Chapter 822

In the space of refining demon pot, Ning Xiaolei doesn't immediately recover Yunming's injury.

He gives Xuehong Laozu and Taylor a task to persuade Yunming.

Ning Xiaolei himself runs to find the people who practice in the special space and gives them a golden elixir.

After everyone finished, Ning Xiaolei had only eight left in his hand.

Dog demon sister Dudu, Ning Xiaolei also gave one.

"To whom is the rest?"

Ning Xiaolei feels his chin and thinks about the cableway.

A turn of the golden elixir is only effective for those under the quintuple realm. If you exceed this cultivation, it will be invalid.

After thinking about it for a long time, I really didn't think of a suitable person. Ning Xiaolei asked xiaotuanzi to reward the more active members in the development of demon pot.

Anyway, they are all under their own hands. It's the same for everyone.

After dealing with the golden elixir, Ning Xiaolei asks Bai Gujing for a bone refining talisman.

Yunming doesn't know when he will recover. He should control it first.

Put the bone refining talisman into Yunming's body and let Xuehong Laozu and Taylor continue to persuade Ning Xiaolei to go back and distribute the spoils.

In addition to a turn of the golden elixir, he also had the large medicinal field carved by the golden winged Mirs, which contained many miraculous drugs.

Ning Xiaolei is not polite. He digs out all the thousand years and ten thousand years.

As for the century old ones, he can't see them now. Let them grow slowly!

Put all the herbs into Xumi bag, and Ning Xiaolei soon knows the use of each.

To his surprise, the one with more than 100000 years was also a panacea for improving cultivation.

"Ha ha, it's impossible to break through the cultivation."

Ning Xiaolei laughs and is overjoyed. Today is harvest day.

If you have one hundred thousand years old, you'd better not have the rest, and distribute them all.

Sitting in that special area, Ning Xiaolei began to refine the 100000 year old medicinal material.

Unlike Yizhuan Jindan, the energy in the medicinal materials is a little complicated. He needs to spend some time refining.

But it's only a year here and a day outside, and it doesn't take much time.

Refining the medicine into juice, Ning Xiaolei swallowed it.

The violent energy spreads in the body and rushes in all directions.

Ning Xiaolei doesn't dare to be careless. He controls it with all his heart and soul. He constantly purifies and refines the liquid medicine and turns it into the pure energy he needs.

It took more than ten days for Ning Xiaolei to absorb all the energy of the medicinal materials.

At the moment, his cultivation is no longer in the late stage of the quadruple, but in the middle stage of the quintuple, and it is the kind that will soon break through the late stage of the quintuple.

"awesome."

Ning Xiaolei is very happy. He wants to have more herbs like this. He doesn't know if he will be killed if he digs the golden winged Mirs.

After thinking about it, he decided not to talk to the golden winged Mirs carving for a long time.

Too often, the golden winged Mirs are likely to be killed.

Ning Xiaolei didn't go out immediately to continue refining.

But what he refined this time was the real fire of the sun. He wanted to transform the golden flame around him.

I just don't know which one is better than the other. Ning Xiaolei is very curious.

In order to avoid affecting other people, Ning Xiaolei specially found a remote corner.

With a flash of light on his body, Ning Xiaolei extracted a ray of sun fire from Xumi bag.

In a flash, the hot breath spread around, and the dazzling light made the eyes hurt.

Feeling the pain coming from his hand, Ning Xiaolei is busy wrapping the real fire of the sun with evil Qi. It's terrible!

After the East emperor's operation, Ning Xiaolei pulls a small wisp of the sun's real fire with his hair and slowly inhales it into his body.

As soon as the sun was in contact with his body, Ning Xiaolei's face changed, and a big drop of sweat rolled down his forehead like rain.

The pain spreads in the heart, but Ning Xiaolei insists on not saying a word, gritting his teeth to run the Sutra.