"Hum! No wonder you dare to play tricks with me when you find a little Lingcao one day, but no matter what tricks you play, you can’t turn it out. When I drag my hand, I just let you die two days later. "
Fang Laoer cold hum a light from another direction towards the cave.
……
Zhang Yang back to the cave a job Fang Laoer quietly took Lingcao and even praised a few words.
In this way, Zhang Yang waited for an opportunity to practice while looking for a panacea
Because of his powerful knowledge, he can always hide before he meets danger, and there is no powerful monster around him. He has never met any danger.
Rao is that Zhang Yang deliberately reduced the efficiency of searching for Lingcao, but the number of Lingcao accumulated day by day is also increasing
One day more than a month later, when Zhang Yang returned a batch of elixirs again, he found that there was a pit more than one meter deep in the middle of the cave.
The side wall of the pit is made of stone; The pit is thick and mushy sludge, which is bubbling.
Fang Laoer looked at Zhang Yang from the pit side and smiling.
Chapter 53 Cold Yin quenching body soup
"Lie trough! Is this old guy hungry and wants to cook zombie soup? This … this is too abnormal? "
Looking at the pit boiling with "gruel", Zhang Yang was surprised and turned to hide on the spot.
Fang Laoer waved his hand and yellow light flashed around him. Zhang Yang found that his body was imprisoned. Generally, even lifting a finger became a luxury.
Zhang Yang glared at Fang Laoer with sharp teeth and ferocious face.
"Ha ha ha ….." Fang Laoer burst into a hearty laugh. "Don’t misunderstand that this is me. You configure the refined body medicine soup, which is the precious Yin cold property Lingcao that I have accumulated for many years, plus the common herb accessories that you recently picked … even if the average person wants to touch it, there is no chance."
Fang Laoer said with a wave of his sleeve robe.
Burst!
Zhang Yang has traversed and fallen into the mud of the pit.
Whoo!
Fall in instantaneous Zhang Yang felt irritable skin like being shot by the sun and immediately could not help but growl.
Zombies have no pain, but this boiling mud has given Zhang Yang such a great pain. It is conceivable that the strangeness.
Zizizi-
Zhang Yang’s skin seemed to be fried in oil, and tiny bubbles appeared one by one.
Whoops!
Great pain made Zhang Yang almost pass out, but he was immobilized, but he couldn’t even move.
Fang Laoer looked at this scene by the pit and nodded from time to time as if he were extremely satisfied with this effect.
And so the pain continued.
A wick of incense passed …
Half an hour passed …
An hour has passed …
Fang Laoer saw that there was no problem and had long lost interest while meditating and recuperating.
Zhang Yang feels that his spirit seems to be numb. Generally, he feels less painful gradually from just being in pain.
At this time, the feeling of boiling slurry to Zhang Yang has also changed, which is no longer the kind of hot needle, but the cold ratio.
To the naked eye, the "mud soup" is boiling, but the temperature seems extremely low.
Zhang Yang’s consciousness gradually recovered, and it was gradually wasted. It was not the "hot air" that caused so much pain to himself, but the illusion of "burning" because the yin and cold force rich in this boiling mud was too violent for the skin to bear for a while.
For example, it’s like holding a warm hand and suddenly holding a piece of cold ice. Holding that moment, the signal root reflected by your hand nerve in your brain can’t tell whether it is cold or hot.
However, the yin and cold force contained in the "mud" is many times stronger than that of ice, and the violent ratio has caused this illusion to Zhang Yang.
To the naked eye, the boiling serous airflow enters the body, but it is the ice-cold ratio … This double-day experience of ice and fire makes Zhang Yang want to die
Violent yin and cold force enters the body. Zhang Yang’s body cells are stimulated several times more active than usual. Both of them are like hungry wolves, and they are madly devouring.
The pit is full of thick slurry, and the yin and cold force is getting lighter and lighter, and the black color is getting lighter as the original thick ink.
Gradually Zhang Yang calmed down to enjoy the process.
"Huh?"
As far as Zhang Yang is concerned, a figure turns out from the shadows not far away and looks gloomy.
