Chapter 329 Evil Pill

Mo Hua found a clean place to sit cross-legged and began to ponder.

The only place he had seen the evil formation was the Black Mountain Village.

The outer perimeter of the Black Mountain Village used the orthodox five-element formation, not the evil formation.

The five-element formation secretly conformed to the laws of heaven and was an orthodox formation, while the evil formation had a foul aura. If it was laid too much, even if there was a concealment formation, it could not cover up the aura.

So the third boss only laid some evil formations in the most confidential blood-colored alchemy room in the back village.

One was the bronze beast door, and the other was the white bone alchemy furnace.

The evil formation in the bronze beast door was used for guarding the door, while the evil formation in the white bone alchemy furnace was used for refining the elixir.

The third boss painstakingly studied this evil formation, so of course it was impossible to use it for guarding the door.

In this case, it was used for refining the elixir.

To refine the evil elixir, you naturally need an evil elixir furnace, and to refine the evil elixir furnace, you naturally need an evil formation.

The evil formation drawn by the third boss was probably used for refining the elixir.

But what kind of elixir can be refined?

Life-saving pill?

At this time, are you still thinking about refining the life-saving pill?

Is this third-in-command so "dedicated"?

The Black Mountain Village has closed down, and the village owner has run away, but he is still diligently learning the evil formation and preparing to refine the life-saving pill?

It's unlikely...

Mo Hua felt that something was wrong, but for a moment, he had no clue.

"Should I ask Mr. Zhuang?"

Mo Hua thought about it and shook his head again.

If he took this formation to ask Mr. Zhuang, Mr. Zhuang might think that he wanted to learn the evil formation.

Moreover, Mr. Zhuang pays attention to purity, and Mo Hua doesn't want to bring this filthy formation to disturb Mr. Zhuang's quiet cultivation.

What's more, Mr. Zhuang is probably about to leave, and he will have to rely on himself in the future.

Thinking of this, Mo Hua felt a little disappointed.

Mr. Zhuang is leaving...

I don't know if I can see him again in the future.

Mo Hua was depressed for a while, then he came to his senses, cheered up, and continued to think.

If we can't start with the evil formation, then we can find some clues about the elixir.

Mo Hua took out a pen and paper and drew a rough sketch of the white bone elixir furnace, the bloody elixir room, and some strange herbs in the storage bag of the third master. They were all drawn on paper.

Mo Hua went to the alchemy shop in the south of the city and showed them to Mr. Feng.

Mr. Feng's face suddenly changed and he said in surprise: "These are..."

"Evil elixir!"

Mo Hua told the whole story, including the Black Mountain Village and the third master, as well as his suspicion:

"Are they still refining other elixirs?"

Mr. Feng took a breath and thought for a moment before saying:

"It's possible. These evil herbs look similar, but their medicinal properties are different. They don't seem to be used to refine the same furnace of elixir..."

Mo Hua asked hurriedly: "Do you know what elixir it is?"

This made Mr. Feng a little embarrassed.

Mr. Feng said tactfully: "I'm not an evil alchemist..."

Mo Hua sighed: "What a pity..."

Mr. Feng glared at Mo Hua slightly and said unhappily:

"If I were an evil alchemist, wouldn't it be a pity?"

Mo Hua realized that he had said something wrong, scratched his head, and smiled embarrassedly.

Mr. Feng laughed and shook his head, "I'll find other alchemists in the alchemy business to help you ask."

Mo Hua asked in confusion: "You don't know, how can they know?"

Mr. Feng smiled and said gently: "Don't underestimate anyone..."

"People in the world are in all shapes and sizes, and each has their own strengths. On the long road, a cultivator lives a lifetime, even if he looks ordinary, there are always some experiences that others have not experienced, some things that others have never known, and some opinions that others don't understand."

"If you don't ask, how do you know they don't know?"

Mo Hua nodded as if he had realized something.

After a while, Mr. Feng called all the alchemists in the alchemy business, and it was crowded.

Mr. Feng told them the story, and showed them the white bone furnace and the strange herbs painted by Mo Hua.

For a moment, the crowd was indignant.

"The ancestor of the Qian family is really a piece of shit."

"He even made this kind of elixir, he is really unscrupulous!"

"He is against the will of heaven and will be fed to pigs and dogs sooner or later!"

They only knew that the ancestor of the Qian family was an evil cultivator, who colluded with the Black Mountain Village and did bad things. They were not particularly clear about what he did. At this time, they were very angry when they learned about refining human elixirs.

The purpose of alchemists studying elixir is to cure diseases and save people, not to use people to make elixirs.

This goes against the original intention of these alchemists.

Mr. Feng raised his hand, motioned everyone to be quiet, and asked:

"Does anyone know what other elixirs can be made with these herbs?"

The alchemists looked at each other when they heard this. They were not evil alchemists, had never made elixirs of evil demons, and were not familiar with these.

Mr. Feng said, "You can say if you are not sure, or guess, and see if there are any clues."

Then the alchemists have something to say.

This is to refine evil pills. They don't understand "professional" knowledge, but they know a lot of "unprofessional" knowledge.

"I guess it's the Blood Evil Pill..."

"I guess it's the Human Yuan Pill."

"How could it be the Human Yuan Pill?"

"I only know this kind of evil pill, and I can only guess this one..."

"How can I guess?"

"Isn't guessing just guessing?"

...

"I have dealt with an evil pill master. He used the blood of his closest relatives as a medicine guide and refined a blood source pill..."

"I'm ashamed to say that there was an evil elixir master in my ancestor. He refined several types of evil elixirs and even shamelessly recorded the names of the evil elixirs in the family tree. This matter is so embarrassing that I am still embarrassed to mention it. …”

…

Mr. Feng listened one by one and wrote down the names and origins of the elixirs.

After a while, I memorized a full page.

Mo Hua leaned over and took a look. The whole article was full of elixir names such as "swallow", "human", "blood", "evil", and "evil". He knew at a glance that it was not a good elixir.

Just looking at it, these don't seem to look like the elixirs made by the ancestors of the Qian family.

Mr. Feng also frowned.

At this moment, a young alchemist whispered: "I..."

I kept saying "I" for a long time, but didn't say anything.

The alchemist next to me was anxious, "What do you mean by 'me'? If you have anything to say, please tell me quickly!"

"I, I... heard a rumor."

This alchemist is young and junior, so he feels a little uncomfortable speaking in front of so many people.

Everyone waited patiently for him to continue.

"I don't know these herbs or this alchemy furnace, but...but I heard a rumor."

The alchemist next to him became anxious again, "Tell me the important point!"

"Don't rush him, let him speak slowly!"

Everyone was noisy for a while, and Mr. Feng asked everyone to be quiet, and said to the young alchemist in a gentle voice:

"Speak slowly, don't worry, it's okay if you make a mistake."

The young alchemist was not so nervous now, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then said:

"I was traveling with my master and passed by a ruined temple. It was cold at night, so I slept with my clothes on. When I woke up from the cold in the middle of the night, I saw my master talking to a strange Taoist priest."

"That man's voice was weird. He was clearly speaking himself, but his voice seemed to have been borrowed from someone else..."

"He told my master that there is a kind of elixir called...'Shuanshou Huayuan Dan'. It uses human lifespan as a medicine to convert human life into flesh and blood vitality, and then refines it into medicinal power and condenses it." The elixir can break through the realm of cultivation..."

"What happened next?" asked an alchemist.

"Later..." the young alchemist said shyly, "I was hungry and cold, so I fell asleep in a daze. I don't know what happened next..."

Everyone was very sorry.

Someone asked: "What about your master?"

"In."

"What?"

The young alchemist whispered: "I was arrested and sent to Taoist Prison..."

Everyone: "..."

"Has he refined this... Longevity Transformation Pill?"

The young alchemist shook his head, "He hasn't practiced yet. He just bought a few herbs through connections, and was discovered by Dao Tingsi, and then he was arrested and sent to Dao Prison..."

"Dao Tingsi didn't give you any trouble?"

The young alchemist said: "I was also arrested, but they asked me something, and I didn't know anything. After about ten days, I was released."

The young alchemist sighed and said with a sad face:

"My parents spent spiritual stones to let me become a master and learn some skills so that I can make a living in the future."

"In the end, I didn't learn much about my skills, so the master went in..."

"But it's a good thing I didn't learn Master's skills, otherwise I might have gone in..."

"After I came back, my parents asked me to keep my mouth shut. No one can tell this matter. But now that I see you are all talking about this kind of thing, I thought I would just tell it. Maybe it can help..."

Mr. Feng nodded, "It did help, but please don't mention this matter to outsiders in the future."

After being praised by Mr. Feng, the young alchemist looked happy and nodded repeatedly.

The impatient alchemist next to him patted his shoulder and sighed:

"You're lucky, kid, and you didn't go astray. Otherwise, your life would be over."

The young monk smiled sarcastically.

Mo Hua's expression gradually became serious.

Life-longevity Pill...Shuanyuanhuayuan Pill...

Break through the realm and improve your cultivation...

Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart.

If the ancestor of the Qian family was really refining the Longevity Huayuan Pill, he would be in big trouble.