Archfiend

"I came here for this matter." Qian Ren said calmly: "Three months ago, Fellow Daoist Buyu's Buried Flower Corps was completely wiped out, and no one escaped. I personally checked, and the natal jade slips left here with me are all broken."

"Fellow Daoist Chen, I will leave first. We will talk another day." He bowed slightly and walked towards the inner hall without looking back.

The cultivator surnamed Chen stood there, stunned for a moment, and sighed to the sky: "The world is unpredictable, fate plays tricks on people... Fellow Daoist Buyu can actually fall..."

Five minutes later, Qian Ren stopped in front of a flashing door.

This is the largest stone door, at least fifteen meters high and five or six meters wide. People standing under it are like ants compared to a big tree.

Qian Ren raised his hands and shook them slightly, and his coat fluttered down and was caught by two assistants, and then he left here tactfully.

The ancient door was covered with cracks, as if it had not been opened for a long time. It looks ordinary, but as long as you stand in front of this huge stone door, a heart-breaking feeling will rise from your heart for no reason. Every crack seems to be a trace of time. They are simple and vicissitudes, as if reminding everyone that in front of and behind this door, there is the difference between man and God.

Right above, a huge "sky" character explains everything.

This is the highest combat power in China, the top of the world. One of the twin giants of the cultivation court, the palace of the avatar of the president Tianzai Zhenren.

This word "sky" is enough to make hundreds of monsters retreat and thousands of people surrender.

Half-step Yuanying! The highest combat power of the human race!

Qianren took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Every time he stood here, even if he knew that there was only a late foundation building or a great perfection avatar inside, he could not have the slightest resistance.

Only reverence, submission, and awe that has penetrated into the bone marrow.

Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes again, knocked gently on the door, then half-knelt on the ground and said loudly: "Qian Ren, the leader of the Yulin Guard of Mingshui Province, wants to see the real person."

"Dong..." The huge stone door, without using spiritual power, made a sound of Huang Zhong Da Lu, echoing throughout the room, as if to calm all the emotions of the people, making people feel peaceful.

There was no answer, but Qian Ren did not stand up at all, and there was no dissatisfaction on his face.

"Stand up." After five minutes, the stone door did not open at all, but a voice that was so old that it seemed to have seen through everything, rang clearly in his ears.

"Yes!" Qian Ren then stood up quietly.

"Presented."

"Yes. The division under my seat, the Burial Flower Corps was all destroyed at the same time within an hour before March. Please judge by the real person."

The voice in the room seemed to have no emotion. After three seconds, he slowly said: "No words... This real person remembers that child... What a pity..."

It was a pity, but that tone was as if he was just a spectator of history, who had experienced hundreds and thousands of years of wind, frost, rain and snow. It was probably: That bridge collapsed, I once walked on it, what a pity. This kind of mood.

"Do you want to ask this real person if there is a golden elixir?" The voice behind the stone door sounded again: "No. You can go back."

"Yes." Qianren bowed deeply: "Thank you, real person, for clearing up my doubts."

There was no sound behind the stone door.

After traveling thousands of miles, using magic weapons to rush here in an hour, waiting for two months, he heard three sentences, one of which was still a sigh, and the second was a rhetorical question. There was only one word to answer his question. The last four words were to serve tea and see the guests off.

He did not feel anything wrong.

This is the right that the top of the world should have.

Hundreds of years of hard training, in exchange for a day of reaching the top. Standing out from the army of millions of monks, changing fate against the will of heaven, breaking through the wind and waves, and achieving the reputation of a generation of "national protector magician". Why can't others have such power?

It's as if he has been standing on the spirit gathering array in the office for decades to work and practice, who dares to say a word of nonsense?

Strength determines status.

He didn't stop, and after another hour, he finally returned to the branch.

Leaning on the chair, he held the teacup and pondered slightly. The words of Tianzai Zhenren are the most trustworthy among all Zhenren. If he says no, then there is definitely no.

"It's not the Jindan who took action... The Zanghua Corps was instantly wiped out. So... it was "force majeure..." His hand, I don't know when to turn over the black killing order, flexibly flipping it at his fingertips, and a smile like ice appeared on his face.

He picked up the phone: "It's me."

"Immediately, investigate the traces of the Buried Flower Corps, the place where they disappeared last. I want the exact location."

After hanging up the phone, he waved his hand gently, and a folder was in his hand.

"Daoyou..." He looked at the first page of the silent, information, and photos for a long time with some complexity, and sighed slightly: "Practice is impermanent... You and I will know it clearly when we enter the world of cultivators. This seat... will send you on your way."

A ball of fire was emitted for no reason. After a long time, the folder turned into ashes.

"But... you didn't die in vain..." He sneered and looked at the red dot representing Xu Yangyi in front of the computer: "You made me more clear about what the law of heaven is impermanent... Don't worry... I will send a living boy in to bury you... The leader... is stronger than you back then..."

He knew very well that if it wasn't for the Jindan cultivator to take action, it would be... the Buried Flower Corps, this A-level Corps that was attacking the S-level Corps, entered a place where it shouldn't go!

To be able to wipe out the Buried Flower Corps in an hour... This has exceeded the scope of the orange area! Infinitely close to the red zone!

"It's really... an ideal place to bury my bones..." He sipped his tea with emotion: "My friend, you have been waiting for a long time, right?"

"This great gift, as your first mission of the Xingtian Legion, are you... satisfied?"

Time passed quickly again, and half a year passed in the blink of an eye.

Xu Yangyi had no idea about everything in the outside world. In the practice room, his alchemy had reached the last step.

He has been practicing for a year and a half. Now he looks calmer. Loneliness is sharpening his tenacity, and tenacity is beating his character. This year and a half of retreat, far longer than the last six months of retreat, this year and a half of retreat, living alone and seeking alone, makes him even have a sense of transcendence at his age.

He is quietly looking at a round black pill in the alchemy furnace in front of him.

It is like a crystal clear obsidian, floating in the alchemy furnace, and occasionally, there is a buzzing sound around it. That was Xu Yangyi using his spiritual consciousness to "patch up" the pill, filling up all its uneven places.

It was not for beauty. Because once the pill is made, a tiny crack will cause the spiritual energy to leak out!

In other words, the Wufangzi of the Guling Pill, or the "shell" of other pills, do not have medicinal properties, but just wrap it tightly to prevent all the medicinal properties inside from leaking out.

His eyes were steady and firm. After an unknown amount of time, he finally let out a soft "hush" and exhaled a breath of turbid air from his mouth.

The pill is made!

There is only one last step left... only one last step left!

In the pill-making stage, this step is completed, and the alchemy that has disappeared for more than a hundred years and nearly two hundred years in the Dharma-Ending Age can be declared to return to the arena!

There are fifteen methods of making pills, and the Eternal Pill Scripture King records them. However, after more than a year of reference, he finally chose one of them, which is also the most neutral and peaceful one.

Half-immortal Wei Boyang, Danding School Wei's pill-making method! Whale-sucking pill-making technique!

The so-called "making a pill" means that before the pill is made, the quality of the pill is still not unified. For example, now, Xu Yangyi can clearly feel that in the pill, the four medicinal forces are pulling and balancing each other. However, they are still not unified into one.

And the pill is to make this pill embryo, which looks like a pill, truly unified and become a real pill!

On the contrary, compared with the time-consuming previous steps, this step is extremely simple.

He took a deep breath, stood up, and silently read Wei's pill making method again in his mind. Calming down all his thoughts, running the formula, and gently pointing a finger at the pill embryo.

The next second, he suddenly found that the spiritual energy in the whole room... moved!

The vast spiritual energy in the training room formed a huge white vortex behind him! And along his finger, it was like a funnel, "injecting" directly into the pill!

What kind of situation is like a giant whale sucking water. The whole body of the pill actually emitted a hazy white light, floating in the pill furnace. Then, with a light "click" sound, Xu Yangyi's heart skipped a beat.

At this time, did the pill crack?

No!

Then, he immediately discovered that it was not cracked, but... the surface of the pill was like an invisible pen carving, circle after circle, which was difficult to see with the naked eye and could only be distinguished by spiritual consciousness. Halo-like patterns were slowly appearing on the pill.

Pill pattern!

Xu Yangyi suppressed the excitement in his heart. The extreme pleasure almost made his scalp numb. But his fingers did not tremble at all, and he still pointed directly at the pill.

In the last days of the law, the lost alchemy for a hundred years will soon reappear in his hands!

Even the simplest four formulas of Guling Pill are real pills!

Pill pattern represents the grade of the pill. He does not expect to reach other levels. The most basic monarch, minister, assistant and messenger, it is good enough to reach the assistant pill.

One elixir pattern represented that this elixir was already the lowest level of the elixir.

As the pattern appeared, he clearly felt that the medicinal power in it was rapidly merging together!

He said nothing, but his breathing was already a little hurried.

In the room, there was silence, and the second "click" sounded, and the second pattern appeared.

His heart was gently relieved.

Zuodan.

Two elixir patterns, this result, he was very satisfied.

At the same time, in his spiritual consciousness, he finally could no longer feel that the elixir had other medicinal power. The four kinds of genius treasures completely converged into a strange spiritual power that no genius treasure had before!

"Come on... baby..." He licked his lips excitedly. This feeling of reappearing something that had been lost for a hundred years in his hands was really great!

"Buzz..." A sound like a dragon's roar sounded melodiously from the elixir furnace. This sound seemed to open a prelude, the prelude of a great era!

The lost alchemy art of a hundred years has now officially been revived in the hands of a little Qigong cultivator!

"Swish!" Xu Yangyi took out the pill from the furnace without any hesitation. He didn't bother to look at it, but observed it carefully in his hand.

"Click!" At this moment, the third sound rang out!