Seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck starts with the Golden Family

Chapter 421: A Full Pot of Money (nearly 9K)

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The treasure house of the sky is full of treasures.

Here, there are not only holy materials and holy artifacts, but even incomplete artifacts of the Great Sage, as well as treasures that even the Great Sage covets.

But most of the time, divine objects have spirits that become obscure on their own.

What treasures those who enter the treasury can obtain depends mainly on whether they have that blessing.

People choose spiritual creatures, and spiritual creatures also choose people.

It is conceivable how harsh the conditions for entering the Changkong Treasure House are.

Fang Yang once had the opportunity to step into it because he had become a third-level martial king that was hard to come by in a thousand years.

Last time, he gained the recognition of Yi Mu Holy Spear.

……

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps was heard in the distant sky.

Like the sound of a heavenly drum, it combined with the pulse of this small world and was transmitted extremely clearly into the hearts of the saints guarding the treasure house of the sky.

The sun sets in the west, and the afterglow spreads.

The red halo all over the sky makes the clouds look a bit dreamy.

At the end of the sea of ​​clouds, a figure is walking towards them step by step.

He was dressed in a dark black Taoist robe, had a handsome face, and his posture was as straight as a spear or a sword, and he looked very heroic!
Although his expression was calm, his eyes were like the shining stars, with the rising and falling of the sun and the moon, and even seemed to have the energy of chaos evolving.

Fang Yang!

At this moment, the sunset fell on Fang Yang's body, giving him a layer of dreamy glow.

It made him even more extraordinary and otherworldly, like a banished immortal.

The elegance and indescribable majesty of this moment brought great shock to the group of guarding saints.

"He is becoming more and more extraordinary." The speaker was the Luoshan Saint, who was of the Lin family and was also the direct ancestor of Lin Shenghuang.

"Fang, Yang..." Chen Kui on the side said softly with a complicated look in his eyes.

Before, at the birthday banquet of the Great Sage Ci Yu, she had witnessed Fang Yang’s arrogant side.

And now, she was able to catch a glimpse of some of Fang Yang's charm in the treasure house.

The regret that she had tried so hard to suppress began to spread out from the depths of her heart.

……

Sky Arsenal.

The sky is blue, with various colors of light flickering.

On the earth, there are all kinds of strange roars and chants, such as the roars of tigers and lions, or the chants of sparrows and eagles.

While each piece of precious land is blooming with brilliant divine light, it also reveals a variety of sharp auras.

Under the watchful eyes of Fallen Mountain Saint, Chen Kui and others, Fang Yang began to wander around the Treasure House of the Sky.

At this moment, Fang Yang walked with his hands behind his back, with a relaxed posture.

[A good sign. After the bell rings nine times, draw the Yimu Holy Spear outside, and you will get a seventh-level opportunity. There are no hidden dangers or risks. It is auspicious.]

Although he had the hint of fortune, he was not in a hurry to wait for the seventh-level opportunity.

"...To become a saint and ascend to immortality, I am sure that I will have to refine the East Emperor Chaos Bell."

“But the remnant rhyme is rare. If we fail to manifest the Eastern Emperor Chaos Bell, it will definitely be affected.”

"In order to succeed once, I have to practice refining other holy weapons first."

Fang Yang's thoughts were like lightning.

The Flame Robe, Golden Crow Holy Fan and other holy artifacts were all holy artifacts he had possessed in different dreams.

So he decided to try to refine these holy artifacts first, and then refine the Donghuang Chaos Bell.

His thoughts became clear, and a smile appeared on his face.

"This sacred material of the Fire Dao School is very good and is destined to be with me."

In a sea of ​​fire, a thirty-six-grade fiery red lotus slowly bloomed, releasing brilliant divine light that fell like a rain of fire with extraordinary power.

With a whoosh, it flew into Fang Yang's hand.

"This sacred material of the Guang Dao School is not bad. It is destined to be with me."

"Haha, you and I are also destined to be together."

"Wait, this is actually the holy material of the Dao of Law? Humph, it is also destined to be with me!"

"..."

Fang Yang took a step and instantly turned into a golden-winged Peng bird.

He soared in the sky, his entire body covered in golden light, like a god, extremely terrifying, with an air of supremacy, looking down on all directions.

At this moment, he was flying in the void of the small world of the treasure house, and his afterimage was everywhere on the ground.

His actions also caused Chen Kui's delicate face to gradually distort.

After all, when an ordinary genius comes to the Changkong Treasure House, he can only get an opportunity at most.

Even if you are the First Martial King, a Seed of Tao, it is still the same.

But unfortunately, Fang Yang is the destiny of Xuanyu!

The privilege of destiny is to break the rules.

Even if Fang Yang took away all the treasures, no one else could say anything.

But the more Chen Kui looked at it, the more distressed he felt.

It was only because she had only taken one sixth-grade holy material from the Changkong Treasure House over the years.

Compared with Fang Yang, her heart felt as if it was entangled by a poisonous snake and was aching secretly.

"Whoo~"

Chen Kui took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and calmed his mind.

The Fallen Saint beside her was also looking at Fang Yang with envy.

“One, two, three, four, every holy material is in his hands.” The Fallen Mountain Saint sighed.

These words were like a sharp sword, piercing Chen Kui's heart and making him even more restless.

Because to some extent, there is some grudge between her and Fang Yang.

In that year, sister Chen Ying and Fang Yang agreed that on the day of the awakening ceremony, Fang Yang would be given the essence of Fire Eagle to help Fang Yang have the opportunity to awaken the 'Fire Eagle' spirit.

But on the eve of the awakening ceremony, she suddenly appeared and stopped her sister's actions.

The root cause was that she looked down on Fang Yang and didn't think that a poor orphan like Fang Yang had a chance to turn his life around.

She thought that if her sister continued to get entangled with Fang Yang, she would only lose her reputation and waste her time.

Fang Yang, you are not worthy of trust!

But after that, Fang Yang rose rapidly and won the favor of people with the surname Sen, such as Sen Hui. He was like the rising sun, and his momentum was unstoppable.

And now, Fang Yang has become the destiny of the Xuanyu and a young venerable. He is an existence that she and even the Chen family cannot reach.

At a certain moment in the dead of night, she once thought, if she had not stopped her sister, would her sister be together with Fang Yang and have a good marriage?

"Boom!—boom!—boom!—"

Nine huge bell sounds in succession completely brought Chen Kui back to his senses.

She opened her eyes and looked at Fang Yang from afar.

The next moment, her eyes suddenly opened and her mouth opened slightly.

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Fang Yang was seen standing with his hands behind his back, his robe moving slightly, and he summoned the Yi Mu Holy Spear.

With a loud bang, thunder rumbled in the sky, the sea of ​​clouds rolled, and there was a lion howling at the moon.

In an instant, the sea of ​​thunder was bright, and this small world was filled with strong winds, flying sand and rocks, and lightning, and all kinds of ferocious thunder beasts appeared.

The Yimu Holy Spear trembled slightly, the void trembled slightly, and majestic purple-green lightning suddenly rose up, rushing in from all directions like waves, rushing towards them.

Fang Yang's face remained calm, his whole body radiating a strange divine glow, his aura was intimidating and he looked superior.

Under the gazes of everyone, the Yi Mu Holy Spear transformed into a gigantic green thunder tree, taking root in the sea of ​​thunder, madly absorbing thunder and lightning, its aura growing stronger bit by bit.

Plants grow into seedlings, seedlings grow into trees, and trees need to bloom and bear fruit…

Fang Yang knew a long time ago that if he wanted the Yi Mu Holy Spear to climb back to the sequence of seventh-rank holy weapons, then the Qing Lei Talisman Tree in the Yi Mu Holy Spear would have to blossom and bear fruit!
Now, the Yimu Holy Spear has been blessed, and the Qinglei Talisman Tree it transformed into is really blooming and bearing fruit.

"A holy weapon of thunder, a seventh-rank holy weapon of thunder." Chen Kui's eyes were dull, staring blankly at the figure in the sea of ​​thunder that looked like a banished immortal.

She was already a sixth-order primary saint, so she naturally knew how rare the holy weapon was.

The only holy artifact!

A holy weapon is like a saint's second life, enough to cause fellow Taoists to become enemies and fathers and sons to kill each other.

At this moment, under her gaze, Fang Yang actually made the holy weapon in his hand rise from the sixth level to the seventh level. What a terrifying method is this?
"Yi Mu Holy Spear?!" The face of the Luoshan Saint on the other side suddenly changed, and his body trembled wildly.

The Saint of Falling Mountains was not in awe, she was excited.

Because the original owner of the Yi Mu Holy Spear was the Yi Mu Divine General.

The Yimu God General is named Lin Muting, the deceased ancestor of the Lin family!

At that time, General Yi Mu held the Yi Mu Holy Spear and killed three demon saints of the same level in succession before he died.

However, due to the brutality of the war, the rank of the Yimu Holy Spear gradually dropped, and it had to be placed in the Changkong Treasure House for nurturing, waiting for the right person to restart it.

“I didn’t expect it. I really didn’t expect it.” The eyes of the Fallen Saint flashed, and thoughts fell like rain in his mind frantically.

If possible, she wanted to take back the Yi Mu Holy Spear and continue to place it in the Lin family lineage as a foundation.

But she also knew that Fang Yang had spent a tremendous amount of effort to repair the Yi Mu Holy Spear to its current state, and there was no way she could take it back without any effort.

"Got it." Her eyes were determined.

She knew that there was a hidden conflict between her own "proud daughter of heaven" Lin Shenghuang and Fang Yang.

But she still planned to let Lin Shenghuang make friends with Fang Yang and establish a friendship.

If necessary, Lin Shenghuang can marry Fang Yang.

When Fang Yang becomes a great being or goes to the fairyland, she will be able to take the Yi Mu Holy Spear back.

"But the problem is whether Fang Yang thinks highly of Sheng Huang." She frowned slightly, feeling a little tricky.

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at the same time.

Fang Yang, who witnessed the transformation of Yi Mu Holy Spear, gained some insights.

With the help of the Mark of Destiny, he almost reached a state of enlightenment.

Suddenly, the Great Sage Yulei appeared and supported him.

But he still ignored the external objects and just stared at the Green Thunder Talisman Tree transformed from the Yi Mu Holy Spear.

"Thunder is destruction, but also rebirth."

"The might of thunder fills the sky."

"..."

Fang Yang's robes shook slightly, and lightning flashed beneath the robes, vast and surging.

In an instant, endless balls of light burst out in the sky, smashing into the sky like a mountain torrent, and then exploded with a rumbling sound.

Under his robe, first an extremely huge purple lion emerged, its body carrying tremendous thunder and lightning, suppressing one side.

Then, another huge silver moon leaped out and flew into the sky, high above, covering all living beings. Every ray of moonlight was a condensed five-element divine thunder, which was terrifying and awe-inspiring.

Suanni, silver moon, heavy rain...

Around Fang Yang, various strange thunder phenomena appeared, overwhelming and overwhelming.

Gradually, a strange wave emanated from Fang Yang's body, causing this small world to resonate and cheer.

"Grand Master of Thunder...?!" The Great Sage Yu Lei's expression changed slightly and he stared at Fang Yang deeply.

"Yes, with the attainments of a grandmaster of the Thunder Dao school, Ayang is now the grandmaster of both the Thunder and Fire schools." At some point, Cambrian Yazun came to the side of the Great Sage Yu Lei.

At this moment, both of them were somewhat shocked.

It’s just because they know that in the dream battlefield, Fang Yang showed the attainments of a grand master of fire.

Now, Fang Yang has become the grandmaster of both the Thunder and Fire schools.

In terms of his understanding of Taoism alone, he is far superior to ordinary great saints.

The 31-year-old Grandmaster of both schools is simply unprecedented in history, even the Emperor of the Sea has never reached his level.

With such qualifications and talents, he is worthy of being the ancestor of Kunpeng and the destiny of the region.

"I'll go take care of the aftermath first." The Thunder Sage raised his eyebrows.

Immediately, the Great Sage Yu Lei waved his sleeves lightly, and a dreamy green divine light appeared, and quickly came to the side of the Falling Mountain Sage and Chen Kui and other guarding saints.

With a humming sound, confusion appeared in the eyes of these guarding saints.

“……” Cambrian Yazun was speechless.

Because in his opinion, there is nothing to hide.

Fang Yang already has such status and position, whether he hides his cards or not, he will attract great attention from other venerable sects.

…………

The sky was dark and covered with dark clouds.

As the cold wind blew, drizzle began to drift and fall into the pond, creating ripples on the water surface.

At this moment, Lin Shenghuang stood quietly in front of the pond, motionless.

Just now, she received a message from the ancestor Luoshan, asking her to find an opportunity to establish a good relationship with Fang Yang.

"For the sake of the Yimu Holy Spear and the prosperity of the Lin family, do I have to please Fang Yang?" Lin Shenghuang's eyes were stunned.

Now, she is already a sixth-order primary saint.

Even among the younger generation in Xuanyu, she is well-known.

But if she was asked to conquer Fang Yang's heart, she felt that she was hysterical and dreaming!
What's more, her relationship with Fang Yang is not good.

At the beginning, she was still thinking about stopping Fang Yang and slowing down Fang Yang's cultivation speed.

Although Fang Yang was protected by Sen Wei and Sen Hui, she was unable to achieve her wish.

But she still silently looked for opportunities, ready to strike at any time.

Only when she saw Fang Yang soaring into the sky did she give up all thoughts.

As a result, the old ancestor now changed the subject and wanted to use her innocence to please Fang Yang in every possible way.

Such a thing, how could it happen to her? !

For a moment, Lin Shenghuang was so angry that his teeth chattered.

She is tall, with a flowing dress, a thin waist and long, straight legs.

Just standing by the pond is amazing and radiant.

At this moment, when she got angry, she had an amazing charm.

"Back then, I didn't even give in to Sen Yue. How could I give in to a little brat like you? Humph."

Lin Shenghuang's face was cold, and he crushed the jade slip in his hand.

But she couldn't help but feel heavy in her heart.

An invisible pressure, like a tide of massive water, made it hard for her to breathe.

No matter how arrogant she was, Fang Yang's current status and identity were no longer something she could ignore.

Even though Fang Yang never said anything.

………………

Meteor Cliff is one of the best places for many saints of the Holy Thunder Academy to refine holy weapons.

The Wanlei Cliff is a treasure land that is even more precious than the Meteor Cliff.

Even the great saints mostly refine their weapons here!
At this moment, Wanlei Luoya was completely requisitioned by Fang Yang and closed.

Yimu divine thunder cloud, Kuishui divine thunder cloud, Binghuo divine thunder cloud...

In addition to the five elements of divine thunder, there are also yin and yang heavenly thunder, blood thunder that kills evil, and so on, which are countless.

Every calamity cloud contains power that surpasses that of a sixth-level saint.

“In the mundane realm, refining holy weapons, this is the young venerable~” Outside the Ten Thousand Thunders Cliff, a saint lecturer sighed from the bottom of his heart.

These words immediately attracted the attention of the other saints who were watching.

"Back then, Sen Yue also came to the Ten Thousand Thunder Cliffs and refined several holy artifacts. I don't know if Fang Yang can reproduce it."

"You can't compare them like that. After all, Sen Yue had already entered the realm of saints at that time."

"Haha, young sir, you should do something that breaks the rules. You can be bolder..."

There were many opinions, most of which compared Fang Yang and Sen Yue.

After all, to some extent, this can also be regarded as a long-distance contest between Fang Yang and Sen Yue.

This is also normal. As the one destined to take over Sen Yue's position, it is impossible not to compare Fang Yang with Sen Yue.

"Sen Yue, Fang Yang..." Among the white clouds, Mr. Shui Qing and Master Lan Wen looked at each other in silence.

Compared to other saint lecturers, they have sufficient understanding of Sen Yue and Fang Yang.

When Fang Yang first entered the Holy Academy, they determined that Fang Yang had a bright future.

But no matter how they imagined, they would never have expected that Fang Yang would replace Sen Yue, take up the "Destiny" cauldron, and become the new leader.

This is too exaggerated, who could have imagined it?
All I can say is that things are unpredictable.

And now, it is another "duel across generations" between Fang Yang and Sen Yue. They both hope that Fang Yang can match them, or even win!
Because no matter what, facts always speak louder than words.

…The inside of Wanleiluo Cliff is closed.

In the sky today, pieces of calamity clouds are floating, connecting with each other, and thunder is rolling, forming a pool of thunder.

And in the depths of the thunder pool, there are several blurry figures hidden, with a terrifying aura, extremely scary.

The Great Sage Yu Lei, standing aside, was isolated and silently staring at Fang Yang who was on the cliff.

At this moment, Fang Yang looked up and gazed at the calamity clouds in the sky.

When the Binghuo Divine Thunder and other five elements of divine thunder connected and became one, the sleeves of his dark black Taoist robe moved lightly.

With a loud bang, a fiery red robe flew out, guiding the flying arcs of Binghuo Divine Thunder all over the sky.

The arcs of divine thunder were like lines of magma, extremely blazing, flowing in the void.

They kept attacking the flame robe, changing its appearance. In an instant, fire runes surged out like a sea and tide, covering the sky.

"boom!"

Fang Yang waved his sleeves, and the fire cauldron vibrated and glowed all over.

Refining tools, refining elixirs, and refining talismans are all methods of the Taoist school of refining.

Therefore, long ago, when he was practicing Taoism, he was able to understand all the principles when he mastered one principle.

At present, the method of refining weapons he adopted was the natural law of heaven and earth.

Although the natural law of heaven and earth has higher requirements for the environment, it does not require tranquility or independence.

Being in nature is like a mother to her baby, using the power of heaven and earth to help refine the weapon.

Heaven and earth are the best places to refine weapons!

Now, under Fang Yang's manipulation, the flame robe rolled, shining brightly, illuminating all directions.

The flames on the flame robe were brighter than thunder.

The flaming robe rose up, rushed upward, and rushed into the calamity cloud of the Bing Fire God Thunder.

In the blink of an eye, the Binghuo Divine Thunder Cloud appeared in a vast expanse, with thunder and fire crisscrossing like clouds hanging from the sky, connecting from the sky to the ground. Red smoke billowed, covering a small world.

Between heaven and earth, there are five caves with bubbling magma and raging divine fire.

In every cave, there is a fire god who controls nine kinds of special fire.

Suzaku! Fire Dragon! Bifang! Huodou! Fire Kirin!
This is Xiao Sanxuan's innate magic, which is now being activated by Fang Yang using the fire cauldron and evolving with the help of the power of heaven and earth.

The Vermilion Bird flapped its wings, the Fire Dragon danced, the Bifang cried, the Huodou stomped its feet, and the Fire Qilin roared.

The five-headed flame gods were burning wildly, with divine light surging and auspicious clouds shining brightly.

Between heaven and earth, flames blazed all day, lighting up the void.

As Fang Yang threw one material after another into the sky, it was visible to the naked eye that the flame robe was rapidly changing, and the aura became increasingly deep and terrifying, like a great evil being born, attracting everyone's attention.

"This is... a flame robe?!" A gleam of surprise flashed in the almond-shaped eyes of the Thunder Sage in the distance.

Because if she guessed correctly, this holy weapon should have been in Cang Qiuru's hands and was destroyed.

Cang Qiuru is the deceased wife of Cambrian Yazun and also Sen Hui's biological mother.

Could it be that this is Sen Hui’s dowry?
But soon, she shook her head slightly to reject it.

Even the Sen family does not have the method to refine the sacred weapon Flame Robe, let alone give it as a dowry to Sen Hui. This should be Fang Yang's own opportunity!

……

"boom--"

From the depths of the calamity cloud, a roar suddenly sounded, causing thousands of thunders to fall off the cliff and cause another change.

The Vermilion Bird broke its wings, the Fire Dragon cut off its tail, the Bifang cried sadly, the Huodou became lame, and the Fire Qilin wailed.

The five fire gods were pressed down by an invisible force and gradually destroyed, leaving no trace of their forms or spirits.

What followed was that the flame robe began to wilte and showed signs of being torn apart.

Seeing this, Fang Yang snapped his fingers and shot out a ray of fiery red light.

The fiery red divine light expanded, revealing its true appearance.

This is a thirty-sixth-grade fiery red lotus, shrouded in divine light.

At this moment, it slowly bloomed, condensing into a sea of ​​fire, and the gathering flame robe rose up again.

"Rumble--"

Yanpao's regrouping seemed to have angered Jieyun.

Deep in the calamity cloud, changes are happening again!

The next moment, thunder gathered in the sky, colorful and powerful.

The sky was filled with thunder, pouring down like a waterfall, carrying the force of a falling meteor, and smashing down with great might.

There is even a dilapidated and corrupt little world of thunder emerging from it. Once it explodes, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Jieyun is preventing Yanpao from being promoted to the rank of holy weapon!
The flames were raging and the lightning was brilliant.

Fang Yang's face was calm, his black hair flying back, and he remained very steady.

“When a saint is born, there will be disasters, and the same goes for holy weapons. I just didn’t expect that the disaster of this flame robe would come so soon.” The Great Sage Yu Lei narrowed his eyes and looked at Fang Yang from a distance.

She had to admit that Fang Yang's aptitude and talent were indeed much better than hers at the same age.

Who is she?
She was an unrivaled genius who won the title of Yu Lei Zun, and had dominated the world for a period of time.

It can be imagined how amazing Fang Yang is to be able to make her admit that she is inferior to him.

……

"Is it a holy artifact disaster?"

Even when facing a disaster that could cause Yanpao to collapse, Fang Yang still stood with his hands behind his back, looking calm and composed.

The light in his eyes gradually grew brighter, then shot out and turned into an orange-yellow mirror, which flew into the air and immediately shattered.

In an instant, a hazy orange-yellow light enveloped the sky and the earth.

The thunder stopped and the flames took shape.

He actually reproduced some of the functions of Cambrian Yazun and stabilized the heaven and earth.

This method surprised the Great Sage Yu Lei, who looked at him deeply.

He could even use the peerless magical powers of Cambrian Sub-Zun. Although it was less than one percent of his divine power, the rhythm of Tao was exactly the same, which was heart-pounding.

"boom--"

The next moment, Jieyun seemed to have consciousness, broke free from the restraints, and jumped violently.

In the void, a vague bird shape suddenly appeared, accompanied by a cry.

Lightning takes shape!

A ferocious bird with nine heads emerged, its body covering the sky and the sun, shrouded in nine-colored thunder.

Its cry is even more piercing, and every sound can hurt the souls of those around it.

This is the nine-headed bird, also called the ghost bird or the ghost car.

It is regarded as an ominous bird, born from the resentment of all living beings.

It makes a living by absorbing the souls of all living things. Wherever it passes, all the people will lose their souls and no grass will grow.

In ancient times, there was a nine-headed bird that called itself a god, which caused the Sky-Devouring Demon Emperor to take action personally and seal this race directly.

Unexpectedly, its divine form was reappeared by the calamity cloud.

"Kill." Fang Yang said softly.

The next moment, a point of sun fire emerged and quickly expanded to form a huge golden crow.

The sun is coming down!

The Great Sun Golden Crow flapped its wings and soared like an arrow shot from a bow, carrying the most powerful and masculine fire as it rushed forward.

The nine-headed bird was strangled in its cradle before it could even show its power.

After the nine-headed bird, the nine-tailed fox, the bronze fairy palace and other legendary creatures appeared one after another in the calamity clouds.

But the result did not change, they were all killed by Fang Yang.

…………

After three days and three nights, everything returned to normal.

However, a strange wave emanated from the Ten Thousand Thunders Falling Cliff.

This strange wave was still spreading and vibrating outside, and was sensed by saints such as Master Lanwen and Shuiqing.

In an instant, the expressions of many saints changed color.

"That's impossible. It's only been three days and three nights."

"It's unbelievable. When we refine holy weapons, everyone has to wait silently. Ten or even a hundred years is normal!"

"Yeah, when did the holy weapon become so easy to obtain?"

"Destiny is destiny. It can indeed do things that ordinary people cannot do."

"I remember that the previous Sen Yue also took more than a month."

"The time spent is nothing and cannot determine everything!"

"..."

The appearance of this strange wave was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, which not only caused waves but also caused a huge roar.

All in all, from a side perspective, Fang Yang has proven that he is better than Sen Yue.

His talent is immeasurable!
Because of him, some of the saints quarreled and their faces turned red, while others remained silent.

All living beings are diverse.

"It's really a dream~" Mr. Shuiqing looked dazed.

Master Lanwen smiled bitterly: "Your reputation is nothing. My title as a weapon master is nothing compared to him."

The saints who witnessed Fang Yang's growth were like this, and the saints who didn't know Fang Yang's growth trajectory were even more shocked.

……

Thousands of thunders fell from the cliff, and the sea became calm.

The violent thunder and boiling flames all dissipated and disappeared.

At this moment, the stone cliff is magnificent, bare and without any grass growing on it. There is only mist, glowing clouds and strange waves spreading.

The thing that emitted the strange vibrations was the Holy Flame Robe.

"Refining a holy weapon doesn't seem to be as difficult as described in the book..." Fang Yang lowered his eyes and looked at Yanpao.

He actually knew that it was not that refining a holy weapon was easy, but that he was at a higher level.

Not to mention, in the Xuan Realm, he is also protected by the Mark of Destiny.

Even if he was playing with his life like a madman and took the initiative to run to various mysterious forbidden areas, as long as he was in the Xuan Realm, he could turn danger into safety.

However, he is already a member of the Golden Family, so he will never lack the resources he needs.

Now, Fang Yang's eyes are fixed on Yanpao.

[Sacred Artifact: Flame Robe]

As Fang Yang's thoughts flowed, the fiery red robe changed rapidly.

It seemed to be condensed from a huge river of lava, with magma rippling on the surface of the robe, giving the impression of a volcano about to erupt.

Not only that, there was also a divine ring formed by condensed firelight emerging around the robe, like a fairy ribbon, floating in the air as if riding the wind, like the robe of the god of fire.

What is eye-catching is that there are five layers of Taoist patterns on its robe, which correspond to the five fire gods, such as Suzaku and Bifang.

"rise."

Fang Yang called out softly.

The next moment, the flaming robe was like a fire dragon, clinging to Fang Yang's body, filled with fiery red light, and fire gods such as Suzaku appeared faintly.

"The first life spell - Fire Domain Spell!"

Immediately, Fang Yang activated the fire cauldron, causing the fire domain to descend.

The heaven and earth roared, and myriad fire runes rushed up, filling the sky with flowing light.

With the help of the flame robe, these illusory fire domains seemed to condense into substance, with either raging flames or rolling magma, all becoming more and more terrifying.

Fang Yang closed his eyes and felt silently.

Thirty percent. The existence of the flame robe at least increases the power of the Fire Domain Spell by thirty percent.

And if he uses the attainments of the Grand Master of Fire to derive it, he will have to continue to improve!
If he were to encounter obstruction from young saints such as Mu Riguang Huang and Hei Liwu again, he could suppress them all with his fire magic alone!
……

After this, Fang Yang still stayed here.

After just resting for half a day, he continued his journey of refining the holy weapon.

He has experienced many dreams over the years.

Among them, there are dreams of saints, dreams of great saints, and even the dreams of Fang Yuesheng, the 'Golden Crow of the Great Sun'.

Therefore, he actually possesses the methods of refining holy weapons such as the [Flame Robe] and the [Golden Crow Holy Fan].

Now, he planned to use these to practice and prepare for recreating the [Donghuang Chaos Bell].

In the blink of an eye, three months passed.

He successfully reproduced some of the holy artifacts in his dreams, but also failed to do so.

For example, he successfully reproduced the Golden Crow Holy Fan.

And outside, the saints such as Master Lanwen and Mr. Shuiqing were sensing one strange wave after another and had become numb.

Even the Great Sage Yu Lei was looking at Fang Yang with some doubt.

too exaggerated.

When will the holy artifacts appear as easily as cabbages?

Moreover, the Great Sage Yu Lei could see that many of Fang Yang’s failures were mostly due to the fact that those holy artifacts had not been lost.

That is, because of the uniqueness of the holy weapon, Fang Yang could not reproduce it.

With this comparison, there is no doubt that Fang Yang has definitely surpassed Sen Yue in terms of talent in the Taoist school of refining!

"Where is your limit?" The Thunder Sage's eyes flickered.

Just like Cambrian Yazun, she also believed that Fang Yang's future would definitely not stop at the Eight Realms.

Fang Yang is very likely to rely on his personal strength to forge a passage to the fairyland!

……

Thousands of thunders fell off the cliff, and there was peace.

At this moment, Fang Yang closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, and adjusted his state.

He is preparing for the next job.

He is going to start to materialize the holy artifact [Donghuang Chaos Bell].

Even though he had the remnants of two Donghuang Chaos Bells in his hands, as long as he followed the steps, he shouldn't go wrong.

But he still took it very seriously and practiced it thousands of times in simulation space.

Because the Donghuang Chaos Bell is the unique sacred artifact of the Great Sun Golden Crow lineage.

Only by possessing it, the Lord of the Great Sun Golden Crow of the present age can inherit the Ways and Laws of many Great Sun Golden Crows from past generations.

This is one of the main reasons why the Great Sun Golden Crow lineage reached its peak in the past.

In other words, only the Great Sun Golden Crow that possesses the Donghuang Chaos Bell can be considered a complete Great Sun Golden Crow.

"Qiang!"

Fang Yang opened his eyes.

He stood up, his body radiating golden light and emitting wisps of divine light.

In his body, the blood was roaring and the divine light was boiling, all turning into a huge bell. His entire body and even his soul were made up of the "bell".

At this moment, his body was shining with gold, and he pushed his hands forward, making the Tai Chi Cloud Hands posture.

With a humming sound, a golden Tai Chi diagram was born behind him, illuminating all directions.

Faintly, he became one with the world, resonating with it. Amid a rumbling sound, golden mysterious mist dripped from his body.

"Wow!"

A voice resounding through heaven and earth rang out.

It sounds like the sound of a bell or a crow, overlapping and spreading beyond the small world.

In a flash, the golden Tai Chi diagram roared, and the Golden Crow Dharma image of the Great Sun flapped its wings and flew out.

A golden wave swept across the sky, ravaging the world.

“What?!” The pupils of the Great Sage Yu Lei contracted and he looked up suddenly.

She is not the Great Sage who only knows how to practice in seclusion.

She is well-versed in ancient and modern times, well-informed, and is also the dean of the Holy Thunder Academy.

If not for this, she would not have been specially assigned by Changshengtian to serve as Fang Yang's first protector.

But the current scene still shocked her a little.

She vaguely understood why the last Great Sun Golden Crow almost became a Venerable!

……

With a "swoosh" sound, the Golden Crow of the Sun rushed towards the sky, its entire body covered with runes, moving at an extremely fast speed.

And above the head of the Big Sun Golden Crow, there was an indistinct huge bell floating up and down.

Now, with the help of the power of the Golden Crow, the big bell rushed into the depths of the thunder pool, wanting to seize all the fortune and turn the virtual into real.

“Even without the sacred Fusang tree, I can recreate the power of the Donghuang Chaos Bell.” Fang Yang’s eyes were firm, and he had the aspiration to swallow the world.

He let out a long roar, and the divine light in his body changed again, completely transforming into a Tai Chi diagram, balancing yin and yang and suppressing the calamity clouds.

(It broke out. Yesterday’s situation was abnormal. Don’t panic. Coo coo coo…)
(End of this chapter)