The myth of crossing the heavens

The elite guards in full armor came and went repeatedly, without stopping for a moment.

Judging by the colors of their clothes, they are all guards around the emperor.

It can be seen the emperor's favor for this immortal man.

Yi Qingchen stepped into the alchemy room, but Master Changsheng still didn't notice it.

boom.

Yi Qingchen patted Daoist Changsheng's neck with his palm, and an invisible protective cover immediately appeared on the latter.

The next moment, the defensive cover shattered.

Daoist Changsheng didn't even hum, and immediately fell to the ground.

If Yi Qingchen hadn't used his strength well enough to withdraw most of his strength in time, he would have lost his head.

True Yuan crossed in, and quickly walked across the body of the Changsheng Daoist.

Martial arts masters, the kind that overwhelm the seedlings and encourage them to grow.

The true energy is vain and cloudy, and the way forward is dead.

Martial arts masters are actually at the top level of the congenital realm. They need to penetrate the innate zhenqi through the meridians and acupoints of the whole body, open up the internal and external circulation, and form an endless zhenqi circulation system.

"If one can refine the elixir that can help people enter the realm of martial arts masters, it would not be surprising to refine some elixir that prolongs life."

Yi Qingchen thought about opening the alchemy furnace, took a few glances and then closed the lid.

Grandma's medicine is different. If he can develop a life-prolonging elixir, he will cut off the head of a real immortal and play it as a ball.

In any case, this person cannot be Yin Zhong.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
Daoist Changsheng was awakened by a sharp pain, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the evil spirit floating in front of him.

He screamed and nearly passed out again.

Yi Qingchen grabbed his neck, changed his voice and asked, "What's your name? Why do you want to pretend to be the real Changsheng?"

Changsheng Daoist lost his voice: "Is there really a Changsheng Daoist?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he consciously made a slip of the tongue, and quickly made amends: "I am a real immortal who was canonized by His Majesty. Just ask the court ministers about this matter. Everyone knows it. I don't know why my lord said I was a fake?"

Yi Qingchen's palm tightened: "Answer my question."

"My name is Meng Xiangjun. I am an outsider who practiced Taoism in the mountains. I got a elixir by chance and made a long-life elixir to offer to Your Majesty. After taking it, Your Majesty's face is radiant and the medicine is quite effective. Therefore, I was named Daoist Changsheng ordered the villain to make alchemy for him."

Meng Xiangjun hurriedly said: "Everything the villain said is true, and he never pretended to be anyone."

He is treating me as the person who came to seek his misfortune because of being impersonated.

Yi Qingchen changed his mind, and noticed that Meng Xiangjun's eyes were shaking, and he seemed to be a little weird.

So he threw Meng Xiangjun away, waved his palm repeatedly, and beat life and death talismans into his body.

The screams sounded soon.

Yi Qingchen used his true energy as a wall to block the transmission of sound.

Meng Xiangjun has a treacherous temperament, and it is not easy for him to tell the truth.

Let him have some fun before asking questions, and then communicate.

Not long after, Meng Xiangjun collapsed on the ground.

"Forgive me, forgive me...I will say anything...As long as you ask me, I will say anything...I will say anything..."

Only then did Yi Qingchen ask: "Where did you get the longevity elixir that you offered to the emperor? Who is helping you make alchemy? And who helped you become a martial arts master?"

Meng Xiangjun was stunned: "The elixir of longevity is all made by villains."

"Good boy, who do you think I am, how dare you lie to me."

Yi Qingchen snorted coldly: "With your alchemy skills, not to mention longevity pills, even aphrodisiacs are difficult for you to practice, answer the question quickly, otherwise I will not let you live or die!"

"I……"

Meng Xiangjun opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

To say or not to say?

If I say I'm sorry Master, if this person is led to make trouble with Master, wouldn't I become a sinner?

But if you don't say...

He thought of the pain of being controlled by the attack of the life and death talisman just now, and he felt a chill in his heart.

"I can't help it, Master, the apprentice really can't bear this kind of pain, so I can only ask you to help me."

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard his opponent exclaim: "Good boy, you have courage!"

Meng Xiangjun's heart tightened, and Future Ji opened his mouth to explain that Yi Qingchen had reactivated the power of the life and death talisman.

He screamed, rolled to the ground and continued screaming.

After a while, Yi Qingchen suppressed the power of the life-death talisman, before he started to ask Meng Xiangjun, he said it all at once.

"I was originally a casual cultivator with no background and no sect, and I became a natural martial artist by relying on a skill I picked up. Until I met my master four years ago, he began to teach me better martial arts and helped me break through to become a martial artist." Grandmaster, teach me the art of alchemy."

Meng Xiangjun didn't wait for Yi Qingchen to ask questions, and immediately began to expose his secrets.

"Later, my master asked me to enter the imperial court and gain the trust of His Majesty the Emperor through the elixir of longevity, and then use my position to collect rare and rare treasures in the world, and then present them to my master for him to refine alchemy and tools."

"My master is superb in martial arts, and also understands the supernatural power of immortals. Each pill of longevity he has refined can prolong life by ten years. He is a real master of the world!"

Speaking of his master, Meng Xiangjun, his face was a little excited.

It can be seen that he has somewhat abnormal feelings for his master.

Well, I said worship.

Yi Qingchen asked with a smile: "What's your master's name? Where is he from? What does he look like? What martial arts are you good at?"

"I do not know."

Seeing that Yi Qingchen was about to make a move, Meng Xiangjun hurriedly said: "I really don't know, my master never told me about him, he just taught me martial arts and alchemy, how dare a villain ask around when he encounters such a good opportunity. "

In order to win Yi Qingchen's trust, he continued: "However, I have heard his old man say that his martial arts are the best in the world, and he was only exiled to the secular world because of the villain's harm. It's just that the villain really can't think of me as a master."

These words are more or less empathetic, and I want to agree with Yi Qingchen through words.

But he underestimated Yi Qingchen's calmness.

"How do you get in touch with your master? How do you give your master what you have found?"

"Master will come to pick it up in person, once a month, one is to deliver the longevity elixir, and the other is to take away medicinal materials, ores and other rare treasures."

Meng Xiangjun added: "His Majesty the Emperor trusts me very much, and he has rewarded countless medicinal materials, ores, and rare treasures. Master will come here on time every month, and the next time will be three days later."

Yi Qingchen knocked Meng Xiangjun down with his backhand, triggering the Life and Death Talisman again.

After the meeting, Meng Xiangjun was tortured again, several times in succession, and the information he got was almost the same.

It's about as good as it gets.

Yi Qingchen stunned Meng Xiangjun directly, and then swept away all the medicinal materials, gold and silver in his mansion.

Make the appearance of coming to ask for money.

Half a day later, Meng Xiangjun regained consciousness, looking at the horrific scene in front of him, his face could not help showing fear.

He gently opened his eyes and glanced out cautiously.

Surprisingly, no one was there.

Taking a closer look, all the medicinal materials in the alchemy room had disappeared, leaving only a lone alchemy furnace standing there.

"I'm going to kill him!"

After Meng Xiangjun checked all the places, he didn't see any trace of the assailant, so he couldn't help cursing.

"The thief of the dog day, dare to come to your long-lived grandfather's house to be presumptuous. If I catch you, you will definitely smash your bones into ashes, and you will never be reborn forever."

After venting his emotions for a while, Meng Xiangjun turned and left Danfang to the study, and took a bronze bell from the hidden compartment.

The copper bell is small and exquisite, brand new and bright, and countless strange runes are engraved on the clock wall.

"Master, this disciple can't bear it any longer, come and help me!"

Meng Xiangjun rang the copper bell, then took a pen and paper and spread it on the table.

Not long after, the pen moved naturally and began to write on the paper.

"What happened?"

Meng Xiangjun reported everything.

There was no movement on the parchment, and after a long time, it was written: "It will take seven days before you can leave the customs as a teacher. You should deal with the emperor once. After you leave the customs, you will bring the immortality elixir and avenge you."

"Thank you, Master, I wish you a long life and boundless life."

Meng Xiangjun didn't care whether his master could see it or not, he just knelt down and prostrated wantonly.

Since the first time he saw his master perform this method of controlling the brush to write in the air, he regarded such a master as his father.

Immortal means, the user is naturally an immortal.

If you have such thick thighs, you are a fool.

Meng Xiangjun can stand out among many competitors and become the representative of alchemy for the emperor. This awareness is the most important.

"It's true that the father is kind and the son is filial, Yin Zhong, did you just accept him as a foster son?"

A gentle voice suddenly sounded.

The brush that had been erected suddenly stopped, and then fell to the ground, the intimidating majesty dissipated a lot.

Meng Xiangjun was dumbfounded.

Whether to leave after talking or to leave suddenly, at this moment he clearly felt the panic of 'Master', he didn't even have the time to reset the brush, he just lay down on the parchment paper.

"The ghost doesn't go away!"

Yin Zhong closed the portal of the illusory space casually, and said with a cold snort, "So what if you find Meng Xiangjun? He doesn't even know where I am, so you can only be busy."

His two palms groped for each other, as if he was recalling the pain of losing his limbs and feet.

Pain into the bone marrow.

"Besides, what if you find me?"

"I am no longer the me I used to be. I used to be slaughtered by you. Now I want you to know how powerful Yin is."

"Yin Zhong..."

A voice came along with the wind and inserted into Yin Zhong's ear.

"Dog thief!"

Yin Zhong jumped up directly, and a large swath of flames emerged with a wave of his hands, firmly protecting himself, and then retreated cautiously.

One breath, two breaths, ten breaths...

Dozens of breaths passed in the blink of an eye, but Yi Qingchen still did not appear.

Yin Zhong heaved a sigh of relief, turned and left the room.

Ever since he was almost beaten to death by Yi Qingchen, he has been extremely cautious in doing things, or it can be said that he is suspicious.

Since Yi Qingchen has found his trace, it is better to hide first.

As soon as the door was opened, ghost masks came into view.

Yin Zhong's complexion changed, he pushed forward with both hands, and retreated rapidly.

"Aren't you not afraid of me?"

Yi Qingchen sneered, the Yimu Spiritual Sword Formation had already been set up at the beginning, and as he spoke, thousands of sword qi had rushed towards Yin Zhong.

Yin Zhong snorted, unable to talk nonsense at all.

He only had time to wave his palm to induce wind, thunder and fire to resist the attack of sword energy, and he was a little embarrassed.

"Miraculous Doctor Yi, let's have a good talk, don't you just want to learn spells, I'll teach you!"

Yi Qingchen laughed: "Hahaha, why is Second Master Yin being arrogant and then respectful? You are not very special just now, are you going to kill me?"

Yin Zhong's hiding place is not far from Changsheng's mansion, and it is tightly blocked.

Yi Qingchen suddenly had a warning of danger in his heart, and hurriedly dodged to avoid it.

It just so happened that a flying sword crossed Yi Qingchen's shoulder, cutting the body's protective qi several inches apart, almost hurting Yi Qingchen's body.

"Flying sword technique!"

Yi Qingchen screamed secretly, although his face remained unchanged, he was a little surprised in his heart.

Yin Zhong's demeanor changed from his previous cowardly look, and he laughed loudly: "You dog thief, do you know Grandpa's Excalibur? Today is your death date."

The flying sword turned into a horse training, as fast as a thunderbolt.

No matter how fast Yi Qingchen was, he was not as fast as Feijian, and several times he was in danger.

"Yimu Spirit Sword Formation, get up!"

Yi Qingchen shouted loudly, pressed his hands down, and the immeasurable sword energy exploded.

Sword Qi was flying all over the sky, completely covering Yi Qingchen's figure.

Yin Zhong lost the target of his attack, but Feijian was suppressed by the boundless sword energy, and the continuous beating made it lose its flexibility.

"Yin Zhong, you will definitely lose today, I will kneel down and spare your life immediately!"

Yi Qingchen uttered trash talk to attack Yin Zhong's mind, intending to win without a fight.

Yin Zhong sneered again and again, pulling his hands together.

Yi Qingchen's heart moved, and after a mental sweep, he immediately found that there were nine more flying swords nearby, flying into the sword array.

The flying sword has a body, and its power is far greater than sword energy.

The ten flying swords crossed repeatedly, forming a set of extremely powerful sword formations, constantly searching for Yi Qingchen's position.

"How many people did this guy plunder, and he has practiced ten flying swords!"

"Dog thief, I don't think you are dead today!"

Yin Zhong urged Feijian vigorously, and said in a loud voice: "In order to kill you, I have gathered ten divine swords. No matter how many means you have, they can't match my ten swords at once."

In order to deal with Yi Qingchen, he used all his brains.

He was injured and couldn't fight for a long time, so he tried to collect people's energy and store it for use in battle.

If the attack power is not enough to injure the enemy, then he gathers up countless divine gold and refines ten flying swords.

As long as there are enough flying swords and enough energy, they will be able to surround Yi Qingchen to death.

It's just that he never thought that Yi Qingchen could practice such a terrifying thing as the 'Yimu Spiritual Sword Formation'.

Yi Qingchen pressed down again with both hands, and ten cores formed from the sword energy formation, which suppressed all ten divine swords, making him unable to escape in a short time.

He snapped his fingers and ran towards the thunder, and one after another fireballs flew out at an extremely fast speed.

Boom boom boom...

Lie Yan continued to explode beside Yin Zhong, sending Yin Zhong flying.

Yin Zhong's courage disappeared immediately, and he hurriedly used his power to forcibly push a divine sword to break through the blockade, and then Yujian broke through the air and left.

"Do you still want to run?"

Yi Qingchen let out a cold snort, motivating the wind to howl away, and Yin Zhong's mental power was already locked.

"Second Master Yin, you have been locked by me, even if you run to the ends of the earth, you will not be able to escape."

"Honestly stop and admit defeat with me, I am the master, I can still keep your life, otherwise you will die!"

Where Yin Zhong is willing to listen, he trembles when he thinks of Yi Qingchen's methods, and he can't bear it at all.

Run, must run.

Even if she is exhausted on the way to escape, it is better than falling into Yi Qingchen's hands.