Dancheng, the crowd is like the sea.

It was already night, but there were no stars. It was just because of the empty dark clouds that covered the vast sky. Sometimes lightning and thunder were roaring. People in the world sacrificed many illumination spirit beads and became loyal viewers. It has been a day since Ye Chen refined the alchemy, and the strange phenomena of the alchemy frequently appeared, but no elixir was seen.

"It's quite time-consuming to refine the Nine-patterned Pill!" Gu Santong sighed.

"There are thousands of kinds of materials alone, and the refining process is so complicated that it is impossible to produce pills in one or two days." Tai Er Zhenren stroked his beard and also knew some pills, or in other words, he had studied it.

"Calligraphy is the supreme opportunity."

The older generation of alchemists have warned the younger generation more than once that Ye Chen chose to refine alchemy in the Dancheng City, which also has this meaning. I hope that the younger generations can understand some secrets from this alchemy.

Needless to say, the younger alchemist is still staring at me, and even the older generations are staring quietly. One pattern is the original intention, the nine patterns are the great way, and the mystery of the alchemy is also the enlightenment.

Crack! Crack!

The sound of bone shattering is still so crisp, and it comes from Ye Chen's body.

The dark thunder and lightning on his body, the thunder of heaven, were still tormenting him. His holy body was torn apart again and again, and was reshaped again and again, like a cycle of reincarnation, extinction in destruction, and reviving in destruction.

"Terrorizing the alchemy to refine the alchemy, the elixir holy fruit is against the will of heaven."

Dan Zong whispers lightly, it is most taboo to distract the spirit when refining alchemy.

Ye Chen's so tidying is tantamount to the difficulty of refining alchemy. With a compassion, he may blow up the furnace and destroy his body. If the alchemist is not calm, any disaster may occur.

"Working to open the blood limit, breaking through the Naihe Bridge to open the blood limit, and now refining the alchemy, and still refining the blood limit. I don't know what to do when I go to bed, will he also open the blood limit?"

Xiao Lingwa muttered, squatting on the Moon Emperor's shoulder, sighing constantly. As he said this, his little hands were extremely restless and always wanted to touch the Moon Emperor's cheek. The touch should be good.

The Moon Emperor said nothing, picked him up with one hand and threw him out at will.

Many old guys watched Xiao Ling King fly away. Although the little guy is not very tall, his posture is still very domineering. He also wants the Queen of Chu, he deserves to be thrown away.

"Can you open the blood limit?"

On this side, Master Long held his hands and was thinking about this matter. Sometimes he would look up at the four directions. There were countless people who cursed the sky, and there were also many people who were punished by the heavens. However, only Ye Chen opened the blood limit, making him unconsciously think that the holy body also has privileges in a certain field.

"That guy is here too." Long Yi pulled the corner of Master Long's clothes.

As for the guy he mentioned, he originally refers to the eternal body of a man, who came from afar, dressed in plain clothes, looked indifferent, and had no joy or worries. He stood in the corner of the crowd, looking silently.

His arrival made Long Wu's sideways and his dim eyes flashed with shock.

"It's hard to defeat him." Shura Tianzun said leisurely. He had fought with the male immortal body. Regardless of the victory or defeat, the opponent's combat power is really terrifying. In comparison, Long Wu's combat power is a bit scumbag, and the two of them are not at the same level.

"One day, I will defeat him." Long Wutan said, then closed his eyes.

"What a stubborn child." The ancient Qilin Jiuchen sighed, and wanted to take back his wife. It was actually very easy to find the holy body Ye Chen, the Dongshen Yaochi, the sword god of the heavens, the saint, and the emperor's concubine. Any one of them could defeat the immortal body. But Long Wu was a stubborn mind and insisted on defeating him with his own hands. If this situation continues, it may not be possible to die. The ruthless man who has to die is not a ruthless person who has to die.

"There is a saying that I don't know whether to speak or not." Shura Tianzun said leisurely.

"If you have a fart, just let it go!" Jiuchen glanced at the Heavenly Lord.

"Would you like me?" Tianzun said meaningfully.

Jiuchen's eyes turned slanted. He glanced up and down at this guy, and looked through inside and out. He admired this bitch from heaven, and said it just to want to bleed me!

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

When the two were amused, the quasi-emperor of Tianxuan Gate sacrificed the imperial weapon and protected the four directions. Since it was a very bad day, there might be trouble. Then you have to protect Ye Chen and you can't let the evil demon die in vain. Anyone who makes trouble will be attacked by thunder.

"What a great person! I'll be gone if I say nothing." Fu Ya sighed.

The old people are not serious and have the same state of mind. Although the evil girl beats them a lot on weekdays, her relationship is still good. Seeing her burial as a soul, it is inevitable to feel sad. There are no evil spirits in the world, and at first glance, my heart is still empty.

On Yuntai Mountain, Ye Chen brushed his hands again, and three kinds of immortal materials were put into the alchemy furnace. As they merged into it, the prototype of the alchemy condensed a little, and the nine elixir patterns on it were also much brighter. The chaotic fire surging, submerging the prototype of the soul-resurrendering pill again and again, washing away the dew for it.

Time passes, and dawn is coming again in a blink of an eye.

Today, a red glow reflected from the east and the dark clouds rolling in the sky finally dissipated, and Ye Chen had no blood limit anymore, and the thunder in his body was also annihilated.

He did not scold the sky anymore, but only focused on refining alchemy. Although he had high attainments in alchemy, he refined the Nine-Search Pill for the first time, and could not tolerate any mistakes. Refining the Nine-Search Pill was extremely exhausting. Even his majestic qi and blood could not hide the paleness on his face, with blood in his eyes and fatigue.

The king picked up a pill and bounced it into Ye Chen's body the next day. Many old quasi-emperors also sacrificed elixirs to help Ye Chen recover their energy. The holy body that had been fully developed in half a step showed fatigue. It can be seen that the nine-patterned pills are difficult to refine. If it were an ordinary alchemist, they would have probably fallen long ago.

"Still hold on." Old Di also brushed his sleeves and sent out an eight-patterned pill.

Ye Chen did not say anything, while controlling the flames, he glanced back slightly, looking at the misty and nothingness, his pair of dazzling golden eyes almost narrowed into a line, and his eyebrows also frowned.

Just a moment ago, the feeling of being stared at again, and it was extremely strong. I don’t know who was peeping at him, but I always felt that there was a pair of cold and silent eyes hidden in the dark. It was not in this world, it was extremely far away, so far that it made him look confused, as if it was at the end of time. His eyesight was limited and it was difficult to see through and find the source.

"What are you looking at?"

The old quasi-emperors who knew him also looked up and Ye Chen stared at him like that. There must be something strange. However, they couldn't see him. There was nothing except Piaomiao, but Piaomiao.

For this reason, many people even activated the imperial weapon and looked at it inch by inch, but they still found no clue.

After a long time, Ye Chen closed his eyes and raised his hand to throw a fairy grass into it.

Buzz!

The alchemy furnace was buzzing, and the colorful colors squirted out, surrounding the alchemy furnace, evolving the vision of the alchemy. The richer elixir fragrance surged out like a sea, nourishing Ye Chen's body and living creatures from all directions. People in the world were inhaling violently, especially the old guys, and they felt refreshed after taking a breath. If their life span was like the dry land, these wisps of elixir fragrance were a clear spring, watering the barren area.

Buzz!

The formed soul-resurrender pill trembled gently, and the halo of the pill spread out, layer after layer. Wherever the halo passed, the spirit of the world was shocked, because it contained some elixir and essence, like nectar, pouring over the world, with some kind of divine power.

Night comes quietly again.

If you look closely, you can see the starry moonlight scattered into the elixir furnace. It is not led by Ye Chen, but the elixir is swallowing and absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon. It is spiritual. While integrating into the essence of the immortal materials, it is also replenishing nutrients on its own and precipitating the most original power of the world.

"Three days and three nights are too time-consuming." King Wu of Eastern Zhou whispered.

"Do you think it's so easy to produce the Nine-Secret Pill?" said the Son of Sun and Moon.

"If this pill is sold for sale, how much does it cost?" Xiong Er wiped the corner of his mouth, his small eyes gathered, his mind full of money, and he was as obsessed with money as ever.

The people around him all looked slanted, their eyes were all slanted. You little fat man, you are really a clear stream! That is the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill, and you actually want to sell it for money. Who can afford it? Did you get a water in your brain or was kicked by a donkey?

Xiong Er's dry cough is more optimistic about Qian and Yuanshi than elixirs. His father taught him since he was a child that money can make the devil push the mill. Therefore, he has been a businessman since he was a child and has a special liking for money. Most of the time he always thinks about how to make money, so his combat power is very touching.

In the distance, Ye Chen stood up like a moment.

From today on, his alchemy speed has been the slowest. It will take a few hours before he will invest a fairy grass. The alchemy saint dare not be careless. The refining of the alchemy has reached the late stage and cannot be anxious.

He still understood the principle that hasteness would not be understood, and he had no time to curse the sky, and even did not even look at the bloodshot eyes, just staring at the Dan.

The vast cloud platform was already covered with elixir. The air was flying, and the fragrance of elixir was full of rich elixir fragrance, like a sea of ​​stars wandering around in the clouds and fog. Ye Chen's figure was slightly blurred. The younger generation with weak cultivation was no longer invited. Only the prototype of Ye Chen's back was left in their eyes. Only the older monks could see that the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill is too extraordinary. The elixir carries mysterious power and can block people from peeping. The elixir has such divine power. You can imagine how terrible the real Resurrection Pill is.

Buzz!

The elixir suddenly buzzed, and the colorful colors blew again, rain and mist were shrouded, and the surging elixir was filled with turbulent elixir, the ocean of qi was really rolling with waves, and the universe dyed with more spirituality.

In a moment, too many old guys couldn't help but sacrifice magic weapons to collect the elixir energy that was wandering. If they were tempered and condensed into essence, they would definitely replenish their lifespan.

However, no one dares to do it. It is the energy of the soul-resurrecting the spirit of the soul. It is the energy of the soul breathing. It will disturb the spirit of the alchemy. It is the rhythm of finding a fight.

“So depressing.”

Xiong Xiaoer said blankly, with a elixir coming towards him, but he felt difficult to breathe.

Not only him, but too many younger generations are like this. The rich elixir fragrance is so heavy that they can't breathe. For a few moments, they even feel suffocating.

Yes, the Nine-Screen Pill is similar to the emperor among monks, and is naturally free and powerful.

"This power alone is far from comparable to the Eight-Second Lines." The alchemists sighed so much. The alchemy energy was so heavy. If it was a real pill, it would be as strong as it could reach the sky, and even the universe could be destroyed!

"What's more, the Emperor's Dao Divine Pill."

Those who have seen the alchemy god refining alchemy have expressed this sentence. The Emperor Dao divine pill has also had the elixir air flowing, but compared with the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill, it is a little worse than the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill.

ps: I was delayed yesterday. I will reply to everyone’s message as soon as possible after I finished my work.
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