After dinner, Zhao Yuan went to Wan Ling'er's alchemy room.
Wan Ling'er occupies a huge room in Xuantian Temple as the alchemy room. Of course, Wan Ling'er's alchemy room is not called the alchemy room. It is still named "Alchemy Realm" like the cave in Xiaoyang Mountain.
When Zhao Yuan came to the alchemy room last time, the alchemy room had not yet been named.
When Zhao Yuan saw the two familiar crooked characters "Dan Jie", his heart felt inexplicably warm.
The door to the Alchemy Realm is ajar, but on the door are written a few heart-stopping bright red characters: There are vicious dogs inside, no one can enter!
Is there a vicious dog inside?
Looking at those eight bloody and violent characters, Zhao Yuan couldn't help but laugh or cry. He knew that Wan Ling'er never kept pets and would never really keep a dog. These words were probably an element of intimidation.
Without thinking, Zhao Yuan pushed the door open and went in.
roar!
roar!
roar!
…
As soon as the door was opened, several strong gusts of wind rushed in. Along with a deep and thick roar, several huge black figures rushed towards Zhao Yuan.
What a vicious dog!
That huge black shadow was so brave that Zhao Yuan didn't think much about it. Instead, he took a step forward, spread his fingers, grabbed two vicious dogs, and clasped his hands together, and the two caught vicious dogs were thrown to the others and jumped.
A jumping vicious dog.
Peng!
Peng!
Peng!
Ouch, ouch, ouch...
There was a series of dull heavy blows, and then a series of mournful cries, and the room became quiet.
At the same time, Zhao Yuan also entered the alchemy world.
Where are the vicious dogs?
Looking at the empty doorway, Zhao Yuan was dumbfounded. He had just caught the vicious dogs and let them collide. Moreover, he also controlled the force so as not to kill Wan Ling'er's pet.
"Zhao Yuan, you've come to see me." Wan Ling'er was busy in front of some bottles and jars. When she saw Zhao Yuan barging in, she suddenly looked surprised and jumped up to him, wrapping her arms around Zhao Yuan's face.
With his arms, a charming look on his face, and his short ear-length hair, he looked like a boy with delicate features.
"Well..." Seeing the surprise on Wan Ling'er's face, Zhao Yuan felt very ashamed.
"Zhao Yuan." Zhao Yuan leaned on Zhao Yuan's arm with a happy smile on his face.
"Where were those dogs just now?" Zhao Yuan asked.
"Hehe, you killed them all. Look, the body is here." Wan Ling'er let go of Zhao Yuan and picked up some scraps of paper on the ground. There were some mysterious runes on those scraps of paper.
"Alchemy?" Zhao Yuan looked in disbelief. He didn't expect that Wan Ling'er's alchemy had reached such a superb level.
"It's not exactly an alchemy. When I was looking for the address of the alchemy world in this temple, I found some books about witchcraft. In those books, there are some driving methods. I combined the alchemy and input the energy of the magic core.
Dan Fu has created these things, but they are still under experiment. Once the experiment is successful, we can spread the beans and form an army.
Ma, it will not be easy to overthrow the Qin Empire." Wan Ling'er said proudly.
"Ling'er, you are so awesome!" Zhao Yuan praised sincerely.
"Zhao Yuan, I'm still refining elixirs." Wan Ling'er pulled Zhao Yuan to the burning elixir furnace and said mysteriously.
"Aren't you always refining elixirs?" Zhao Yuan said with a smile.
"No, this pill is different." Wan Ling'er lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of being heard.
"What's the difference?" Zhao Yuan looked at this huge alchemy world. In this alchemy world, there were dozens of alchemy furnaces alone. The bookshelves on the walls had been emptied and filled with all kinds of large and small ones.
Bottles and cans, and in the corner, some supplies were piled up like mountains. On a workbench, a bunch of magic cores were scattered randomly, like a pile of worthless garbage.
"What I'm refining now is the elixir!" Wan Ling'er whispered in Zhao Yuan's ear.
"Elixir!" Zhao Yuan lost his voice and said.
"...please keep your voice down, please. Once this elixir is refined, we can become immortals together, then... we can..." Wan Ling'er's face showed a hint of blush, and her voice became smaller and smaller.
"Thank you, Ling'er." Zhao Yuan felt inexplicable pain in his heart.
"Zhao Yuan, after we're done, I'll let whoever I want to become an immortal become an immortal. At that time, I'll have hundreds of immortals as my bodyguards, and I'll beat up anyone I don't like. Just like I am now, I can have as many gods as I want.
There are as many divine warriors as there are warriors..."
"Did you create those divine warriors?" Zhao Yuan was stunned.
"Of course, besides this girl, who else can have such a great ability." Wan Ling'er said with a proud look on his face.
"What method did you use?" Zhao Yuan asked curiously.
"The elixir! I have refined the energy of the demonic core into the elixir, which can be absorbed quickly, and help them eliminate the violent energy. As long as they are ninth-level berserkers, take my 'God-creating elixir',
It only takes one month to refine the god-making elixir, and you can become a god warrior. However, it is still a bit regretful...my elixir is only effective for ninth-level berserker warriors." After saying this, Wan Ling'er looked frustrated.
"This cultivation method cannot be achieved overnight. Most of the ninth-level berserkers have experienced hundreds of battles. If they were not misled by the temple because of their cultivation methods, they would have reached the level of divine warriors long ago. Your elixir has inspired
Their original strength allowed them to advance to the level of divine warriors in a very short time... You are already very powerful!"
"Hehe, Zhao Yuan, they said that I am a fairy who came down to help the humans of the Demonic Core Continent." Wan Ling'er had a narrow smile on his face.
"That's what you are." Seeing Wan Ling'er happy, Zhao Yuan was also inexplicably happy.
"Yes, I am a fairy. By the way, you can use these elixirs for self-defense. They are very easy to use..."
Wan Ling'er walked over to the bottles and jars, took out a lot of things and stuffed them into Zhao Yuan, and then Fu Er told Zhao Yuan the method of driving the alchemy talisman. He exhaled like blue, and suddenly, Zhao Yuan's heart jumped sharply.
He quickly held his breath, concentrated his mind, and firmly remembered the driving method taught by Wan Ling'er.
"Zhao Yuan, I'm going to Devil's Corpse Ridge. Some people say that a powerful golden-armored devil has wandered there." Wan Ling'er didn't notice that Zhao Yuan's face was hot, and he started to pack up and prepare to set off.
"I'll go with you."
"Really?" Wan Ling'er stared at Zhao Yuan.
"certainly."
"Great, great, let's go, they are waiting for me outside the city, hurry up!"
Wan Ling'er suddenly became excited and quickly packed up. Then, he took out a few palm-sized paper dogs and placed them at the door, then led Zhao Yuan and jumped away.
The two of them quickly arrived at the city gate.
The city gates of Crescent City are open at night, because there will be a large number of hunters coming in and out constantly, and there are also some businessmen waiting under the city gate to buy magic cores. It is very different from a night market, and it seems very lively.
Of course, although the city gate is open, the security is extremely tight. In addition to the city walls, there are clear posts and hidden sentries. At the gate, there are dozens of fully armed and burly soldiers standing. If anything happens, the city gate will immediately
Can be closed.
When Zhao Yuan appeared under the city gate, he suddenly became quiet.
Everyone's eyes fell on Zhao Yuan, and there was extremely high respect in his eyes.
When Zhao Yuan passed under the city gate, dozens of soldiers in armor paid attention to Zhao Yuan, with their chests straightened, as if they were being inspected by a leader, solemn and solemn.
By this time, it was completely dark.
After the two people walked out of the city gate, they saw a group of people chatting not far away.
"It's them." Wan Linger happily shouted to the group of black figures, then took Zhao Yuan's hand and walked over.
When he was dozens of feet away, Zhao Yuan felt a fierce and powerful murderous aura coming towards him. Even with Zhao Yuan's bravery, he still felt like his heart was beating with fear.
What a ferocious killing spirit!
Worthy of being a divine warrior!
"Yes...it's Brother Zhao!"
A tall middle-aged man spotted Zhao Yuan first and quickly bent down to salute, with a look of awe on his face.
Immediately, dozens of people saluted Zhao Yuan one after another. In addition to awe, there was also an indescribable enthusiasm on their faces.
After greeting a group of people, everyone lit torches and headed towards Devil's Corpse Ridge. Intentionally or unintentionally, everyone surrounded Zhao Yuan and Wan Ling'er. Obviously, they all followed the two of them.
"Zhao Yuan, you are much more popular than me."
Wan Ling'er pouted, with a dissatisfied look on his face, and muttered.
"They are better than me." Zhao Yuan lowered his voice and smiled bitterly to himself. Most of these people were warriors of gods and demons, and they were all more powerful than him.
"No, they respect you so much. Every time they mention your name, they all look up to you with admiration."
"..." Zhao Yuan was speechless.
"Hehe, Brother Yuan, I won't be jealous of you. You have gained a lot of prestige by fighting in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. They all worship you from the bottom of their hearts. Every time they mention you killing corpses all over the city wall.
All over the place, they look fanatical... Hehe... Actually, I'm just talking, they treat me as your...as your...woman..." Wan Ling'er said, but stopped again.
