The first cause of all realms

Chapter 949 Sorting out the results, you need to refine the magic knife!

Is he still alive?

Chewing these words, Yang Jue couldn't help but throb deeply in his heart.

Although there was only half a sentence, Yang Ju could smell a huge storm, which was hidden in a high place that he couldn't even see at the moment.

But one day, I'm afraid it will touch...

"Are the gods returning?"

"call!"

Yang Jue took a deep breath, suppressed the throbbing to digest slowly, and turned to look at the various ingredients in the cauldron of gluttony that had faded.

The energy storage needed for the gluttony cauldron to refine the ingredients does not change with the level of the ingredients, but the process of energy storage still inevitably makes him swallow gold and iron.

Of course, with his current appetite and efficiency, this process only takes three or two days.

【Stop refining】

[Refinement Proceeds: The True Shape of the Blood Transforming Sword]

The ingredients are different from the recipes. Every time you refine it, you will get something. It doesn't matter whether the refining is successful or not, only the progress of the refining.

Therefore, even if the refinement was forced to be interrupted this time, Yang Qiu still got something.

only……

"It's not a three-pointed two-edged sword..."

Yang Ju felt a little regretful, but it was not surprising.

After all, during the refining process, he didn't even see the shadow of the three-pointed double-edged sword. If he got the real shape of the three-pointed double-edged sword, it would be a strange thing.

[Blood Transforming Divine Sword: A genus that kills divine weapons, nourishes [-] kinds of gold and iron of different species with its own blood for tempering, and requires the "essence of Yinhuo"...]

A divine weapon is different from a magical weapon, but it also has a real shape map. In the final analysis, this is the process of refining its own magic weapon and divine weapon recorded by the gods and demons before ancient times.

However, compared to the vast array of magic weapons, there are very few magic weapons.

Compared with magic weapons, the advantage of divine weapons is that they are not limited to the types of Dao fruits, and even without Dao fruits, they can also become soldiers.

Moreover, a magic weapon can be tempered many times to learn from the strengths of various families.

The three-pointed and two-edged knife gathers the true shape of the nine-mouthed sharp edge, of course it is not without reason...

"Nine thousand nine hundred different kinds of gold and iron, the essence of Yin fire..."

Of course, the true shape map is not a brief one-line overview. Yang Jue glanced at it, and there are more than a million words in the top and bottom of the true shape map.

The requirements for various types of gold and iron, the mastery of the strength of the fire during refining, the real fire required for refining... can be described as extremely detailed.

Flipping through the real shape map, Yang Yu's mind gradually calmed down.

"Although the sword spirit in the Xuangong territory did not choose me, it seems that there is still room for it, perhaps because it is about to die..."

In the sea of ​​mind, Yang Jue pondered silently, reviewing all kinds of things in his mind, chewing and pondering about the Mystic Art Realm and his party.

It was a little pity for him not to be selected, and not to have the opportunity to become the Taoist figure of the famous judicial god of war in ancient times, but it was just a little bit.

After all, although he is now an immortal, he is not afraid of Jiuyao, but after all, he has been promoted to Shidu not long ago, and there is still a distance from Jiuyao. Although he is interested in being higher, he is not very urgent.

Of course, the more important thing is that Zhou Jue Yintian Palace is also lying in the Cauldron of Gluttony...

only……

"Why are they all ingredients?"

Holding up the pocket version of the Yintian Palace of Zhou Jue, Yang Qiu was a little puzzled.

So far, he doesn't know much about the division of ingredients and recipes, but according to his experience, most of the recipes that have other wisdom left in them are recipes.

But whether it is a three-pointed two-edged knife, or this Yin Tiangong, they are all ingredients.

"Is it because of the sword spirit? Or..."

On the hill, Yang Jue sat quietly and adjusted his breath, even though he noticed that Hong Fa'er was waking up, he didn't care, he was still thinking about it.

What he experienced before and after this incident made him even more afraid of those gods and demons in ancient times.

Yang Daoren's words raised his fear to the extreme.

If his body is still alive, what about the supernatural powers such as Judicial God of War?

His eyes fell on the Bajiu Xuangong mirror, which appeared after he started to learn Bajiu Xuangong, which can reflect his various cultivations and the most complete state.

At this moment, in the mirror, he sat cross-legged, covered with golden light, surrounded by thunder, and sat on the idol with the big sun in his arms.

And that wisp of black air, now there is only a faint wisp left, sticking to the eyebrows like ink drops.

This is the calamity, and it is also an opportunity to improve and break through the Bajiu Xuangong.

Bajiu Xuangong is a sacred method of avoiding robbery that was widely circulated in ancient times. It is easy to learn but difficult to master.

Eighty-nine profound arts, no calamity will not advance, no calamity will not transform, no calamity will not change.

And the more profound the cultivation, the more difficult it is to practice.

The so-called calamity is related to cultivation base, the more advanced one is, the less calamity he can encounter, and the more terrifying it will be.

As a matter of fact, with his current practice, even the water-distributing dragon generals, such as the Nine Glorious Peaks, cannot be doomed.

"Hands and eyes reach the sky, Daoren Yang..."

Thinking back to the weird Taoist in the refining illusion, Yang Yu was shocked but not panic, and perceived the catalog of ten thousand immortals.

hum!
A bright yellow light appeared in my heart, and a shining golden list appeared in front of me.

"Ten capitals of the Juyun Gold List..."

Yang Jue glanced over and saw that his name was at the top of the list.

Those who have dominated the top ten capitals for hundreds of years, Old Devil Cholera, Boy Han Chan, and Daoist Bi, were all suppressed by him.

He had been aware of this for a long time, and he didn't care much about it. As a human being, he was overwhelmed by the ten capitals, which really didn't make him very happy.

On the contrary, this catalog of ten thousand immortals did not identify a human immortal, and still listed him on the top list of ten capitals, which made him feel more interesting.

What made him even more curious was the Juyun Golden Pagoda mentioned above.

According to the legend, Longquan Realm has been the gathering place of all mysteries for millions of years...

"Can the leader of the list enter this tower in advance?"

Almost no need for him to sense, all kinds of information emerged in his heart, as if he could enter this tower with a single thought.

but……

"Can I enter once a year? There is no need to be too eager..."

Digesting a lot of information, Yang Yu didn't rush in, he was really not in a good state at this time.

"The essence of Yin fire!"

Yang prison asked.

However, the Ten Thousand Immortals Catalog trembled slightly, but there was no response...

"Insufficient authority? Or..."

Taking a deep breath, Yang Jue slowly opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Hong Fa'er's red eyes.

The corners of this born noble's eyes were still bloodshot, it could be seen that he hated to the extreme, and his eye sockets burst.

"South Ridge!"

The three or four feet tall Daozi of the Wanyao Cave felt extremely aggrieved, but Yang Jue only flicked his fingers and let him go.

Pfft!
Hong Fa'er subconsciously wanted to get up, but unexpectedly fell hard:
"You are so cruel!"

Limbs, lute bone... It can be said that except for the dantian, his whole body was almost completely restrained.

But the scary thing is, he has no impression at all...

"I really lost my memory..."

Yang Jue stroked his chin.

With his eyesight, he can naturally see that Hong Fa'er's memory is indeed damaged, but will the memory recover?

"you……"

Hong Fa'er was horrified, startled and angry.

But at this moment, his state is extremely bad, and the person in front of him seems to be much stronger than that night, and he is not really fearless.

"Want to die or live?"

After a long time, Yang Jue spoke, Hong Fa'er's face was gloomy, but he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

He realized that the person in front of him really wanted to kill him...

"live!"

It was difficult for Hong Fa'er to return, and her aggrieved heart became more and more aggrieved.

Of course he is not afraid of death, but he doesn't want to die either, especially if he is so confused...

"Do you know, the spirit of Yinhuo?"

Yang prison asked.

In the Ten Thousand Immortals Catalogue, there is a vast amount of information, but he has not looked up the essence of Yinhuo, and he does not know whether his authority is insufficient, or such information has been completely covered up.

The Red Demon King and his son of Wan Yao Cave are the top fire masters in the world. If anyone knows, then these two people are the most likely.

"Humph!"

Hong Fa'er snorted coldly, he didn't want to answer in case he didn't want to answer, but he still held his nose and answered:

"do not know!"

"Oh?"

Yang Ju's eyes dimmed slightly, and Hong Fa'er felt his hairs explode.

"Yes, I know something..."

"Tell me."

"The essence of yin fire is one of the myriad fires of the heavens that have been handed down in ancient times. It is born of heaven and earth, and transformed by yin evil..."

Hong Fa'er gritted her teeth:
"It is said that within the Tianli Sect, there is a side that leads directly to the Netherworld, and inside, there is this fire..."

He didn't want to cooperate at all, but he always felt that the eyes of the person in front of him seemed to have the ability to penetrate people's hearts, so he could only answer vaguely.

"Tianli religion?"

Yang Qiu didn't believe him completely, but he saw that he had nothing to hide, so he stood up for himself.

"you……"

Hong Fa'er had many doubts and indignation, but Yang Jue naturally didn't answer his interest, opened his sleeves, secretly urged the human race bag, and put it in his pocket.

This Red Fa'er's Samadhi True Fire has some effect on him, maybe it can help him sharpen his blood, and go further on the road of immortal cultivation.

It's fine if you don't touch it, since he bumped into the door by himself, he naturally has no reason to let it go.

But he didn't travel very far when his heart moved and he fell from a high place.

In the dense forest, a pair of master and apprentice stood up with pained faces. Before they could complain, they saw a pair of red clothes.

"Senior Nanling!"

Yan Xia was taken aback, and saluted in awe.

"Thank you for the rescue of Nanling Daoist friends that day, and I am very grateful..."

Jiang Shentong stepped forward in a solemn voice, bowed and saluted, and introduced his background.

Naturally, he couldn't see that the person in front of him was the nameless temple master 'Yu Yang' whom he had met many times before.

"Efforts with a little effort, what's the point?"

Yang Ju couldn't point it out, he only smiled slightly, but he could already see that these two people also seemed to have lost their memories.

"Fellow Daoists have high righteousness, but poor Taoists dare not forget them. If you are asked to do so, you will not dare to refuse..."

Jiang Shentong only bowed a few times before rubbing his temples:
"I don't know what happened to you? Pindao woke up in a daze, only to feel that his memory is lacking, and he stayed at the time when that evil dragon was reciting the praise..."

Yan Xia also nodded repeatedly.

"Since fellow daoist doesn't know, it's better not to know."

Yang Yu didn't answer.

There must be a reason for the saber spirit to chop off other people's memories, and he didn't intend to go into it, but he won't reveal anything after getting so many benefits.

"Too……"

Jiang Shentong thought that this person had also lost his memory. Although he was very curious, he couldn't help feeling a little in awe, so he kept silent.

The two exchanged a few words, and Yang Jue didn't hide anything, and revealed his intentions:
"Dare to ask friends, where can I buy different types of gold and iron? The more types, the more complete the better..."

The amount of materials needed to temper the sharp edge far exceeds that of the Yuanci Five Elements Mountain. Naturally, the imperial court behind Han Xuantong is not enough.

"Alien gold and iron?"

Jiang Shentong was slightly taken aback, and when he looked at Yang Yu's eyes, he became extremely horrified:

"Fellow Daoist, you, are you really a loose person?!"

As we all know, disciples of sects seldom ask outsiders for refining magic treasures. Any one sect is driven by at least one or two dynasties, and they communicate with each other, and treasure refining is rarely lacking.

There are hundreds of countries in Nanling, and all countries in the world, all of which are controlled by sects.

For example, the Cangjiang Gate, which governs the three major dynasties including the Qianyuan Dynasty, is driven by hundreds of millions of people, and there is no need to do anything at all, and all kinds of cultivation resources come rolling in...

"What's wrong?"

Wearing the name of Nanling, Yang prison is not afraid of revealing anything at all.

"No, it's just, it's really hard to believe..."

Jiang Shentong stuttered a little, and was really frightened.

He has practiced for hundreds of years. Although he does not have the key of ten thousand immortals, he also knows how difficult it is to be at the top of the gold list.

Even if it is the true preacher of the seventeen families, if there is only one among the top ten!

He always thought that this Sword Immortal Nanling was a true Daoist from another holy place, but he never expected that he was actually an undisciplined person...

"Speaking of which, most of the resources related to cultivation in this world are all controlled by the holy places of various sects, but the path of scattered people has not been completely blocked after all, and it is not that there is no place for fellow Taoists... "

Jiang Shentong thought for a while and said:

"There are actually quite a few places like this, but the most famous one is Nanling. Then, there is only 'Quest City'."

"Seeking City? That seems to be a sect, right?"

Yang Ju is not ignorant of the sects in this world.

The world of Longquan has long been divided by the sects of the holy lands. There are various rules outside, and there are naturally no lack of rules inside.

It is also an unspoken rule that sects are not allowed to open markets with each other.

"It doesn't count."

Jiang Shentong thought for a while and said:

"Since Emperor Longquan divided the world up to now, seventeen families have controlled the world for nearly ten thousand years, but it's not like we're scattered people from my generation without success...

The lord of the seeking city, Ying Xuanlong, is one of them. It is said that he was already the pinnacle of nine glory thousands of years ago.

"Search for the city lord, Ying Xuanlong..."

Yang Yu's heart moved the Ten Thousand Immortals Catalogue, and what he saw was only a few sentences, which was not as complete as what Jiang Shentong said.

"It is said that this city lord has the blood of a great demon and possesses an extremely powerful killing spirit treasure. Therefore, he was able to open a mountain gate in the land of Nanling..."

Jiang Shen told everything, and answered all the questions one by one.

The two asked and answered, Yan Xia waited at the side, at first he was very pleasantly surprised to see this sword fairy, but then he just felt bored.

"Thank you fellow daoist for clarifying..."

After a long while, Jiang Shentong's mouth was a little dry, so Yang Qiu bowed his hands and thanked him.

"Fellow Daoist is really polite."

Jiang Shentong returned a salute, seeing that this person was about to leave, he seemed to think of something:
"By the way, if fellow daoists need a lot, there is another place to go..."

　Good night……

　
(End of this chapter)