Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

He took the Xuanhuo Sword, and with a well-timed sentence, the tip of the sword rose diagonally.

A flash of light appeared, and then suddenly expanded, turning into a scorching sun. When there was no time to shine, under the hood.

Fierce Sun Technique!

After a round of scorching sun hit, Luo Chen didn't even look at the effect. He raised the palm of his left hand and kept bending his five fingers to make secrets. The long sword in his right hand was drawing in the void, and he was mumbling words with a mysterious sound.

When the Fierce Sun Technique exploded, an embarrassed figure finally caught Luo Chen's eyes.

Two blue water dragons, reduced by 30% of their size, separated from him, one on the left and one on the right, and rushed towards Luo Chen.

Luo Chen didn't care about these two water dragons. Two black lights flew out from his body and rushed towards them one on the left and one on the right.

And he himself slowly pressed down with the Xuanhuo Sword.

"Landslide!"

In the void, an illusory mountain of mana slowly pressed down.

In his eyes, he saw the skinny yellow-faced man, with blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth and broken cassocks.

He stared at Luo Chen with ferocious eyes, holding a long black flag and shaking it upward.

"The Formation of Ten Thousand Souls Rises!"

The infinite black mist that had been defeated before suddenly let out thousands of screams, rose up from the ground, and rushed towards the illusory mountain of mana.

In an instant, the infinite black mist turned into a long black dragon, roaring ferociously.

In an instant, the black dragon and the volcano collided.

The mountain stood in a stalemate for a moment, then suddenly collapsed.

Yan Nantian laughed ferociously, "How dare you show off your small skills."

Amidst the sneers, the long flag waved even more crazily, and the black dragon condensed with black mist roared to the sky, trying to sweep away all the mountains in one fell swoop.

In response, Luo Chen sneered.

People with little knowledge.

The technique of landslide is exactly to cause landslide.

Only in this way can you show your power!

The next moment, layers of flowing fire appeared in the collapsed mana mountain, rolling down like waves or magma, completely covering Black Dragon and Yan Nantian.

Not only that.

The fiery miasma that had previously been mixed into the Ten Thousand Souls Formation exploded at this time, and the filthy evil energy filled the air, destroying its composition from the black dragon's body.

Especially where a ray of gray light passed, the dragon body composed of black mist disintegrated inch by inch.

Yan Nantian finally realized something was wrong.

But in such a situation, it is difficult to get off the tiger, so we can only use our best strength to drive the Ten Thousand Soul Banner to survive this wave.

Luo Chen multitasked and glanced at both sides.

The two black lights and the blue water dragon had already decided the winner after several collisions.

The air-breaking nails and the soul-breaking nails were driven into the dragon's head, making a clanging sound inside.

"This should be the water-dividing thorn, one of Yan Nantian's three treasures. It really has the power to divide water and transform into a dragon."

After taking a look, Luo Chen saw that the two black nails were equally matched, so Luo Chen stopped paying attention.

His left hand suddenly settled on his chest, no longer making any secrets.

On the Xuanhuo Sword in his right hand, clusters of streams of light began to tremble.

Every tremor represents a huge amount of mana pouring out of Luo Chen's body.

With such a huge stack of mana, even Luo Chen could vaguely hear whining sounds coming from the sword of this low-grade magic weapon flying sword, which was not very good in quality.

"Nine Suns are already at their peak. If there is any more, this sword will not be able to withstand my domineering power."

Luo Chen sighed in his heart, and then pointed the tip of his sword in the night sky.

Every time I click on it, a glimmer of light appears.

Every time you point it out, it's a different direction.

Not long after, Luo Chen stopped moving the Xuanhuo Sword, and the whining in the sword finally stopped.

At the same time, the battle below also ended miserably.

At some point, Yan Nantian was forced to the lowest point. His feet stepped on the water out of thin air, and his beard and hair were bent and blackened, as if they had been burned.

The cassock on his body was even more torn, exposing most of his naked chest. There are numerous scars on it, which shows how many life-and-death fights he has experienced in his life.

His hands were shaking.

The long flag in his hand showed that the darkness was no longer deep, and the black mist covering it was mostly lightened.

He looked at Luo Chen in confusion: "What kind of magic is that?"

"This technique of landslide is only the second level."

Facing his question, Luo Chen answered his question in a leisurely manner, as if everything was under control.

Yan Nantian stared, "How can a mere second-level spell break my Ten Thousand Souls Banner's Ten Thousand Soul Formation?"

Luo Chen smiled slightly, "Spells have different levels, but their power only depends on the ability of the caster. Just like your Ten Thousand Soul Banner, if it is in the hands of a strong person from Yuan Mo Sect's soul refining lineage, It should be able to exert a power several times stronger than yours! Could it be that fellow Taoist don’t understand such a simple truth?”

Yan Nantian's expression condensed.

I have to say that Luo Chen's words are indeed true.

But along the way, he had little time and space to practice his spells quietly. He finally got a chance to breathe for a hundred years and focused on improving his realm. He couldn't even distract himself from cultivating a treasure.

He understood the truth, but it was in vain.

He pursed his lips and said, "Last question, what is your name?"

He didn't ask about the purpose, nor the origin, nor the grudges. He just wanted to know Luo Chen's name.

After asking this topic, he didn't wait for an answer.

A long flag rolled up in his hand, wrapping himself in layers, and then he opened his mouth and spit out a small blue sword.

The small sword spit out brilliance, shrouded him, and then suddenly rushed towards Luo Chen.

Facing this scene, Luo Chen still had a faint smile on his lips.

How could he not see that the other party was just recovering his energy and sorting out the meridians in his body in order to mobilize more mana in the golden elixir.

But he still accompanied the other party and talked about such a drama.

Because, he is waiting too!

"I am Qingyang, fellow Taoist, it is a good journey on the road to Huangquan!"

With a slight whistle, Luo Chen exhaled a long breath of white air.

The next moment, nine rays of light suddenly burst out in the night sky and turned into huge fireballs, like the blazing sun.

In an instant, nine days flew across the sky, wrapping the blue light together.

"burst!"

boom!

It was clearly an explosion of the Nine Styles of Fierce Sun Technique, but at this moment, there was only one voice between heaven and earth.

In the past, Luo Chen could also cast the Burning Sun Technique instantly at will, and he could even cast eight or nine Burning Sun Techniques in a row.

But the detonation of this technique is usually done one by one.

But this time, it was nine days in the sky, and all nine suns exploded!

The sudden burst of power was even more powerful than many third-level spells.

The ten-mile flat lake is no longer shrouded in black fog, but this time, what is reflected is no longer the bright white moonlight, but the red sun!

The terrifying mana fluctuations first shrank inwards and then suddenly expanded outwards.

The huge air wave, like a tsunami, pushed in all directions in layers, and its coverage area continued to expand.

Ten miles, twenty miles, thirty miles... Judging from its posture, it has the potential to affect thousands of miles!

The cultivators on the Feiyan Islands who were watching the battle were shocked when they saw this scene. Everyone even screamed and retreated crazily.

I was afraid that the aftermath of this battle would affect Chi Yu.

Cheng Dou, who was responsible for maintaining the water mirror technique, changed his expression greatly. He didn't know whether to return it or to stay where he was.

Cheng Haixin, Cheng Haichang and others who had already fled to the rear looked at Cheng Dou who was hesitant to retreat and quickly shouted: "Brother, retreat quickly!"

Hearing this voice, Cheng Dou, who was originally hesitant, gritted his teeth and became determined.

In this battle, Luo Chen gave him such a task, and he couldn't retreat without saying a word.

His hands kept making secrets, and a series of light shields blocked the front.

In just a few breaths, the terrifying air wave swept around him.

However!

Just when it was about to hit Cheng Dou, the air wave stopped.

Only strong winds blew the man's long hair tied behind his back to fly freely.

Cheng Dou's face turned pale, and he raised his head with difficulty to look at the water mirror above his head.

On it, ripples rippled.

But the pictures in it are still lifelike.

Regarding this, he was only shocked by how powerful the Qingyang Demon Lord was in controlling magic.

Whether it is the burst range of the fire spell or the solid water mirror technique left behind, they have undoubtedly reached the peak level of their respective spells.

"call……"

He breathed a long sigh of relief and looked back at the frightened monks.

"Everyone, this distance is the best distance chosen by Demon Lord Qingyang to watch the battle. If you don't believe me, how can you still not trust Lord Demon Lord?"

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, speechless for a moment.

At this moment, a crisp exclamation came from the crowd.

"Danger!"

In the water mirror picture, under the nine suns that seemed to be able to destroy everything, a flash of blue light stood out and headed straight for Luo Chen!

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On top of the ten-mile flat lake, Luo Chen raised his eyebrows.

The Xuanhuo Sword was switched to his left hand behind his back, and his right hand suddenly stretched out, and pointed like a sword in the gap between them, clamping the tip of the sword out of thin air.

Ding!

"It's a pretty good magic weapon, the Flying Sword. Unfortunately, it's at the end of its useful life."

While muttering to himself, the blue flying sword disintegrated inch by inch, turning into pieces and falling into the mud at the bottom of the lake.

Luo Chen's eyes had already been cast in another direction.

Under the cover of night, a long flag with dim spiritual light wrapped a golden elixir and fled madly in one direction.

Under the explosion of the nine suns, even if Yan Nantian had extraordinary means and relied on the Ten Thousand Souls Flag to protect himself, he could not withstand the terrifying explosive power.

His physical body has been completely destroyed.

There is only one golden elixir, lingering and trying to escape.

With the demonic style of the Beihai Immortal World, even if there is only one golden elixir left, there are many ways to make a comeback.

However, how could Luo Chen do this?

His body suddenly shook, and a pair of wings suddenly appeared from behind.

His wings trembled, and after a few flickers, he was already several miles away, right in front of the Soul Refining Flag.

Luo Chen suddenly grabbed it with his big hand.

Within the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, a ghost king rushed out with a roar, trying to block the grab.

However, Luo Chen didn't care, and his big hand suddenly turned into a claw, which was the Tanyun Divine Claw!

On the giant claws, endless green flames swirled, forcefully penetrating the ghost king's soul body, and grabbed the golden elixir within the banner.

"Fellow Taoist, spare me a moment..."

Click!

The azure golden elixir fell apart instantly.

The rich magic power is released in all directions.

The remaining soul fell into the Ten Thousand Souls Flag, and was bitten and devoured by the remaining resentful ghosts.

Luo Chen raised his brows, grabbed the Ten Thousand Souls Flag, and penetrated it with his spiritual consciousness.

"When the host dies, all the ghosts will bite back!"

"good!"

After saying hello, Luo Chen grabbed the Ten Thousand Souls Flag and flew back to the original place of Yaoyue Island in Shiliping Lake.

With a move of his hand, two streams of light flew from the lake.

Taking a closer look, he saw that it was the two black nails of Soul-breaking and Qi-shattering, and a pair of water spikes drawn by the magic power attached to the black nails.

Putting away the black nails first, Luo Chen grabbed the pair of water-splitting spikes.

At this moment, the war finally came to an end.

But time passed by in less than a cup of tea.

Luo Chen was floating quietly above the lake, as if waiting for something.

After a while, the surrounding spiritual energy fluctuated greatly, and figures swished and fell in all directions.

The leader is Cheng Dou.

He first took a look at the original Yaoyue Island environment.

The island is no longer there, sunk thousands of feet deep into the lake.

As for the ten-mile flat lake, there is no clear lake surface anymore, revealing the pitted lake bottom, with a large area of ​​dead fish and spiritual plants inside.

In the sky, there were raindrops falling down one after another.

Looking at the devastation, Cheng Dou's heart trembled.

The battle between the Jindan monks has almost brought the sea to a level and the rivers to have stopped flowing.

In particular, this battle was still under the control of that one from beginning to end, and the scope of the battle was not expanded.

If they really fight regardless of the situation, even Feiyan Thirty-six Islands won't be enough for them to deal with.

After swallowing, Cheng Dou bent down deeply.

"Cheng Dou of Black Swan Island led the cultivators of Feiyan Thirty-Six Islands to meet the Qingyang Demon Lord!"

As he bowed in salute, the remaining six foundation-building monks of the Cheng family also bowed in salute.

"The Demon Lord is mighty!"

Luo Chen's expression remained unchanged, and his seemingly peaceful eyes slowly swept towards the other foundation-building cultivators.

By this time, all the foundation-building monks on the Feiyan Islands had already arrived one after another, numbering about a hundred.

Under his glance, everyone who looked at him couldn't bear the pressure and subconsciously lowered their eyebrows and lowered their heads.

All of them personally watched the battle through the water mirror.

I saw how Luo Chen suppressed Nantian Master from beginning to end in a short period of time, and even the opponent didn't even have time to escape with a trace of his soul.

Such a ferocious force is even more powerful than that of Nantian back then!

I don’t know who it was, but shouted “The Demon Lord is mighty!”

What follows is a chain reaction.

"The Demon Lord is mighty!"

"The Demon Lord is mighty!"

"The Demon Lord is mighty!"

However, the voices of hundreds of people, when combined at this moment, actually sounded like a great bell, resounding through the clouds.

The corners of Luo Chen's mouth slowly rose.

"Everyone, see you here in one month. I hope all of you will not be absent!"

The clear and clear voice spreads throughout the country and enters everyone's heart.

Anyone who hears this will feel a tremble in their heart.

When they raised their heads, there was no figure of Luo Chen in the night sky.

In front of Cheng Dou, there was a jade slip that glowed red.

Cheng Dou took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to hold the jade slip, and messages came out one after another.

This is a spirit-gathering and pulse-consolidating formation!

He looked at the devastated and dilapidated Yaoyue Island and understood what Luo Chen meant.

"In one month, we will clean up the mess and gather the scattered third-level spiritual veins here."

"Fellow Daoist Xu, Brother Wang, and Mr. Fu, I'm afraid this matter will trouble you three."

"As for everyone, those with money will contribute money and those with power will contribute."

Everyone looked at each other.

How could the low-grade third-level spiritual veins here be able to withstand a big battle?

It has been broken up.

If you want to rebuild and gather your spiritual veins, the price you have to pay will be extremely huge.

Especially when time is so tight!

Naturally, everyone was reluctant to part with it.

But when he thinks of the demonic power of Qingyang, no one dares to slack off.

Especially what the other party said before leaving, "See you again here in one month, and everyone will be welcome."

Seeing that no one was talking, Cheng Dou took a step forward and shouted sharply.

"Do you dare to disobey me?"

After drinking it, everyone trembled as if the Qingyang Demon Lord was present.

The monk surnamed Xu who had been talking to Cheng Dou before shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"I don't dare to do that anymore."

After he spoke, "Brother Wang" and "Old Fu" who had been named by Cheng Dou before could only sigh and accepted the task.

The three of them are the most powerful formation mages on Feiyan Thirty-Six Islands.

They usually maintain the island-connecting formation method passed down by the Canghai League.

After these three people succumbed to the lustful power of Demon Lord Qingyang, the others no longer had any intention of resisting and expressed their willingness to help.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Dou's tense face relaxed.

The corners of his mouth rose, and finally he couldn't help but reveal a bright and wanton smile.

This time, he won the bet!

From then on, as long as Demon Lord Qingyang is in Feiyan Islands, his Cheng family will be the number one cultivating immortal family in the islands.

Nothing better than this!

As long as he waits until he successfully forms the elixir, his Cheng family will still be able to prosper even after Demon Lord Qingyang leaves in the future.

Feeling the remnants of Yan Nantian's aura here, he laughed even more crazily.

The sea water is immeasurable, so how could he, Cheng Dou, remain inferior to others all his life.

Yan Nantian can't suppress him, and Demon Lord Qingyang is just a transition. One day, he, Cheng Dou, will become a veritable master of Feiyan!

That day is not far away!

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PS: There is still one day left, please give me some double monthly passes. I hope you can give them to me.

It’s shameless that I haven’t been able to update recently.

I opened a new map, and I don’t have much of an outline. It’s been a bit of a torture to write it recently, so I hope you all will bear with me.

All I can say is, try to keep updating!