Chapter 1717: Slave life

The power of the flame was absorbed by Ye Feng and merged into the flame dantian.
Originally, Ye Feng's potential was exhausted, and he was worried about how to absorb various laws of heaven and earth.
This alchemy room was the best place, and it was the God Realm, plus there were elixir everywhere, and Ye Feng continued to extract flower spirits from the elixir.
And the power of this flame is even more pure, second only to the real fire of Samadhi, which is very rare.
Coupled with the yin qi radiating from the black robe guest, the yin and yang alternated, forming a unique scene. Both types of gas are what Ye Feng currently needs most.
The flame became more and more vigorous, and Ye Feng's spirit was all concentrated. He had forgotten that he was a slave. Since he had to do something, he had to be foolproof.
Divine King level refining pills, such an opportunity is rare in a lifetime, Ye Feng will not miss every detail.
A strain of elixir was thrown into the alchemy furnace, and under the raging flames, the palm of the black robe guest danced repeatedly, forming a series of mysterious runes, which Ye Feng couldn't understand at all.
What kind of texture is this, it is so mysterious, Ye Feng looked fascinated, the magic rune in the soul sea seemed to be drawn, and a trace of the texture flowed into Ye Feng's body.
This is the law of enlightenment at the Divine King level, and Ye Feng can even absorb it, which is simply incredible.
Fortunately, the black pao guest had been looking at refining the pill, and completely ignored Ye Feng's actions, as long as he maintained such a strong flame at all times.
"Increase the flame!"
The black rook guest suddenly let out a cold drink and asked Ye Feng to amplify the flame. He concentrated on refining the elixir. He had no time to control the flame, so he could only give it to Ye Feng, otherwise he would not find a slave to replace it.
"Chichichichi!"
Above the void, there was a scoffing sound, as if the space had been burned dry, making a scoffing sound.
As for Ye Feng, being completely in the stove, his whole body was scorched. There was no alternative, Ye Feng accelerated the speed of absorbing the power of the flame.
But these flames were too strong, and Ye Feng was extremely difficult to defend. After all, Ye Feng was only the Fourth-Rank Immortal King and couldn't contain such a strong flame power.
Silently used the Nine Prison Demon Cauldron to continuously absorb it, store it, and then slowly digest it later.
The black pao guest suddenly glanced at Ye Feng. The several slaves he had found before had made mistakes in this link and were directly burned to death by the flames.
So looking at Ye Feng, even though Ye Feng looked uncomfortable, it was not a major problem. There was only a slight sweat on his body. This situation made the black robe guest slightly surprised.
Now that Ye Feng is intact, the black robe guest suddenly increased the speed of refining, and a few more elixir were thrown in, and the mysterious handprint appeared again.
Ye Feng was controlling the flames while observing the handprints of the black rookers, without delay.
This is an excellent time to absorb, to learn alchemy techniques, and to comprehend the body and mudra.
Time passed quickly, and the flames would be larger and smaller, but the temperature in the room would continue to rise.
Because of the long time of refining the pill, the temperature here is extremely high, and the surrounding walls are baked red, which is many times higher than the sauna room.
The terrible air wave was released in the alchemy room, Ye Feng's clothes were already soaked, and a lot of sweat permeated from Ye Feng's body.
Offering a water talisman, Ye Feng took a big mouthful to replenish the body's water source, otherwise it would be dried out by the roast.
The black pao guest did not stop, the longer Ye Feng persisted, a smile appeared on his face instead.
None of the several slaves who had been found in the past can persist until now, and Ye Feng has persisted to the level of melting pill, which is very good, beyond the black robe guest's expectations.
Even the Seventh-Rank Immortal King, the black rookers had found him, and couldn't bear the roasting of the flames in the heart of the earth, and quickly turned to ashes.
Seeing that Ye Feng is safe and sound, the black rookers made all-out efforts to refine the pill. Ye Feng did a little research on the path of pill. Although he was not at the master level, there were males and females back then, and some theoretical knowledge was very rich.
Ye Feng remembered every alchemy technique of the black robe guest in mind, waiting for some elixir, and also tried to refine the pill.
Under certain circumstances, the role of a pill is absolutely above all else, a good pill can solve many problems.
A burst of medicinal fragrance appeared. It seemed that the alchemy was very successful this time, and the face of the black robe guest gradually showed a smile, seeming to ignore the existence of Ye Feng, and devoted himself to the alchemy.
In the alchemy room, the temperature was gradually warming up, and Ye Feng was also sweating profusely, soaked all over, but his face was very excited.
Ye Feng learned a lot from the black robe guest. After all, he is a high-level king, and even a single action can make Ye Feng comprehend for a long time.
Unconsciously, Ye Feng's artistic conception is constantly sublimating, that is to say, Ye Feng has the potential to understand the king of God.
Only with personal experience can you be qualified to understand, change yourself, build a car behind closed doors, never make a high-class car, or even let yourself go into a dead end.
Those hot air waves were compressed by Ye Feng, constantly compressed, and turned into flame crystals, which were stored in the Nine Hell Demon Cauldron, and they were slowly refined later.
Now that time is limited, coupled with being a slave, how dare to expose too much.
As the flames suddenly rushed out of Lao Gao, Ye Feng's body was lifted out, the pill finally took shape, and the black robe guest suddenly burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, finally succeeded!"
Hei Pao Ke was very happy, as if he had not succeeded in refining for many years.
In fact, Ye Feng really guessed right. Heipao's refining pill is very complicated. Someone must control the fire, and ordinary people can't resist the flame. This drag is half a year, and it is impossible to refine a complete pill.
A lot of resources have been consumed. From the elixir emanating from the ground, it can be seen how many elixir was wasted in the past six months.
"This is for you. There is nothing for you today. Go back and rest!"
A pill flew out of the hand of the black robe and fell on Ye Feng, and then strode out, leaving the panting Ye Feng alone.
Looking at the pill in his arms, the dissatisfaction on Ye Feng's face was wiped out.
"It seems that this black-robed guest is not a ruthless person. He knows rewards and punishments. It seems that he just needs to be careful, but try to communicate with him."
Ye Feng picked up the pill, although he couldn't directly improve his realm, he could completely consolidate his cultivation base and accumulate the foundation.
Picking up the pill, dragging his tired body, and returning to his residence, he found Daqi sitting on a tree, looking at the lake, a trace of sadness appeared on his hideous face.
Ye Feng also jumped onto the tree and sat next to Xiu, without any complaints about his appearance.
Most people will be shocked when they see the immortal clan, and even stay far away, because the immortal clan is too terrifying.
The only exception was Ye Feng. Not only did he not dislike it, he also rescued Daqi, and the two sat next to each other.
"What are you thinking, tell me!"
Because Ye Feng knew that there was a secret spell in the Immortal Clan, and their bodies became what they are now. As long as the spell is lifted, their bodies can return to normal.
Moreover, Ye Feng would not judge people by their appearance. The Immortal Sorcerer was the witch who was in charge of heaven and earth. Such a race has pure blood.
Since Ye Feng came into contact with the Witch Clan, their loyalty has made Ye Feng a little respect, and no blasphemous meaning is tolerated.
"Isn't it said that you will be a slave to the black robe guest, it will not take more than two days, you can successfully get out of the alchemy room alive, it is a miracle."
Rune had some knowledge about the black robe. For more than a month, he went to the slave market almost every day, and the slaves who were taken away died almost a day. Like Ye Feng, those who can come out alive are indeed abnormal.
"Because I am special!"
Ye Feng smiled mysteriously. Of course, he would not tell him his special physique. He was resistant to flames. Not only could it not hurt, but it was a great tonic.
Rune gave Ye Feng a white look. After a day of getting along, he found that Ye Feng was not that annoying.
"Tang, can you tell me about the Wu Clan?"
Ye Feng started investigating the affairs of the Wu tribe in the fairy world. The last time I went to Jiuxing Villa, there was a task to investigate the Wu tribe, hoping to find some clues.
But he didn't expect that when he first arrived in the God Realm, he would meet the descendants of Zhujiuyin.
"Why are you so interested in the Wu Clan?"
Daqi is puzzled. Humans have always had prejudice against the Witch tribe, thinking that they should not be in charge of the world, constantly repelling them, and even using this despicable method to make the Witch tribe inhuman and ghost.
In ancient times, when the Wu clan was in charge of the world, the weather was smooth and the world was prosperous, wherever it was like now, within the Three Realms, people were everywhere.
The mortal realm is in chaos, the immortal realm is also filthy, and the realm is even more vulnerable to the weak, and you fight for the other, and there is smoke of war everywhere.
"It's just curiosity. You will satisfy my curiosity. It is unknown whether we two will leave alive anyway. Wouldn't it be nice to pour out our thoughts with each other."
Ye Feng didn't take it seriously, thinking that both of them were dying, so there was no secret.
"Witch clan, what a long-standing name, now the God Realm knows the witch clan, there are a few more!"
Da Da sighed, the Wu Clan was gradually forgotten, and even survived in history. Moreover, the Wu Clan is getting more and more difficult. It is extremely difficult to survive in the God Realm. Even if it hides in the deep mountains, it can still be found. Qian is an example.
Ye Feng's thoughts were also seduced all of a sudden. His understanding of the Wu Clan has always been full of mystery, and this race rarely appears in the sight of humans.
So every time Ye Feng encountered it, it was a coincidence. He wanted to find them deliberately, but couldn't find them.
"Tang, don't worry, the Witch Clan will one day restore the glory of the ancient times, and regain control of the world."
Ye Feng patted Luan on the shoulder, stood up, and walked towards his room.
Daqian still couldn't let go. Since he refused to talk about the Wu clan today, one day he would tell Ye Feng himself.
Because Ye Feng needs him, he also needs him to help him find more witches, establish the twelve witch gods, become his right-hand man, and re-control the world.
Watching Ye Feng leave, Luan glanced at Ye Feng's back. He always felt that Ye Feng was unusual. From Ye Feng, he saw the shadow of the wizard god, as if it was the return of the wizard god.