The furnace rises!
The devilish energy is surging!
This is the second time refining the furnace pill.
Compared with the furnace pills he refined in the Three Thousand Dao Sect, Lu Hen Ge became more familiar with alchemy.
and.
This time is different from the first time.
The first time he used the people of the Three Thousand Dao Sect to refine the Furnace Pill, he killed people first and then refined the pill.
at the moment.
Lu Hen Ge planned to throw the living people directly into the furnace.
The efficacy of pills made from dead people will always be less, and some of their luck will be lost to a certain extent.
Making elixirs with living people!
The best medicine!
The only drawback is that the millions of people in Qingluan City are all mortals and have no cultivation.
The furnace pill refined with such "medicine" does not significantly improve one's cultivation, but its advantage is that it can firmly lock the luck and prevent it from dissipating even a bit.
"Luck!"
"Help me reach the immortal level!"
Lu Hen Ge shouted softly.
Next second.
The black furnace lid flew off, and countless black chains flew out from the furnace. Each chain locked onto a person tightly. The tips of the chains penetrated the scapula, hooked the spine, and dragged the person back into the furnace.
In an instant.
A miserable wail echoed between heaven and earth.
The human soul is too fragile.
The soul's screams stopped abruptly the moment it was dragged into the furnace. If it were the soul of a cultivator, it could at least last for more than ten breaths in the furnace.
But this is a good thing for these mortals!
The pain lasts only for a moment.
They should be thankful.
Lu Hen Ge doesn't know how to refine the so-called Human Emperor Banner.
Otherwise, their souls will be locked in the Human Emperor Banner, suffering from eternal torture and pain, and they will never die. This is much more cruel than killing them.
"Help!"
"Son of God, I was wrong!"
"I don't want to die, damn Lu Henge, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!"
"Immortal, please come and save me!"
Each chain harvests a soul.
Flesh and blood are just an add-on.
Lu Hen Ge was suspended in mid-air with a cold expression.
If you can survive by admitting your mistakes, then this world of cultivating immortals would be ridiculous.
The world was in darkness.
In a flash.
Lu Hen Ge's eyes turned into a pair of pure black eyes, without any spirit in them, but from Lu Hen Ge's perspective, the mortals who were pulled into the furnace by these chains had their worthless flesh and blood removed, leaving only their souls and luck.
Lu Hen Ge saw the flow of luck.
Everyone has luck.
It's just a matter of quantity.
People who are poor and have wasted their lives have only a hint of luck; people who are rich and powerful, and are generals or ministers, have luck at its peak and are full of vigor.
Everywhere you look!
These people who were forcibly melted all had good luck.
certainly.
There are also those who have very little luck.
Most of these people with little luck are beggars begging on the streets, or scum who do all kinds of evil things.
"The world is full of good fortune."
"As the son of destiny, Ye Feng should have nearly 50% of the destiny."
"The remaining 50% was distributed among all living beings in the world."
Lu Hen Ge's eyes flickered slightly.
That is to say.
Even if Lu Hen Ge killed everyone in the world, his luck would only be able to compete with Ye Feng.
wrong!
Lu Hen Ge missed something.
The leader of the Three Thousand Dao Sect.
Although this old guy has been abandoned by heaven, he should have a lot of luck. And based on Lu Hen Ge's understanding of him, a person who is so cautious and cherishes his life must have been thinking about luck for a long time. Maybe he has secretly stolen some of Ye Feng's luck.
certainly.
This is just speculation.
"This old guy knows too much."
"You have to kill him."
A murderous look flashed in Lu Hen Ge's eyes.
The leader of the Three Thousand Dao Sect knew too many things. If the history of the previous life had been followed, Lu Hen Ge could have completely ignored him. After a hundred years, the old leader would have passed away.
But now.
can not wait!
History has changed.
The sect leader, who originally had a lifespan of only a hundred years, may live longer in this life.
"After I have slain all of Lanshan Xianmen and refined their people into furnace pills, my cultivation should be able to break through to the Fusion Stage. Then, I can return to the Three Thousand Dao Sect and take that old man's life."
Lu Hen Ge is no match for the Sect Master now. If the Sect Master is pushed into a corner and does something desperate, Lu Hen Ge will not be able to handle it.
The screams continued.
After one stick of incense.
There was a pot of bright red medicine in the furnace.
Looking down at the entire Qingluan City again, there were only a few survivors. Lu Hen Ge did not waste any of them and threw the Mahayana stage junior success cultivator and three fusion stage peak cultivators he had killed earlier into the furnace.
at last.
The world is silent.
The screams completely disappeared.
The evil spirit and resentment rising into the sky continued to boil the lid of the furnace, but as the fire died down, the furnace returned to silence.
There is still one person left alive.
The lord of Qingluan City.
now.
The city lord was so frightened that his eyes were dull and he looked like he was in a state of dementia.
Lu Hen Ge grabbed the city lord from the air and he flew into his hands. Even so, the city lord did not cry or beg for mercy at all, and even drooled from the corners of his mouth.
Immediately following.
A hand grabbed the city lord's head.
As a burst of demonic energy penetrated, the originally foolish city lord regained his consciousness for a short time and began to scream.
Soul-searching technique!
One of the most common techniques in the world of immortal cultivation.
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