The reason why Lu Ran was interested in this red three-eyed skull was because he felt that this thing was very similar to the "nothing" under the "Shui Lao Pass". Except that it was missing a few pairs of eyes, what he saw in front of him was, in a sense, the same thing. A smaller version of Dayou.
Moreover, this skeleton is also a living thing, bound by iron chains. Although it has no expression and has never spoken, its teeth are chattering and the hollow and weird clicking sounds it makes seem to be telling something.
In fact, it looks a little pitiful, but when people look at it, they can't help but feel fear.
What he had seen and heard in the past few days, at this moment, gave Lu Ran a very strange and reasonable idea. Since leaving Zhuohai, all the strange things he had seen along the way were actually more or less similar. at.
But what exactly they were similar to, he couldn't tell.
In short, it is definitely not just similar in appearance.
He Rouyu told him that the red skull was called "Blood Tai Sui" and was the feces of the real dragon.
Yes, Lu Ran heard it right, so the core alchemy material of this furnace pill comes from this legendary true dragon.
Not to mention what a magical creature this real dragon is, it is just that the "food meat Tai Sui" and "feces blood Tai Sui" are made in the same furnace, plus the many strange leftovers, it is indeed weird enough.
This was just like the "Four-faced Monkeys" he saw in the golden hall two years ago. The four monkeys mutilated themselves, leaving only one monkey representing the south. Then the group of people headed to the south of the Zhuohai Sea, and it turned out to be true. After looking for the "nothing", I found the stone pill from the "nothing".
All of this seems like a joke, but it is indeed a certain benchmark and a certain rule for the operation of this world.
Could it be the "ruler of heaven" that Mr. Xu Huixu said?
Is it also the one that made Lu Ran become a "destined person" inexplicably? Otherwise, he wouldn't be here at this moment.
it?
A glimmer of light flashed in Lu Ran's heart, and he was about to continue exploring this light when he suddenly heard a low roar from the old Taoist priest.
"Fire!"
Bai Yunpiao obeyed the order, took out a red magic bell, put it in the void, and shook it gently three times.
Above the head, there were sudden sounds of rotating mechanisms, the sounds of Chi Lian stirring, tightening, and pulling.
It seemed to be wrapping the elixir fire demon tighter, making it even more uncomfortable, even painful.
When the fire-eating demon was in pain, it seemed to be in a drowsy state, but suddenly it woke up with pain, the scales on its body stood up, and then it let out a wailing cry, and the fire-eating demon spit out a mouthful of fire.
This is the elixir fire used by this old Taoist to make elixirs.
"Wake up, it's time to work."
Bai Yunpiao remained expressionless, and every once in a while, he would ring the magic bell in his hand to control the fire.
"To burn it with fire is to cause it to move; to use fire to urge it is to cause it to change; to use fire to nourish it is to create its shape; to use fire to extinguish it is to create it."
The old Taoist priest suddenly had a red whisk in his hand, and his face was finally no longer gloomy. Facing the firelight, the light behind him flourished, and a mirage like Xu Hui and Xu Fang appeared.
For a moment, the flames in the alchemy furnace were like a sea, burning so hard that no one dared to open their eyes.
"Twelve flavors of real ingredients, one of which is put into the furnace every half an hour!"
The old Taoist priest whisked the dust away from the sea of flames in the furnace and chanted.
"The first taste——"
"Wait." Lu Ran raised his hand again. At this time, he imitated Hui Huan and others and sat down on a futon in the south. He asked seriously: "What should I do?"
The old Taoist priest's face darkened, and instantly he fell back into that unlucky look. He looked at Lu Ran in surprise, and said in a sad tone, "You don't have to do anything, just close your eyes and rest your mind, or just watch."
Lu Ran nodded, staring at the alchemy furnace with wide eyes.
The old Taoist priest had to do it all over again, mobilizing the phantom sea, activating the elixir fire, parting the sea of flames, and continued singing.
"The first taste is the saliva of the earth dragon, which is its bones."
So the trembling red skull "Blood Tai Sui" was thrown into the alchemy furnace by Bai Yunpiao.
Within ten seconds, it was burned into a puddle of red debris.
Half an hour later, the red debris gradually transformed into the shape of a thumb-length puppet.
"The second taste is made from the meat of mountain essence, which is its meat."
Then the "Rou Tai Sui" that was unconscious but had been moving around was also thrown into the furnace, and the whole thing was burned into a pool of white water, covering the body of the red doll, which became the flesh body.
After another half hour, the third taste was the five mother-and-son swords.
It is for the five internal organs.
After another half an hour, six more strange insects of different shapes were added to the fourth flavor.
It is for the six fu organs.
"The fifth flavor is to take Fei Lian's two horns as his armor."
"The sixth taste is to take the shed skin of the tiger girl and use it as her hair."
At this time, the little man in the furnace had a vague personal appearance.
Lu Ran secretly thought to himself that now he still lacks facial features and brain.
Sure enough, the seventh taste, the sound of bright wind and dark sand, is for the ears.
The eighth taste is the water of the silver sea, the purest in the world, which is the eye.
The ninth taste is the rat with a sweet mouth. Disaster comes from the breath, which is the mouth.
In this way, the sky outside the alchemy room was already slightly bright, and the old Taoist priest kept watch all night. Instead, he became more energetic and opened his mouth to sing the tenth true song.
Those are the nine soul pots.
People have three souls, and what is contained in the soul pot is the soul of thought, which is a person's thoughts and memories.
That is what is hidden in the Immortal Aperture.
The nine soul pots, the memories of nine lifetimes, are the tenth true material, and are the soul.
So what are these last two flavors?
Lu Ran licked his lips and felt a little thirsty. When he looked at Hui Huan, Ke Zhizi was still motionless, with not a hair out of place, so he had to grit his teeth, close his eyes, and think about it by himself.
Finally, after another half an hour, Lu Ran was really shocked by the real talent of the eleventh.
"The eleventh taste is to take the blood of a close relative, it is their blood."
The eleventh flavor is blood.
What kind of blood is it? Whose blood is it?
Lu Ran was still thinking in his mind, but he saw a green figure sitting in the north moving opposite him. It was the proprietress He Rouyu.
He Rouyu flew close to the stove, stretched out her right hand, and already had the small green sword in her left hand. When she saw the old Taoist priest dusting off his whisk, without saying a word, he opened his wrist with his sword, and a stream of blood spurted out violently, penetrating the pill fire and going straight into the place. The mouth of the villain is refined in the furnace.
The little man seemed to feel something, and stretched out his tongue to lick it as much as he wanted.
At this time, Lu Ran thought that the elixir refined in this furnace should be the villain in this furnace. At this time, he could already see the general appearance of this person, it was a woman.
The appearance, figure, limbs and facial features are all lifelike.
But she seemed to be in a deep sleep and didn't know how to wake up.
"So, what is the twelfth true material, the last true material?"
Lu Ran couldn't help but ask the old Taoist priest. He was already sure that this last taste must be the "awakening bead" that Gu Xing took during the "Four-faced Monkey" that year, to wake up the villain.
When the little man wakes up, the elixir will probably be refined.
In this way, Lu Ran stayed up for another half an hour, and it was almost the time that the old Taoist priest had set when watching the wind.
The old Taoist priest opened his eyes suddenly and sang loudly for the last time.
"The twelfth real talent is an uninvited guest, a foreigner, surnamed Lu Mingran, an amateur!"
"What?"
Lu Ran fell down from the futon.
