. And this so-called painstaking medicine really requires hard work. The furnace sitting on the ground elixir he refined has never been able to come out of the cauldron, and it is the hard work that he is waiting for. The hard work required for Daozong's holy medicine is naturally impossible to be like a pig's heart, a dog's heart, and even less likely to be a wolf's heart. Rather, the state of mind is truly peaceful and the breath is truly pure. The heartfelt blood of an ascetic who is willing to die as a martyr. Such hard work is naturally hard to find in the world, especially for the Taoist sect who emphasizes compassion and abstains from killing. Nali is willing to use the lives of his disciples to refine medicine, while ascetics practice to the point of being willing to die as martyrdom, but their hearts must be as calm as water. How is it possible? Do you do this bloody method for the sake of elixirs, a method outside the body? Because of these reasons, this kind of elixir, although not as good as Tongtian Pill, is still very miraculous, has never really appeared in Taoism, not even the legendary Taixu Temple. On the contrary, when the Demon Sect was at its peak, Made two cauldrons. With the passage of time, the demon sect has withered, and the two cauldrons of sitting pills have long been exhausted. If Yun Zhengming refines this cauldron of pills, it will really bring great shock to the world of cultivation. ¡°It¡¯s justthat an ascetic with a calm mind and pure breath goes there to look for it? Yun Zhengming¡¯s current cultivation level is so poor, even if he finds it, how can he kill those monks and take their hard work? In the dim room, the medicinal cauldron slowly exhaled mist with medicinal fragrance, and a few wisps floated in front of his face. Yun Zhengming's face was looming in the mist, and a very faint and very complicated smile appeared in his dark eyes, seeming to be mocking himself and those unfortunate people in the world. He reached out and picked off the black peach blossom on his chest, then slowly took off his old Taoist robe, calmly and meticulously folded it and placed it on the ground nearby. The skin of the body is extremely pale, just like jade at the moment before weathering. There is a hole about the size of a fist on the chest. The hole penetrates the body. You can vaguely see the walls of the internal organs that have been squeezed and petrified. They are mottled, dirty, and the color is disgusting. Look at it. It was extremely scary to go up there. This is the hole where Qin Jie shot him with a rune gun on the snowy cliff in the wilderness. No one knows how Yun Zhengming survived such a serious injury. In the gun hole, you can faintly see white bones and squirming internal organs. Deep to the left, you can also see a blood-red heart beating slowly. Yun Zhengming walked to the medicine cauldron and used his strong willpower to stop his hands from shaking. Then he held a small knife, reached into the arrow hole in his chest, and gently scratched the surface of the heart with the blade. A drop of blood seeped out slowly there. An unbearable extreme pain starts from the heart, travels the shortest distance, and enters the depths of the heart. Yun Zhengming's face suddenly turned extremely pale, as if all the blood had drained away. He used all his strength to prevent himself from howling in despair, but his facial features were painfully distorted and deformed, as terrifying as the ghostly faces in the night. After a while, the drop of blood left the blade and fell into the medicine cauldron steaming with white mist. Suddenly, the medicine cauldron was boiling like the sea, rolling like anger, and the fragrance of the medicine suddenly disappeared, leaving only the thick smell of blood. Mobile phone users please visit http://m.piaotia.net