Night falls quietly, peaceful and quiet.
In the small bamboo forest, Ye Chen was sitting in front of the stone bed, looking at Yan Laodao quietly, without saying a word. Now that he had sorted out the clues, the next thing he was thinking about was the solution. As long as he found the source, everything would be solved. It can be easily solved.
It's a pity that he couldn't find the root cause. In other words, whenever he touched the root, he would suffer backlash. Instead of making any progress, he was injured all over by the backlash.
Suddenly, the spring breeze blew gently, carrying a faint feminine fragrance.
The Northern Saint has arrived, and has changed into a woman's attire. Her pure white fairy clothes are not stained by the dust of the world. Bathed in the moonlight, she looks like a fairy on the blue waves in the sky. She is holy and flawless. The strands of blue silk are all dyed with divine glow. This statue does not eat the world. The fairy of fireworks is as beautiful as a dream.
Ye Chen glanced at her, feeling dazed for a while. The most beautiful woman in Beiyue was indeed not a fake. She had skin as soft as gel and a graceful posture, as if she was a fairy from a dream.
The strange thing is that no matter whether Bei Sheng is wearing clothes or not, in front of him, there is no difference from being naked. He had already seen the ancient ruins clearly.
Involuntarily, Ye Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, oh no, it must be a nosebleed.
"The emperor of Da Chu is seriously injured!" Bei Sheng rolled his eyes and covered his delicate body with fairy light. The Jiuli clan's covering fairy method was still very overbearing.
Don't be afraid of others having the samsara eye, but be afraid of people who have the samsara eye... shameless.
Ye Chen rubbed his eyes again, not forgetting to wipe the nosebleed, and looked at the perfect female body. He couldn't control the holy body. It was really annoying to have a pair of reincarnation eyes.
"We can find a way to crack it." Bei Sheng whispered.
Ye Chen shook his head helplessly, "If we can't find the root cause, everything is false."
"If I turn into a demon in my old age, will you kill me?"
"Catch him, feel good first, and then kill him after you feel good." Before Ye Chen could speak, he heard King Qi's words, and the man was already standing at the mouth of the tripod, smiling, with a huge donkey face, full of wretchedness, especially that The two front teeth are neat and shiny.
As soon as these words came out, Bei Sheng's cheeks turned red and his beautiful eyes sparkled.
The scene after that was particularly bloody. King Qi, who had been clamoring all day long to come out for some air, was finally released and was almost beaten into donkey meat by Bei Sheng.
Looking at Young Master Ye again, his expression was profound.
I have to say that King Qi’s idea is quite good.
Beisheng seemed to be able to read his thoughts. His clear and beautiful eyes were full of fire, the kind of fire that could kill people. The blush spread from his cheeks to his neck. The majestic Beisheng, the majestic Beiyue Di A beautiful woman is on the verge of going berserk.
"You're a bitch, I'll let you be a bitch again." Ye Chen was quick-witted. He pressed King Qi and gave him another blast. At this time, he had to show his loyalty.
Bei Sheng finally left, clutching his chest.
It was a very romantic night, with flowers and a full moon and a good atmosphere, but it turned out to be a complete internal injury.
After she left, Ye Chen uncovered King Qi.
Jie, why do you say Jie, because he was too cruel and beat King Renqi into a meat pie. It was really pitiful for this donkey, and even the true form of the soul was beaten to pieces.
The quiet night gradually deepened, and everything was silent.
Ye Chen in the bamboo forest put his hands up and walked around the stone bed, talking nonsense. There were still serious things to do, such as how to find the origin and foundation of the demon.
He is watching, and the two supreme beings of the underworld are also watching.
For this reason, the two supreme beings constantly switched screens and checked various major areas in order to find the hidden demon. It would be strange for so many people to have the origin of the demon and not have the foundation of the demon.
However, the two searched around and found no clues.
In response to this, the expressions of both of them became profound. Just because they couldn't find it, it didn't mean that it wasn't there. Just because there were two realms between humans and the underworld, even the supreme level couldn't break all illusions. The Zhuxian Sword was a very good one. Examples, even if they were there, could not be found.
The night passed quietly, and in a blink of an eye dawn came.
In the early morning, the sun was warm. Ye Chen, who had been meditating all night, sat bored on the stone, lowered his eyes, and tried many ways to peep, but to no avail.
This sitting lasted for three days.
For three days, the small bamboo forest was quiet, and Beisheng did not come again, maybe he was still angry. As for Xichen, there was still no news, and Ye Chen was really impatient to wait.
It wasn't until the fourth day and night that Ye Chen got up, brushed his hands and offered sacrifices to the alchemy furnace.
Obviously, it's time to refine the elixir. God knows how long we have to wait. Idle time is also idle, and precious time cannot be wasted. Besides, it may have been a long time since I refined the elixir.
The fairy fire was lit, and each fairy grass was put in in an orderly manner. Ye Chen did not need to control the flames, he only used his mind to move them. His alchemy skills had reached the peak.
"I said, the Jiuli tribe has a lot of treasures!" King Qi was also there, looking around with his donkey's head. His eyes were gleaming with light. He had a talent for treasure hunting. He looked at everyone and saw wealth. He had asked him more than once. Ye Chen went to steal the treasure together and then ran away.
Ye Chen ignored this and just concentrated on refining elixirs. The Jiuli clan inherited the prehistoric era. No one would believe it if there were no treasures. Not to mention King Qi, he could see it clearly, but not everyone could take those treasures. Yes, on other people’s territory, it’s best to be honest.
King Qi disapproved and wandered away.
Not long after, I heard a rumbling sound, and then the screams of King Qi. He went to steal someone's treasure, and was caught in front of him. He didn't say anything about what he had stolen, and he was beaten up. When he returned to the mountain, his head was all wet. I was hit sideways, not blown, I walked diagonally.
This time, he was much more honest. He lay on his stomach and watched Ye Chen refining the pill.
Late at night, an elixir was released. The genuine eight-marked golden elixir also attracted elixir thunder. In the vast night sky, it outlined a vision of elixir, which was very gorgeous.
"Alchemist?" Many people in the Jiuli tribe were awakened, and they all looked up.
"What is the origin of the person the princess brought back?"
"Eight-line life-sustaining golden elixir." The elder alchemists of the Jiuli tribe all stroked their beards meaningfully, and their words were full of profound meaning. "There are really not many people who can refine this elixir."
This is the truth. A disaster caused by the catastrophe craze has caused all the top alchemists in the world to be almost extinct. There are indeed not many who are still alive.
Late at night, many Jiuli people gathered.
At a glance, the figures were all dark, but they did not dare to go up to the mountain for fear of disturbing Ye Chen's alchemy. Only a few peak old saints sneaked into the void to see Ye Chen's alchemy. Most of them were alchemists from the Jiuli tribe. Waiting to see Ye Chen. Chen's alchemy attainment was quite a shock.
"You can refine the eight-marked elixir so easily. This guy's talent is truly terrifying."
"It's a pity that the origin is covered with secret methods, and the honor cannot be seen through."
"Does this matter? With such strength, he is probably the Ancient Holy Body, the Alchemy Saint of the All Heavens Sect." The alchemist with the highest seniority gave the answer while pondering.
None of the people left, they all hid in the void and peeked quietly.
Ye Chen didn't say a word, just refining the elixir with peace of mind, the clouds were calm and the wind was gentle. He had already noticed the person hiding in the secret, just look at it, it didn't matter, as long as he didn't disturb him while refining the elixir.
This night was quite uneventful.
Strange phenomena continued on the mountain peak, and elixirs were released one after another, ranging from six-marked elixirs to eight-marked elixirs, all of which were the best of the best. The senior alchemists who saw this could not help but sigh and click their tongues. It was true that the waves behind the Yangtze River pushed the waves ahead. , the alchemy technique of the Alchemy Saint, the fruit is incredible.
In the next few days, Ye Chen continued to work hard on refining the elixir.
However, after waiting for nine days and refining the elixir for hundreds of furnaces, he still didn't wait for Xichen. Ye Chen strongly doubted whether the son of face should also be robbed.
On the tenth day, Bei Shengcai came again. This time, he was clever and used fairy light to cover his delicate body in advance. After she came up, King Qi was in bad luck and was thrown off the mountain.
"Save some face for others and don't hit them when they meet." Ye Chen coughed dryly and threw another fairy grass into the alchemy furnace. Otherwise, he could be said to be an alchemy sage. After refining the elixir, he could still find time to chat.
Beisheng snorted, disapproving.
"Honestly, where did the son of the plane go?" Ye Chen glanced at Beisheng and felt that this girl had a secret to hide from him, and it must be about Xichen.
"I really don't know." Bei Sheng sat down and said slowly, "The Holy Lord was also in our clan that day. The two of them were chasing a ray of colorful fairy light, which was quite fast."
When Ye Chen heard this, his eyes couldn't help but narrow slightly. From Bei Sheng's words, it was not difficult to guess that the seven-colored fairy light was the damn Immortal Killing Sword, otherwise he wouldn't be so eager.
For a moment, Ye Chen's face turned a little ugly. There was a look of worry in his eyes, and there was always an ominous premonition. The Zhuxian Sword was too weird. Once it appeared, there must be a conspiracy. He even suspected that the Zhuxian Sword this time, He deliberately lured Xichen and Shengzun away.
"What are you thinking about?" Beisheng looked at Ye Chen tentatively.
"What is the origin of the saint you speak of?" Ye Chen said.
"I once heard that my third uncle mentioned that he was not from this era, and the inheritance is quite mysterious." Northern Saint whispered, and revealed a secret, "According to legend, he once caused the emperor's calamity, but unfortunately, Ming Ming was... A trace of good fortune, he was almost buried in the catastrophe, and missed the throne of the supreme emperor. From this point of view, he should be the same kind of person as the Emperor Ji, the same kind of heaven-defying one."
Ye Chen raised his eyebrows when he heard this, feeling sad in his heart.
It’s true that those who participated in the fight against the emperor that day were all extraordinary people. One was the Kunlun Goddess, the patron saint of all heaven gates, and had lived a second life; one was an unparalleled god general, the most powerful in attacking under the Emperor; The Supreme Emperor, the peerless queen of Dachu; a son of a plane who can travel through various realms at will, and can even break through the Heavenly Emperor's formation.
The Holy Lord is even more pissed off, almost made emperor, and absolutely ruthless.
"There is no need to worry. Both seniors have fought against the emperor before, so there will be no mistakes." Beisheng smiled, seeming to see the worry in Ye Chen's eyes, "Just wait here with peace of mind."
Ye Chen smiled but did not reply. Beisheng didn't know how terrifying the Immortal Killing Sword was, but he knew very well. If not talking about other things, let's just talk about the lineage of the Holy Body. How many Great Holy Bodies were destroyed in its hands? It was so mysterious and powerful that Xichen was It is not impossible to cheat with Shengzun.
Because the two of them were silent, the bamboo forest fell into silence again.
I don't know when, I heard Ye Chen scolding, and the Eight-marked Pill came out again, which caused a brilliant vision. The Jiuli people looked at it with confused faces. The Eight-marked Pill has become a big cabbage
Ye Chen wiped his sweat and did not continue to refine the elixir. He kept going for many days without stopping. Even the majestic energy and blood of the holy body could no longer be used up. Refining the elixir was a technical job and quite laborious.
"Here, quench your thirst." Beisheng stood up and stepped forward, handing over a pot of fine wine and jade dew.
"With such attentiveness, you shouldn't have anything to ask of me!" Ye Chen looked at Bei Sheng with a smile.
"It's nothing serious, I just want to borrow the Alchemy Sage's hand to help me refine an elixir,"
"Going to the Alchemist to make elixirs requires a commission. Can you afford it?" Ye Chen stretched his waist and randomly grabbed a handful of elixirs. It clicked like eating jelly beans.
"We are already so familiar, and we still need money?" Beisheng said angrily.
"If you don't want to give me money, you can give me something else, such as a secret scroll or a magic weapon. If you really don't have any, then give it to a beautiful woman. I'm easy to talk to and I'm never picky about food."
"Then look at me, can I penetrate your Dharma eyes?" Beisheng said, he picked up a broken sword from nowhere, breathed at the sword body, and wiped it with his sleeve.
"Um, what kind of elixir are you going to make?" Ye Chen coughed dryly. The tenth emperor of Da Chu was so cowardly that he had no warning. He couldn't help but give in! That broken sword is not an ordinary sword. Although it doesn't look good, it is an imperial weapon. To be precise, it is a broken imperial weapon. The imperial power is slowly recovering. One face to face can beat him into a fool. .
"That's pretty much it." Beisheng smiled and handed over the storage bag.
Facts have proved that when it comes to people like Ye Chen, you can't talk well, and those who can do things should try not to yell. If you can't chat happily, you can only carry the emperor's soldiers.
Ye Chen curled his lips and took the storage bag, which contained alchemy materials. There were thousands of kinds, and there were so many kinds of fairy grass, which were extremely precious and had a price but no market.
"Eight lines beauty pill?" Ye Chen touched his chin. He still knew something about this type of pill. As the name suggests, it is a pill that maintains youth forever and is a woman's favorite.
"How about it, can I practice it?" Bei Sheng's beautiful eyes flashed.
Ye Chen didn't say anything, just stretched out his hand.
"A few meanings." Bei Shengdai raised his eyebrows slightly.
"What do you mean, where is the prescription?" Ye Chen shouted.
"No."
"I..." Ye Chen couldn't take a breath and almost choked to death on his saliva. He didn't even have any elixir recipes, so why should he make elixirs? Do you really think that I, the elixir sage, can do anything