Venerable Huang is indeed a senior who has experienced a lot.
Panic? He must have panicked, at least Cheng Pingan looked like that, but his movements were not affected by this at all.
He opened his mouth and spit out something like a dark green flame, which covered the monk.
After a moment, it turned into green smoke. With a wave of his big hand, several moth-like things flew over and sucked all the green smoke in.
With another wave, several moths flew into the alchemy furnace, and there was no movement anymore.
"You guys are such a piece of shit! Aren't you trying to trick me, an old man?"
Cheng Ping'an was stunned by this smooth operation. The old alchemist was really calm. He was not joking or sarcastic!
"Your moves are really like those of a top-level master!"
"That's my life-blood fire! It needs to burn my blood and essence!"
"That moth is not an ordinary moth, but a different species, immune to all poisons and all souls."
"Put it in my alchemy furnace, and there will be no trace of it at all."
"You guys are harming me!"
Cheng Ping'an nodded when he heard it, and a jade bottle appeared when he flipped his hand. He understood what Lao Huang said.
It cost him a lot to do this job!
Old Huang took the bottle in his hand very naturally, looked at the spiritual poison inside, smiled, and there was no panic on his face anymore.
"I have long discovered that this soul is not ordinary, but I didn't expect it to be at the Dao Master level, a wisp of soul..."
"The remnants of the past, reincarnated!"
"That's all I can think of. I don't understand why I would do this."
"Don't worry about this spirit. It only has instincts, not intelligence."
Cheng Ping'an knew that he was being played. Of course, since Lao Huang took the gifts for real, he would not pursue the matter.
As for Lao Huang's speculation, he agrees with some points and disagrees with others.
"Is he really from the Holy Temple? Who is that person in the secret realm?"
Cheng Ping'an didn't say anything, but sighed again, saying that these old guys really didn't live in vain for so many years. The knowledgeable ones usually pretend to be ignorant even though they know the truth.
"Can this thing be restrained?"
"Didn't I show you before? Just those three things."
"No, I mean to use elixirs, cheap elixirs to cancel the effect of the blood exchange pill and destroy that spirit!"
"What's the meaning?"
Cheng Pingan returned to his seat, leaned back, and smiled brightly, looking at the somewhat stunned Huang Lao Zun, "Since they are already the remnants of the old days, it is better for them to die!"
In the past, Venerable Huang thought that in the cultivation world, he was extremely daring because he had gone against the norms and practiced the Chain Poison Sutra, and was much bolder than the demon practitioners.
Later, after coming into contact with the Mirror Lake under the table, I felt that they were even more daring and actually caused a war.
Later, after Jinghu stood on the table and the Holy Dynasty and the Shenfu Xianzong were devoured, he felt that Jinghu and his gang were not brave, but they were brave themselves.
It was not until today that he realized that he was wrong, very wrong.
Even if all the people in the cultivation world were brave enough, they wouldn’t be as brave as them!
"That's the Tao Master!"
"You've already said it, remnant of the past!"
"I was just saying that, but now you take it seriously, Fellow Daoist Cheng. Yesterday's sun is still the sun after all!"
"We have enough sun above our heads!"
"Then you should go to the original domain, to the battlefield, and find Dao Master and the others!"
"Old Huang, how many lifetimes will it take for you to meet a Taoist master who needs to split his soul and wait for reincarnation?"
Venerable Huang Mi was silent.
He also read a lot of books on cultivation, which were good for killing time when he was refining pills.
Moreover, he mostly read books from the sect's collection, which contained many secrets.
The end and beginning of each ten thousand year period is the cruelest and bloodiest period in the entire cultivation world.
In the eyes of most low-level casual cultivators and some people below the Spirit Transformation Realm, it may just be a name that disappeared in the long river of history. Certain big forces take turns to appear on the scene, and they are not aware of the fights between the powerful, or even the competition between the Venerables, let alone the Dao Masters.
And he had seen it in the records.
Behind every simple description and every record are mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Both are the destruction of prosperity and the reconstruction of rules.
The Dao Masters, as the top existences, enjoy the most resources and receive the greatest respect. When the ten thousand year period comes, it is also the most inevitable and extreme ending.
Either life or death.
Only a very small number can survive and continue to the next ten thousand years. Those who can survive either realize that they are unable to compete and actively retreat, becoming cowardly to the end.
Or it means exchanging interests with multiple parties and paying a huge price.
Those who seem to have retreated will become even more ruthless and cruel when they fight for transcendence in the next ten thousand years, because they have no way of retreat.
As for those Taoist masters who died, most of them will be distributed as rewards by the winning party to their followers, and their followers will use this to break through to new realms.
Another part will return to heaven and earth.
He had never seen such a scene before, but after what Cheng Ping'an said and the discovery of this wisp of spiritual soul, Venerable Huang Mi felt that he was very close to a great opportunity!
Just like what he said, yesterday's sun is also the sun.
The supreme one is also the supreme opportunity.
"Do you know where that person is?"
Cheng Ping'an nodded slightly, "Old Huang, this is not the first time we have cooperated. You have taken care of the elixir this time. If there is a chance, there will be a seat for you at the table!"
Cheng Ping'an said this very seriously.
Actually, what he wanted was to cause some trouble for that person. He felt that if he used all his strength, he might be able to kill a powerful person, but it would be impossible for him to kill a being like the Taoist master.
He knew it when Zhang Tianyuan stomped on the corpse.
He couldn't even handle a being that already looked dead, let alone the one in the secret realm.
No matter which of these two is the mastermind behind the blood exchange pill, he will never be able to bring it down.
The reason why the performance was so real that I almost believed it was that it just made Lao Huang pay more attention.
An old venerable who doesn’t even dare to deal with the powerful ones, has the guts to deal with the Taoist master?
I guess he knows it himself, but he is just confused by the huge opportunity before him.
"Who is not in good condition?"
Lao Huang asked an idiotic question. When he was in a good state, he could split his soul into threads!
But he wanted to know the answer.
Whether he is an alchemist or a poison master, in addition to pursuing breakthroughs, Lao Huang also has his own dreams.
Just like the names of those who have developed some kind of panacea and whose names are recorded in the alchemy classics.
"Old Huang, let's not talk about this anymore, let's get the pill out first."
Huang Mi was very serious, "No, this is very important!"
After he finished speaking, a page of gold foil appeared in Lao Huang's hand.
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