Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

Lost?

The old ghost Motian was defeated?

The dignified Yuanying Master was defeated by a body refiner whose level was lower than his own!

Such a scene shocked everyone speechless and even began to doubt life.

Throughout the ages, fighting across ranks has been the most talked about topic among monks.

But often this so-called fighting across levels is limited to small levels within the same realm.

There are very few people who can cross a large realm and win in battle!

Moreover, this is still a qualitatively changed Nascent Soul realm!

When Luo Chen announced that Luo Tianzong had won the first battle, there was absolute silence, followed by a violent buzzing sound.

Everyone is expressing their own opinions on this and expressing their horror.

Even all the Nascent Soul Masters couldn't help but look sideways.

Lin Qingxuan's eyes followed the old ghost Motian who was still extremely resentful, "He is weaker than imagined!"

Fairy Fenghua looked at Wang Yuan who was coming back slowly, and her eyes were filled with brilliance, "He is indeed a junior who was favored by the Lord of Lingtian City back then. He has such strength. If he really breaks through to the fourth level of body refining, he is afraid that he will face me." A monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul is also capable of fighting."

Mr. Fu shook his head and sighed, "It's okay if Luo Tianzong has Luo Chen, but now Wang Yuan has come out, how good it is!"

Unlike his Divine Talisman Sect, who managed to cultivate a Nascent Soul cultivator only to die in an instant.

Master Xianhe, however, has a different focus. He can't help but recall the two weapons Wang Yuan used in the battle just now.

It is a real weapon, but it is completely different from the real weapons used by monks.

Wang Yuan's Gang Qi circulated, and his power increased greatly.

In the early years, I had never heard of Wang Yuan possessing these two treasures.

In comparison, Motian Laogui did not have the real weapon, so he really suffered a big loss.

Only Deng Taiyue, who often visited the Million Mountains and was quite sensitive to spiritual energy, kept his gaze on the Taihu Lake area. After a long while, he looked back at Luo Chen thoughtfully.

"He chose the battle venue in the Taihu area where spiritual energy is chaotic. In this way, the power of the field where Zhenren Yuanying can best suppress low-level monks is greatly weakened. Wang Yuan is also a body refiner, and is not suppressed by magic power. . Coupled with the presence of two powerful treasures, this old ghost was defeated unjustly!"

On Luo Chen's side, seeing Wang Yuan back safe and sound, although his expression was calm, he was really relieved in his heart.

"Are you okay?"

Wang Yuan casually put on a robe and showed a rare smile.

"With clear thoughts, there are no worries anymore!"

Luo Chen was startled, and then he also smiled.

This battle is of great significance to Wang Yuan. It is not just as simple as the weak defeating the strong, but also to get rid of the humiliation brought to him in the battle on the fighting platform.

Immortal cultivators refine their Qi and spirit, while body refiners refine their bodies and minds.

Wang Yuan himself is at the stage of the Great Perfection of the Baking Furnace Realm. Now that his thoughts are clear, he will be more confident about attacking the leak-free golden body of the fourth realm of body refining.

"Great kindness!"

Luo Chen praised, and then looked at Jiuling Yuanjun.

"Fellow Daoist Jiuling, I will trouble you next."

Jiuling Yuanjun smiled confidently, stepped onto the blue clouds, and entered Tai Lake with brilliant light.

other side.

The Nascent Soul of the old ghost Motian was still chattering, "My Motian Cliff was smelted by them, and they suppressed me when I was not prepared. Unfair, unfair!"

Master Shenyuan glanced at him and said calmly: "How can there be fairness in the world? When you intervened in the internal fighting of Luo Tianzong, did you ever think about whether it was fair to those low-level monks?"

The old ghost Motian looked at Shen Yuan angrily as if he was stressed, "You were there back then..."

"snort!"

Master Shenyuan snorted coldly, and the absolute suppression from his soul instantly silenced the old ghost Motian.

At this moment, he realized that his Nascent Soul was still suppressed by the opponent's power. His life and death were in the hands of others, so how could he dare to show his teeth to others?

But he didn't dare to let Shenyuan remove the mana. After all, Wang Yuan had seeped a few rays of bloody energy into Yuan Ying at some point. As long as there was no big mana to suppress it, Wang Yuan could detonate those rays of energy at any time.

"Just take care of yourself!"

"Leave the rest to us."

Master Shenyuan said lightly, looking at Taoist Peng Xiang who was eager to try.

"Fellow Daoist Peng, are you sure?"

Taoist Peng Xiang said calmly: "Jiuling Yuanjun is famous for his reputation, and he is said to be comparable to the great monks of the United States. Although I am at the same level as him, I have been living in Bailu Cave for many years and rarely fight with others. I don't know what I can do for him. What a level it is to the outside world.”

After hearing these words, Master Shenyuan frowned, but an idea flashed in his mind, and he relaxed his brows in an instant.

"It doesn't matter, just try your best. It's not your fault whether you win or lose."

When they said this, both of them subconsciously glanced at the old ghost Motian who was closing his eyes to expel the bloody energy.

The dignified Yuanying Zhenren was defeated by a third-level body refiner. This was still the most important dispute between the two families.

Whether he wins or loses has nothing to do with the helpers like Peng Xiang.

But when things got here, he had to take action and give everyone an explanation.

With a chuckle, Peng Xiang floated into Tai Lake.

Facing the scorching gaze of Lord Jiuling Yuan, he said loudly: "After my junior brother Tieguan returned, he once said that fellow Taoist defeated Lei Peng and took Qingshuang's punch head-on. He has the reputation of being the best among the great monks. It’s really a blessing for me to be able to compete with fellow Taoists today!”

This was said quite politely, and the implication was probably that I would stop at the point and don't ruin the harmony.

Jiuling Yuanjun raised his eyebrows and understood what the other party meant.

After all, the other party was just a helper, so there was no need to fight to the death like the old man Motian, whose body was blasted.

But...

He shook his head, "If it were ten years ago, I would be worthy of the title of the first person under this great cultivator. But with Danzong in front, I am not so thick-skinned."

The spectators all looked at Luo Chen standing on the bow in tacit understanding.

The feat of defeating the Seven Rhinoceros Great Demon King with one finger is still circulated in the East Wilderness Immortal Cultivation World even after several years.

And Luo Chen's realm is only the fourth level of the Nascent Soul!

Let's not talk too much, the focus at this moment is still on the two people in the empty Taihu area.

One black Taoist robe, solemn and dignified.

One nine-color gorgeous clothes, majestic and magnificent.

While holding their breath and concentrating, the two moved.

Pinching their fingers and chanting spells, the magic power surged, and the first move was the collision of proud spells.

A huge black deer ran out from in front of Taoist Peng Xiang, taking mysterious steps in the sky, and rushed towards Jiuling Yuanjun.

As the black deer ran wildly, the originally chaotic spiritual energy in the Taihu area seemed to be controlled, forming a surging wave of air rolling forward.

Such a scene caused the real people watching the battle to exclaim.

Especially the old ghost Motian opened his eyes, showing a look of doubt.

The spiritual energy in the Taihu area was so chaotic, why could this Taoist Peng Xiang activate it, even without distinguishing the attributes?

On the Tianhe Lingxu boat, Luo Chen was also surprised.

Perhaps seeing his confusion, the old and knowledgeable Fu Lao quietly explained: "This technique is the famous sect magic of Bailu Cave - the deer chasing technique, which uses deer to represent qi and chases it. It is said to be the highest-level magic that is closest to the magical power of transformation, and its power is extremely powerful."

After hearing this, Luo Chen's heart tightened.

He found that he still underestimated the heroes of the world.

Taoist Peng Xiang seldom walks in the world, but he has mastered such a powerful magic without knowing it.

Can Jiuling Yuanjun block it?

Under the gaze of countless people, Jiuling Yuanjun took a deep breath, raised his hands, and slowly pushed out.

The next moment, the earth was shaking, and countless stones and gravel rushed into the sky, rushing towards the black deer.

When the two came into contact, the black deer rushed forward as if it was in an empty space, without slowing down at all.

Jiuling Yuanjun's face changed slightly, the magic formula changed, and he opened his mouth and spit out a blue light.

When the blue light came out, it was like a mighty river, blending into the endless stones and gravel, and suddenly became a quagmire. The speed of the black deer was slowed down after all.

The two were in a stalemate for a long time, and the black deer condensed by spiritual energy gradually dissipated.

Crash!

A large pile of yellow sand fell to the ground, splashing a huge smoke.

Two figures were hidden in it, and their true appearance could not be seen.

Taoist Peng Xiang waved his sleeves, blew away the smoke, and revealed the figures of the two.

He showed admiration on his face, "Is this the Nine Bends of the Yellow River and Ten Thousand Miles of Sand of the Jiuling Sect? Daoist friend, you have great skills!"

Jiuling Yuanjun patted the mud and sand on his body and said in a deep voice: "You are unfathomable in terms of magic, but I am slightly better in terms of magic power."

It was not until this moment that the outside cultivators realized what had happened.

The first fight was over.

As for the result?

"Jiuling Yuanjun was at a disadvantage on the scene, but the result was actually a draw. Jiuling's magic power was too deep, and it made up for the shortcomings in the magic battle."

Luo Chen's pair of spiritual eyes saw the details of the battle clearly and made the most accurate comments.

It was at this time that he remembered that before Jiuling Yuanjun cultivated that great skill, he was most proud of his incomparable magic power.

And the most suitable way to use those magic powers is naturally various spells.

In a sense, Jiuling Yuanjun and I have some similarities, but I am more distracted and have mastered more other skills.

The first battle was evenly matched.

What's next?

It didn't take long for the two to make a move again.

A whisk evolved into thousands of white silks, covering the sky and the earth.

A black urn, with billowing black smoke, pounced on the whisk silks with its fangs and claws.

The two were in the void, constantly transforming, like pythons, snakes, dragons and dragons.

The white silk seemed soft, but it was actually sharp and pierced wherever the black smoke swept.

The black smoke was everywhere, and it always swept away a wisp of whisk spiritual light when it was broken.

This battle lasted for hundreds of rounds, and finally Jiuling Yuanjun recalled the black urn with a slightly unwilling look.

When Taoist Peng Xiang put down his whisk, there was a sign of curling and scorching on it, and even hundreds of whisk silks were missing.

That black man was so domineering!

He was thoughtful, "Is this real weapon the one that your sect relies on to collect the Nine Heavens Sky Qi as rumored?"

Jiuling Yuanjun avoided answering and just said, "This time, I lost a little."

Then he changed the subject and showed a ruthless look on his face.

"Next, fellow Taoist, be careful!"

Boom!

With a loud noise, nine-colored light shot up into the sky.

A mighty nine-colored river swept across the universe and rolled forward.

"Here it comes!"

The face of Taoist Peng Xiang suddenly became extremely solemn. This is the rumored Great Nine Heavens Sky River!

The great means to save the Thunder Prison God Peng by forcibly destroying his flesh and forcing the Qingshuang Demon Emperor to take action.

It is not a magical skill, but it has the power of magical power!

He took a deep breath, held the whisk, and stepped into the Nine-Colored Light River.

Whether it was a battle of magic or a battle of treasures, it was all about stopping at the right time.

It doesn't matter who is higher or lower.

Only this third encounter is the most important winner of this battle.

As soon as Taoist Peng Xiang entered it, there was a constant sound of crackling collisions.

Jiuling Yuanjun also gradually disappeared into the river of light, and his true body was nowhere to be seen.

The surging mana collision dispersed some of the surrounding aura that condensed the water mirror technique. Many monks suddenly had no points to observe, and an uproar broke out.

Luo Chen was not affected at all, but the golden light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, staring at the battlefield.

After observing it again and again, he had to admit that Jiuling Yuanjun was becoming more and more skilled and powerful in this method.

Xiao Qi is integrated into the magic power, and its power is truly domineering.

I have become quite good at controlling the Yuan Tu Sword over the years, but I have neglected the refining of the Chixiao Sword Qi. It is still stagnant at about a dozen strands, and I have yet to reach the level of mastery.

This is not to blame Luo Chen for neglecting the practice of the "Thousand-Sky Sword Sutra".

After all, what he wanted from the beginning of practicing this technique was to better control the Yuan Tu Sword.

As for the Chi Xiao Sword Qi, it is powerful if it is strong, but it is a one-time use. It is a waste to release it during battle.

Now it seems that he may have underestimated the upper limit of Chixiao Sword Qi.

After some calculations in his mind, Luo Chen had the idea of ​​practicing this sword for a while after settling down.

Time passes slowly.

This battle has finally come to an end.

I saw the nine-color brilliance suddenly disappear, revealing the blue sky and white sun.

Jiuling Yuanjun stood in the void, with a smile on his face, and nodded: "Fellow Taoist, I accept the concession!"

Taoist Peng Xiang stood there, his bun a little messy, and his expression was quite confused.

After a long while, he nodded regretfully, "Pindao lost, thank you Yuanjun for keeping your hand."

Then, he calmly flew back to the side of Shenyuan Zhenren and whispered something in a low voice.

Jiuling Yuanjun also flew back, and he was greeted by the cheers of mountains and tsunamis.

Victory in both battles, the Motian Domain belongs to Luotian Sect from now on!

They, low-level monks, no longer need to participate in a war with real swords.

It can be said that these two attacks by War Demon King Yuan and Jiuling Yuanjun allowed everyone to reduce their losses.

Then...

In the unwillingness of Motian Old Ghost, he announced that the Motianya monks would withdraw from the Motian Domain and choose another domain to start the war.

Seeing that hundreds of thousands of monks were about to leave, Luo Chen suddenly spoke.

"Fellow Shenyuan Taoist, we have a three-war agreement, but it is so unfinished, which is really disappointing, what do you think?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent, and everyone looked at Luo Chen with disbelief.

Two wins out of three. If you have already won, what else is there to fight for?

Do you have to provoke a great monk?

On the treasure ship, all the Nascent Soul Masters were even more anxious.

"Dan Zong!"

"Brother Luo, why is this so?"

"Shen Yuan is an old man, and his attainment of enlightenment precedes you."

"Yes, he is not a seriously injured Seven Rhinoceros Commander. You will be in danger against him!"

Even some monks from the Luo Tian Sect couldn't help but speak out and tried to dissuade him.

Wang Yuan was confused, Luo Chen had never been so reckless, why did he insist on going his own way?

Sima Huiniang and Gu Caiyi looked at each other with deep worries.

Li Yingzhang was ready to rush forward and dissuade his supreme elder.

Even if they are like this, the other sect monks and casual cultivators who participated in the opening war are extremely curious.

Is Danzong Luochen so warlike?

In a corner not far from the Luotian Sect monks, dozens of people from Qingdan Valley gathered together and talked in low voices.

"Is that still Dan Chenzi?"

"The Luo Chen I know is always polite and rarely actively crosses paths with others."

"Zhenyuan Zhenren is an old man after all. He should be given more or less respect. Why is Danzong so stubborn and so unforgiving? Even if he has won, he still wants to fight like this?"

"Moreover, it's a battle across borders!"

Regarding these comments, Master Tao Wan, the leader of Qingdan Valley, pursed his lips, but his eyes were somewhat reminiscing.

Previously, I felt that Luo Chen had changed too much and had become a stranger.

Now, this scene is intertwined with the memory of Luo Chen leading the crowd into the Yan League.

"He hasn't changed, he's always been like this!"

"He is in awe of those who are stronger and more powerful than himself, but never afraid."

"He will never hesitate to retaliate against anyone who has a grudge against him."

"So, how deep is the hatred between Master Shenyuan and him?"

Tao Wan raised her slender neck and looked at the back from a distance.

The figure took two more steps forward and raised a finger.

"One move!"

"Shen Yuan, how about you and I each use a move!"

"Could it be that you don't dare to accept it?"

After a moment of silence, there was endless noise.

Amid the noise, Master Shenyuan stopped and looked back at the man with a smile on his face, but his eyes were like the abyss of a cold pool.

Beside him, the old ghost Motian kept urging: "Fight, fight him, beat him to death! This Motian Domain was originally the headquarters for your sect to open up the Five Elements Domain. Now it is occupied by Luo Tian Sect. Guizong doesn't know what to do next." How much does it cost to gain a foothold, Shenyuan, are you willing to give it up?"

Taoist Peng Xiang of Bailu Cave comforted him: "It doesn't have to be like this. Danzong is now the talent that Mingyuan Holy Land has designated. Unless you want to kill him in public and offend the Holy Land, this battle is meaningless."

Master Shenhuo, who had been silent until now, pursed his lips and said, "Senior brother, the sect's return is imminent, so there is no need to create extra problems!"

Faced with the few words around him and the countless questioning looks because he had not responded yet, the corners of Shen Yuan Zhenren's mouth, which was covered by a black robe, slowly rose.

"I promise you!" (End of this chapter)