion suddenly came. However, the medicine cauldron was not exploded by the medicine force, but was slapped by the white-haired old man's palm, and the entire cauldron body turned into a pile of powder. Then, it was blown away by the strong wind generated when the fifth medicine cauldron exploded.

"Go! Go quickly!"

Zhan Tianlun, who was originally a little stunned, was awakened by the old man's palm, his face changed and he pulled Nie Kong downstairs.

"stop!"

A loud shout suddenly exploded in his ears, and the white-haired old man blew over like a whirlwind, staring at Zhan Tianlun and Nie Kong with his eyebrows and eyes wide open.

Only then did Nie Kong see his face clearly, there were not many wrinkles on his face, as rosy as a child, and a black scar as thick as a finger at the corner of his eyebrows, which turned like an earthworm, which showed how angry the old man was in his chest.

"Ahem, Uncle San."

Zhan Tianlun smiled and said with a flattering face.

Zhan Tianlun, who was burly and strong, with a rough face, looked extremely funny, and Nie Kong almost laughed out loud, and he knew in his heart that his elder brother Zhan should be very afraid of this old man he called "third uncle".

"Shut up! Stand up!"

The white-haired old man shouted angrily, and his saliva splashed Zhan Tianlun's face.

“Yes, yes!”

Zhan Tianlun nodded like pounding garlic.

Seeing Zhan Tianlun was very honest, the old man turned his eyes to Nie Kong and snorted heavily: "I Zhan Feihong, what's your little guy's name..."

"puff!"

Before the old man finished speaking, another muffled sound came from the room. Nie Kong glanced at the corner of his eyes and it turned out that the sixth medicine cauldron had exploded. At this point, the six medicine cauldrons used by the old man to refine the Nether Pill were all scrapped, leaving no one left.

Looking at the darkness all over the ground, Nie Kong couldn't help laughing, but Zhan Feihong stood up, his mouth twitching, and the black scar at the corner of his eyebrows seemed even more ferocious. As for Zhan Tianlun, he just closed his mouth tightly and his shoulders trembled slightly.

"roll!"

Zhan Feihong suddenly turned his head and roared at Zhan Tianlun.

"Okay, right now."

Zhan Tianlun was so yelled that he ran to the lower floor, then flashed to the stairs leading to the first floor, poked out a head and looked at Zhan Feihong quietly, and threw a look at him with a "good self-care" look.

Unexpectedly, Zhan Tianlun was yelled by his third uncle and ran away. Nie Kong was stunned for a while before he came to his senses. Seeing the old man's eyes falling back to him, he couldn't help but cough twice: "Nie Kong, I have met Uncle Third."

"Hmm? You call me Uncle San?"

Zhan Feihong obviously didn't expect Nie Kong to call him like this. He was stunned for a moment and said coldly, "Even if you call the Third Master, it's useless! You ignorant and shallow little guy, you have never even heard of "Minghuo". You dare to say that my level of refining in the underworld is behind?" At the end of the day, the old man was already spitting, and his eyes were almost glaring on Nie Kong's head.

Judging from the old man's meaning, it seems that his evaluation of the level of refining medicine in the underworld violated his negative scale? Nie Kong felt speechless. Maybe the old man found an excuse to vent his vent because all six medicine cauldrons exploded.

“It’s very backward.”

Nie Kong's eyes rolled and he suddenly corrected with a smile.

"What? What did you say?"

Zhan Feihong couldn't believe his ears, his eyes were wide open, and he stared at Nie Kong without blinking. Zhan Feihong at the stairs below also opened his mouth in surprise, and his heart was secretly anxious. Oh no!

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Chapter completed!