Outside the mineral vein, the sun rises and the moon sets.

After several days and nights.

Heavy rain finally arrived at the Beiling County battlefield.

The heavy rain poured down on the battlefield filled with gunpowder.

Washing away the bloodstains still remaining on the earth.

After one night, the rain stopped.

The sky is clear.

The battlefields that had been dead silent due to wanton destruction are now green again.

At the same time, in the underground mineral vein that had been silent for several days, there was no movement.

Kong Jue showed no signs of waking up yet.

Instead, Shangguan Yuzhou, who was surrounded by sword energy, fluttered his eyelids and slowly opened his eyes.

A sharp sword light flashed across his pupils.

His aura has already entered the sixth level of Yanglun.

Not only that, there seemed to be something extra in him, some kind of power.

As he woke up, the silver iron ore surrounding the veins was drawn by the power in his body and began to exhale silver breath, as if to welcome his arrival.

"How long have I slept!" Shangguan Yuzhou looked blankly at the dark environment in front of him, then patted his head and asked a series of questions.

"Why am I here?"

He remembered that after a life-and-death battle with the Blood Robe Alliance monk, he struggled with his last bit of consciousness to crawl into a cave, and then he knew nothing.

However, this was not the cave he had crawled into before he fell unconscious.

Also, what about these gauze on my body?

With a confused mood, Shangguan Yuzhou looked around carefully with the help of the light emitted by the silver-iron ore in the veins.

Then his eyes fixed on a familiar figure lying on the ground not far away from him.

"Junior Brother Kong!" Shangguan Yuzhou's eyes lit up, and all his doubts seemed to be explained.

Then he struggled to stand up and walked to Kong Ju.

The latter seemed to have suffered some injuries and fell into some kind of coma.

Shangguan Yuzhou walked over and tried to wake him up, but there was no response.

This made him frown, and he tried to call out softly: "Junior Brother Kong!"

He knew Kong Ju's character very well. Even when he was practicing, no one could get within three meters of him.

Unreasonably cautious.

If there hadn't been any accident and he hadn't fallen into a coma, he should have woken up by the time I walked up to him.

"It seems that I encountered some danger when I was unconscious, and it was Junior Brother Kong who saved me." Shangguan Yuzhou was deeply moved.

Apart from the old wounds, there were no new scars on his body.

I think all this is thanks to Kong Ju.

Of course Kong Ju didn't know that Shangguan Yuzhou had woken up.

When Ge Lao entered his consciousness and tried to take over his body, his consciousness fell into a long darkness.

I don’t know how much time passed before I slowly woke up.

However, what he saw was not the familiar scene in the mine.

Instead, they came to a suspended attic. The building was surrounded by a deep night sky. Apart from those distant stars, nothing could be seen.

As for the attic, it was brightly lit.

Rows of bookshelves are lined up in the attic, almost filling up the entire attic space.

"Where is this?"

Kong Ju stared blankly at the scene in front of him, then raised his hand and patted his cheek to confirm that he was still alive.

He clearly remembered seeing the little man who looked like Ge Lao in the mine, but when he was about to take out the poison pill for a final resistance, he lost consciousness.

Kong Ju is no longer a novice in practicing Taoism.

The books in the Miscellaneous Library were not read in vain, as I vaguely guessed the situation I was facing.

"Oh no! Am I going to be possessed by another spirit?" Kong Ju slapped his cheek hard again with a strange look on his face.

More than one book in the Miscellaneous Book Building has mentioned the legend of possession, saying that when a cultivator reaches a certain level, he can abandon his physical body and his soul will leave the body.

Even if the physical body is destroyed, one can still be reborn.

But at the moment, his situation didn't seem like one of being possessed by another.

"It's so confusing." Rubbing his brows in distress, Kong Ju simply put these things that he couldn't figure out behind his mind.

"The most urgent thing is to think of how to leave here. And where the hell is this place? Is there no way out of this attic?"

After his eyes wandered around the attic and confirmed that there was no way out, Kong Ju's face suddenly turned grim.

I can only shift my attention to the rows of bookshelves in the attic.

"See if you can find any clues."

Muttering to himself, Kong Ju walked to a row of bookshelves in three or two steps and picked up a book at random.

This made Kong Jue doubt whether this thing was a book or not.

Until he opened the cover of the book.

Buzz! A flash of white light appeared before my eyes.

After a brief period of confusion, Kong Ju regained consciousness and found himself in a strange place.

A place similar to an alchemy room, the smell of medicinal herbs filled the entire room.

He seemed to have turned into a medicine boy, constantly injecting spiritual power into the alchemy furnace in front of him to maintain the flame in the furnace.

It is also necessary to sort the medicinal materials and distinguish the types of each magical medicine.

During the entire process, Kong Jue was unable to control his body. He was like a bystander, watching the medicine boy's actions from a first-person perspective.

The medicine boy had a serious master who would scold him whenever he made a mistake.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Although the master is very strict, he is really good to me.

Whenever there were mistakes, he would always teach them over and over again without getting tired of it.

Although his tone was harsh, the medicine boy knew that his master loved him very much.

As the days passed, the medicine boy grew up slowly, and he began to try to make medicine by himself.

What is gratifying is that the medicine boy was found to have a high talent for alchemy.

Before he was sixteen, he had already refined a furnace of high-quality elixirs on his own.

That day, the master was very happy and drank a lot of wine. The medicine boy was also very happy and vowed to become a great alchemist like the master.

Time passed slowly, the medicine boy grew up gradually, but his master grew older.

"Brother Han, the essence of heaven and earth in the sect is reserved for those young and promising disciples. Although you have a high talent for alchemy, your talent for cultivation... It is difficult to allocate you the essence of heaven and earth."

A man in red came to the alchemy room and said to the medicine boy's master with an apologetic look, "Besides, you are too old. The possibility of breaking through the Ascension Wheel is even lower. Instead, you are wasting the essence of heaven and earth. It's better to make use of your remaining energy."

After the man left, the medicine boy saw his master sitting at the door of the alchemy room for the whole night.

Yao Tong is no longer a child. He understands that there are dozens of alchemists like his master in the sect, and most of them have not absorbed the essence of heaven and earth.

Although he believed that his master's talent in alchemy was no weaker than those people, the sect might not think so.

"Ge Xia, the master is going on a long journey." The next day, the master said goodbye to the medicine boy with his luggage on his back. The medicine boy's name was Ge Xia.

"Master's wish in this life is to refine a third-grade elixir, but his cultivation has trapped him. Now that my life is almost over, I can't just die like this. I want to break through the Ascension Wheel. I must refine a third-grade elixir and see the splendor of the elixir path above."

The master left and it has been three years since we last saw him.

When he returned again, the master was even older, but unfortunately he had not found the essence of heaven and earth.

Moreover, Ge Xia saw a heavy look of death on his master's face. He was injured during the time he was away.

Less than a month after returning, the master was already bedridden.

Ge Xia took care of him for three whole months, and finally his master passed away.

The night before leaving, the master called Ge Xia to his side and grabbed his hand.

The master was very strong and his grip caused Ge Xia's wrist to hurt.

Ge Xia saw strong resentment and resentment on his serious master's face.

"Ge Xia, you must break through the Ascension Wheel, you must obtain the Essence of Heaven and Earth."

"I haven't refined a third-grade elixir yet, but you can definitely do it."

"Promise me, Master, that you will become a cultivator at the Ascension Wheel Realm in the future, and you will become the best alchemist in the Huode Sect!"

Ge Xia responded with tears in his eyes.

Although he knew that with his talent, it was impossible for him to obtain a share of the Essence of Heaven and Earth allocated by the sect, he still agreed.

The master left with a heart full of resentment, and he couldn't even close his eyes when he died.

Three years after his master's death, Ge Xia was almost thirty years old. As he had expected, his cultivation talent was not favored by the sect.

He thought that he had a very high talent in alchemy, but in the entire Huode Sect, which was good at alchemy and refining, he was only in the upper middle level.

It's far from being amazing.

"Perhaps, I will be like my master." Ge Xia sat in the alchemy room feeling sad.

Until one day, when he was sorting out his master's belongings, he found a red-covered book called "Blood Refining Method".

It records in detail how to use human blood as a medium to refine the essence of the human spirit, which has the same effect as the essence of heaven and earth.

His master never touched the "Blood Refining Method" until his death, nor did he give it to him.

He stood in front of his master's grave holding the book for a whole day and night.

He went out the next day.

Three hundred miles away from Huode Sect, a village was massacred overnight.

The picture ends here.

This book is still a little short of Sanjiang. 　　The follow-up reading data is very important. 　　Don't wait, hurry up and read it. Whether you can get to Sanjiang depends on this week.

I went fishing in Sanjiang for a month and I must concentrate on writing.

(End of this chapter)