Xiantu

The old man personally sent Song Mo downstairs, and when Song Mo's back completely disappeared, he sat back in his chair and said to himself: "The pill contains a trace of the blood of the ancient mythical beast Xuanli Beast. You must inform me immediately." Master Takegami is the one..."

He got up and walked a few steps, then stopped suddenly: "It's not completely sure yet, if Master Zhukong is happy, I'm afraid he will be punished." Thinking of Master Zhu's method, he couldn't help shivering: "Forget it." Well, let’s wait for the essence/blood to arrive, and then we’ll talk when we’re sure…”

When Song Mo left Feiyu Valley and returned to the courtyard, Mu Li was already in the room.

Song Mo walked in, saw Mu Li's eyes were slightly happy, and asked with a smile: "A Li, what did you gain today, why are you so happy?"

Mu Li took out a jade box from the storage bag, opened it and showed it to Song Mo with the palm of his hand: "This is a 3000-year-old Chuuxue fruit. After eating it, it will be of great help to my recovery. met here."

Inside the jade box was a spiritual fruit the size of a broad bean. It was snow-white, crystal clear, and exuded a faint fragrance.

"That's really great. It seems that both of us came to this trading conference in vain." Song Mo seemed very happy, and said, "I also bought something today, Ah Li, take a look."

As he spoke, he took out the black mustard stone as if offering a treasure.

Mu Li took it, took a closer look, and said in surprise, "Could it be... black mustard stone?"

"A Li, you really have good eyesight!" Song Mo smiled slightly: "I also want to ask you, A Li, to help me use this black mustard stone to re-sacrifice a spiritual weapon."

He took out the cold blood dagger from the storage bag and handed it to Mu Li: "I got this cold blood dagger a few days ago, and it is made of cold breath stone, a famous refining material in the cultivation world. It was originally intended to be used to refine magic weapons, but unfortunately something went wrong during the refining process, and it fell short, so it became a middle-grade spiritual weapon, which I bought at a cheap price. Unfortunately, its attack power is too weak, even ordinary Magical artifacts are not even comparable, so I want to use this black mustard stone to re-sacrifice it again."

Due to the invisibility of the Cold Blood Dagger, Mu Li naturally couldn't see anything, even if he scanned it with his divine sense, he couldn't notice it at all.It was only when I touched it with my hand that I felt a cold and hard object.

Mu Li played with the Cold Blood Dagger in his hand, and said: "The rumored Cold Breath Stone really deserves its reputation. My current consciousness is not much worse than that of a cultivator in the Alchemy Realm, and I can't feel it at all."

After playing with it for a while, seeing Song Mo looking at him eagerly, with a look of expectation on his face, he thought for a while and said, "It's not difficult to refine the black mustard stone into the cold blood dagger. How about it, I will retreat for ten days and help You re-sacrifice this cold-blooded dagger."

Will it take ten days... Song Mo's thoughts turned, but he said in his mouth: "Wouldn't that delay you, Ah Li, or you can refine it after the Luan Xing Trading Conference is over..."

Mu Li shook his head and said: "No need, the Luan Xing Trading Conference will be over in a month and a half, there is plenty of time." Then he pondered: "I can't be disturbed during the refining process, otherwise it will be easy to fall short..."

Song Mo interjected, "Then I'll be guarding outside the door for the next few days, protecting the law for you, Ah Li, and never letting outsiders come in to disturb you."

Mu Li nodded slightly, and began to study how to re-sacrifice the Cold Blood Dagger.

Song Mo watched for a while, then retreated out without a sound.

For the next few days, Song Mo stayed guard in the courtyard, and there was no sound in Mu Li's room, probably because of soundproofing or other restrictions.

Ten days passed in a blink of an eye, and on this day, Mu Li opened the door with a tired look on his face.

Song Mo hurried in and asked, "Ah Li, what's the matter?" He looked at a brocade box in Mu Li's hand.

Although there was nothing in the brocade box, Song Mo knew that the re-sacrificed Cold Blood Dagger must have been placed in the brocade box.

Mu Li exhausted his mind and energy for the past few days, so he just pushed the brocade box forward and said softly, "Try it."

Song Mo impatiently stretched his hand into the brocade box, took out the cold blood dagger, and slowly stroked it with his fingers.I don't know if he was too careless, or the cold blood dagger after re-sacrificing was too sharp. When his fingertip brushed against the edge of the cold blood dagger, he was accidentally scratched, and soon blood oozes out .

Mu Li was startled, and hurriedly moved closer to check, but at this time Song Mo was about to withdraw his hand, and in the confusion, the cold blood dagger slashed heavily across Mu Li's extended wrist, and then fell to the ground.

Although Mu Li's physical body is strong, ordinary spiritual weapons can't hurt him at all, but at this time he is defenseless, and he has no body protection, and the cold blood dagger re-sacrificed with black mustard stone is not comparable to ordinary spiritual weapons , A deep wound was cut on the wrist, and blood kept gushing out.

Song Mo exclaimed, and hurriedly took out a snow-white silk from his bosom, wiped off the blood around the wound, then took out a bottle of wound medicine, poured out light yellow powder, and sprinkled it on the wound.

The wound medicine was quite effective, but within a short time, the bleeding was stopped, and the wound began to heal slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye.However, due to too much bleeding just now, the silk has been dyed wet.

Seeing that the wound was no longer bleeding, Song Mofang breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at Mu Li, and said apologetically, "A Li, I'm really sorry, I was too careless just now..."

Mu Li lowered his eyes and let Song Mo treat the wound for him without moving. After hearing Song Mo's apology, he raised his head and glanced at him. His dark and deep eyes were bottomless.

"It's okay." After a while, Mu Li said calmly, "This little injury will heal within a few days."

Song Mo was inexplicably guilty, he knew that his method just now was really clumsy and full of flaws, which could easily arouse Mu Li's suspicion.But he had to do this. Apart from this, he couldn't think of any other way to get Mu Li's blood in a short time.

Putting away the red-dyed silk at will, Song Mo stared at Mu Li's face and said, "Then, Ah Li, rest well, I'll go back to my room to refine the cold blood dagger..."

Seeing Muli nod his head, Song Mo heaved a sigh of relief and left the room.

After leaving Mu Li's room, the cautious expression on Song Mo's face disappeared immediately. He squeezed the blood-stained silk in his sleeve tightly, and a chill flashed in his eyes.

When Song Mo came to the shop of the Wu clan again, probably the elder of the Wu clan had ordered him in advance, and a member of the Wu clan respectfully led him upstairs.

Seeing the elder Wu clan last time, Song Mo took out a jade bottle from the storage bag and handed it over.What is contained in the jade bottle is the blood he extracted from the silk, without any impurities.

The old man took it, opened the cap of the jade bottle, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and felt the breath contained in it.

Song Mo stared closely at the old man's movements, and when he opened his eyes, he immediately asked, "How about it, can this bottle of blood lure out the poison in my body?"

The old man put the jade bottle down, without showing any emotion on his face, he said slowly: "Don't mind, fellow Taoist, I would like to ask first, the blood in this bottle clearly contains a powerful monster breath, at least level eight Monster beast. Could it be that the one who cast a gu on the fellow Taoist is actually a demon cultivator?"

The blood of a demon cultivator is naturally completely different from that of a human cultivator. Song Mo didn't expect to be able to hide it from the old man, so he replied calmly, "That's right, it was a demon cultivator who bewitched me."

Hearing this, the old man frowned slightly: "This is a bit difficult to deal with. There are tens of thousands of Gu poisons in the world, and they are inexhaustible. If they are given by human monks, there are often traces to follow. I thought to myself that I was somewhat sure about it. But since it was ordered by the demon cultivator, the way is completely different, and I am afraid that it has something to do with its racial talent, so it is a bit difficult to handle."

Seeing the disappointment on Song Mo's face, he paused, and then said: "However, I can try first to see if I can use this bottle of blood to lure out the poison. If I can find out where the poison is hidden, I will wait and see." Its nature, there is always a solution."

As he said that, the old man took out a long silver needle that looked like iron but not iron, dipped a drop of blood into the jade bottle, and then muttered words in his mouth, pinched the magic formula in his hand, and gradually, the blood drop that was originally bright red slowly melted. For the ink color, with a strange pattern, hovering on the long silver needle.

"Stretch out your hand." The old man said seriously.

Song Mo Yiyan stretched out his right hand.

The long silver needle pierced the Baichi acupoint in his palm, and it kept trembling. The old man held Song Mo's other wrist and used his spiritual power to check the situation in his body.

After about a cup of tea, the silver needle did not change in any way, the old man let go of Song Mo's hand, took back the silver needle, shook his head and said, "No, I used the secret method of the family just now, if it is an ordinary Gu The poison, I'm afraid it will be lured out immediately. But just now, there was no movement in the body of Fellow Daoist, and there was no abnormality."

Song Mo said: "Is there no other way?"

The old man pondered: "It's not impossible..." He glanced at Song Mo, as if he was considering his words, and said slowly: "Forgive me for asking, since fellow Taoist is controlled by that demon cultivator, how can you not be so cruel?" How did you get this bottle of blood?"