"Hey!" Jiuli sighed helplessly. If a monk above the stage of transformation to the gods came to refine this eighth-grade infant-refining pill, with the guidance of Jiuli, a master of alchemy, he would be able to successfully refine it easily.
But the spiritual fire in Zhan Ziyang's body was too weak to compare with the monks in the transformation stage, so the alchemy failed in the end.
A few hours later, Zhan Ziyang slowly woke up, took the pill that Jiuli still came over, which was charred black, half the size of a fist, and shaped like a baby, and gave a helpless smile.
The moment he fainted, he had already guessed the result. Even if the Yingying Dan was finally released, it would only be a semi-finished product of little use.
However, Zhan Ziyang is not in a slump. Since he failed this time, he will just refine it again after his spiritual fire recovers. However, although he has some remaining ingredients for refining the Yingying Dan, he only lacks the main ingredient.
So the most urgent task now is to find a five-color fruit plant
After pondering for a while, Zhan Ziyang made a decision in his heart. After the auction in the Jubao Pavilion ended, he would refine the Yingying Dan and sit cross-legged to meditate to continuously consolidate his current state.
Seven years after the reincarnation space, Zhan Ziyang put away the explanation of the formation that Jiuli specially made for him, then left the reincarnation space and quickly escaped towards Nanyang City
After handing in ten low-grade spiritual stones and getting a city entry order, Zhan Ziyang didn't stop at all and strode towards the Jubao Pavilion in Fang City. As for the city entry order he got from the last time he entered the city, he would get it as soon as he left Nanyang City.
Automatic fragmentation
At this moment, Nanyang Chengfang City can be said to be filled with traffic and people. A large number of people are rushing towards the seventh floor of Jubao Pavilion.
Zhan Ziyang followed the flow of people and slowly walked into the Jubao Pavilion
But at this moment, Zhan Ziyang's eyes were suddenly startled, and he spotted a very familiar figure from behind.
She was a beautiful woman with a voluptuous figure that made people think endlessly. She was dressed in a white floral skirt that gently enveloped her hazy and graceful body. A faint floral scent slowly floated in and penetrated Zhan Ziyang.
in his nostrils, making him feel refreshed
The waist-length black hair is spread casually behind her back, like a waterfall pouring down, swaying back and forth with the beautiful woman's swaying body.
"Moon Dance Dream!" Zhan Ziyang felt the familiar atmosphere and muttered to himself, his eyes filled with a sad light.
He didn't know what he was feeling at this moment. He admitted that he had some fond feelings for Yue Wu Meng, but that good feeling was not love between a man and a woman, but more of a kind of gratitude. But when he saw the evil surrounding Yue Wu Meng at this moment,
When I dream of that strong and powerful hand on my waist, I still can't help but feel a trace of sadness in my heart.
Yue Wumeng, who was walking forward, seemed to feel the fiery eyes that were always watching her back. She turned her head with a slight frown and glanced at Zhan Ziyang with a hint of suspicion in her eyes, revealing a shallow expression.
With a smile on his face, he turned his head and continued walking next to the handsome man next to him.
Zhan Ziyang calmed down the fluctuations in his heart slightly. When Yue Wumeng smiled at him, he also returned a friendly smile. However, when Yue Wumeng turned his head and disappeared from his sight, Zhan Ziyang's whole body suddenly changed.
It got cold
As if they were two different people from before, his eyes were cold and emotionless, and the shadow of Yue Wu Meng slowly dissipated from his heart. He was no longer the ignorant and ignorant boy ten years ago. He was now Zhan Ziyang.
He is a ruthless person who buries his feelings deep in his heart and constantly struggles to survive in this world full of killings.
Taking a faint breath, Zhan Ziyang's body was filled with a cold breath, and he followed the crowd to the seventh floor of the Jubao Pavilion.
The seventh floor of Jubao Pavilion is a large and empty hall. In this hall, except for a few teleportation arrays in the shape of five-pointed stars, there is nothing else.
In front of one of the teleportation arrays, there was a long queue. All the monks were teleported out by the specialized personnel of Jubao Pavilion after paying five low-grade spiritual stones.
Zhan Ziyang glanced lightly at the long teleportation formation, turned around and walked towards another teleportation formation with extremely few people.
"Senior, please stay. Do you have a VIP card?" A middle-aged man whose cultivation was in the early stage of True Spirit reached out to stop Zhan Ziyang as he was about to enter the teleportation array.
Zhan Ziyang glanced at the monk indifferently, without saying a word, he took out the black token given to him by the early-stage Phantom Infant monk and threw it to the early-stage True Spirit monk.
The middle-aged man also respectfully accepted the token that Zhan Ziyang still came over, without any change in his expression. At the auction held every year, he had seen many indifferent monks like Zhan Ziyang.
Even if it’s less, I won’t mind
What's more, the monks who can enter the teleportation array to the VIP area must all be people with a big background. How can he offend these people rashly? Even if his heart is full of good things, he will not show it.
The moment the middle-aged man took the black token, he separated a trace of spiritual consciousness from the sea of consciousness to detect. After confirming that it was correct, he respectfully returned the token to Zhan Ziyang and said in a calm tone: "Senior, please come in."
Zhan Ziyang nodded lightly and then stepped into the teleportation array.
This was Zhan Ziyang's first time riding in the teleportation array. When the middle-aged man moved his ten fingers, the teleportation array suddenly flashed with a white halo and began to spin rapidly.
Zhan Ziyang only felt as if his body was being pulled by some powerful force. It dimmed instantly, leaving behind pieces of shadows that passed through a special passage and appeared on the other side in an instant.
This is a very strange space. The surrounding walls are as transparent as crystal. Goshawks roar and fly past the crystal walls. The white clouds are floating under their feet, as if they are in the sky.
Looking at this strange scene in front of him, doubts flashed in Zhan Ziyang's heart. He walked out of the teleportation array with a slight frown on his brows, and a strange feeling instantly arose.
"How could this happen?" Zhan Ziyang muttered to himself suspiciously. He clearly felt that the land he was stepping on was not the sky, but the real land. However, this land was as transparent as the surrounding walls.
Slightly suspicious, Zhan Ziyang slowly transferred the power of extreme yin to his eyes, quickly glanced around, the doubts in his heart disappeared, and said to himself: "It is indeed a formation. This kind of illusion can almost be fake, and the formation can be
His cultivation level is not shallow."
In fact, Zhan Ziyang's guess is good. This strange space is indeed a large phantom array. Even the people who set up the array have reached an astonishing level on the array side. If it weren't for the special power of the Yin Spirit, even Zhan Ziyang would