"Ang... Then please ask senior to lead the way." Nie Yuan replied hurriedly.
"Okay, come with me."
Seeing Nie Yuan agree, the old man with gray beard smiled, stood up and waved his hand, and the items on the stall disappeared.
The old man walked in front, and Nie Yuan followed.
Along the way, Nie Yuan was wondering why there were such two prince-level bosses in this small border town.
Also, with his shitty luck, he can bump into any awesome person.
Less than half a moment later, the old man with a gray beard took Nie Yuan to a small courtyard.
"Little friend, this is my residence here, let's get started."
The old man with a gray beard said and rolled up his sleeves again.
Looking at the witchcraft on the old man's arm, Nie Yuan still asked what he was most worried about: "Senior, this junior has a low cultivation level. This witchcraft has troubled senior for so many years, I'm afraid..."
"It doesn't matter, even if I fail to get rid of this witchcraft, I will sell the blood cinnabar to you."
Seeing Nie Yuan's concerns, the old man with a gray beard said, and called out an iron can containing blood cinnabar and placed it on the table.
"Then junior will thank senior first."
As he spoke, Nie Yuan thought, and the flames lying in his dantian appeared in the palm of his hand in an instant.
"No wonder there is such a big reaction. I'm afraid this is not a real fire."
As soon as the flame appeared, the gray beard's eyes condensed, and then he showed a happy look.
He had previously sought out many people to help him exorcise the witchcraft, but all of them could not be eradicated because the flame level was too low.
This flame is the strongest flame he has ever seen. Maybe the witchcraft that has trapped him for several years can be exorcised today.
"Really hot?"
Nie Yuan murmured in his heart, writing this down, and later asking Mengxian what it meant.
"Senior, junior, let's start."
Nie Yuan controlled the flame and slowly approached the ball of witchcraft.
This witchcraft seemed to be alive. The moment the flames came into contact, it made a tingling sound, kept twisting, avoiding the refining of the flames, and even tried to swim to the upper side of the arm.
Nie Yuan hurriedly controlled the flames to seal the escape route of the witchcraft and gathered it in an area.
Well!
At this moment, the old man with a gray beard also showed a look of pain on his face, and he couldn't help but groan.
"senior!"
Nie Yuan weakened the intensity of the flame refining a bit.
"It doesn't matter, just refine it." The old man with a gray beard said reluctantly.
"Then...Senior, hold back."
Nie Yuan slowly increased his strength.
"This witchcraft... is so tenacious."
Nie Yuan discovered that the witchcraft had only been refined to a small extent.
Horribly inefficient.
Seeing this, Nie Yuan made a secret with both hands, pulled the Fire Cloud Secret, and increased the strength a little more.
Well!
The old man with a gray beard groaned, and pain spread throughout his body instantly.
But he didn't shout to stop, gritting his teeth and persisting.
Not long after, veins popped out on his forehead, and a large amount of sweat kept oozing out.
Nie Yuan was also sweating.
Refining witchcraft is not an easy job, and it consumes a lot of money.
Although he is powerful in combat, in the final analysis, he is still a young monk at the sixth level of Qi Condensation Realm.
He wouldn't be able to sustain such a huge consumption for long.
At this moment, Nie Yuan's forehead was covered with large beads of sweat, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and the output of the flames was not as steady as it was at the beginning.
Seeing this, the old man with a gray beard suppressed the pain, crushed a pill, and used magic power to drive it into Nie Yuan's body.
Prince-level monks are just different, their attacks are top-notch.
As soon as the elixir entered his body, Nie Yuan was instantly resurrected with full blood, and the fatigue on his body disappeared at this moment.
The majestic power of the medicine pushed Nie Yuan's state to a point where he was loosened again, and he was about to break through to the seventh level.
Another hour passed, and the spiritual power previously replenished was almost exhausted.
But the result is good, less than half of the witchcraft has been refined.
But Nie Yuan still didn't dare to relax.
He discovered that once he started refining, he couldn't stop.
Once there is even the slightest sign of strength, the witchcraft will come back.
Only when it is completely refined can you stop. Otherwise, once you stop, all your previous efforts will be in vain.
The witchcraft is so difficult to deal with, no wonder even the great monks at the princely level are unable to do anything about it.
The pain was still there, and he was worthy of being a prince-level monk. He didn't scream for more than an hour.
The old man with a gray beard also knew that refining witchcraft consumes a lot of money.
He was not stingy with the elixirs in his hand. Seeing that Nie Yuan's energy and blood were once again low, he grabbed a few more elixirs and injected them into his body.
No need to guess, they are all top quality.
Nie Yuan's cultivation level was directly pushed to the seventh level of Qi Condensation.
Originally, Nie Yuan didn't want to break through so early, but he had no choice. The medicine was too strong, so he had to break through passively.
After another hour and a half, Nie Yuan was almost exhausted, with no color on his face. The old man with a gray beard was no better, and he was close to the limit of endurance.
The gray-bearded old man also wanted to build up more strength for Nie Yuan, but Nie Yuan's cultivation level was too low. Taking too much of this pill would damage his meridians. He could not destroy the martial arts foundation of a younger generation for his own selfish reasons.
Finally, just before Nie Yuan's spiritual power was exhausted, the last trace of the witchcraft was refined.
call!
Nie Yuan and the old man exhaled a thick breath at the same time.
In fact, he has reached the limit. If it is not refined, he will stop first.
This feeling is like thousands of ants eating my heart, and the pain is indescribable.
Two and a half hours was his limit.
"Senior, fortunately you have lived up to your fate..." Nie Yuan said weakly.
"Thank you, little friend." The old man with a gray beard was also extremely weak.
At this moment, both of them were covered in sweat and breathing heavily.
In this scene, those who knew it was a refining witchcraft, but those who didn’t know what it was doing inside the house.
When he was young, the grey-bearded old man's momentum had returned to full strength, and was even more terrifying than before.
And Nie Yuan was still lying on the ground like a dead fish.
The old man with a gray beard waved his hand, and a soft force penetrated into Nie Yuan's body.
Nie Yuan, who was still lamenting his life, suddenly felt a soft force of strength rushing into his body.
Then, the dry Dantian was filled up, and all the consumed energy and blood were replenished. He was instantly resurrected on the spot with full blood, and stood up from the ground with a sudden sound.
"My dear friend, I cannot thank you enough for your kindness. I, Lu Ningyuan, am here to return this great gift to my dear friend."
With that said, Lu Ningyuan was about to bow down and give a great gift to Nie Yuan.
"Senior, senior, if we don't do this, our life will be shortened." Nie Yuan said and hurriedly stepped forward to stop him. "Let's discuss the price of blood cinnabar."
"What are you talking about? My friend has been so helpful, so I will give this blood cinnabar to you."
With that said, Lu Ningyuan grabbed the iron can containing blood cinnabar and stuffed it directly into Nie Yuan's arms.
"Thank you, senior."
"Thank you. It's me who should be thanking you. This is such a great favor, and I can't repay you with this bloody cinnabar. There are many treasures in my house, so I can let you pick one."
Lu Ningyuan waved his hand, and a door was opened. Before Nie Yuan could react, Lu Ningyuan pushed it into the room, as if he was afraid that Nie Yuan wouldn't take it.
He is happy and excited.
This witchcraft has trapped him for more than ten years.
In the past ten years, not only has my cultivation not improved, but my vitality has also been eroded bit by bit, which is so painful.
I finally got relief today, and it was already extremely suppressed if I didn't jump up excitedly.
"Hey, good guy, he is indeed a prince-level boss, he is very powerful."
Nie Yuan, who was pushed into the room, was shocked by all the treasures in the room.
I saw that the room was filled with cabinets and shelves, and the cabinets and shelves were filled with treasures.
There were all kinds of elixirs and magical weapons, most of which were things Nie Yuan didn't recognize.
Nie Yuan didn't even need to recognize these treasures to know that there wasn't any ordinary item here.
Since you can only pick one, you have to pick the best one.
At this time, Mengxian came in handy.
"In the fourth square of the first row of the third cabinet shelf, there is a treasure."
