Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao

Shopkeeper Li, has the cinnabar I asked for arrived?

The drugstore owner who was looking at his calculator looked up and immediately saw the strange man in red robes.

Then a flattering smile appeared on his face, this was a big customer. Haha, guest, I'm waiting for you. The whole thirty kilograms are here. Well, little tiger, go help the guest deliver it to your home.

No, I'll take it myself. After paying the balance, Li Huowang picked up the bag with one hand and walked out of the pharmacy.

The drugstore clerk Xiao Huzi was very surprised and asked his boss: Shopkeeper, what does this man need thirty pounds of cinnabar for? Ordinary people, even if they just use medicine, can only buy it in a few taels at most.

With a pop, the drugstore owner bent his middle finger and gave him a headache. Does it hurt? That's all it hurts! Remember this lesson! You, a guy, don't care what other people do when they buy it. It doesn't matter to us even if he takes it back and mixes it with rice!

With a bump, the heavy cinnabar bag was thrown on the carriage. Li Huowang got directly on the carriage and blew the whistle with his mouth. The steamed buns immediately followed him.

Drive~! Drive~! Li Huowang glanced at the cinnabar bag beside him, twitched the reins, and drove the carriage toward the west city gate.

Just last night, Li Huowang suddenly discovered that his past self had hit a dead end. Since others could use the heart to refine magic weapons, why couldn't he?

Moreover, my body heals at an extraordinary speed, and apart from causing me some pain, there are almost no side effects.

More importantly, the magic weapon refined with Xinsu's organs has extraordinary abilities and can greatly improve one's own strength. This will definitely be of great help in the upcoming showdown with Bei Feng.

Da da da. As the horseshoes stepped on the stone slabs, Li Huowang gradually walked towards the outside of the city.

Li Huowang did not take the main roads where many people walked, but deliberately looked for remote mountain roads.

As the sun gradually set, Li Huowang finally found a suitable place, a flat open space in front of several graves.

As soon as Steamed Bun arrived at this place, he immediately became vigilant. He lowered his body and exposed his gums tremblingly in front of the grave in a deterrent manner.

I'll lend you the space in front of the courtyard for one night. Please don't blame me. Li Huowang bowed his hands towards the tombs, then turned around to get something from the carriage.

Steamed Bun suddenly pounced on him, exploding several rats and scurrying around.

Li Huowang first took down the small alchemy furnace he got from Mandrill, and then placed cinnabar in the furnace and the best snowflake charcoal under the furnace.

As a former alchemy cultivator, he had easy access to refining some cinnabar. An hour later, Li Huowang opened the alchemy furnace, and a silver liquid mixed with medicinal residue appeared in front of Li Huowang.

Danyangzi once taught this thing when he was at Qingfeng Temple. The silver liquid refined from cinnabar was called maiden, but in Li Huowang's world, this thing was called mercury.

Quickly sifting away the residue, Li Huowang picked up a bowl and filled these girls. However, this was not enough, he needed more.

After some refining, Li Huowang looked at the large bowl of silver maiden in front of him with a hint of satisfaction on his face.

That's almost enough.

Li Huowang turned around and took out the shovel he had prepared and started digging the hole. He dug deeper and deeper. When he dug until there was almost one person standing, he stopped.

After closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths, Li Huowang reached out from the sheepskin bag of torture instruments at the bottom and took out a broken dagger with a cold light.

Taoist priest, do you want to think about it again? It's really not like this. The monk rushed over and persuaded him with a look of dismay.

The opposite of his attitude was Hongzhong, who sat on Peng Longteng's shoulders, looking like he was waiting for a good show.

No matter what the hallucinations around him said, nothing could shake Li Huowang's determination. He raised the dagger high, aimed at the middle of his scalp and slowly scratched it. Soon Li Huowang's scalp parted, revealing the blood and blood beneath.

Then Li Huowang took off his clothes, stood naked in the pit he had dug before, lowered his head and began to bury himself with soil.

It's really difficult to bury yourself, but fortunately Li Sui can help.

As Li Sui's tentacles continued to whip the soil, the soil around Li Huowang was beaten tightly.

Li Sui, be good and do me one more favor.

Under Li Huowang's order, two tentacles came out from his neck, slowly rolled up a large bowl filled with girls on the ground, and moved it towards the wound on his head.

Li Huowang swallowed hard and spoke slowly. Pull it out a little before pouring it, don't let it go.

Li Sui was very obedient and immediately complied, stretching his tentacles to their maximum size.

As the big bowl tilts, the silver water lines sparkle under the light of the moon, which is very beautiful.

Uh-huh. Ah!!

This process was extremely difficult, but Li Huowang did not dare to waver for fear of spilling the mercury.

Li Huowang felt pain at first, but in fact he could bear the pain, but gradually the pain turned into itching, and it became more and more itchy, and this kind of itching spread all over his body.

When this extreme itch almost reached its peak, Li Huowang, who was buried in the soil, struggled desperately. At this moment, he felt that he was being bitten by ants all over his body. This feeling almost drove him crazy.

As Li Huowang kept twisting, his body squeezed upward like a snake. After a lot of effort, he finally squeezed out.

Haha. Li Huowang was trembling all over. He couldn't tell which part hurt more at this moment. He thought he had been used to the pain.

But when the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month blew against his skinless body like a knife, Li Huowang was still so painful that he almost fainted.

Li Huowang tremblingly took out the Fire Jacket Sutra and began to recite the mantra on it tremblingly.

The burning centipede lay on Li Huowang's side and crawled slowly over. After a while, Li Huowang's body was completely covered with black and yellow burn scars.

It may have become more painful, but at least Li Huowang, covered in scars, could wear clothes.

After getting dressed, Li Huowang glanced at the ground. Pi Xin's breath suddenly stopped, and he fell directly on the carriage, curled up, and passed out with his arms around himself.