The First Saint of Alchemy

Just as the heavy sword was about to sweep the Buddha statue, Tang Yan withdrew his hand again.

He felt that there were many unreasonable places.

If the Buddha left a legacy, Buddhist disciples should be given priority. But which Buddhist disciple dared to be so disrespectful to the Buddha and smash his golden body?

Secondly, are the spirits on the island really afraid of being reduced to ashes? Are they pretending to be afraid?

Third, they are opposed to the human race. Will they really be kind enough to release the Buddha's legacy?

Fourth, these spirits dare not approach the Buddha statue for a hundred feet, so how can they guard the Buddha? Is it the Buddha who is suppressing them?

Tang Yan looked at the Buddha statue and released his divine thoughts to explore its interior again, but still found nothing.

After a little thought, Tang Yan deduced that there must be something inside the Buddha statue, but it is most likely not the Buddha's legacy.

Thinking of this, Tang Yan put away the heavy sword and turned to walk out.

"Fortunately, the young master put away the sword. Blaspheming the Buddha is disrespectful. It would be bad if he was punished!" The snake-headed monster said happily.

"These bald donkeys are annoying and have too many rules. It's wise for you to stay away from them!" The other spirits also praised happily.

"Yeah, I think so too. Anyway, I won't join the Buddhist sect, and the inheritance is useless to me. Let's go!" Tang Yan waved his hand, and his figure soared into the air, and flew out of the island in the blink of an eye.

Seeing Tang Yan's figure disappear into the sky, the faces of the spirits who were originally excited all sank.

"Why did this kid stop? We were just one step away from releasing the Burning Heaven Disaster Banner!"

"Once the Burning Heaven Disaster Banner appears, the disaster will spread rapidly around the banner, and all the souls of the human race will be absorbed wherever it passes.

Even the Heavenly Venerable cannot escape the fate of having their souls extracted.

By then, the human race will become our nourishment within the scope of the disaster, and that will be the paradise of all races.

What a pity, we were just a little bit away!"

"Fortunately, it was not without gain. The incomplete weapons left by the human race carry a murderous aura, which has a restraining effect on us, and the Buddha does not need to be distracted to suppress us.

Now that the kid has taken all the weapons away, we can speed up the consumption of the Buddha's holy power and break the Buddha's ban on the Burning Heaven Disaster Banner as soon as possible!"

The spirits discussed in unison.

The snake-headed spirit walked to the front and said loudly: "Brothers, we have been suppressed here for 30,000 years. The years have constantly tortured our spirits. Facing the long river of time, we are left with endless emptiness.

Although there is a way to perish, there is still a belief that supports us to persist, that is, we cannot die meaninglessly!

At least we must contribute a little bit of strength to the reappearance of the Burning Heaven Disaster Banner!

The opportunity has finally come today!

For the glory of the demon race, I will go first!"

After that, the snake-headed spirit rushed towards the Buddha statue at a high speed.

Bang!

A muffled sound came, and the spirit was shattered by the Buddha's light.

And a small black dot appeared on the Buddha's light that it hit.

"Brother Snake, I will accompany you too!" The swamp mud monster roared and rushed towards the Buddha statue.

Before it got close, a white light flew out from in front of the Buddha statue and hit it accurately.

With a scream, the swamp mud monster disappeared in this world.

In front of the Buddha statue, a figure appeared out of thin air.

"Why is it you!" Seeing Tang Yan, the spirits suddenly changed color.

"Ask the Buddha!" ​​Tang Yan did not explain, the Thunder Demon Slaying Formation took shape in an instant, and pressed towards the spirits.

Not long after, the spirits all dissipated in the mighty thunder tribulation.

As these spirits disappeared, the Buddha statue, which had originally shone with strong light, suddenly dimmed.

Tang Yan's heart moved, and he released the weapons on the island again, and the light on the Buddha became barely perceptible.

Fortunately, he secretly came back to hide and broke the tricks of these spirits.

"Suppressing Buddha" is the cover of the spirits. In fact, the Buddha is here, suppressing a secret treasure that can destroy the human race.

They stayed here to open the Buddha's suppression.

But the weapons on the island restrained the spirits, so that the spirits dared not move rashly.

I wonder if the weapons on the island are repaired, can the Buddha guard for a longer time? At least I can hold on until I die of old age...

Carefully picking through the fragments as numerous as stars, he finally put together a long sword with complete materials but broken into four pieces.

Using spiritual power to make a mold, the fire of creation of heaven and earth ignited.

Soon the long sword turned into liquid and flowed quickly in the mold composed of spiritual power.

After a while, the broken parts merged into one.

He led a water column to cool the long sword, and a brand new sword appeared in his hand.

A familiar sense of gratitude rose from the long sword and entered Tang Yan's body. Tang Yan was delighted that it really worked.

There are no less than 10,000 weapons on the island. If they are all repaired, what changes will there be?

Not feeling impatient, Tang Yan began to classify the fragments on the ground.

After about two quarters of an hour, he pieced together another complete long sword.

He repaired the long sword in the same way, and a sense of gratitude entered his body along with the long sword.

As the fragments were constantly classified, the speed at which he put together weapons gradually increased.

After a day, there were 56 more weapons in front of him.

On the second day, he repaired 137 weapons.

On the third day, he repaired 205 weapons.

…

Chuiyue Lake.

A middle-aged man finally hunted a seventh-level golden mantis, excitedly took off the beast core and its two front claws, and then went to collect a seventh-level spiritual medicine not far away - the five-colored lotus.

Putting these things into the storage ring, the man's face showed a bright smile.

He is a member of the Lingwu tribe, named Leng Ye.

As a Lingwu elite, he did not concentrate on cultivation in Wending, but was outside to carry out Wending's tasks.

Every time he completed a task, he could get points, which could be exchanged for various resources in Wending.

Although they had lost their home, fortunately Wending treated them well. As long as they worked hard for Wending, they never had a shortage of elixirs for cultivation.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly felt something strange behind him.

He turned around suddenly and found that there were five people behind him, looking at him with ill intentions.

Seeing these five people, Leng Ye's heart sank slightly.

Although four of them only had innate strength, he could not see through the strength of the man in brocade clothes who was in the lead, and he might be a master of the monarch level.

"Sir, we discovered the five-colored lotus first, but it was not mature at that time, so we were not in a hurry to take it. Please return it!" The man in brocade clothes who was in the lead said proudly.

"Things without an owner belong to those who are destined to live. You don't understand this principle, do you?" Leng Ye did not give in.

The man in brocade clothes showed a playful smile on his face: "Whether there is an owner or not, the capable one will take the place. You will understand this principle, right?

I only wanted the five-colored lotus, now give me your storage ring!"

"Here you go!" Leng Ye took off the ring and threw it over, then turned and ran.

After the man in brocade clothes took it, he found that it was a stone, and his figure flashed and chased Leng Ye.

Leng Ye felt a strong wind sweeping behind him, and hurriedly slapped back with a palm, but was stopped by the man in brocade clothes.

"A mere fifth-grade king, can you escape from my palm?" The man in brocade clothes sneered, and a powerful sword energy rushed towards Leng Ye.

The breath of death instantly surged through Leng Ye's body.

Almost subconsciously, a green light wrapped himself.

"Bang!" The sword energy swept over Leng Ye, and Leng Ye's body was knocked away.

The green light shield shattered with a sound, but he was not seriously injured.

However, Leng Ye did not have the joy of rebirth after the disaster. His face was pale and his heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

The skills of the Spiritual Witch Clan... He accidentally exposed them!

I just hope the other party didn't recognize it.

"This is a storage ring. Please put it in the next way of life. I will repay you for not killing me in the future!" Without hesitation, Leng Ye took off the storage ring, threw it to the man in brocade clothes, and then quickly ran away.

The man in brocade clothes didn't even look at the ring. His eyes were fixed on Leng Ye, full of ferocity and passion!

The sect has been investigating the Spiritual Witch Clan for so long, but there has been no progress. Finally, there is a clue!

Make a contribution and get rich today!

A tiger with white forehead and hanging eyes suddenly rushed towards Leng Ye.