Lord of the Divine Show

Thousands of feet underground.

Below the refining cave.

The hot magma surged and emitted orange-red light, illuminating a restricted space surrounded by glittering light and clearly protected by powerful formations.

Even among the elders of the Xuanji Hundred Refining Sect, there are very few who know that this place exists beneath the Refining Cave.

At this time, several figures turned into streams of light and landed on the highest point of a jade platform suspended above the magma.

The leader among them is an old man wearing a dark red robe, with an angry beard, eyes like a lion and a tiger, and a majestic old man.

This person is Yang Baixuan, the great elder of the Xuanji Bailian Sect. He was once a world-famous weapon refining master. Later, he entered the realm of returning elixirs and gradually fell into silence.

Now five hundred years have passed by in a hurry, and he is already the one with the highest level of cultivation in the Xuanji Hundred Refining Sect. A leak-proof golden elixir has been transformed seven times, and his magic power has been purified seven times, gradually undergoing qualitative changes to an incredible degree.

Even a cultivator with thousands of golden elixirs, in his opinion, is nothing more than an ant and can be destroyed easily.

However, having reached this point in cultivation, Yang Baixuan also knew that he had reached his limit. With his qualifications, not to mention breaking through the unrivaled Yuan Shen, even if he could complete the last two transformations of Huan Dan in his lifetime, It is also hopeless.

However, the golden elixir cultivators in this world have already seen through it, and if they can enjoy it for thousands of years, this life is not in vain.

The only thing that worries him is the inheritance of the sect.

Even if there is a strong man in the sect who has returned to the ninth level of Dan, he can only be strong for a while. Only ancient spiritual treasures can ensure the sect's inheritance and prosperity for tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years.

Therefore, Yang Baixuan took over the plan of his ancestors without hesitation and carried it out to the present point.

"Old monster Bai Xuan! The bottom line of our five sects' press boxes has been handed over to you. Are you sure about this last step?"

A hoarse and sharp voice came from behind Yang Baixuan, a skinny monk wearing a green robe.

He seemed to be dying of old age in the next moment, but the fire burning in his eyes revealed an extremely terrifying aura.

If Liang Xiao were here, he would definitely be able to recognize him at a glance. This person is an ancestor of the Corpse Yin Tantric Sect.

The old monster who also returns a high level of elixir—the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Souls!

Even Liang Xiao had only met him from afar during a sect celebration.

At this time, in addition to the Ancestor Wanhun, the Old Immortal Xingluo of the Daluo Sect, the Divine Talisman Venerable of the Tongtian Divine Talisman Sect, the Qi Transformation Old Monster of the Qiyuan Sect, and even Zhuge Wufeng, the ancestor of the Zhuge Qi Sect, are all... Come together.

The five Huandan old monsters stared at the depths of the magma with excitement, worry, excitement, etc. after hearing this.

There, amid the rolling magma, the outline of a glorious palace vaguely emerged.

Nine ancient earth-lung poisonous fires turned into fire dragons, hovering around, like nine dragons grabbing pearls. From time to time, they spurted out a fire from the center of the earth that had been condensed for countless thousands of years, and poured into the glorious palace.

The palace is ninety-nine feet long and ninety-nine feet high, with floors paved with gold and jade. There are many buildings, including bell towers, towers, animal pens, courtyards, ponds, sword pavilions, Yangxin Hall, Chengqian Palace, Wanbao Tower, etc. All-encompassing and full of wonders.

On one of the bell towers, there was an ancient bell hanging, which was vaguely similar to the magic treasure in Yi Tianchou's hand before.

The whole palace was dimly lit with precious light, and any master of weapon refinement would be shocked when he saw it.

Because every inch of its tiles, every floor tile, even the door leaf, and even the copper nails on the door are all magic weapons!

And the slightly more eye-catching buildings, such as plaques, ancient bells, iron rings, etc., are actually at the Dzogchen level!

At this time, the entire palace was constantly sucking in the poisonous fire of the ancient earth lungs, and all the magic weapons had a vague tendency to be smelted into one body.

"Confirmed? Hmph... Ever since the Heavenly Changes Rebellion, countless masters of weapon refining have spent their whole lives working hard, but none of them can make a spiritual treasure. How can I be sure?"

Yang Baixuan snorted and replied: "Moreover...the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine magic weapons we provided are of mixed quality. Fortunately, we used the secret method of magic to refine one hundred and eight Dzogchen-level magic weapons." The treasure serves as the center to suppress it, otherwise this 'Wanxiang Palace' spiritual treasure may not even be able to be sacrificed to refine the embryo!"

"What?"

Ancestor Wanhun almost beat his chest: "This is the wealth that our six major sects have accumulated for countless years... If we fail, if we fail..."

"Wanhun, we monks should have a certain level of mind that is unfailing. Has your mind been eaten by a dog?"

Xingluo Old Immortal slowly spoke: "The Xuanji Hundred Refining Sect's plan, their eighteenth generation ancestor told our ancestor... We also voluntarily participated in this plan. Since we have already been cut and bleeding, what is the way out? What’s the point? I can only check and fill in the gaps..."

"Xing Luo's words are not bad..." The old monster Hua Qi and the Venerable Divine Rune nodded and looked at Zhuge Wufeng: "Old monster Zhuge, you are proficient in Qimen formations. How do you feel about this place?"

Zhuge Qimen is famous for the ancient formations, and Zhuge Wufeng was the great master of formations at that time. He had half black and half white hair, a feather fan and a turban, and an elegant temperament, just like an old Confucian who has read many poems and books: "Mysteries are refined over a hundred times." Wu Feng has admired the Dao Yun Formation of the gate for a long time. He just got to see it today. It is indeed extraordinary! Look..."

He pointed to the sky: "This place contains wind and energy. It is located under the weapon refining cave. There are semi-natural formations for use... It can collect the aura, dao marks, and even spiritual light of the weapon refining master above and gather them in the formation eye. , to assist those below in refining weapons."

"In this way, whether the weapon refiner above succeeds or fails, it is equivalent to providing supreme qualifications for the weapon refiner below, which can reduce the mysterious and mysterious probability of weapon refinement failure..."

"This can be seen from the fact that every time the Xuanji Hundred Refining Sect held a weapon refining conference, several high-quality Dzogchen magic weapons were born in the sect afterwards. Wu Feng really admires Wu Feng for using nature to its extreme and taking advantage of the world in such a way!"

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Yang Baixuan cupped his hands and said: "This is just the legacy of our ancestors... Moreover, since the big plan was set, these Taoist rhymes have been entered into the 'Wanxiang Palace', otherwise it would be difficult to refine them into their current form... Moreover, this last step is extremely crucial, otherwise my Xuanji Hundred Refining Sect would not deliberately open a sword refining conference. If there are too many such things, even this sect cannot afford it."

'Not only that... those one hundred and eight Dzogchen-level magic treasures may have also been manipulated to deliberately target the masters of the refining, absorbing their souls, cultivation, and even the charm of the refining. ...It just resonates with this authentic rhyme...'

Ancestor Wanhun's eyes flashed with a faint light, and he thought to himself, but in the end he did not cry out.

Yang Baixuan was still explaining: "When the Sword Refining Conference starts and the last wave of Tao Yun is poured into the 'Wanxiang Palace', the last step can be started... According to the secret records in the door, the key difference between spiritual treasures and magical treasures is It depends on the true spirit of the magic weapon! Therefore, this last step of "refining the spirit" is also the easiest to fail. After the natural disaster, it is not that there are no sects who have tried to refine the spirit treasure. There are many people who failed at this step, so I am suffering. After thinking for a long time, combined with the experience of cultivation in this world, I finally decided on the last step, not to 'point the spirit', but to 'seize the spirit'! Blood sacrifice was made to an ancestor who returned the elixir, and the monk's true spirit was poured into the semi-finished spiritual treasure to replace the spirit. Baozhenling!"