v17 Chapter 933： Don't change or die

Looking at the corpse of the small bones, the small bones are no big deal. In the petite body, only a little halo is lost. Zifeng breathed a sigh of relief.

He left the lotus space again, and walked over with the black dragon spirit. He found that the crystal coffin surrounded by nine sarcophagi was covered with a faint mist.

Zifeng knew that crises were everywhere, so he didn't worry at all. Intuitively, he felt that the crystal coffin shrouded in the mist was another masterpiece created by Xue Qian to resurrect him. He walked cautiously into the fog.

The poor dragon flew to him cautiously, always vigilant. Once the danger comes, it will warn Zifeng first.

For a long time, Xue Qian has been Zifeng's target after being reborn. Xue Qian has always been Xun Yu's good friend when she can't remember.

For an instant, Zifeng felt that his world had collapsed.

He woke up.

He became a walking dead.

He knelt before the crystal coffin and sobbed silently.

The little black dragon was aside, looking at Zifeng in shock.

"My God! Master, does he cry? Did you make a mistake? The master was confused by the female corpse in the crystal coffin. Or is there a crying poison in the mist?"

The little black dragon couldn't figure it out, looking at Zi Feng's dull expression, and seeing the dying ember color in Zi Feng's eyes, the little black dragon was anxious.

It made a reverse turn in the air, inhaled hard, and roared loudly: "Oh~~~~~~~Master! Wake up. Don’t be fooled!"

Zifeng woke up suddenly, his breathing became extremely rapid, frowning and looking at Xiao Hei Long, turning his head to look at Qian Xue's corpse, his eyes couldn't help but shake.

Suddenly, he discovered that this was not Xue Qian's body at all!

"I was sad for a long time. It turns out that this is not Xue Qian's body."

Zifeng's heart relaxed a lot. He stared at the mysterious female corpse for a long time. He found that the female corpse had Qianxue no matter what his body or temperament was, but without Qianxue's aura, his chin was just another beautiful place.

Zifeng glanced at Xiao Heilong gratefully, and asked with a smile: "Little Heilong, I ask you a question. You said that when a woman was young, she had no beautiful spots on her face. Hundreds or even thousands of years. Will it be possible to plant scenic spots again after one year?"

Poor Long thought for a while, looking at Zifeng. It frowned and said, "Master, this question is too difficult for you. At that time, my old dragon was also a purple and golden dragon king. I also ruled countless women, but I have never studied this kind of problem. A beautiful mole will grow very long."

Zifeng laughed blankly.

After experiencing great grief, he was ecstatic and confused. He even asked such an alternative question about the little black dragon.

Since the crystal coffin is not Xue Qian's corpse, it is perfect.

Zifeng knew he thought so. Some things are not satisfactory. No matter whose body is in the coffin, he shouldn't be so happy.

Thinking like this in his heart, he suddenly saw a piece of cloth stained with blood in the crystal coffin, which shocked him.

He looked around the crystal coffin carefully, but found the girl's body and the **** cloth next to her.

"Is this just a coincidence?"

Zifeng muttered to himself, and took it out of the lotus space. This work comes from the dark amber blood-stained fabric in the crystal coffin.

When Zifeng held the cloth in his hand and carefully compared it with the cloth in the crystal coffin, he was even more surprised.

He found that the materials of the two pieces of cloth were exactly the same!

"The Nine Coffin Spirit Gathering Array was arranged by Qianxue. This is absolutely correct. The blood-stained cloth in the crystal coffin was blown to pieces by Qin Yang ten thousand years ago. The remaining remains should not be wrong. But. Who is the mysterious woman in the crystal coffin?" Zifeng was confused.

After turning over the crystal coffin several times in a row, Zifeng finally couldn't bear to open the coffin, because he knew that once the coffin was opened, the girl's body would rot if it touched the air.

This is what Zifeng didn't want to see.

In order to let Xue Qian know that he had been here, Zifeng simply used Ziyang sword to engrave a line on the wall of the crystal coffin.

"Xue'er, I've been here. I don't know who the girl in the coffin is. I'm afraid of being frightened, so I can't bear to open the coffin. Next, I will continue to practice, improve my realm, and go to the end of the world to find you. Huh. Sanwu Calendar 2016 February 27th."

After finishing writing, Zifeng looked at February 27th, dumbfounded.

February 27, 2016 is the Tomb-sweeping Festival of the Three Wus Mainland.

This day is a day for worshipping ancestors, and it is also a time for lovers who are separated by yin and yang to express their thoughts.

Although I don't know who the body of the mysterious girl in the crystal coffin is, based on intuition, Zifeng feels that this girl must be related to Xue Qian.

As for what the relationship is, Zifeng is still unclear.

After leaving Xue Qian's handwriting, Zifeng resolutely withdrew from the array. He did not want to interfere with the operation of the array because of a sudden intrusion.

Leading the little black dragon out of the guardian formation, an Emanron came to the corner of the mountainside, where Zifeng plans to refine the enhanced version of Gankundi Jidan.

Near the cave wall, Zifeng cleared an open space. After taking out the green bronze cauldron, Zifeng took out all the blood ginseng, white rhino horn and goblin spring.

The little bones found it strange, and the trouble also followed.

The green bronze tripod was placed on a large bluestone. Zifeng chopped up blood ginseng and white rhino horns in a certain proportion, ground them and evenly sprinkled them into the green bronze pot.

There are not many fairy spring spirits in the urn, there is only a bottom, which seems to be only a few hundred drops. After this kind of alchemy, it is estimated that it will be completely exhausted.

Half a piece of white rhino horn is only enough to make two rounds of pills. There is more blood here, a whole big tree root, and less than half of the trees are left over from the last alchemy.

The raw materials are very tight, so Zifeng is very careful in alchemy. We hope to achieve a one-time success as much as possible, without cooking and not wasting raw materials.

The poor dragon finally had a place to use. It is brave and fearless, coiling on the big bluestone next to the green bronze cauldron, waiting for Zi Feng's command, ready to spray flames.

My sister-in-law stood on a rock beside Zifeng, watching Zifeng's every move curiously.

After putting blood ginseng, white rhino horn and goblin spring spirit liquid into the green copper cauldron in proportion, Zifeng took out an ice agave from the lotus space.

For the first time, Zifeng wasn't sure what to add to the refining pill.