C45 Refining Pills and Drawing Talismans

Inside the bamboo house, sweat was dripping down Chu Yuntian's forehead like soybeans. With a solemn expression, Chu Yuntian murmured, "Hundred-year-old Vine, enter. "

After confirming with his Divine Sense, the Hundred-year-old Vine was controlled by his Divine Sense and slowly fell into the furnace.

A wave of hot air surged, and the Hundred-year-old Vine was refined into a liquid