"Dragon Prince, there is someone in front." Huang Feishi pointed at the elixir furnace in front and said nonsense.

"I'm not blind!"

Wang Lang has forgotten how many words he said today. This fat man is like menopause, and from time to time he will point to something that he can see as long as he is not blind. You can't have to talk to him.

Huang Feishi held the gun in his hand, "There is still people in this broken place where the bird does not shit. There must be something strange."

Wang Lang also held the knife in his hand and walked slowly towards the man.

Several people walked towards the other side step by step.

When he arrived next to the person, Wang Lang put the knife on the person's neck.

With his back to Wang Lang, Wang Lang saw that the person had his head in front of him, and his eyes were ingested.

There is such a bloody scene under the alchemy furnace. This Taoist priest is definitely not a serious Taoist priest, and most of them are evil demons and heretics.

Wang Lang slowly walked around the person and found that the person was dead.

But the man's body was well maintained, and his skin looked like the skin of a living person, but his face seemed to have been cut off, his eyes were also plucked out, and there was a blood whisk beside him.

If I hadn't looked at this face, I would have thought this person was alive.

Huang Feishi spit thick phlegm at the corpse, "Damn it, a dead man, scared me."

After wiping his mouth, Huang Feishi looked at the elixir furnace next to him. After circling around the elixir furnace, Huang Feishi slapped his forehead, "This person is Yizhang Taoist."

Wang Lang was confused, "What a Taoist priest?"

Huang Feishi rubbed his hands and laughed, "I did see this in the novel. I always thought it was fake, but I didn't expect it to be true. This Yizhang Taoist in ancient novels has some evil deeds, but I didn't expect this person to really exist.

According to legend, this person is the teacher of the King of Nanshui. This person is born with a strange phenomenon and has no face or eyes when born, but he can see some things that normal people cannot see. Moreover, this person is born in the realm of creation, which is the kind of kung fu statement that you martial arts practitioners say.

Some people have never entered the realm of creation after practicing for a lifetime. They are born in the realm of creation. Although I think it is nonsense, it is written in the novel. So I thought this person does not exist, it is not true. I didn’t expect that I met him in this place and it still exists.”

Wang Lang listened to Huang Feishu's introduction and leaned over to look carefully. Only then did he realize that the person's face was not cut into this way, but that he looked like this.

It is indeed a bit scary to grow up like this.

Not to mention the evening, there are some scary things that come out even in broad daylight.

Wang Lang reached out to touch the person's heart, but his heartbeat didn't beat, and his pulse stopped. The dust on his body had been for many years.

But the clothes are still very good and have not been corroded over the years.

"Why is this person called Yizhang Taoist?" Wang Lang was a little curious.

"Rumor, he can know anything within ten feet of this man, and within ten feet of his territory is his territory. Any living thing that goes within ten feet of his will be firmly controlled by him, and his destiny will be captured in his hands."

After Huang Feishu said this, Wang Lang felt a sense of palpitations inexplicably. I don’t know if it was an illusion. From Wang Lang’s perspective, this Yizhang Taoist was actually sneering, and the smile made the person look scared.

Huang Feimao next to him swallowed his saliva and couldn't help but hold the gun and looked around nervously. Out of the man's sixth sense, Huang Feimao shrank his neck and looked around vigilantly, "Dragon Prince, did you feel a strange feeling just now, like someone staring at us in the dark."

Wang Lang didn't say anything, stared at Yizhang Taoist,

After staring around for a long time, Huang Feishi finally relaxed his vigilance and spat with thick phlegm, "Damn it, it's scary!"

"The Dragon Prince may not know that the previous "Caiji Sutra" was written by this Yizhang Taoist. I also saw it from the novel. This Yizhang Taoist seemed to have touched the extreme realm that you martial artists pursued throughout their lives, so he wrote this "Caiji Sutra" to let future generations learn." Huang Feishu explained again,

Wang Lang couldn't help but joke when he remembered the pictures of the villain on "The Sutra of the Craftsmanship", "I'm afraid this is not a best-selling writer from ancient times."

After saying that, Wang Lang couldn't help but feel a sense of palpitations. The feeling was very real. I always felt that for a moment, my pores exploded and murderous intent surged.

"Dragon Prince, you can't say bad things about Taoist Yizhang, have you noticed?" Huang Feishi shrank his neck and said, "This fat man was scared out of cold sweat."

Wang Lang also discovered this, as if he could immediately feel palpitations whenever he said bad words from Yizhang Taoist.

I couldn't help but look down at the Yizhang Taoist sitting cross-legged on the ground. This person was indeed dead, without a heartbeat, no pulse, and it was not a method of turtle breathing. Wang Lang could still guarantee this. But the feeling of palpitations came from.

Wang Lang looked around.

Huang Feimao turned around the alchemy furnace curiously.

There are three words engraved on the alchemy furnace towards the north.

One zhang furnace.

"This Taoist Yizhang is portrayed in the novel as both good and evil. He said he is okay, he can live a life of people and does not regard people as human beings at all, but he is bad, and he saves countless people, so there is no accurate evaluation of him in the novel." Huang Fei Rat turned around the alchemy furnace, and he still couldn't stop talking in his mouth.

Wang Lang also followed Huang Feishi into the elixir furnace.

The top of the alchemy furnace has hollow patterns, which are in the shape of clouds and mist.

There is a small door the size of a palm on it and a basketball-sized door below it.

Huang Feimo carefully opened the small door above, turned a blind eye and looked inside, wanting to see what was inside.

Wang Lang also stretched his neck and looked inside.

It was pitch black, and when the flashlight was shot in, it still didn't see anything. It was also pitch black, like a stove that had been smoked for a long time. It was full of black ash, all of which were crooked on the inner wall.

"The one that is refined here should be Changshou Maple, right?" Wang Lang suddenly asked.

Huang Feishi was stunned for a moment, "It should be so. After all, he made everything about studying immortality in these caves." Huang Feishi continued to look inside.

Suddenly, Huang Fei Rat let out a light eh.
Chapter completed!