It’s another day for workers.
On the second day, He Pingan was on duty as usual.
While sorting out the spiritual materials, my mind suddenly moved, and my consciousness fell on the clone in the drug testing department.
A quarter of an hour ago, this clone was inspected and confirmed by the Supervisory Colonel. After being poisoned and killed, it was taken away by two fat and thin alchemists from the Alchemy Department.
The two alchemists followed the dark corridor, twists and turns, passed through layers of formation restrictions, and came to a heavily guarded place.
A bronze gate about ten feet high stands in front of you.
There are many mysterious formations carved on the door, emitting a dense white light.
Two inspectors of the fourth level of martial arts stood at the door. After approaching, they had to check their waistbands and only let them in after confirming that they were correct.
A series of mysterious formations are restrained on the two alchemists and their clones, and they are constantly being probed. If they are not careful, they may be exposed.
He Ping'an controlled his clone to run the Turtle Breathing Technique. His body was like a dead corpse, with no vitality and no breath.
At the same time, he was surprised. When he was testing the medicine before, he found that the Drug Testing Department seemed to have another mystery.
But before, I just wanted to lie down, and I was more worried about being discovered, so I didn't go here to explore.
Now it seems that there is another cave inside.
As the bronze door opened, waves of icy cold air hit the face, almost freezing the blood.
The two alchemists seemed to have become accustomed to it. They patted the tokens on their waists, and a milky yellow light flashed on the tokens, shrouding them in it, and the coldness suddenly subsided.
"Skinny man, you said this crazy day of collecting corpses, you don't know when it will end."
One of the tall and thin alchemists complained to the short and fat alchemist next to him.
"Oh, who told us that our alchemy skills are not as good as others, so we can only do this job of collecting corpses."
The short, fat alchemist sighed and replied.
"I don't know why the emperor wants to bring all these corpses to this Nine-turns-Wanshou Furnace?"
The tall and thin alchemist asked doubtfully.
"Fat man, be careful what you say!"
The short and fat alchemist pointed at the ubiquitous formation patterns in the Nine-Turn Wanshou Furnace and signaled him not to talk nonsense.
He Ping'an's consciousness swept out and found another scene in the Nine Revolutions and Longevity Furnace.
The entire alchemy furnace, from top to bottom and in all directions, is neatly divided into countless small compartments.
Each small compartment can fit exactly one body.
It is clearly an alchemy furnace, but there is no trace of fire. The empty space in the middle is like a huge frozen world, as if you have arrived in the frozen northern wilderness. Although there is not a single snowflake, there are crystal clear ice crystals everywhere.
Three hundred feet above the head, there is a huge pill furnace cover, covering the frozen world.
The two alchemists were standing at the only entrance and exit of the frozen world.
The short and fat alchemist took out a jade book, glanced at it a few times, identified the direction, pointed to a position opposite the two people, and said: "The 25,000 items in Department A are full."
"Otobu is half gone now."
"Let's go, it's time to put it in the 23,212 rooms of Department B."
After finishing speaking, he lifted He Pingan's clone to the opposite side.
Both of them had great cultivation. Even though they were in this frozen world, they still walked briskly. After a while, they arrived at a compartment.
The tall and thin alchemist poured mana into his waist card, and a milky yellow light fell into the formation pattern engraved on the compartment.
"boom!"
With a loud roar, the small door of the compartment opened.
An even colder breath emanated from the compartment.
"Quick, put him in quickly."
The tall and thin alchemist urged, and the two of them pinched the magic weapon at the same time, picked up the body of He Ping'an's clone, and threw it into it.
Then there was another roar, and the small door of the compartment closed instantly.
The tall and thin alchemist and the short and fat alchemist breathed a sigh of relief. Just by opening and closing the small door, the temperature around them suddenly dropped by more than three times, and the protective magic light on the token had dimmed a lot.
"Let's go, hurry up, or we won't be able to go back."
The short and fat alchemist said hello, and the two of them immediately ran towards the entrance and exit at a speed that was slightly faster than when they came.
...
In the compartment, as soon as He Pingan entered, he immediately felt that his body was stiff, and almost all his magic power was frozen in the body and could not function.
Here, it seems that even the air can be frozen!
He Ping'an quickly used his magic power, and the Eight-nine Mysterious Techniques protected his whole body. Only then did his physical body regain its ability to move.
"The temperature inside seems to have reached absolute zero in the previous life."
He Pingan also tried to use scientific methods to understand this low temperature. Then he thought of something and laughed at himself.
It is the most unscientific thing to travel to this world by yourself and have a plug-in.
The avatar's consciousness probed out of the body, only to find that the consciousness that could cover a ten-mile radius in the past was now limited to a hundred feet, and its operation was sluggish. It seemed that it might be frozen by low temperature at any time.
The ice is so terrifying that even the consciousness can be frozen!
However, some useful information was also explored. For example, the surrounding compartments were filled with corpses.
Some of them look familiar.
For example, in the 21,052 cubicle in Department B next door, Wu Fan was lying in the cold.
"hiss......"
He Ping'an took a breath and collected his magic power to see if Yi Dan Pavilion had any reaction...
After a while, the body had been frozen stiff, and only the Dantian was left with mana flowing, but there was no sign of Yi Dan Pavilion appearing.
"It doesn't look like it's working..."
He Ping'an's magic power circulated again, dispelling the ice and cold covering his whole body.
I originally thought that if such a strong Bing Han could activate Yi Dan Pavilion, my clone would stay here and not leave.
You can spend unlimited mana. Isn't that more delicious than the drug test department outside?
The free prostitution failed, and the clone turned into a black and translucent hair, ready to get out of the compartment.
'Hey......'
The hair was like an iron-headed child, burrowing in and out and rubbing against the cubicle door, but there was no gap for him to get out.
"You still have to work hard to achieve a miracle!"
He Ping'an re-transformed into a monster with the head of a bear and the body of a bear. Using his eighty-nine mysterious skills, he kicked open the compartment door with one kick.
Jumping out of the compartment, He Ping'an's eyes glowed with golden light, and he glanced around the Nine-Turn Wanshou Furnace.
At a rough calculation, there are a hundred thousand cubicles exactly like before in this Nine-turn Wanshou Furnace.
It is divided into four parts: A, B, C and D.
There are twenty-five thousand of each.
There are now close to 50,000 cubicles filled with the corpses of drug testers.
"What does Emperor Jiaming want to do by collecting the corpses of so many drug testers?"
He Ping'an is puzzled.
If corpses are needed, there are several rebellions and natural disasters in Daxuan. After collecting the corpses, these compartments can be filled.
Why use this thankless method?
While he was thinking, his expression suddenly changed, he waved his hand to close the door of the cubicle, then turned into a shadow and quickly fled towards the exit.
"die!"
A hand seal that covered the sky fell from the sky, with extremely domineering power, covering the entire Nine-turn Longevity Furnace.
"Roar!"
Seeing that he could not escape, He Ping'an manifested his body. The bear's head turned toward the sky and roared, transforming into a giant bear of a hundred feet in size. A cold light flashed from the fangs in its ferocious mouth, and it rushed towards the handprints in the sky.
