I am eight years old again, and I will never serve as a cauldron for the empress again.

As long as you master the method of making bloodline potion, the most precious thing is the material for refining the potion.

The materials used to refine potions are the biggest barrier to the popularization of bloodline potions.

Even in the Middle Ages, there were limitations on the various materials used to refine bloodline potions.

In each period, the number of descendants of gods and demons will not exceed five digits.

And now, Zhuang Zhou actually took out the main ingredients for refining the Hercules magic potion easily, and Jia Lan's mind instantly became active.

Perhaps, in this era, the God and Demon Guards can flourish.

"Several other materials are also hard to find, but it's not impossible to find alternative materials..."

Jia Lan hasn't finished speaking yet.

Zhuang Zhou blinked his big eyes and said innocently, "I already have those elixirs in my hands, why should I look for alternative materials?"

Zhuang Zhou’s words were like a powerful punch.

This directly silenced Jia Lan.

"The Star Grass and the Bull Demon's Blood Essence were extremely precious treasures even in my era. Do you have them in your hands?"

Jia Lan said in an incredible tone.

She held her breath, tense inside.

The towering hills began to tremble with the restless heartbeat in her chest.

"Of course!"

Zhuang Zhou raised his head proudly.

This time it's his turn.

Open your eyes, mortals, the moment to witness a miracle has arrived.

Zhuang Zhou took out one plant after another of star grass, which was lush and green, like green grass.

The grass leaves swayed, emitting a faint starlight.

This is definitely a star, even in the ancient times of treasures, it is hard to come by.

What’s more important is that the star grass Zhuang Zhou took out was not a single plant, but a bundle.

Since when did the star grass start to be measured in bundles?

Jia Lan thought to himself.

"As for the essence and blood of the powerful bull demons, the powerful bull demons are now able to thrive in the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield of Lingtian Realm. They have even become the main force of the orcs. The powerful bull demons are the mortal enemies of the human race. They wander around the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield every day. If you need the essence and blood of the powerful bull demons, just catch two of them at random."

The battlefield of all races that Zhuang Zhou talked about is like his pasture.

The corpse collector wanted to remind Zhuang Zhou not to be too reckless and to be tactful in everything he did, otherwise he would easily be retaliated by all races.

But he glanced at the eight leaders of the Black Demon Clan who were at the half-step Tiangang realm and were waiting to be killed and judged, and he tactfully shut his mouth.

If Zhuang Zhou did things without proper measure and propriety, he would indeed be easily retaliated by all races, but it is not certain who would suffer the loss in the end. The Shadow Legion is a living example.

They came for revenge, but in the end none of them returned alive.

What's even more cruel is that such a large elite army didn't even hurt Zhuang Zhou in the end.

"Hahahaha, I think making you the ninth commander of my God and Demon Guard is the most wise, great and correct decision I have made in the past thousands of years."

Jia Lan said this narcissistically.

Zhuang Zhou can not only save these descendants of gods and demons who have turned into undead, but he can also collect enough materials to create blood potions to carry forward the lineage of the descendants of gods and demons.

When numbers are no longer a limit, the strength of the descendants of gods and demons will truly be revealed, causing the entire world to tremble.

Zhuang Zhou has completely become one with the descendants of gods and demons.

The eight leaders of the Black Demon Clan who were counting on the descendants of gods and demons to kill Zhuang Zhou were completely in despair.

"Lord Jia Lan, what's the point of keeping these guys from the Black Demon Clan?"

Zhuang Zhou asked.

As long as these black demons are not killed, they will always be a problem.

The fourth zombie transformed from the descendant of gods and demons at the Yin-Yang realm level will soon wake up.

“When he wakes up, if he can consume enough blood food, he can quickly restore his cultivation to its peak state.

These guys came just in time. Their blood can become blood food for our companion and help him recover quickly! "

Jialan said.

Her eyes were cold and she looked down upon life and death.

The Black Demon Clan, who is so invincible on the battlefield, can only survive to provide fresh blood for their companions.

After all, dead things don't taste good.

Hear the words.

The black demons trembled even more.

They had guessed their fate long ago, but when they really heard from Jia Lan that they were going to become blood food.

The hearts of the Black Demons couldn't help but tremble.

"Save us! As long as you are willing to save us, we are willing to work like slaves for you and sacrifice everything for you!"

The leader of the black demon clan stopped cursing Zhuang Zhou.

They turned around and begged Zhuang Zhou to plead for them in extremely humble voices and tones, because among the people present, Zhuang Zhou was probably the only one who could save them. Those descendants of gods and demons were all cold-blooded and ruthless, and did not take them seriously at all, but treated them as food and cattle and horses.

Zhuang Zhou walked towards the black demons with a smile on his face.

He stretched out a finger, picked up one of the Black Demon leaders who had shouted at him the most fiercely before, and looked at him with a smile.

"Look at me with your eyes wide open. Do I look like a fool who raised a tiger to bring disaster upon himself? My father has been telling me the story of the farmer and the snake since I was a child. I am not a farmer, and you can't be a snake either. You are my enemy, and if I save you, you will definitely bite me back. So to prevent it from happening, you'd better go to hell."

Zhuang Zhou's face was full of indifference.

The corpse collector looked at Zhuang Yan with a strange expression: What kind of shit is this prenatal education you gave Zhuang Zhou? How old is he to tell him this kind of dark myth?

Zhuangyan looked at his nose with his eyes, his mouth with his nose, and his heart with his mouth: "It's not my fault. It's really not my fault! I have told him so many myths, how come he only remembered this one?"

"You want to go down to the second floor?"

Jia Lan looked at Zhuang Zhou worriedly.

She knew in her heart that Zhuang Zhou did not enter the Mitian ruins to save the descendants of gods and demons.

His real target must be the Mi Tian ruins and the treasures of the Great Sage Mi Tian.

“Well! Now that I have left countless powerful enemies outside, I must improve my strength as soon as possible and master more treasures and inheritances.”

Zhuang Zhou said with a serious face.

"The growth of a genius is always full of difficulties. Even if you don't provoke others, they will come to you out of fear of your talent and potential, wanting to strangle your genius in the cradle! Alas, it's a pity that all our people have not yet awakened, and we can't escape from the ruins of tomorrow and leave this damn place. Otherwise, we can help you crush all the forces you are in."

Jia Lan said regretfully.

She's also a killer.

Their ideal in life is to have no enemies in the world. Back then, when they were rampant in the world, they killed all those who were hostile to them.

Not even a hostile look.

Jia Lan looked at Zhuang Zhou with sympathy in his eyes.

The corpse collector's expression was completely frozen.

His heart was roaring: No, no, no, Jia Lan, what misunderstandings were there about Zhuang Zhou’s past?

In Lingtian Realm, it wasn't others who wanted to strangle him in the cradle, but Zhuang Zhou always wanted to strangle his enemies in the bud.

Suddenly, the corpse collector felt a little relieved.

Zhuang Zhou is a little killer!

And this Jia Lan is a big killer!

Fortunately, this huge relic trapped all the descendants of gods and demons. Otherwise, if Zhuang Zhou took all these people out, the Lin family would be able to say their final goodbye to this beautiful world tomorrow!

Just when the corpse collector was feeling lucky for the Lin family.

His eyes suddenly fell on the Gate to Heaven in Zhuang Zhou's hand, which had shrunk a thousand times and was now the size of a keychain.

No, with the existence of the Gate to Heaven, this huge relic cannot trap these descendants of gods and demons at all.