My pig Bajie is super fierce

The last two alchemy masters also failed.

There was an uproar, and many people stood up excitedly.

"What's going on? It's about to become an elixir. How could it explode?"

"No one has ever used the flesh and blood of a quasi-emperor to refine a flesh and blood elixir. Doing so goes against the harmony of nature, so it is destined to fail."

"Bullshit, why didn't you say this when you were using the saint to make elixirs."

There was a lot of noise all around, and some people even started fighting each other on the spot.

On the alchemy stage.

"puff--!"

Prince Zhimeng suddenly looked up to the sky and spit out a mouthful of blood.

This heroic and domineering middle-aged man in a purple robe is usually cold and wise, but at this moment, his hair is disheveled, his face is white, and his eyes are vacant and desperate.

Looking at the alchemy furnace lying crooked on the ground, with acrid black smoke still rising, he laughed loudly and bitterly with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Hahaha, what is the will of heaven to fight against the enemy? It will be difficult to resume business and involve hundreds of battles. Now I will go to the stars to recruit my old troops, and I will kill Yama with a hundred thousand banners.

"I, Zhimeng, was born with the Supreme Bone. I once vowed to kill my enemies with my own hands, take back everything that belongs to me, and regain my throne as emperor. But now, I am a complete loser, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Prince Zhimeng smiled, held his head and cried.

this moment.

He really collapsed, thinking about his experiences from childhood to adulthood, which were so difficult.

If other people are born with extraordinary physiques, they will definitely be cultivated vigorously, but I have my supreme bones dug out and driven into a cold cellar.

At that time, he was only five years old!

A five-year-old child suffered such pain and fear, dragging his bloody body and shivering in a dark cellar, cold and hungry, catching rats to satisfy his hunger and eating cockroaches to survive.

It was a miserable childhood with no joy.

Only the beam of light coming from the gap in the cellar skylight gave him hope and allowed him to persevere.

The seeds of hatred have been sown since he was five years old. He vowed to take revenge, to kill all his enemies and take back everything that belonged to him.

Over the years, I have been pretending to be crazy and living a fool, working hard, practicing hard day and night, putting in a lot of hardships, and never giving up any opportunity.

After becoming Prince Zhimeng, he gathered a large number of brave warriors and responded to his call, leading an army with the intention of overthrowing the corrupt throne. However, he was betrayed by a traitor and defeated the royal city. He had no choice but to escape to the starry sky. He was labeled as a "rebel" and was hunted everywhere.

Knowing that Master Fahai of Wanfo Temple was holding an alchemy event this time, he happily participated, just to make a splash and refine the quasi-emperor elixir, which won Master Fahai's favor.

But in the end, he still failed, and when he was about to succeed, he exploded.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuah, I am a waste, this is my fate, I should have died since I was five years old."

Prince Zhimeng cried loudly and lay on the ground grabbing the ground with his head.

around.

A group of generals and counselors under his command rushed to the alchemy platform. Seeing Prince Zhimeng like this, they were heartbroken and sad, and said sadly:

"Lord Zhimeng, don't give up, we still have hope!"

"My subordinates have contacted the brothers in Luan Xinghai. We will go to Luan Xinghai to recruit troops. We will definitely regain the king's power!"

"My second uncle's grave can be dug again. That day we dug out the alchemy furnace of the quasi-emperor weapon. Now as long as we dig out another quasi-emperor weapon, we will definitely be able to help you!"

"Lord Zhimeng, please cheer up, your subordinates need you, and the people of the Silver Empire need you!"

A group of subordinates had tears in their eyes, raised their hands and roared excitedly.

Prince Zhimeng's eyes were confused, and the voice in his ears was vague and distant. Looking at the lotus Buddha lamp with dried oil above his head, he felt that the lamp looked very much like himself at the moment, weak and helpless, and might be extinguished at any time.

But right now.

"call!"

A breeze blew by, and the burnt wick of the lotus Buddha lamp fell, and it ignited with a brighter light.

In the lamp plate, the lamp oil emerged out of thin air, overflowing the lamp plate, and dripped in circles like beads.

Prince Zhimeng's eyes suddenly lit up.

And in his ears, a majestic and gentle voice came.

"Amitabha, the donor who knows dreams, if I give you another chance, can you achieve elixir?"

Prince Zhimeng's whole body was shaken. He hurriedly followed the sound and saw a monk with Buddha's light rippling all over his body and Buddha's light in his mind walking towards him with a smile.

Prince Zhimeng swore that this was the most handsome and kind-hearted master he had ever seen in this life.

The other party's whole body was shining, sacred and majestic.

that moment.

The other person's Buddha light ignited the fire of his life and gave him the light of hope.

The other party looks young, but he is as majestic as the Eternal Buddha. His eyes are bright and deep, and he is looking at himself with a smile, full of encouragement and appreciation.

"Blessings come with misfortunes, misfortunes come with blessings. It seems that you are in a desperate situation when you are in a trap, but there is still hope. I know why the benefactor gave up so easily."

Li Ye came with a smile, wearing Buddha's light, and his tone was as gentle as the spring breeze.

"Junior Prince Zhimeng, pays homage to Master Fahai!"

Prince Zhimeng saluted quickly with a respectful expression.

Li Ye waved his hand, and an invisible force lifted him up. With a flick of his finger, the pure power of Buddha washed Prince Zhimeng's body, causing his injuries to heal immediately and his energy to become full. Especially on the chest of Prince Zhimeng, a group of blazing purple light was undulating, exuding astonishing majesty and fluctuations.

"Is that your supreme bone?"

Li Ye's eyes were like a magic lamp, he saw through the body of Prince Zhimeng and saw a mysterious bone intertwined with ancient runes.

This bone is a new bone that has not yet fully grown. There are remnants of old injuries around it, which are suspected to be traces of bone digging in the past.

"Yes, this is the supreme bone of this junior!"

Prince Zhimeng replied respectfully.

He didn't hide it. In front of a quasi-emperor like Master Fahai, he knew he couldn't hide it.

Li Ye stared at the Supreme Bone for a moment and said, "The poor monk has a method that can repair the Supreme Bone for you."

His words are not surprising and he will never stop.

The Supreme Bone, as its name suggests, is born supreme, a creature of creation. It was dug out of Nirvana and reborn. It has grown on its own over the years. How can outsiders interfere? !

Prince Zhimeng had traveled across thousands of mountains and rivers to find countless pharmacists and big men for this purpose, but everyone either said they had no choice or were greedy and wanted to take his Supreme Bone again.

Prince Zhimeng was disheartened and allowed the Supreme Bone to grow and recover naturally.

But the Supreme Bone grows too slowly. After many years, it still has defects. The damage caused by digging the bones back then was too great and terrible.

But at the moment.

Master Fahai in front of him told him that the other party had a way to repair the Supreme Bone for him.

Prince Zhimeng was surprised and happy, and immediately seemed to realize something. His face struggled with pain, and he gritted his teeth and bowed: "If Master Fahai needs this junior's supreme bone, this junior is willing to donate it."

He thought Li Ye was interested in his own bones.

When Li Ye heard this, he laughed, waved his sleeves and said, "Zhimeng Donor underestimated the poor monk. Although the Supreme Bone is precious, it is still a foreign object to the poor monk."

"The poor monk has been cultivating his physical body for many years. He prefers his own bones to the bones of the Supreme Being."

As he spoke, he shielded his surroundings, turned his fingers into sharp claws, and tore the flesh and blood on his chest, exposing a portion of his sternum.

That sternum is horrific.

The bone body is intertwined with dragon patterns, glowing with metallic luster, like a magical weapon, exuding a fierce and terrifying energy.

When Prince Zhimeng saw this, his face was shocked with shock.

Is this still a human bone? The other party's bones far surpass his Supreme Bone.

Li Ye thought, and the flesh and blood healed like a living thing, with no trace of scars visible.

Prince Zhimeng bowed in admiration and awe and said, "Master is kind and righteous, and I forgive my junior for the offense I just said."

He looked ashamed.

I shouldn't speculate about Master Fahai like that. After all, he is different from other people!

Li Ye removed the restriction and said with a smile: "Okay, I can help you repair the Supreme Bone, but you must first refine the Quasi-Emperor Flesh and Blood Pill."

Prince Zhimeng said with excitement and anticipation: "Master Fahai, do you really want to give this junior one more chance?"

Li Ye nodded, then shook his head and said with a smile: "I'm giving you one more chance, but this time, you won't be practicing alone!"

He looked at Sanjue Shusheng beside him who was still immersed in the failure of alchemy.

The other party was holding his alchemy stone furnace, banging his head again and again, and crying endlessly. Wu Zhan tried hard to pull him, but he couldn't hold him back.

"Sanjue Donor, are you willing to work together to refine the Quasi-Emperor Flesh and Blood Pill?"

Li Ye asked with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Sanjueshu Sage suddenly raised his head and said with excitement and disbelief: "Yes, I am willing, I am willing, I am willing to make elixirs together!"

He jumped up in a leap and bowed to Li Ye.

He was so happy that he didn't expect that Li Ye would give him another chance.

He looked at Prince Zhimeng and said: "Prince Zhimeng, thanks to Master Fahai, let's work together. This time, we must refine the quasi-emperor flesh and blood elixir for Master Fahai!"

Prince Zhimeng nodded seriously, pulled out the sword of a subordinate next to him with a "swish" sound, and stabbed it across his neck: "Of course, if this doesn't succeed, I will kill myself on the alchemy table."

After that, the knife was inserted directly into the floor without being sheathed.

The two of them sat cross-legged, packed up the alchemy furnace, and prepared to refine the elixir for the second time.

However, the moment the two sat down, Li Ye also sat down, sitting opposite them.

The two of them were stunned: "Master Fahai, you?"

Li Ye grinned: "Amitabha, more than 30,000 alchemists have failed to explode their furnaces. Is the flesh and blood of the quasi-emperor of the Shura tribe really so difficult to refine?"

"I am a poor monk but I happen to know a little bit about the art of alchemy. How about making alchemy together with the two donors today?"

The implication is that the poor monk also has to show off today. (End of chapter)