Evil Dao Xiuxian: I can giantize elixirs and exotic beasts

"The Green Locust Pill didn't lose its effect, so why?"

“It was just now…”

After Bi Ning'er confirmed through Helan Qiu that the green locust poison pill in her hand had not lost its effect, she began to wonder why it did not work well on the female cultivator named Qian.

It didn't take long for Bi Ning'er to figure out the general reason.

Firstly, the female cultivator surnamed Qian had a tenacious character and could endure more than Helan Qiu. Secondly, because she had just attacked him madly and almost beat him to death, the effect of the Green Locust Pill was suppressed.

Thirdly, she was afraid that the female cultivator named Qian would die, so she fed her a large amount of high-quality healing pills. Although there were no detoxification pills, high-quality healing pills could also have a significant suppressing effect on toxicity.

"I'm a little tired today, but I have plenty of time to play with you!"

"I want to see how long you can hold on."

Bi Ning'er reached out and lifted the female cultivator surnamed Qian back into the room. Then she tied up Qian's whole body with iron chains and hung her upside down on the beam in the room.

After she finished all this and came outside, she reached out and threw a detoxification pill at Helan Qiu who was wailing in pain.

"Dog slave, repair the collapsed wall, then guard her here, but don't get within three meters of her."

Bi Ning'er glanced at Helan Qiu coldly, her face full of disdain, but after thinking it over, she painted a pie for him, "If you can convince Daoist Fellow Qian to agree to be my dog ​​like you, I can reward you with a Daotai Pill and guarantee that you will advance to the Daotai level in Zhengyang Sect!"

"Advanced Daotai True Cultivation?"

After Helan Qiu took the antidote, the numbness, itching and unbearable pain in his body gradually subsided. After listening to Ning'er's promise, his throat couldn't help but tremble a few times.

"Master, rest assured. I will definitely persuade Fellow Daoist Qian."

Helan Qiu lay on the ground flatteringly, lowering his eyebrows and speaking submissively.

"Ah."

Bi Ning'er responded indifferently, then stepped on the flying sword with her jade feet and flew to other places.

In a flash, the empty attic became quiet, leaving only the disheveled Helan Qiu and the female cultivator named Qian hanging upside down in the room.

"Ugh."

Helan Qiu walked into the room with a look of gloom on his face. He looked at the silent, upside-down female cultivator named Qian with his eyes closed and sighed softly. He then complained, "Why is Fellow Daoist Qian so stubborn? He made me eat a Green Locust Pill too. It really hurts me."

"Now I am at the mercy of others. It's not shameful to surrender and seek a way out. A real man... ahem, cultivators like me should be able to bend and stretch."

"If Fellow Daoist Qian continues to be stubborn and refuses to repent, I will probably be implicated and persecuted by that vicious woman."

Helan Qiu sat cross-legged on the ground and spoke earnestly to the female cultivator named Qian.

"Are you trying to make me sympathize with you?"

The female cultivator surnamed Qian opened her eyes, their once clear and beautiful pupils now bloodshot and exhausted. Her body was in excruciating pain, as if a thousand insects were gnawing at her heart. Her voice was hoarse and each word was pronounced with pause. "But the lowly do not deserve sympathy. If you don't respect yourself, how can you expect others to respect you?"

"As for the idea of ​​self-deception and surrendering in the hope of seeking a retreat, that's simply ridiculous. This is the heartland of the Zhengyang Sect. Do you think it's possible for two of us cultivators in the Soul Condensation Realm to escape?"

When the female cultivator surnamed Qian finished her speech, her tone revealed an undisguised hint of sarcasm.

"Why not? We can gain Bi Ning'er's trust first, and then..." Helan Qiu looked like someone had stepped on his sore spot, and his expression became excited.

"trust?"

"Do you think Bi Ning'er will trust you?"

The female cultivator named Qian interrupted Helan Qiu with a sarcastic tone, then closed her eyes again, no longer paying attention to Helan Qiu, whose expression was changing from gloomy to happy.

......

......

Time flies and months pass.

Suddenly...suddenly...the whistling sandstorm swept in.

On a desolate mountain to the west of Zhengyang Gate, there stand huge stone pillars of varying heights, some only a few dozen meters high, while others are hundreds of meters high.

now.

At the top of the tallest ochre-colored stone pillar, three figures stood there, amidst the occasional flying sand that was comparable to the middle area of ​​a large sandstorm.

Or should I say two, because the third figure was clearly in the shape of a "big" character and was imprisoned on a steel rack.

"Fellow Daoist Qian, the scenery here is nice, isn't it?"

"From here, you can overlook all of Zhengyangmen and enjoy the beautiful scenery. However, some special places are covered by the formation and you may not be able to see them."

Bi Ning'er spoke in a gentle tone, as if she was introducing the scenery of Zhengyang Gate to an old friend.

But then his tone suddenly changed, becoming more sinister. He said in a deep voice, "This place is called Lihun Mountain. A special kind of sandstorm blows year-round. An ordinary person who stays here will be turned into a dried-up corpse within three minutes. Their souls will be trapped here forever, constantly experiencing the pain they suffered in their previous life."

"Monks can persist longer, but their pain and resentment will also accumulate more!"

Click! Click~

After Bi Ning'er finished speaking, she raised her hand and made a gesture to disperse the barrier around her. Suddenly, the surroundings became noisy and the environment became extremely cold.

Looking around, there were twisted black shadows floating everywhere. Their mouths were open enough to fit a fist, and they kept making sharp, hoarse and mocking howls.

There were howling ghost sounds and gusts of cold wind, it was so terrifying that it seemed like hell.

The female cultivator surnamed Qian looked around expressionlessly, as if she hadn't heard the terrifying words coming out of Bi Ning'er's mouth.

Snapped!

Bi Ning'er raised her hand and slapped Helan Qiu's face, causing it to swell up immediately. She said coldly, "Damn you, you little dog slave! It's been so long, and you haven't come up with anything?!"

"Master, I deserve to die, I deserve to die."

Helan Qiu immediately knelt on the ground. He had become familiar with Helan Qiu's movements over the past month. Every time he failed to succeed with the female cultivator named Qian, he was the one who got beaten.

"Master, I actually thought of a way."

Helan Qiu turned around and looked resentfully at the silent female cultivator named Qian who was tied to the torture device. It was true that she had suffered a lot of torture in the past month, but she was also beaten and tortured by Bi Ning'er.

He didn't dare to resent Bi Ning'er, so he transferred all his anger and resentment to the female cultivator named Qian. It was the other party's refusal to give in that caused him pain.

"Oh?"

Bi Ning'er glanced at Helan Qiu who was kneeling on the ground and said in surprise: "What method?"

"Hey hey hey."

Helan Qiu stood up, smirked, and then explained, "Master, don't you want this stunningly beautiful Fairy Qian to be your dog, wagging her tail and begging for mercy at your feet? We can actually think of it differently. You can find a loyal and obedient maid and have her take over Fairy Qian's body."

"What nonsense! Is this still the money I want, Brother Qian? Hmm... maybe it's not bad."

Bi Ning'er suddenly noticed the extreme fear and unwillingness in the eyes of the female cultivator named Qian. She had seen a lot of fear in her eyes in the past month, but this was the first time she had seen such a deep level of fear.

"Hehehe, Fellow Daoist Qian, are you scared? Are you terrified?"

"You're still crying, hahahaha, you're crying!"

Bi Ning'er reached out and pinched the face of the female cultivator named Qian, and became excited as if she had discovered a new continent.

Helan Qiu, who was hunching his head nearby, looked at this scene with a look of satisfaction on his face.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The next moment, a terrifying loud noise was heard in the sky, and then Bi Ning'er turned around and saw a scene that almost made her lose control of her bladder.

I saw a scarlet ray shooting out from a distance, and slamming into the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Wind and Sand Formation of Zhengyang Gate. The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Wind and Sand Formation, which had been protecting Zhengyang Gate for thousands of years like a sky curtain, made a sharp scream and then shattered.

"How can this be?"

Bi Ning'er opened her mouth so wide that an egg could almost fit through it. As a cultivator from the Zhengyang Sect, she knew better than anyone else how terrifying and powerful the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Wind and Sand Formation was. It was like a kind of belief for the cultivators from the Zhengyang Sect, and it was their greatest pride.

At this moment, countless Zhengyang Sect monks, like the horrified Bi Ning'er, stared at the sky with their mouths wide open, not understanding what had suddenly happened.

"Ho! Ho ho!"

The terrifying scarlet rays dissipated, and a two-hundred-meter-long dark red dragon appeared outside Zhengyang Gate. After roaring wantonly, it thundered, "Within ten breaths, hand over the Black Marrow Crystal I lost, or this place will be flooded with blood today, and I will kill everyone here!"

A majestic and violent voice was heard, and the aura of a sea-opening dragon frightened many cultivators of the Zhengyang Sect to the ground, their legs trembling and unable to control themselves.

At the same time, on Lihun Mountain, at the top of the highest stone pillar.

“Hehehehe…”

The female cultivator surnamed Qian let out a hoarse low laugh. She looked at the ferocious dragon circling in the distance, blocking the Zhengyang Gate like a floating hill. She felt desperate and excited, terrified and crazy.

"I should have known earlier that Black Marrow Crystal is not something that low-level cultivators can get their hands on. Enormous wealth can drive people crazy, but madness is also the prelude to destruction..."

"Hahaha, haha, Bi Ning'er, you're in big trouble! You've brought huge trouble to your Zhengyang Sect and your father. I don't think your ending will be much better than mine!"

The female cultivator surnamed Qian looked at Bi Ning'er, whose face was filled with shock and anger, and vented the pent-up emotions in her heart.