Douluo bathing in fire Phoenix

Chapter 126 Chemistry Master
Ma Hongjun felt that it was necessary for him to give play to his ingenuity again. As a high-achieving student of the nine-year compulsory education, how could he be trapped here?

Isn't it blood?

Concentration has already been learned in junior high school chemistry, do you really think you can beat Ma Hongjun?
Ma Hongjun slapped open a coffin next to him, as expected, the corpse inside was the same as the one above, well preserved, the skin was tender and smooth, just like a real person.

He took out the Ghosttoothed Dragon Dagger and a previously fired pottery from the heart of Chongyang, and cut a wound on the corpse, dark red blood kept flowing out.

According to common sense, a person's blood will stop losing to a certain extent, but the wound cut by the ghost tooth dragon's dagger is different, the blood will continue to flow out until it becomes a mummy.

"The blood is dark red and looks stale, but it's not for drinking, so it shouldn't matter!" Ma Hongjun thought to himself.

He snapped his fingers, and a purple-black flame instantly appeared in his right hand, and he threw it towards the pottery.

The water in the blood was continuously lost, and the blood became as thick as porridge.The clay pot that was originally the size of a human head was full of blood, but now it has shrunk by half.

"It stands to reason that the people buried here are all gifted with excellent bloodlines. It should be enough if the bloodline concentration is doubled!"

Ma Hongjun poured the blood in the pot on the stone gate, the blood spread continuously along the lines, the furthest even reached a height of one and a half feet, but this distance is only half for Shimen.

In other words, Ma Hongjun had to purify his blood twice to be able to barely open this stone door.

Ma Hongjun observed the blood in the clay pot, guessing that the blood was about to become solid before it was purified.

Of course Ma Hongjun was not someone who was hanged on a rope, since one method didn't work, he found another method.

Since it cannot be purified, then increase the concentration of the stock solution.It is estimated that the blood concentration of the corpse I found just now is not enough. Anyway, there are so many corpses here, so I can always find one that meets the requirements.

Ma Hongjun began to open the coffins one by one, and tried the corpses one by one, but he tried nearly half of the corpses, and the highest was only two feet.

The little beggar can't see it anymore, how can anyone ruin other people's ancestors like this?

"Hey, it's too immoral for you to do this!"

Ma Hongjun tried for a long time without success, he was quite a researcher's paranoid, once he started thinking about something, he would get very angry if someone interrupted him.

"First, I don't call you hello, I'm Xin Zhao, you are my goddaughter, but now I haven't said a word of daddy; second, don't you hate your family? I'm also helping you vent your anger; third , Am I working so hard to do this kind of thing for myself? Didn’t I do it to help you escape? And there may be some treasure left by your ancestors behind it. If it is really opened, it will not be cheap by then about you."

The little beggar Ma Hongjun was talking about was speechless, so he could only turn around and sulk.

Seeing this, Ma Hongjun shook his head, "Ugly people often make mischief."

"Who are you calling ugly!" The little beggar glared.

Ma Hongjun shrugged and said, "Do you know why I consider you a goddaughter instead of a younger sister?"

The little beggar frowned, do these two have any special meaning?
Seeing that the little beggar didn't understand, Ma Hongjun didn't remind him, and just continued to think about his purification plan.

He firmly believes that this ancestral land is a dungeon prepared by God for him as the protagonist, and he will definitely find a way to get in in the end.

Since the purity of the stock solution cannot be improved, what else can be done!

Ma Hongjun thought hard about the chemistry problems he had done in his previous life, and finally found a glimmer of inspiration. What he just removed from the blood was basically water. Since the water can no longer be removed, can other impurities be removed?

Ma Hongjun frowned, releasing the mental power far beyond ordinary people, and concentrating it in a small clay pot. This not only had strict requirements on the amount of mental power, but also required a strong control over the mental power.

In terms of control, whether it is mental power, soul power or flames, Ma Hongjun is confident that there are not many people in Douluo Continent who can do better than him.

When the powerful spiritual power is gathered in the clay pot, it seems to generate a nutritional composition table, which is clear at a glance.It's just that Ma Hongjun doesn't know the name of each ingredient, nor does he know its function.

But Ma Hongjun can still perceive the amount of energy contained in each ingredient.

Since the little beggar said that they are the descendants of the gods, it means that the energy contained in which ingredient is needed to open the stone gate must be the strongest!
Ma Hongjun has already sensed the existence of that ingredient, what he needs to do now is how to remove the rest of the impurities.

This point is also not difficult for Ma Hongjun who has received nine years of compulsory education. It is nothing more than finding the melting point and boiling point of each ingredient.

Ma Hongjun took out five more clay pots from the Heart of the Double Ninth Festival, opened five more coffins, let the blood out, a set of movements was as smooth as killing a chicken.

At the same time, five groups of flames flew out from Ma Hongjun's body, and flew into five clay pots respectively.In fact, Ma Hongjun could control five flames at the same time a year ago, but now he not only needs to control the flames, but also observes the blood, so five flames are already the limit without using the spirit.

Ma Hongjun closed his eyes, kept controlling the temperature of the flame, and felt the changes of every component in the blood.

After a stick of incense, Ma Hongjun opened his eyes, took out his notebook, and wrote down some data on it.

Open the coffin, take the corpse, bloodletting, burning, recording, and the cycle continues.

The little beggar sat aside, propped his chin with one hand, and watched Ma Hongjun's busy figure seriously.It's strange, obviously this is just a stranger, she believes that he can take her away from this cold big family; even though the current situation is so difficult, she can't feel any tension and panic.

She vaguely remembered that there was a time when she was as carefree and trouble-free as she is now.

When was that?

I can't remember exactly, but at that time her father, mother, and the sister who was very good to her were there.

But when did all this change?
The little beggar stared blankly at Ma Hongjun, who had his eyes closed, and thought: "Could this be how father feels? But why does it always feel wrong?" At this moment, Ma Hongjun suddenly opened his eyes, and the little beggar jumped in shock. , hastily lowered his head, his back looked even more hunchbacked.

Ma Hongjun's eyes were half happy and half worried.

The joy is that he has figured out the melting point and boiling point of each ingredient.

The worry is that basically 90.00% of the impurities have a higher boiling point than water, which means that the water starts to boil before these impurities reach the boiling point.I'm afraid that the impurities have not been removed, the moisture has long been gone, and the blood has long been turned into a solid lump.

(End of this chapter)