C392 Bitter Cultivation

Inside the Ancient Tree Space.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

Chu Kuangsheng waved his hand, and numerous spirit herbs were thrown into the pill furnace. In a short while, they melted into liquid, and a rich medicinal fragrance spread out.

"Condense!"

At a certain moment, when the furnace in the pill furnace lowered to a certain temperature, a low shout rang out.

Hua!

The raging flames churned