Supreme Alchemy

"By the way, Ninth Brother, do you know about the First Emperor Brother?"

Xiao Yurong suddenly looked serious.

The eldest prince she calls is the eldest prince Xiao Dilin.

As for Xiao Dilin, Xiao Changfeng had not seen him since the farewell to Yin Yang Academy. At this time, hearing Xiao Yurong's words, his heart moved slightly.

He shook his head. Since returning to Beijing, he has not paid attention to the news about Xiao Dilin.

There has been no new news from Mo Ruyu.

"Brother Ninth, I heard about your one-year appointment with the eldest brother. It has been four months now, but you must be careful!"

Xiao Yurong spoke solemnly.

"I heard some rumors that the elder brother's Nine Dragons Emperor Kung Fu has reached the third level and is already at the Earth Martial Realm. Moreover, the ancestors are very optimistic about him and take him with him to personally guide him. He also has the intention of training him to become a prince. ”

The Nine Dragons Emperor Kung Fu is a heaven-level technique, and the eldest prince possesses twin martial souls and is extremely talented.

Among all the princes, he naturally attracted much attention.

Xiao Changfeng also knew about the ancestor Xiao Yurong mentioned.

That was the only saint in the Dawu Dynasty.

The great prosperity of the Dawu Dynasty was precisely because of his existence.

If the sage teaches you personally, you will naturally make rapid progress.

And this is what Xiao Yurong is worried about.

Although she knew that her ninth brother was no longer the cowardly person he was before.

But the eldest emperor's brother's strength and talent are so amazing that he can be called the first genius of the Dawu Dynasty.

Kowloon Emperor Kung Fu, Twin Martial Spirits, Saints' Teachings, and Massive Resources.

Any kind of it is something ordinary people desire but cannot obtain.

The combination of so many factors is enough to prove the terrifying power of the eldest prince.

Seeing the worry in Xiao Yurong's eyes, Xiao Changfeng smiled slightly.

"Didn't you say that I could stand on top of the world and shine brightly?"

"But……"

Xiao Yurong wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Xiao Changfeng.

"Don't worry, even if he has the guidance of Tianzun, he is still no match for me. There is no one in this world who can be my enemy yet!"

Xiao Changfeng looked confident and smiled calmly.

This scene fell into Xiao Yurong's heart and became an eternal picture.

Even she couldn't help but be infected by Xiao Changfeng's confidence.

…

I made an appointment with Xiao Yurong to watch Liu Yiyi's singing and dancing debut tomorrow.

Then Xiao Yurong waved goodbye and stepped on the soft white snow, gradually walking away.

"Teachings from saints? If it were me before, I probably wouldn't be able to compete with you, but now, even with the teachings of ten saints, I'm far behind!"

Looking at the white snow falling on the sky, Xiao Changfeng stood with his hands behind his back in front of Qingyuan Palace.

He awakened the memory of his past life, and various methods of cultivating immortals emerged one after another.

Cultivation of immortals, going against the will of heaven, pursuing the way of heaven and immortality, far beyond this world of warriors.

Not to mention the guidance of a saint, even the reincarnation of a god is far inferior to myself.

This is the basis of his confidence!

"If you have time, you have to meet Mo Ruyu. There has been no news from her recently. She seems to have made up her mind to play a delaying game with me!"

"Looks like I have to find an opportunity to beat her up!"

A sneer appeared on Xiao Changfeng's face.

"But before that, there is one more thing!"

Turning his head and looking at the spiritual energy fluctuations of the eight gates' golden talisman array, Xiao Changfeng suddenly had a strange smile on his face.

…

As night fell, there was no furniture in the Qingyuan Palace, so Xiao Changfeng sat on the floor.

However, with his immortal blue dragon body, he was not afraid of severe cold at all, so he meditated instead of sleeping.

At the same time, in the Duke Wei's mansion.

The independent attic where the Demon Spirit Master lives is now filled with ghosts and coldness.

This single-family loft has two floors.

The first floor was the last time Lu Jintang and Lu Jinlin entered.

This is the place where the Demon Spirit Master meets people every day and entertains guests.

The second level, called the Ghost Hall, is an important treasure of the Demon Spirit Master.

No one can enter here except a few special people.

In the ghost hall, there is a statue that is three meters high.

The statue has a green face and fangs, one horn and one eye, and is covered in black scales. It looks like a demon that just emerged from hell, full of ferocious and evil aura.

Under the statue, there is an old man with a clear face, kneeling on a futon.

The old man has a thin face, wears a loose black robe, long flowing sleeves, white hair and beard, almost like an immortal.

This is the feared Demon Spirit Master.

"The Lu family begged me to take action, and the Queen Mother also issued an edict. Ninth Prince, you have offended so many people, and you must die!"

After the Demon Spirit Master knelt down three times and worshiped nine times, he slowly stood up.

Wearing a loose black robe, his face was completely obscured.

At the same time, a black mist emitting shrill screams also covered his body under his control.

This is what he looks like on a daily basis.

"But since you can break my evil spirit curse, you obviously have extraordinary mental power."

The Demon Spirit Master took out a black earthen jar from the cabinet on the side.

"Such a person has a special physique. He can erase his soul, retain his body, and become my demon puppet!"

When the earthen jar was opened, the entire ghost hall suddenly went dark, becoming as dark as a ghost.

Sharp ghost cries and wolf howls appeared out of thin air, and countless black mist poured in from all directions.

There is a strange power in these black mist, which seems to be able to erode even the spiritual power.

However, a strange red light soon lit up in the earthen jar.

All the black mists retracted quickly, like the ebb tide.

Finally, the black mists disappeared completely, leaving only a blood-red crystal lying quietly in the jar.

This red crystal was only the size of a fingernail, and the strange red light flickered like breathing.

There was an evil and strange breath flowing out of the red crystal.

"Ninth Prince, this time I used the precious Eye of Nightmare, I hope you won't let me down!"

The Demon Spirit Master laughed, his laughter was sharp and unpleasant.

He stretched out his dry palm, took out the Eye of Nightmare from the jar, and pressed it on his forehead.

"Eye of Nightmare, add it to me, and lend me the power to kill in my dreams!"

The Demon Spirit Master bit his finger and carved a strange rune in front of him with blood.

Suddenly, the rune turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated in the air.

"Dream Killing Technique!"

The huge mental power roaring like the ocean instantly spread in all directions.

The Nightmare Eye between Master Mo Ling's eyebrows shone brightly.

In an instant.

The whole ghost hall wailed, and the blood light was shocking, just like a real hell scene.

Nightmare, the legendary demon god who can freely travel through dreams.

Possessing incredible means of killing in dreams.

This time, Master Mo Ling is controlling the power of nightmare to kill Xiao Changfeng in the dream.

Master Mo Ling's consciousness is like a ghost, wandering quickly above Kyoto, silently and unnoticed.

Soon, it came to Qingyuan Palace.

"Ninth Prince, I'm here to kill you!"

Master Mo Ling smiled grimly, and with the help of the power of nightmare, he broke directly into Xiao Changfeng's dream.