Supreme Martial Artist

Ye Xinghe threw in the eighth-grade spiritual grass and pressed his palm against the cauldron wall.

The mysterious fire in the cauldron rises and spins rapidly.

Soon, the spiritual grass turned into spiritual liquid and suspended in the center of the alchemy cauldron.

Ye Xinghe slowly closed his eyes and controlled the profound fire in the cauldron to roast the spiritual liquid.

This eighth-grade Spiritual Rain Returning Yang Pill requires only one herb, Yurun Tongxincao, to refine it.

Its effect can warm and nourish the body and relieve internal injuries.

It is one of the eighth-grade elixirs that is extremely difficult to refine. If you want to refine this elixir, it will take three hours.

Ye Xinghe closed his eyes and rested his mind, immersed in the alchemy, unaware that time flew by and it was already night in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, a strange sound came from the cauldron.

Ye Xinghe suddenly opened his eyes and his expression changed.

In the cauldron, billowing black energy suddenly surged out and condensed into a ferocious evil ghost, roaring crazily! "what happened?"

Ye Xinghe frowned and his eyes flashed, and he immediately understood.

"There's something wrong with that Yurun Maccarina plant!"

His eyes turned cold and he murmured: "There can be no problem with the spiritual grass itself, it can only be caused by someone else tampering with it!"

"Is it Mr. Yan Shi?"

"I have no grudge against her, why do you want to harm me?"

While he was deep in thought, the evil ghost opened its bloody mouth and bit Ye Xinghe's head.

"A mere evil spirit from the sixth floor of the Spirit Lake Realm also wants to hurt me?"

Ye Xinghe snorted coldly: "I don't even need to take action personally to kill you!"

After saying that, with a thought in his mind, a black mysterious light flew out of the Dao Palace! It is the soul of the Millennium Ghost King! Once the Ghost King appears, all ghosts will surrender! When the evil ghost saw the Ghost King, he screamed in fear, turned around and ran away.

"Want to escape?"

Ye Xinghe raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "Can you escape?"

Before he finished speaking, the Millennium Ghost King Minghun roared, opened his huge mouth, and emitted a terrifying attraction.

The evil ghost struggled desperately, but could not escape the fate of being devoured.

In the blink of an eye, he was swallowed by the soul of the thousand-year-old ghost king! A tyrannical force was integrated into the soul of the thousand-year-old ghost king.

Immediately afterwards, the body of the thousand-year ghost king Minghun shook, and his aura suddenly surged! The soul of the Thousand-Year Ghost King has been promoted to the sixth level of the Earth Rank! "I didn't expect that Ghost King Minghun could advance to the next level!"

A smile appeared on Ye Xinghe's lips: "Yan Shijun, I really want to thank you for this great gift."

"It's just that, since you dare to kill me, I can't keep you!"

Although the words were soft, they were filled with murderous intent! Ye Xinghe took a deep breath, suppressed the murderous intention in his heart, and concentrated on practicing the pill.

An hour later, the spiritual liquid in the cauldron had condensed into the prototype of the elixir.

In two more hours, the elixir will be ready.

"Stop, you can't go in!"

At this moment, a cry of surprise came from outside the door.

"It's Senior Sister Pei!"

Ye Xinghe suddenly opened his eyes and said secretly: "No, something happened!"

"It seems like someone is trying to break in!"

Dan is related to Lingxi's life and must not fail.

Under the dilemma, Ye Xinghe's thoughts were racing. After a moment, his eyes lit up and he smiled: "There is a way!"

In the Wandan Mausoleum, he once obtained a secret technique called the Yuanhuo Raising Pill Technique.

The mysterious fire needs to be condensed into a ring of fire to warm and nourish the elixir, and it doesn't even need an alchemist to watch over it.

"I only need a stick of incense to solve the troubles outside!"

Ye Xinghe made a prompt decision and used Yuan Huo Yang Dan Technique.

He controlled the mysterious fire, condensed it into a ring of fire, and locked the elixir in it.

After a while, the mysterious fire formed a ring, rising and dancing around the alchemy furnace! "It's done!"

Ye Xinghe slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, withdrew his palm, stood up and walked out of the room.

At this time, several Qingtian Sect disciples in the courtyard surrounded Pei Nanqing in the center.

Fierce and fierce! Pei Nanqing fell to the ground, the red palm prints on her face shocking.

The scarred-faced young man at the head said with a fierce expression: "Little bitch, if I don't spank you for a few days, your skin will be itchy, won't you?"

"You still dare to stop us from entering. Are you raising a wild man?"

"I'll give you one last chance to hand over 50,000 middle-grade spiritual stones."

"Otherwise" Before he finished speaking, Ye Xinghe sneered: "Otherwise what?"

When several people heard the sound, their expressions changed suddenly, and they turned around to look.

After looking at it, the leading disciple sneered disdainfully: "Are you Ye Xinghe?"

"A waste like you, who is in the fifth level of the Spirit Lake Realm, can you still win the first place among the six sects?"

"The first place in the competition is a joke!"

"That's right! He is just as useless as his useless sister!"

Hearing this, murderous intent filled Ye Xinghe's eyes! "court death!"

Ye Xinghe activated the Divine Gang, took one step forward, transformed into a dragon, and came to several people in an instant.

boom! boom! boom! He punched several times in succession, and green light flashed from his fists! Several Qingtian Sect disciples all screamed in pain and flew out.

Broken muscles and bones, blood flowing freely! Suddenly, several people felt fear and were extremely frightened! With just one punch, he was able to defeat several late-stage fifth-level people in the Spirit Lake Realm. What a terrifying strength this was! Ye Xinghe glanced at several people with cold eyes and shouted: "If you dare to cause trouble to Senior Sister Pei again, I will kill you!"

"roll!"

Several people looked horrified and hurriedly kowtowed to express their thanks.

"Thank you Mr. Ye for not killing me!"

After that, several people helped each other and fled in embarrassment.

Ye Xinghe turned around and helped Pei Nanqing up, and asked, "Senior Sister Pei, how are you?"

Pei Nanqing shook her head slightly and said gratefully: "Junior brother Ye, thank you for your help."

Ye Xinghe smiled calmly: "Senior Sister Pei, you don't have to be polite."

"There is still some elixir in my cauldron that has not yet been completed, so I will go back first."

After saying that, he turned and returned to the room.

The fire ring in the cauldron had not yet dissipated, and it was enough to last for half an hour.

He already controlled five kinds of mysterious fire, so the fire ring he condensed was naturally better.

Then, Ye Xinghe urged the mysterious fire again and injected it into the cauldron.

The flames in the cauldron rose and churned endlessly.

Two hours later, a slight sound came from the cauldron, and the elixir was finally made.

Suddenly, the fragrance of the elixir filled the air, refreshing the heart and soul.

Ye Xinghe slapped the cauldron, and the lid of the cauldron shook into the air, and a stream of red light fell into his hands.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Ye Lingxi's weak voice sounded from behind.

Ye Xinghe suddenly stood up, walked to Lingxi's side, and smiled: "Lingxi, this elixir can help you relieve your injuries."

"Come, brother feeds you."

As he said, he helped Ye Lingxi up and fed her the elixir.

The elixir entered her mouth, and the effect began to appear.

Ye Lingxi's pale face became ruddy again, and her breath gradually strengthened. She slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and smiled: "Brother, I feel much better." Hearing this, Ye Xinghe nodded gently: "That's good." "You lie down well, brother is here to accompany you." Ye Lingxi nodded and lay down again. Ye Xinghe sat cross-legged on the bed, not in the mood to practice, but always paying attention to Lingxi's condition. The night was as cool as water, and the crescent moon was hanging high. "Is there anyone?" Ye Xinghe suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look at the position outside the window. A strange breath was quietly approaching, with a faint murderous intent. Ye Xinghe frowned slightly and immediately activated the Sky Eye Soul to find out.