Refining the Mountains and Rivers

In ancient times, the spirit of the wood will be born when it is predestined. The dead spirit of the tree will not be destroyed and will flow between the soul lines. Every hundred years, one soul mushroom will be born and will wither in seven days. However, if the age of soul mushroom is over 100 years, it can become the most precious treasure of heaven and earth. After swallowing, it can obtain the soul attribute of spirit wood, and then the soul will not disappear. If you are over a thousand years old, soul mushroom will become a magic weapon of the heaven and earth. Refining into the body is the soul accompanying the ancient famous treasure!

It's said that in ancient times, there was a fierce animal with a strange name. Its violent nature caused hundreds of millions of killings, which led to the repression of the powerful people. This battle is going on without light. The strength of fierce animals and strange forces is beyond imagination. Seventy-two people who are strong in human race have fallen. They use blood essence as a guide to launch a secret recipe to kill them.

The root of strange tyranny lies in the companion soul. After this battle, the world was boiling. All kinds of information treasures about the companion soul are not useless things. Go back and choose another one. "

The girl's figure suddenly appeared, and she said lightly, "don't push forward, Danting."

Qin Huan's eyebrows were tiny. In Zhao Xiangu, someone dared to talk to elder martial brother cheap like this.

Dan Ding coughed, "Xiao Ling, you can see that Qin Huan, this stupid boy, took the soulful mushroom that he didn't use at all. Let him go in and choose it again. Half an hour, no, a quarter of an hour will do. I promise I won't bother you again. "

The girl shook her head. "No way."

Dan Ding clenched his teeth. "Lingshi, 30% more!"

"No way."

"Fifty percent."

"No way."

"Double!" Dan Ding's face twitches. "Xiao Ling, I'm just a younger martial brother. If you let people know that you can't afford to take the mushroom as a meeting gift!"

The young girl looked indifferent, "even if ten times, I will not agree. It's against the regulations of the valley to let him enter the wooden building. It's impossible for Zhao Yan to rush in and salute them. No matter what his heart is, at least he doesn't show any details on the surface. "Why do I need to ask when the old ancestor and the little martial uncle come?"

Dan Ding said that it was bad. Just now he was depressed and forgot about Zhao Yan. He thought to put the token into Qin Huan's hands. "I suddenly thought that there are still some things to deal with. Let Zhao Yan take you to do the next thing. I'll go first."

Shua -

say go, and then go, and you can't see in the blink of an eye.

Qin Huan looked at the token in his eyes and felt Zhao Yan's gloomy eyes. He probably understood why elder martial brother cheap ran faster than the rabbit. He shook his head secretly and said, "well, I didn't mean to refine the eighth furnace. Let me go."

Zhao Yan stood up straight and looked cold. "Little martial uncle, I'm serious. I must have high hopes when I brought you here. The master of the eighth furnace has been hanging in the air for many years. How dare I block it. Please follow me, martial uncle! "

Turn around and smile.

What kind of person can the ancestor be so indifferent? It must be the villain who holds his own identity and demands it. The ancestor has to accept it. The best proof is that the ancestor left by excuse. At this time, I still play the trick of playing hard to get and dignified, which is ridiculous!

No one knows that Zhao Yan, who has been suffering from no progress, may have moved God sincerely after nearly a hundred years of hard work, and finally made a breakthrough. The eighth furnace has been refined for nearly half of the time. He wanted to make a surprise by hiding the news. He would not make it public until the refining was completed completely.

However, Qin Huan wanted to refine the eighth furnace. I'll give you this chance! With the power of the eighth furnace, it will be refined after the initial recognition of the Lord. Ten out of ten will launch a counter attack. By then, it will be necessary to take off at least seven or eight layers of skin to build the foundation!

Zhao Yan was impatient with the so-called little martial uncle. What's more, Qin Huan dared to try to seize the eighth stove and destroy his foundation in Zhao Xiangu. Would he let him lose face and eat the shriveled opportunity.

Hurry all the way.

The news that the young master and uncle came to capture the eighth furnace quickly spread to the eighth furnace camp through the mouth of several guard disciples, and spread out at a faster speed.

Countless eyes fell on Qin Huan, sneering and disdaining. What a treasure the eighth stove is. It took the teacher (uncle) Jindan's later cultivation and failed to be refined in a hundred years. In the past hundred years, more than ten brilliant people have tried and failed.

It's ridiculous that the district has such ambition to build foundation!

Even the eighth round of true disciples knew something about Zhao Yan's preliminary refining of the eighth round, and their sneering faces were not covered, just waiting for the "little martial uncle" to be disgraced.

Zhao Yan stopped and said in a cold voice, "here we are, martial uncle."

In front of us is a thousand Zhang mountain. The mountain is red and there is no grass. It releases the heat. Surging heat waves, surging in the air, not yet close to be able to know, including the horror of high temperature. At the base of the mountain, there is a ten foot round closed stone gate. The temperature here is even more amazing. The burning air slightly distorts and blurs the vision.

"The eighth furnace is named jiudi. In the magma at the bottom of the earth, my martial uncle pushed the door and kept going down. You can see it naturally." Zhao Yan's mouth was raised. "I'll be here, waiting for the little martial uncle to come back."

Qin Huan's hostility to Zhao Yan and the eighth furnace disciple was very clear, and he felt helpless. It seemed that after he became Zhao Xiangu's junior martial uncle, he was out of control, looked at the red Baizhang mountain, and walked forward.

Zhao Xiangu has failed to find the new master of the eighth furnace for many years. He knows from his own depth that alchemy is barely qualified without the small blue lamp. How can he accept this treasure.Let's go through the motions!

(end of this chapter)