It seemed that in just a few minutes, all his energy and energy had been consumed, and his state suddenly became sluggish.
But he still insisted on opening his eyes and looking at Wang Ye, or rather the alchemy furnace next to Wang Ye, looking a little crazy.
Wang Ye looked at the old Taoist priest's condition, remained silent for a moment, and took out a few dark pills from the bottom of the alchemy furnace.
The pills are very fragrant, the kind that makes people want to take a bite when they smell them.
It's just that the appearance is a bit different.
It's the kind of chocolate that makes people find it hard to swallow just by looking at it. If I were to give an example, it would probably be...chocolate made into the shape of a daddy.
I can eat, but my diaphragm is weak.
However, the old Taoist priest's eyes burst out with unprecedented light at this time, and a wisp of blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth, but he seemed not to notice it, and there was a tremor in his voice: "Quick...quickly Give me one."
Wang Ye came to the old Taoist priest, took out a pill, and handed it to him.
The old Taoist priest grabbed it, held it in his mouth, and swallowed it hard.
It's just that he has almost lost the ability to move now. No matter how hard he tries, the pill is just stuck in his throat, motionless.
Immediately afterwards, a mouthful of blood gushes out.
The elixir was spat out again down his throat.
"Look...it seems like I won't have a chance to try this thing I've learned."
The old Taoist priest sighed with a trace of regret.
"No, there is a chance."
Seeing the old Taoist priest in this state, Wang Ye was silent for a second, then opened his mouth, picked up the pill from the pool of blood on the ground, and stuffed it into his mouth again.
Then, the palm of his hand grasped his throat, the energy was slightly extended, and the elixir was poured in.
The old Taoist priest had a look of satisfaction on his face and slowly closed his eyes, seemingly feeling the effect of the elixir.
When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of excitement: "It's done!"
"This effect may even be stronger than I imagined!"
"I pioneered the path of alchemy, and I will die without regrets!"
As he spoke, he coughed violently again. After the flashback, his body was unprecedentedly weak and he might die at any time.
"This pill will be called the second generation Bigu Pill from now on!"
The old Taoist priest stretched out his hand tremblingly, groping around in his arms, and quickly took out a pill bottle. He looked at Wang Ye with some embarrassment: "Little brother, help me again."
"Feed me one."
"I can't die now. This elixir can buy me ten minutes."
ten minutes...
Wang Ye was startled for a moment and quickly thought of something.
Does the pill have any side effects?
Sure enough, the old Taoist priest explained: "No matter how serious your injury is, if you take this pill, you will regain your peak strength within ten minutes."
"The side effect is that you will die in ten minutes."
"Almost all the elixirs developed by our Taoist sect have side effects. Only this Bigu Pill does not have any side effects. Do you know what this means?"
"This means..."
The old Taoist priest was only halfway through his words when a mouthful of blood spurted out. He fell heavily to the ground and closed his eyes tightly.
In his excitement, he was already on his deathbed.
Wang Ye picked up the porcelain bottle with a complicated expression and took out a pill from it. It also looked ugly and was blood red. It was unclear what material it was made from.
He faintly felt a dangerous aura on the elixir.
It's more like poison in comparison.
A weapon that kills fish and breaks the net.
After hesitating for a second, Wang Ye stuffed the elixir into the old Taoist priest's mouth and used energy to channel it into his body.
In just three seconds, a majestic spiritual power filled the room.
The old Taoist priest suddenly opened his eyes.
He frowned slightly, feeling the injuries on his body and seemed to feel a little inconvenient.
"build."
With a soft groan, the wounds on his body healed instantly.
The old Taoist priest nodded with satisfaction and looked at Wang Ye gratefully: "Thank you, little brother." '
"Unfortunately, there is no cure for the side effects of this elixir."
"Maybe this is life."
"Today will be my death."
The old Taoist priest only regretted for a few seconds, then hurriedly took out a piece of paper and kept writing something on it.
Wang Ye took a closer look.
All are the names of various materials and refining methods.
The details involved are terrifyingly precise.
According to the description of the old Taoist priest, no mistake can be made in any step, otherwise the result will be in vain.
I don’t know who is crazier between Zhang Xiao and these Taoist priests.
At least somewhere, they are connected.
Everyone is willing to sacrifice for their own ideals.
It's just that Zhang Xiao is more passive, because the current situation does not allow her to sacrifice.
For about five minutes, the old Taoist priest wrote about ten pages, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's done!"
As he spoke, the old Taoist priest solemnly handed these ten pages into Wang Ye's hands with a trace of reluctance: "Little brother, you must give them to our Taoist sect."
"please."
Immediately afterwards, he came to the edge of the wooden house, his mental power shook, and a piece of wood flew up on its own, revealing the space inside.
There is only one cloth bag.
It is somewhat similar to the space container in the Buddhist Kingdom, except that this one is simpler and has a yin-yang fish embroidered on it.
The old Taoist priest took out the bag and handed it to Wang Ye. This time he did not part with it, as if it was worthless: "This is my savings over the years, but I have been obsessed with refining alchemy all my life, so I have very few external things like this." , the only materials available have recently been used for alchemy."
"So it might be a little shabby, don't take it personally."
"Everything you do needs to be paid. I understand this rule."
"The rest will be your hard work, brother."
After finishing his instructions, the old Taoist priest did not even wait for Wang Ye's reply. Instead, he walked to his alchemy furnace and gently touched it with one hand.
"You have been with me for so long..."
"It has finally come to an end."
After saying that, the old Taoist priest looked at Wang Ye guiltily: "Forgive my selfishness, I won't give you this alchemy furnace."
"It is the first alchemy furnace in my life, and it is also the last one."
"Being able to be with it after death will be considered a life worth living."
He sighed and said.
Wang Ye didn't know what to say for a moment. People in Daocheng can be said to be lunatics, but at the same time, they can be regarded as respectable lunatics.
At least they can dedicate their lives, and even their lives, to their ideals.
He nodded slightly and said nothing.
The old Taoist priest lost interest in talking and just stood beside the alchemy furnace, waiting silently. .
