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Chapter 2798 Refining the Divine Pill!

You know, they are all the top beings in the Sifang Continent.

In the Outer Territory, in the Sifang Continent, they are absolutely strong, a heaven-like existence that controls everything.

Who would have thought that when they came to Zhongzhou, they were not even qualified to be at the bottom.

Now, he has been captured by this Heavenly Fire Ancestor and plans to use it to make elixirs.

Sad, deplorable.

The reason why they came to Central Continent was to find the so-called opportunity, but they never expected that they would get such an ending.

Facing his sister's question, Mu Jia didn't know how to answer it at this moment.

Before this, no matter what happened or how difficult it was, he was the one who stood in front of Mu Yi and shielded her from the wind and rain.

But now, no more.

Mu Jia looked at Mu Yi dejectedly and reached out to pat her on the shoulder, "Little sister, hey..."

"Brother..."

Suddenly, Mu Jia's eyes became firm and he said, "In a moment, look for the opportunity and run as fast as you can and as far as you can."

"Brother, what about you?"

Mu Yi keenly captured the profound meaning of Mu Jia's words.

"Brother Mujia..." Yanmang opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

Mu Jia took a deep breath and said to Wu Xin and Qian Kuang, "The three of us have been fighting for a lifetime, but in the end, we realized that what we were fighting for was just a joke. Haha, I have never begged anyone in my life. , you two, please take good care of my sister..."

"Brother..."

Mu Yi cried directly.

Wu Xin and Qian Mang were also in extremely heavy moods at this moment.

They all knew what Mu Jia wanted to do.

When Patriarch Tianhuo takes them to make pills later, if Mu Jia chooses to self-destruct his original body, it may really create a chance for them to escape.

However, what they can think of, can the Skyfire Ancestor not think of?

When the time comes, what else can we do?

Moreover, even if they ran away, where could they go? With the strength of the Skyfire Ancestor and the power of the Jingtan Sect, could they run away?

"Brother Mu Jia, don't think too much, let alone do stupid things."

Wu Xin sighed. Although Mu Jia's plan could bring them a glimmer of hope, he was still pessimistic.

Ahem...

At this moment, a light cough came.

Immediately, an old man with red hair was seen entering from outside the palace door.

"Ancestor."

Several disciples stood up one after another and bowed respectfully to the old man.

"Um."

The red-haired old man stretched out as if he had just woken up and came to the stove, "Is the heat enough?"

One of the disciples quickly replied, "Returning to the ancestor, there is still about a quarter of an hour, the heat should be enough."

"Um."

The red-haired old man nodded and glanced at the iron cages around him.

The sharp eyes made those strong people in the Perfection Realm in the cage dare not look directly at him.

"Fellow Taoist, can you let us go and let me be your slaves?"

An old man in ragged clothes knelt directly in the cage. Although he knew there was not much hope, he could not help but beg.

The monks around him were also a little moved.

"Coward."

The red-haired old man spat, clearly looking down on this man, "You should feel honored to be able to become the material for me to refine the elixir. You must know that what I am about to refine is a unique divine elixir that can help This super elixir that has entered the eight-star realm..."

"I have been planning this for a long time. Now, after finally catching you and collecting the number of one hundred and eight, you asked me to let you go. If you want to destroy my magic elixir, wouldn't it be a bad idea? What is your intention in practicing?”

Speaking of the latter part, the red-haired old man spoke sharply and stared at the man as if he wanted to eat him alive.

Destroying other people's practice is like killing other people's parents, and you deserve to die.

Those who were still a little tempted and wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy, saw this scene and restrained themselves.

The other party is obviously going to kill them, so what's the use of begging? It's better to curse a few words and have some fun before death.

"Fellow."

The man almost collapsed, "As long as fellow Taoist is willing to let me go, I am willing to find another perfection monk for you, no, ten. As long as you let me go, I will find ten monks for you... "

"whispering sound."

The red-haired old man snorted, "Not only are you spineless, but you are also very bad. Why should you blame your own fate on others? You are really a dead Taoist friend but not a poor Taoist, right? I will let everyone here today go." It’s impossible for people to let you go..."

"Fellow Taoist..." The man collapsed.

"Noisy."

The red-haired old man waved his sleeve, and the power of law flew out, imprisoning the man directly.

The man's mouth was wide open and he couldn't scream.

At this time, the red-haired old man put his hands behind his back and glanced around, "I know that you are unwilling to accept it, but the reality is so cruel. Today, I ask you fellow Taoists to die just to refine a divine elixir. Wait for the divine elixir." After the completion, I will set up a memorial tablet for you, and the Jingtan Sect disciples will pray for you every day..."

Everyone's face twitched. Listening to his words, it seemed as if he was some kind of messenger of justice. If everyone refused to die, it would be a mistake.

"Ancestor, the furnace temperature is enough."

At this time, a disciple stood up and reported to the red-haired old man.

Everyone's hearts suddenly skipped a beat.

here we go.

The countdown to their lives has begun.

"Well, let me test the furnace temperature first."

The red-haired old man came to the stove and threw the disciple in without saying a word.

"ah."

The disciple let out a scream and instantly became invisible in the firelight of the furnace.

The disciples next to him seemed to be used to such a scene, and showed no expression at all.

"Yes, Not Bad."

The red-haired old man nodded, "The furnace is warm enough. Fellow Taoists, don't be impatient. I'll add some medicinal materials and bake them for a while before inviting you into the furnace."

Laughed.

The red-haired old man unfolded his sleeves, and countless spiritual medicinal materials flew out of his sleeves and flew directly into the furnace.

Everyone’s hearts are tight.

You might as well kill the big guy directly. The psychological pressure on people hanging like this is too great.

Another half-quarter of an hour passed.

The precious medicinal materials in the furnace have turned into liquid.

A medicinal fragrance instantly filled the entire hall.

"Okay, fellow Taoists, please enter the furnace."

The red-haired old man laughed loudly, and the power of countless laws was released, like shackles, sinking into the bodies of more than a hundred perfection monks.

Crunch.

The iron cages opened one after another.

"Everyone, remember what Mu just said, please." Mu Jia took a deep breath and clenched his fists tightly.

But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he discovered to his horror that his original power was sealed.