"People must have dreams!"
"I think this last piece of real material should be a 'dream', a dream of dreams, a dream of dreams."
As soon as Lu Ran said this, the remaining five people fell silent.
Not long after, He Rouyu was the first to speak: "If it is a dream, it is somewhat real, and I also know how to obtain this real material. In "Di Yi", there is a beast called Dream Eater, Dream Eater. What a dream. Unfortunately, it’s too late now, because this ‘Dream Eater’ is not in this world.”
He Rouyu's words were filled with excitement at first, and then she sighed softly.
"Love? Dream?" Hui Huanze repeated these two words with lingering interest. It was obviously difficult to judge which one was closer to the real person.
Ke Zhizi also couldn't help but twist her brows, but she couldn't come up with any more convincing ideas.
Too. Asking this kind of question to anyone, do you want dreams or love, you will have to hesitate for a long time.
Bai Yunpiao reminded the old Taoist priest that there were less than sixty breaths left before Chen Shi.
The old Taoist priest nodded and said to everyone: "The answers given by these two boys today have never been mentioned before, and they seem to be quite close, but it is very likely that the real result is that both of them are wrong. . But we still have to give it a try. Before we start the furnace, God knows what will happen, but whether it is based on what Huan'er or this Lu Ran said, I suggest we vote."
Without waiting for others to respond, the old Taoist priest asked directly: "Those who agree with Hui Huan and choose 'love' raise their hands."
Four people actually raised their hands.
Huihuan, Kezhizi, Baiyunpiao, and the old Taoist priest.
Lu Ran glanced at He Rouyu, who was the only one present who didn't raise her hand. She pouted, winked at her, and didn't say much.
"No... you have to believe me!" Lu Ran shouted anxiously.
The old Taoist priest signaled Lu Ran to be silent, and then asked Hui Huan: "Well Huan'er, tell me, what do you think is the true quality of love?"
Hui Huan couldn't say anything: "This..."
Lu Ran was still mumbling, you must have made a mistake, it's not love, it's not love, it's not love.
It definitely can't be love.
The old Taoist priest looked at He Rouyu again, and He Rouyu said: "It should be the 'heart', a true and pure 'heart' that loves others."
"Yours?" The old Taoist priest's eyes suddenly turned harsh.
"Probably not, I have already dedicated my blood." He Rouyu shook her head and answered simply.
"Is that yours?" The old Taoist turned back to look at Bai Yunpiao.
Bai Yunpiao also shook his head and asked: "Heart? What is the heart?"
The old Taoist priest smiled bitterly, then turned his head and looked at Lu Ran: "It's not yours either. Your heart is just like yours, it's irregular."
What's the meaning? What is irregular?
Anyway, there were two people left in the end.
Sword Xiu Huan and his sword attendant Ke Zhizi.
At this time, there were less than twenty breaths left before leaving the furnace. The magic bell in Bai Yunpiao's hand couldn't help shaking and the bell kept ringing. The pill fire in the mouth of the pill fire demon reached its peak.
"Master..." Hui Huan seemed to have foreseen what was going to happen next, and fell to his knees.
As soon as he knelt down, Ke Zhizi, who was opposite him, also knelt down.
A small white sword suddenly flew out of the old Taoist priest's hand, and his expression turned from gloomy to bright again. He just said softly: "Huan'er, one life can be exchanged for another. There is no way around it."
Before he finished speaking, the tip of the sword turned towards Ke Zhizi.
Prick directly into Ke Zhizi's heart.
"I (Harmony) you..." Lu Ran, who had an irregular heart, cursed angrily and pounced on Ke Zhizi from the side!
But he knew that he couldn't take the sword.
There are not many people in this world who can catch this sword.
The old Taoist priest began to sing: "The twelfth flavor, flying together and understanding each other, is for love."
"I love your mother!"
The scolding was painful and fast.
But Lu Ran couldn't see where the sword came from, he couldn't even see the sword.
Hui Huan didn't even move, because he knew that no one could stop this from happening.
The old Taoist priest was named He Tianyu and Cihuan Zhenren, but his most famous identity was not that he was an alchemist, but that he was the "first swordsman in the Huanjiao".
If the sword fairy draws his sword, he will definitely lose his life.
To go back to the world to stop him would be to die together with Ke Zhizi.
But there was indeed something blocking the sword.
Just when Hui Huan was at a loss, there was a flash of white light in the lapel of Ke Zhizi's clothes, which actually removed most of the old Taoist priest's sword energy.
Ke Zhizi instinctively dodged again and seemed to have temporarily avoided the sword.
But there is no such possibility.
The old Taoist priest frowned, turned his head with the sword in his hand, instantly cut through the white light, and penetrated Ke Zhizi's chest with the sword.
Lu Ran was about to shout when he noticed that the old Taoist priest's expression was wrong. Although the sword struck him, the old Taoist priest originally wanted to "gouge out the heart" but made no further moves.
The old Taoist priest's face darkened: "I asked, how could anything be able to block my half-sword? This girl is from the Jade Clan, a clan that is born with no heart."
Sure enough, as he said, the wound where Ke Zhizi was stabbed had a layer of jade-like material under the flesh and blood, and her chest was hollow, with no heart, and only some blood flowing out of the skin.
Although he was not killed by a sword that cut out his heart, Ke Zhizi was still injured by the powerful force and momentum of the sword and passed out.
At this time, it was Hui Huan who felt uncomfortable, not only because of Ke Zhizi, but also because of the furnace pill.
At a certain moment just now, he felt that this furnace of elixir was about to be completed. Although he was sad in his heart, he also had expectations.
There are indeed expectations.
This furnace pill is crucial to returning to the world.
So he begged the old Taoist priest as if he was losing control: "Master! Just use mine!"
He opened his clothes, revealing his white chest.
While Lu Ran supported Ke Zhizi, he was shocked to see Hui Huan like this, and then understood that Hui Huan had come up the mountain just for the purpose of this alchemy furnace.
Once this alchemy furnace is actually made, what will it be used for? Can these many people be driven crazy?
Bai Yunpiao reminded at this time, "Master, there are still ten breaths left."
The old Taoist priest put away the sword in his palm, gathered his magical power, and immediately turned back into the little old man who looked very unlucky.
"That's it, God's will is such that there is no need to practice anymore."
After saying that, he turned around, opened the small door, and left.
The fire in the furnace was raging, and Hui Huan knew that there was no hope. Unconsciously, he sat on the ground with tears on his face.
At this time, there are less than five breaths left before the furnace is started.
The white clouds shook the magic bell, and the pill fire demon spit out the last mouthful of pill fire.
The elixir fire was like mist, separating everyone.
He Rouyu snorted and turned around to leave.
Lu Ran looked at Ke Zhizi, who had a big hole pierced in his chest, and then at the three-inch little man in the fire who seemed very similar to Ke Zhizi.
Lifelike, like a recently deceased person.
In fact, she never lived.
In addition to dreams and love, what else can a complete person have?
Lu Ran looked at Hui Huan again. In his mind, Hui Huan had always been a perfect person.
The perfect man is crying now.
cry?
What is the first thing that happens when a baby is born?
Lu Ran seemed to suddenly understand, and he reached out to catch a drop of Hui Huan's tears and sprinkled it into the alchemy furnace.
The twelfth real ingredient - tears.
Last breath.
The time has come.
Turn on the stove.
The elixir fire suddenly exploded and broke into countless fireworks. Then the red fireworks withered and turned into black fireworks. The fireworks fell, a few bunches of heterochromatic smoke rose again, and a few streaks of gray dust dispersed.
In the elixir furnace, the three-inch little man had turned into three elixirs that were as clear as glass beads.
