Miss Feng Wu, the female alchemy goddess, is busy refining alchemy

The Demon Emperor's red eyes were filled with cold murderous intent. He looked at the monks around him with a scornful smile and glared at the high priest.

"If you can't even handle these garbage, what use are you!"

The high priest had originally suffered severe injuries, and was stimulated by the words of the Demon Emperor and wanted to explain. As soon as he opened his mouth, he spat out a mouthful of blood and then fainted.

The magic wand stood in front of the Demon King, emitting a strong demonic aura, even thicker than before.

Feng Yunzhao looked at the magic wand with heavy eyes. He should not have held back before and should have cut the Gordian knot and killed the enemy with one blow. It was too late to say anything now.

The Demon King's entire body was hidden in the black demonic energy, with only a pair of dark red eyes exposed, looking at them grimly.

"Hehehe, there are so many cultivators here today who can help me improve my cultivation."

As he spoke, his eyes were filled with excitement, and as soon as he finished speaking, a dark red rune suddenly appeared behind him.

The pressure emanating from the magic circle gave off an ominous premonition in the hearts of everyone present. Feng Yunzhao also instantly became serious as he looked at the magic circle.

The power of this Demon King should not be underestimated. He may have been lurking here for many years. Fortunately, his strength has not reached its peak now, so this formation looks intimidating but it is not difficult to break.

She hid her hands under her robe and secretly took out the formation disk from the Fengluan bracelet. She hit the formation disk with the Zi Yan and Phoenix True Fire in her hands.

Long Xingran behind her also frowned slightly. It was not difficult to deal with this demon, but it was a bit tricky for him to use such strong spiritual power now.

The Demon Emperor snorted contemptuously and immediately activated the magic circle. The red runes on the black magic circle began to operate.

The monks began to retreat in fear. Some monks with low cultivation levels could not resist and fell to the ground, spitting blood. The blood on their bodies turned into a thin red line and gathered in the direction of the magic circle.

In just a few breaths, several monks were killed. Each red line represented a life!

The elders of the sect had heavy faces and took out their life-saving magic weapons one after another. They had a hard time resisting the strength of the Demon Emperor.

Having already lost a lot of disciples in the sect, he didn't know how to explain to the sect, and couldn't help but feel like retreating.

Feng Yunzhao watched as more and more monks died in front of her and quickened her movements. Suddenly, she took out the formation plate and pushed forward with both hands.

The black formation that stood in front of her gradually grew larger, slowly enveloping all of them behind it.

The lavender and light gold strange fire was slowly penetrating and blending, the color was like a dream, and the Demon Emperor's originally playful eyes turned serious at this moment.

The strange fire gave people a strong pressure. The cultivators behind him felt the pressure on their bodies instantly reduced and looked towards the formation plate.

The Demon King no longer held back. Black demonic energy materialized and he clenched his wand in both hands and muttered something.

The black color on the magic wand became thicker and began to split into countless black balls. The Demon King suddenly spoke

"out!"

With a low whistle from him, small black balls flew towards them in an instant. The small magic balls hit the protective shield of the formation disk, and black smoke came out, and hissing sounds were heard from time to time.

Fine beads of sweat began to appear on Feng Yunzhao's forehead. Now was still the defensive stage. It seemed that it would be difficult to deal with the Demon King with only the formation disk.

Thinking of this, she made up her mind, took out the talisman pen and quickly drew talismans in the air. The runes mixed with Zi Yan's strange fire quickly passed in front of everyone's eyes.

During this brief interval, the monks used their spiritual power to maintain the protective shield on the formation disk, while the magic ball was still attacking desperately.

Some monks who were not protected would be instantly turned into black skeletons after being attacked, and the magic circle behind the Demon King would have an extra blood line.

It was just because of the interruption just now that the blood line was getting lower and lower, and the magic circle was difficult to maintain and became dim.

Feng Yunzhao's hands moved faster, and the runes under the rune pen emerged faster. One by one, pale golden runes appeared on the formation disk.

Feng Yunzhao let out a sudden roar and threw out the last rune. The formation disk suddenly emitted a dazzling light. The light golden light formed after the fusion of the strange fire turned into countless fine needles and shot towards the direction of the demon cultivator.

The demon cultivators who were hit by the golden needles did not feel anything unusual at first, but soon flames began to emerge from their bodies, and no matter how they struggled and rolled, they could not put out the flames.

There were constant wailing sounds around him, which gradually became louder and more terrifying. This sudden situation made the monks present widen their eyes in fear, and there were discussions around them.

"Is this the power of the strange fire? No wonder they say that alchemists who possess strange fire should not be provoked."

"This doesn't look like an ordinary strange fire, the lavender color is quite beautiful."

There was an alchemist in the field who had already noticed the strange fire and couldn't help but exclaimed excitedly:

"Is this... is this the legendary Zi Yan?"

"What?! Zi Yan, who is in the top five of the Strange Fire Rankings?"

"What is that pale golden fire? It doesn't look like an ordinary item!"

"That... that's probably also a strange fire, but it could also be a mutated Dan fire."

An alchemist said uncertainly. After all, it was extremely rare for a person to possess a spiritual fire.

The battle was still in a stalemate, and the fighting between the two sides was gradually becoming more intense. A large number of monks were constantly rushing in to reinforce.

The demonic energy around the Demon Emperor began to dim, showing obvious signs of decline. His eyes stared at Feng Yunzhao with increasing viciousness.

If he continued, he would surely die. It seemed that he had no choice but to risk his life and use the forbidden power.

Suddenly, the Demon Emperor smiled strangely, and Feng Yunzhao's heart skipped a beat and she began to feel uneasy. Long Xingran, who was behind her, walked up to her and stared at the vague black mist with a gloomy face.

The sky was instantly covered in darkness, and a strong smell of blood spread. The monks looked around in fear and anxiety.

"what........"

A scream broke the silence, and people turned to look at the source of the sound, and then screams rang out one after another.

The spiritual power on the formation disk has weakened, and black mist has seeped in.

Some monks' eyes turned red, blood started to flow from the corners of their mouths, and then they began to spit out large mouthfuls of blood.

Every time he opened his mouth, blood would spurt out and fall to the ground, turning into small black dots, and it seemed that something was wriggling in them.

"Oh no, it's a poisonous insect!"

Feng Yunzhao finally understood the weirdness in the Demon Emperor's eyes at this moment. He didn't even know when he had secretly spread the poisonous insects.

The protective shield of the formation disk is still intact, which means he must have secretly tampered with it when he first appeared.

The blood splashed onto the monk's body and soon began to infect new victims. The situation was urgent and there was no time to think.

Almost instinctively, Feng Yunzhao took out hundreds of pill bottles, poured out several kinds of pills such as the Ten Thousand Poison Pill and the Demon-Transforming Pill, roasted them with strange fire, and then used special techniques to refine the pills into gas and scattered them in the air.

The infected monks gradually turned into black charred corpses due to the loss of blood, just like those burned by charcoal fire. This situation was too horrifying and ordinary monks had never seen such a scene.

Fortunately, as the elixir spread, the infection trend was suppressed, and the previous cultivator's illness was also controlled by the Demon-Transforming Pill in it.

The alchemists among them were stunned with their mouths wide open in surprise when they saw this scene. It was worthy of Master Danzun that he had never seen anyone so heroic in using elixirs in his life.

The disparity in this world is really hard to accept. Some alchemists have fainted because they couldn't bear it.

Long Xingran sensed the dangerous aura and attacked suddenly without caring about his own body. A giant black and gold dragon suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

The giant dragon spewed out a wide sea of ​​fire in the direction of the Demon King. Wherever the flames reached, the demon cultivators were burned to ashes without leaving any ashes.

"No... Impossible... How could there be... Ah..."

The Demon Emperor disappeared completely in front of everyone before he could finish his unwilling words.

Feng Yunzhao stared at the man standing in front of him for a moment before quickly coming to his senses and supporting him.

"Didn't I warn you not to use your spiritual power now? I can handle it myself!"

Although her tone was accusatory, it still concealed her concern. Long Xingran leaned against her and said with a smile:

"I know you can handle it, but I don't want to delay it any longer. It's safest to resolve it quickly."

Feng Yunzhao stared at the man speechlessly. Was he dissatisfied with her for being so slow? She just wanted to use this rare opportunity to verify her guess, which was also considered practice.

When the black demonic energy on the opposite side completely dissipated, only the magic wand was left falling dimly on the ground. Feng Yunzhao picked up the magic wand and observed it carefully, only to find that the top of the magic wand was not inlaid properly, so he took out the Devil's Eye to measure it.

"Sure enough."

That groove clearly corresponds to the devil's eye. After thinking about it, it would be safer to place them separately. The demon clan's holy relic will definitely be useful in the future!

A sudden shout broke out from the crowd:

"The Demon Emperor was destroyed. We actually defeated the Demon Emperor!"

This is the first time in tens of thousands of years that we have faced off against the demons. The previous minor frictions cannot be compared to this.

The monks were still in surprise, but some alchemists had already noticed the abnormality. Liu Zhao stared at Feng Yunzhao with bright eyes and rushed forward excitedly.

"Does the elixir that Master just gave out include the Devil Transformation Pill?"

While speaking, he stared at Feng Yunzhao, fearing that she would deny it.

"Yes, why? Isn't there anything here?"

"Yes, there are, but their level is too low and their effect is better than nothing. Moreover, refining the Demon Transformation Pill requires an alchemist who possesses a different fire to consume his own different fire, so naturally no one is willing to do it."

Feng Yunzhao nodded in understanding. Indeed, if she hadn't reached the Great Perfection of Spiritual Power, she wouldn't have dared to waste the strange fire so extravagantly. These were all replenished by her from those natural treasures!

Thinking of this, she took out two prescriptions and handed them to him.

"Here are the improved recipes for the Devil-Transforming Pill and the Refreshing Pill. Your Alchemist Alliance also has quite a few Strange Fire Alchemists. Let them refine more Devil-Transforming Pills to prevent the demon cultivators from making a comeback."

From the moment she took out the recipe, Liu Zhao's eyes were fixed on the position of her hand, and he just nodded in response to her words.

He stretched out his trembling hands to take the prescription and immediately held it carefully to his chest.

The monks around could no longer remain calm after hearing their conversation and started talking about it.

The disciples of Kunlun Ruins slowly arrived at this moment, a group of people dressed in fancy clothes and walked over.

"Ah, are we a little late?"

The gentle and soft voice made the monks beside her shudder, and they instinctively lowered their voices to explain to them how fierce the previous battle was.