Chapter 134

Until master Zhitong left for a long time, waste was still intoxicated with the joy of getting the Sanhuang tripod.

For a real Dan master, the importance of Dan Ding is self-evident.

It's like for a racing driver, the quality of the car directly determines the performance of the race, and sanhuangding is undoubtedly the top one.

It is also a natural treasure. Such a treasure also has a name, which is called Lingbao.

Even with the ox fork of the previous life, there is no Lingbao in the hands of waste, but now it has one like this miraculously, which really makes waste feel dizzy when it is hit by pie falling from the sky.

Finally, after a deep breath, waste finally managed to calm down. Looking at the jade, smooth and delicate Sanhuang tripod in his hand, waste really had a sense of fear that he didn't dare to start.

"Hoo..."

He spit out a turbid current again and read the heart clearing mantra several times in his heart. His wasted face finally stabilized. His eyes were burning and stared at the Sanhuang tripod. What he had in hand was the seabed ten thousand year purple gold sand obtained from Zhou Shiheng and several compatible Chinese herbal medicines.

He pushed the tripod to a charcoal basin placed in front of him. The fire in the charcoal basin was booming at the moment, and the charcoal was obviously not made of ordinary wood, so the fire was much more than usual.

A faint aroma was released from the burning red charcoal fire and filled the whole Zen room.

A gentle sniff not only has no pungent taste, but also has an intoxicating fragrance.

Obviously, the charcoal material is extraordinary, and something is added to the charcoal fire to fuel the fire.

He wasted his hands pushing and sending, but he steadily put the three emperor tripod on a support above the charcoal basin, but it was stuck in it, strong and firm.

After all this, he didn't idle away, but sent it gently with his palm against the charcoal basin, and a real warm current immediately poured into the charcoal basin from his palm.

Once the true Qi was injected into the charcoal basin, the fire that was already very prosperous suddenly rose, more than double that before.

The flame was like gold. Twelve round holes drilled into the tripod from the whole body of the three emperors tripod. It was strange. Once the flame was drilled into the tripod through the small round holes of the tripod body, it was no longer forward, but quickly integrated with the tripod body.

This integration does not mean that the flame melts into the tripod, but the flame is tiled along the inner wall of the tripod, forming a thin layer of fire. It feels like the twelve flames drilled into the tripod form an inner wall of pure flame.

A moment later, the jade like tripod was immediately burned to crystal clear, which seemed to release a trace of fog. It was strange to say that although the trace of fog soared and filled the tripod, it did not rush out, but only rolled in the tripod.

Looking at the fog like a dragon, the wasted eyes immediately narrowed up and withdrew their right hand, but they pinched out an ancient Dharma seal.

With the pinch of this seal, his gesture changed very quickly, but seven or eight seals had been changed in an instant. Because the speed was too fast, the shadow of Tao was left in front of him.

Then he saw that the seven or eight residual shadows seemed to be printed on the Sanhuang tripod directly above the charcoal basin at the same moment.

"Hum..."

With the seal cover and the tripod, the tripod suddenly lit up, and a hissing sound came out, shaking the whole meditation room.

"It's time!" Waste suddenly drank lightly, but his left hand, which was still on the charcoal basin, withdrew from the charcoal basin and grabbed it directly. Unexpectedly, he grabbed a herb in front of him.

Then he shook his wrist gently and threw it into the Sanhuang tripod.

As soon as the herb entered the Sanhuang tripod, it was directly wrapped by the rolling fog in the tripod. However, in an instant, you can see that the herb is melting.

There is no mistake. The herbs are not burning, but melting.

Watching the herbs melt, the wasted attention finally condenses on the herbs. His eyes are bright, vaguely with a trace of excitement and anxiety. The French seal condenses on his right hand and claps a palm from time to time.

When this palm print reached the tripod body, I saw that the herb in the tripod would always be thinner, and the liquid medicine melted by the herb would be more.

The charcoal fire outside is booming, and the temperature inside the tripod is burning.

The herbs wrapped in this mass of hot air gradually turned dry, and at the end, they seemed to have been burned to a scorched black color.

The wasted face changed slightly, and the palm fell faster. Every time he clapped his palm, the mist wrapped with herbs seemed to be thicker, and the speed of herb blackening would be slower.

In this way, after shooting more than ten palms in a row, the herb finally no longer became scorched black, but began to melt into liquid medicine again.

However, the expression of idleness is persistent. I dare not neglect it at all. I still clap my palm from time to time and carefully control the amount of herbs wrapped in the fog.

Finally, except for the blackened and discolored part of the herb in the tripod, all the rest melted into liquid medicine. After wasting this, his face slowed down, his palm shook gently, and his palm printed directly on the tripod.

This palm print was extremely fast. Although the temperature of the tripod was very high, it could not burn him. With his palm print, the tripod finally changed again.

The liquid medicine was a bullet, but it fell steadily into an ear above the tripod.

The section of scorched black herb that was not controlled was a package without fog. Suddenly, with a bang, it turned into a wisp of white smoke.

Idleness also stopped at the moment, showing a touch of astringency on his face. In the end, he turned into a self mocking smile: "it seems that alchemy will rust if it is not used for too long."

In the faint words, he turned his eyes to the drop of mellow liquid medicine stored in the ear of the tripod, but finally revealed a touch of comfort: "although the technique is a little rusty, the three emperor tripod is really overbearing and easy to use. The liquid medicine condensed is so pure that it can save a lot of purification time. Moreover, this experiment is obviously as expected, The three emperor tripod will really increase the success rate by 20%. As expected, it is a treasure between heaven and earth! "

As he said this, his spirit was excited again, but he put another herb into the tripod.

Several times in a row, I finally got familiar with the technique quickly. On the fourth time, all the herbs put in were turned into liquid medicine, and there was no waste.

He smiled and stopped.

Then he pulled out a few drops of medicine stored in Ding Er, held them in the palm of his hand and stared for a long time. Finally, with a slight flick, they all disappeared into the hot charcoal fire below.

"Bang..."

When the essence of the medicine was entered into the fire, the burning charcoal was very intense, and the fire was more than doubled.

Looking at the fire, waste finally took a deep breath and gently drank: "everything is ready, let's start!"