Chapter 865: Refining the Peerless Medicine Divine Liquid

As Liu Fan pulled the stone door again and again, it caused shocks in the Monster World King's Domain and the Wilderness World.

Especially in the wild world, all kinds of speculations and opinions are flying everywhere.

However, this kind of turbulence is mostly in the prosperous areas in the center of the wilderness, but in the remote and uninformed corners, there are no big waves.

Qinglin tribe.

The lightning-struck old willow tree at the entrance of the village made the buds become more and more dazzling, like a piece of tender jade, swaying in the morning wind.

The sky is dim and bright.

The martial arts field in the Qinglin tribe was already full of people.

Some of these people are from the Qinglin tribe and some are from the Black Scale tribe. They have scales on parts of their bodies and look particularly weird.

"Today is a big day for our Qinglin Tribe and Black Scale Tribe!"

The old village chief said loudly, with a smile on his face.

Beside him stood an old man with the same stature.

He looked much older than the old village chief, his whole body was filled with deathly energy, and he stood there tremblingly.

Apparently the longevity has dried up and there are not many days left to live.

but.

His eyes were very majestic, and a captivating glare flashed from time to time in his cloudy eyes.

He is the old priest of the Black Scale Tribe.

Heizi stood beside him respectfully and supported him.

"Many days ago, we, the Qinglin Tribe and the Black Scale Tribe, worked together sincerely to go deep into the world of monsters. Although we did not seize the Time Stone, we were fortunate enough to obtain two peerless medicines!"

The old village chief's voice spread in all directions, and everyone showed excitement.

The old priest of the Black Scale Tribe also showed a smile.

Kuroko, Wanzi, Qingyuan, and the people who followed the old village chief that day all raised their heads proudly, with pride on their faces.

"Today, we are going to refine the divine medicine liquid in front of everyone."

The old village chief announced and waved.

In the distance, four sturdy Qinglin tribesmen carried a stone pot the size of a millstone and placed it on the pot rack in the middle of the martial arts field.

This large stone pot is filled with vicissitudes of ancient times.

It is one of the ancient artifacts passed down by the Qinglin tribe. Although it is not a stone artifact of time, it is still extraordinary.

Because it had brewed a peerless medicine, it was contaminated with the aura of the magic medicine, making this large stone pot even more extraordinary.

Many people in the Black Scale Tribe saw the big stone pot for the first time and were amazed.

Because among the many small tribes in the outer areas of the wilderness, only the Qinglin tribe has the strongest medicine-making skills. It has mastered ancient medicine recipes and can brew many great medicines and divine liquids.

"Huh~"

Under the big stone pot, a fire shot up into the sky and began to boil the water in the pot.

Water is not ordinary water, it is the water of immortality, which is transformed from immortality. This is very rare in the immortality world, but it is everywhere in the wilderness.

"Wow!"

When the water boils, the gas that comes out is the Qi of immortality. Although it is not the Qi of intermediate immortality, it is still wonderful and intoxicating.

At this moment.

The old village chief shouted: "Come on, carry the cattle and move the flesh and blood of the ancestor of the monsters!"

With a sound of falling, Qingyuan led hundreds of tribesmen and carried a stretcher from behind, with a large buffalo monster covered in red-gold scales tied to it.

Looking at this big bison monster, it is clearly Yang Shou'an.

It was imprisoned by the Qinglin tribe with divine magic, and the stretcher had another purpose, so his huge figure of 999 meters tall was only about two meters high from the stretcher.

The huge body cannot be manifested, but the powerful energy and blood in its body is like the thunder of sea waves, roaring and sound.

Such vitality made many members of the tribe exclaim.

The old priest of the Black Scale Tribe couldn't help but shine brightly in his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice excitedly: "This, this, this... this is the ancient prehistoric bull demon whose bloodline has completely returned to his ancestors!

"Oh my god! You really caught a big treasure this time, God has eyes, hahaha... cough cough cough..."

The old priest laughed excitedly, but suddenly he coughed violently, and his chest and throat made a hissing sound like a ventilator.

Heizi hurriedly took out a bottle of green liquid and helped him take a sip. He stopped coughing, but was still panting violently, and the airflow between his nose made his gray beard tremble.

The old village chief saw it, and a look of worry flashed in his eyes. He knew in his heart that the time of the old priest of the Black Scale Tribe was really running out.

But instantly, he felt miserable because he was no better than the old priest of the Black Scale Tribe.

"Unless...the real divine medicine liquid is refined!"

The old village chief's eyes looked at the big buffalo monster on the stretcher. There seemed to be flames burning in the depths of his eyes, and a look of extreme longing emerged.

"Oh cow, cow, don't let me down!"

The old village chief prayed secretly in his heart.

If he could brew a truly peerless medicine, he would not only be able to increase his longevity, but he would also be able to make further progress and increase his strength greatly.

The old priest of the Black Scale Tribe can also live on.

On the stretcher, Yang Shou'an had regained consciousness, but he was so weak that he couldn't exert any energy. It was as if his whole body had been hollowed out by countless heifers.

Looking at the people around him looking at him with eager and greedy eyes, even the little kids who were held in the arms of adults and sucking their fingers were shouting in a milky voice: "Niu Niu, Niu Niu, I want to be bullied, I want to be bullied..."

Yang Shou'an was furious.

The terrifying evil spirit emerged in his scarlet eyes, and he let out a low roar.

"Moo——"

Although the voice was weak, it was also threatening.

On the spot, a few little kids were so frightened that they cried "Wow".

The adults glared at the big buffalo monster fiercely.

"This stupid cow is so vicious when it is about to die. It deserves to be boiled into a big potion and become a pulp."

After that, he hurriedly coaxed the little kid in his arms and said, "Good baby, don't cry. I'll give you some beef offal later. Beef offal is the most delicious!"

A group of little kids suddenly burst into tears and laughed. There were still tears in their eyes, but they laughed loudly.

Yang Shou'an sneered inwardly.

"I am a person protected by my ancestors. You want to refine me into a great medicinal liquid? What a beautiful idea!"

"My ancestors gave me the immortal copper pea magic. Let me see how you can beat me to pieces!"

At this moment.

The old priest of the Black Scale Tribe glanced at Heizi next to him and said: "Bring up the flesh and blood of the ancestor of the mutant monsters!"

"yes!"

Heizi responded, and with a wave of his hand, Wanzi and a group of Blackscale tribe members brought the flesh and blood of the ancestor of the mutant monster.

The dragon warriors of the Golden Scale Tribe took away the ancestor of the mutated monsters and most of their flesh and blood, but there was also a lot of flesh and blood scattered around. Although they were small pieces, they were relatively huge.

Heizi and others found a lot of them, each piece was as big as a small hill.

However, no one is willing to secretly eat it, and they all want to refine the peerless medicine and divine liquid and use it with maximum effect.

At this moment, the flesh and blood of the mutant ancestor was lifted up like hills.

The meat is glowing black, with a little bit of red flashing in the black, exuding a fragrant smell.

All around, everyone was in commotion again, extremely excited.

"As expected of the flesh and blood of the ancestor of mutant monsters, it smells delicious!"

"We're in for a treat. The ancestor of mutant monsters has beef stew. Just thinking about it makes us greedy."

"Silly! We are brewing the great medicinal liquid, not eating beef stew. After a while, this big buffalo monster will be boiled down to the bones."

Everyone was talking a lot, swallowing saliva one by one, their throats rolling.

They seemed to have seen the divine liquid of the ultimate medicine coming out of the pot.

The old village chief and the old priest looked at each other and saw the expectant smiles in each other's eyes.

At this time, Qingyuan brought a large number of other magical medicines from the medicine storehouse of the Qinglin tribe and gave them to the old village chief.

This is an auxiliary medicine needed for training. It almost emptied the Qinglin tribe's medicine storehouse at once, making the old village chief feel heartbroken.

But when I thought that this time I would definitely be able to brew the unparalleled magical liquid, I couldn't help but feel happy.

"Get ready for medicine!"

The old village chief ordered.

Qingyuan asked: "Village chief, should you put the cow into the pot first, or the flesh and blood of the ancestor of the mutant monster?"

The old village chief muttered: "Let's release the flesh and blood of the ancestor of the mutant monster first."

"The ancestor of the mutated monster is powerful. It is a late-stage Xingyao-level monster. Its flesh and blood are not easy to cook."

"The big buffalo monster is just a platinum Tianmen monster. The meat is easier to cook and put into the pot later."

"When the flesh and blood of the ancestor of the mutated monsters is about seven to eight degrees mature, add other magical medicines. Once the medicine is fragrant, add the giant bison monster immediately."

Heizi, Wanzi and other members of the Black Scale Tribe were filled with admiration after hearing the words of the old village chief of the Qinglin Tribe.

The old priest of the Black Scale Tribe exclaimed in a hoarse voice: "The Qinglin Tribe's medicine-making skills are indeed extraordinary. There are so many ways to make medicine. It's not like us. When we make medicine, we just put it all into the pot." ”

The old village chief laughed out loud when he was praised, with a look of pride on his face, but he said modestly: "It's a shame, it's a shame, it's been passed down from generation to generation, and we just take the medicine according to the prescription." Make some medicine!"

"To put it bluntly, they are all taking credit from our ancestors!"

As he spoke, he bowed to the old willow tree struck by lightning at the entrance of the village.

The old priest, Heizi, Wanzi, Qingyuan, and many members of the tribe also looked solemn and saluted the old willow tree at the entrance of the village.

Shenliu is the ancestor of everyone in the wilderness, although many large tribes have long been indifferent to it, and even use Shenliu as a totem tool for cultivation.

But in remote areas of the wilderness, small tribes such as the Qinglin tribe still worship the sacred willow as their ancestors and treat them with great respect.

"When the great medicine and divine liquid is finished, let's water some of the divine willow. It can be regarded as our filial piety to our ancestors."

The old priest of the Black Scale Tribe suggested.

The old village chief nodded happily.

Then, he waved his hand and shouted: "Come on, take the flesh and blood of the ancestor of mutant monsters and put them in the pot!"

After the voice fell, Heizi and others cooperated with Qingyuan to lift the flesh and blood of the ancestor of the mutant monster and put it into the large stone pot.

The big stone cauldron looks like it is only the size of a millstone from the outside, but there is an inner world inside, which can refine the stars of the universe. No matter how big things are, it can be put in it.

"Wow~"

The flesh and blood of the ancestor of the mutant monster fell into the stone pot, instantly releasing the divine glow that soared into the sky.

"Roar--"

The shadow of a ferocious beast that looked like a dragon but not a dragon was whirling in the stone pot, appearing from time to time in the water mist, and making a roar that shook the void, like a dragon's roar. The majestic sound made the tribesmen turn pale for a while.

Yang Shouan, who was confined on the stretcher, was also frightened.

He thought to himself that he was no match for the ancestor of the mutant monster.

"This is part of the remnant soul in the flesh and blood of the ancestor of the mutant monster. I didn't expect it to have such power!" the old village chief said with excitement.

"The stronger the ancestor of mutant monsters is, the more powerful the medicinal effect of the divine liquid is."

The old priest of the Black Scale Tribe, Heizi and others looked excited when they heard this, and murmured to themselves: "I'm so looking forward to it..."

As he spoke, Heizi couldn't help but glance at the big buffalo monster on the stretcher. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a vindictive and teasing smile.

"This dead cow chased me to the point where I almost collapsed. Later, I will personally deliver it to the pot, Jie Jie Jie..."

Yang Shou'an glanced at Heizi coldly and made up his mind that if he had the chance, he would be the first to trample this guy to death.

ps: There is one more chapter before 6pm