The Goose Egg-sized Diliu paste has been brewed for nine rounds. No, after refining, the finished God-killing Pill is a little smaller than a jujube and cannot melt in your mouth.

He Lingchuan chewed it like a date several times before swallowing it. It was sweet and fragrant, but a little dry and stuck in his throat.

…It’s really like a date.

He Lianchen didn't mention what the God-killing Pill should taste like, so what he made shouldn't be considered a failure, right?

Only a dozen breaths later, suddenly a large wave of heat suddenly rose from his Dantian, giving him the feeling that it was the flood that erupted on the day of the astronomical tide, or the air wave brought out by the sudden explosion in the secret room. No matter how he prepared in advance.

, was still caught off guard.

Isn't this too fierce? That's not what He Lianchen said.

All he could do in a hurry was to try his best to guide this powerful energy towards Tanzhong Point and prevent it from changing its path and bursting the embankment.

Changing the route midway is called going crazy.

When the embankment breaks, it means that all the meridians are broken.

This was like a natural disaster suddenly erupting in his body, and it was also the biggest crisis he had encountered since his practice.

He Lianchen did not expect that he would be lucky enough to get such a large piece of Emperor's Ointment. Therefore, the power of the God-killing Pill that He Lingchuan refined contained at least twice as much power as He Lianchen's preset!

The Emperor's Serum Rain may contain impurities and needs to be purified after it is obtained; however, natural paste does not require this heavy process, and its effectiveness cannot simply be multiplied. Even the piece that He Lingchuan obtained contained red pulp.

marrow.

He is like an unlucky guy leading the pack in front of hundreds of mad cows. If he cannot be guided in time and effectively, he will definitely be crippled and trampled to pieces.
Chapter completed!