Thousands of feet underground.

Below the refining cave.

The scorching magma surging, with orange-red light coming out, illuminating a restricted space, surrounded by bright light, obviously protected by powerful formations.

Even the elders of the Xuanji Bailian Sect know that there is a very small number of people who know that there is this place under the weapon refining cave.

At this time, several figures turned into flowing light and landed at the highest point of a jade platform suspended above the magma.

The leader of them was an old man wearing a dark red robe, with anger and wide beard, his eyes were like a lion and tiger, and his majestic and majestic.

This person is Yang Baixuan, the great elder of Xuanji Bailian Sect. He was once a famous weapon refining master all over the world. Later, he entered the realm of returning the alchemy and gradually became silent.

Now, five hundred years have passed, he is already the most advanced in the Xuanji Hundred Refining Sect. A leakless golden elixir has been transformed seven times, and his magic power has been purified seven times, and he has gradually undergone qualitative changes, reaching an incredible level.

Even thousands of golden elixir monks are, in his opinion, just ants can be destroyed at will.

However, when his cultivation reached this point, Yang Baixuan knew that he had reached his limit. With his qualifications, not to mention breaking through the unmatched soul, even if he had completed the last second turn of the elixir in his lifetime, he would have no hope of practicing the last second turn of the elixir.

However, the golden elixir monks in this world have already seen through it and it is not in vain to be able to enjoy a thousand years.

The only thing that worried him was the sect inheritance.

Even if there are powerful people in the sect who have the Nine Turns of Revival, they can only be strong for a while. Only the ancient spiritual treasure can protect the sect for tens of thousands of years, inherit hundreds of thousands of years, and prosper.

Therefore, Yang Baixuan took over the plans of his ancestors without hesitation and implemented them to the present level.

"Old Monster Baixuan! We have handed you the bottom of our five sects. Are you sure about this last step?"

A hoarse and sharp voice sounded from behind Yang Baixuan, a monk wearing a green robe and skinny bones.

He seemed to be dying of old age in the next moment, but the faint fire burning in his eyes showed an extremely terrifying aura.

If Liang Xiao was here, he would definitely be able to recognize him at a glance. This one was an ancestor of the Corpse Yin Secret Sect.

The old monster Ten Thousand Souls Ancestor who also has a high elixir!

Even Liang Xiao had only seen him from a distance at a sect celebration.

At this time, in addition to the Ten Thousand Souls Ancestor, the Star Luo Old Immortal of the Daluo Sect, the Divine Talisman Venerable of the Tongtian Divine Talisman Sect, the Qi Transformation Monster of the Qi Yuan Sect, and even the Zhuge Wufeng, the ancestor of the Zhuge Qi Sect, all gathered together.

The five old monsters, who were all excited, worried, excited and so on, looked at the depths of the magma when they heard this.

There, as the magma rolled, the outline of a brilliant palace appeared faintly.

Nine ancient earth lung poisonous fires turned into fire dragons and hovered around them, like nine dragons snatching pearls. From time to time, a flame condensed by earth center that had been inflated for countless tens of thousands of years and poured into the glorious palace.

This palace is ninety-nine feet long and ninety feet high, with gold and jade paving, and many buildings, including bell towers, towers, beast railings, courtyards, ponds, Jiange, Yangxin Palace, Chengqian Palace, Wanbao Tower and other styles, all-inclusive and unique.

An ancient bell hung above the bell tower, which was vaguely similar to the magic treasure in Yi Tianchou's hand before.

The entire palace was filled with treasure light, and any weapon refiner would be shocked when they saw it.

Because every inch of its tiles, every floor tiles, even the doors, and even the copper nails on the doors are all magic weapons!

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And the slightly more eye-catching buildings, such as plaques, ancient bells, iron rings, etc., are actually at the level of Great Perfection!

At this time, the entire palace was constantly swallowing the poisonous fire of the ancient earth lungs. In a vague manner, all magic weapons tend to be melted into one.

"Sharp? Hum... Since the chaos of the heavenly changes, countless masters of refining weapons have exhausted their entire lives, and none of them can be refined into spiritual treasures. How can I be sure?"

Yang Baixuan snorted coldly and replied: "And... the 9,999 magic weapons we provide are of mixed quality. Fortunately, they used the secret magic method to sacrifice and refine one hundred and eight magic treasures of the Great Perfection level as the central suppression. Otherwise, this "Wanxiang Palace" spiritual treasure would not even be able to sacrifice and refine this weapon embryo!"

"What?"

The ancestor of Ten Thousand Souls almost beat his chest and stamped his feet: "This is the family foundation that our six authentic masters have accumulated for countless years... If it fails, if it fails..."

"Wanhun, we monks, should we have some mental cultivation level that is not astonished as the sky falls. Have your heart been eaten by a dog?"

The old immortal Xingluo spoke slowly: "The 18th generation of ancestors of the Xuanji Bailian Sect told us... We also volunteered to participate in this plan. Since we have cut our flesh and bleeding, what way to retreat? We can only check for the shortcomings and make up for the leaks..."

"Xingluo's words are not bad..." The old monster transforming into Qi nodded and looked at Zhuge Wufeng: "Old monster Zhuge, you are proficient in the formation of Qimen. How do you feel about this place?"

The ancient formations above Zhuge Qimen are famous, and Zhuge Wufeng was the master of formations back then. This man's hair was half black and half white, with a feather fan and a scarf. He was elegant in temperament, just like an old scholar who was well-read about poetry and books: "Wufeng has admired the Taoist formation of the Xuanji Bailian Sect for a long time, and he has only seen it today. It is indeed extraordinary! Look..."

He pointed above: "This place Ksitigarbha wind absorbs energy, located under the weapon refining cave, there is a semi-natural array pattern for utilization... It can collect the aura, Taoist marks, and even spiritual light of the weapon refiner above, gather in the array eye to assist the people below to refine weapons."

"In this way, whether the weapon refiner above succeeds or fails, it is equivalent to providing supreme resources for the weapon refiner below, which can reduce the mysterious probability of the weapon refiner in the dark..."

"This shows how Wufeng admires the formation of the ancestors of the Xuanji Bailian Sect when the weapon refining meeting was opened before. This is true that Wufeng admires the method of the Xuanji Bailian Sect's ancestors' formation, which has reached the point of using natural creation to the limit. This method of taking a penny from the world and benefiting oneself is really a bit admired!"

...

Yang Baixuan bowed and said, "This is just the legacy of our ancestors... Moreover, since we made a big plan, these Taoist rhymes have been thrown into the 'Wanxiang Palace', otherwise it would be difficult to refine them into the current form... Moreover, this last step is extremely critical, otherwise my Xuanji Bailian Sect would not have deliberately opened a sword refining conference. If there are too many such things, even our sect can't afford it."

‘Not only that…that one hundred and eight great-perfect magic treasures were probably also tampered with, deliberately locking their targets on the masters of weapon refining, absorbing their souls and cultivation, and even the Taoist rhyme of weapon refining... It just resonated with this Taoist rhyme...’

A faint light flashed in the eyes of the ancestor Wanhun, thinking to himself, but he didn't scream after all.
Chapter completed!