Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

Not far from Mojia Fishing Ground, there is a small town.

The city wall is not high, but at this moment, the magic circle is fully opened, and groups of Qi Refining and Foundation Building monks are walking on the city wall, holding swords and guns in great order.

The leader was a haggard old man.

He stood quietly on the top of the city, with a look of worry on his face, and sometimes fear in his eyes.

A monk came forward cautiously behind him.

"Old patriarch, are we really not going to help?"

The old patriarch of the Mo family didn't look back and shouted in a low voice: "Help? How can I help! I can't intervene in a battle at that level."

The clansman said worriedly: "But the Wu family and my Mo family are close relatives for three generations. San Shuluohai killed three Jindan monks of the Wu family and is an out-and-out mortal enemy. Now he has fled to my Mo family's fishing ground. , if we sit idly by and ignore..."

"how?"

The old patriarch of the Mo family suddenly turned around and stared at the middle-aged man.

Under his gaze, the middle-aged man couldn't help but become speechless.

The old patriarch of the Mo family snorted coldly, "Third brother, I know you married a daughter of the Wu family, but you have to know that the Mo family and the Wu family are just close relatives, and have not been reduced to the status of vassals."

As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged man broke into a cold sweat.

Unknowingly, he had been influenced by his wife to think that the Mo family was a vassal of the Wu family.

At this moment, the old patriarch's words, under the bombardment of spiritual consciousness, were like a bell, making him alert.

"You have to understand that in this battle, there is no difference between me and me."

"After all, I'm just an early-stage Jindan cultivator. Even if I join that kind of battle, it won't be of much help."

"On the contrary, if I unfortunately fall into it, then the Mo family will be completely without Jindan monks and reduced to a foundation-building family. By then, even if the Wu family does not hold them accountable, the Mo family will fall into the abyss."

"What's more..."

What he said was reasonable and well-founded.

The third child of the Mo family, the most promising foundation-building cultivator to be promoted to the Golden Core Stage, gradually became brighter.

The Wu family could afford the death of three golden elixir monks, but the Mo family, which had only one golden elixir monk, could not bear any loss.

When it comes to a family's future, the so-called three generations of smokers have no meaning!

After hearing the unfinished meaning of the old patriarch's last sentence, Mo Laosan, who had already woken up, asked, "Are there any other questions?"

The old patriarch of the Mo family looked solemn and looked in another direction.

"What's more, even those powerful men who are beyond my reach can only watch on the sidelines and dare not take action. Where will it be my turn?"

…

On the top of a low hill, several immortal cultivators stood indistinctly.

The first one, with fluttering sleeves and skirt, is graceful and luxurious.

It was Luo Yuqing, the leader of the Hanli Sect!

At this moment, she was in front of the crowd, silent.

Behind him, there were discussions among the Jindan monks from other forces on Lengguang Island.

"This San Shura Hai is really powerful. Even six Jindan monks couldn't defeat him together. Instead, he killed them one by one."

"Isn't it six? The Master of Bai Zuoshan on the eighth level of the Golden Core also took action. Could it be that you didn't see it?"

"Yes, I originally thought that the mountain master would take action and catch him, but I didn't expect that he was blown away without any resistance. Looking at it like that, I am afraid that he is hundreds of miles away, and it is difficult to rush back. It’s going to take some work.”

"The most important thing is, does he dare to come back?"

"What is the origin of this Luo Hai? He used the fourth level of the Golden Core to fight against five of the same level, even two great monks. He himself enslaved two demonic beasts with unlimited potential at first sight. This is also rare among us Golden Core monks. He is considered the top strong man."

"Didn't you hear that Master He Yuan called him Demon Lord Qingyang?"

"Who is Qingyang Demon Lord? I only know that in the early years, there were some low-level disciples of Yuanmo Sect who liked to refine a kind of Qingyang Demonic Fire from living creatures. Is this person also a member of Yuanmo Sect?"

"I don't know. I only know that Wu Qi from Wushen Island was secretly looking for Demon Lord Qingyang. He even made a big mistake about it and made He Yuan, the true successor of Yuanmo Sect, angry at the dock."

"It is said that Wu Qi mistook He Yuan for Demon Lord Qingyang at that time."

"Hehe, that is to say, now the two victims are facing each other head-on. No wonder Master He Yuan ordered that no one can play Luo Hai's idea, leaving us full of calculations and helpless."

There were endless discussions behind him.

Luo Yuqing's expression was calm, but there was a hint of strangeness in his eyes, and he silently recited the name "Qingyang Demon Lord" from time to time.

I don't know what she was thinking.

But at the moment, everyone's attention was focused on the two people not far away.

In their knowledge, perhaps another war is about to begin.

And this time, is He Yuan, who was born in the Yuan Demon Sect, superior in skill, or is the Qingyang Demon Lord who is poised to win a great victory superior?

Everyone is looking forward to it!

…

In the fishery where the aura is chaotic and the waves are roaring.

A lone boat floats peacefully on the sea, unmoved at all.

Luo Chen struggled to stand in the sky, his consciousness sweeping in all directions, and his expression couldn't help but change.

Sensing the change in his demeanor, He Yuan on the lone boat chuckled, "I am not lying to you! In your current state, if these people swarm you, what are your chances of winning?"

Luo Chen took a deep breath and focused all his attention on He Yuan.

"So, I should really thank you."

"There's no need to thank you. After all, you are a member of my Demona-style lineage."

Luo Chen frowned, "I'm not!"

"You can be!" He Yuan put away his smile and said seriously: "You have the Blood Nightmare Order, and everyone will recognize you as the leader of the Blood Nightmare flow."

Seeing Luo Chen's silence, He Yuan patiently explained: "You have offended too many people in this battle. The Qian family, Wu family, Lianfeng Hao, Bai Zuoshan, these forces will never let you go. You have so many thoughts. The fisherman monk is watching with eager eyes, if you don't submit to me, do you really think you can leave easily?"

Luo Chen seemed to be moving, his expression hesitant.

After a while, he asked: "You... Blood Nightmare Flow Master, what do you like about me? My alchemy skills?"

He Yuan, who came on behalf of Blood Nightmare Demon Luo, showed his smile again.

"Alchemy is one of them. In other words, if you only have alchemy, you can only be regarded as a talent, and it is dispensable. After all, with my Yuanmo Sect background, even if I only have a little bit of it, but I want to cultivate It’s not that difficult to create an excellent alchemist.”

"What really made me determined was your performance in this battle!"

"The spells are exquisite, the physical skills are unparalleled, and the illusion skills are hard to guard against. Such spirit, energy and spirit have no shortcomings. Even when my Yuan Mo Sect is still here and there are many talented people, you can still occupy a place."

"Currently, I, Mo Luo Liu, want to reappear the glory of the Demon Sect, but there are too many missing in all aspects. If you join, you may be a banner for me, Mo Luo Liu, among the Jindan monks."

"Qingyang, I really think highly of you!"

Faced with these words, Luo Chen fell into silence again.

In other places, many Jindan monks who heard this conversation in person couldn't help but hold their breath.

If you think about it carefully, Luo Chen's performance in the previous battle was really awe-inspiring.

It is even said that it is not just the spells, physical skills, and illusions that He Yuan mentioned.

This person is quite good in formations, slave beasts, and even his natal magic weapon.

By the way, there is also the alchemy that He Yuan mentioned!

No one expected that Demon Lord Qingyang would turn out to be an incredible alchemy master, making the Blood Nightmare Demon Luodu look down on him.

In this way, we can probably understand why Wu Qi worked so hard to investigate the whereabouts of this person.

Everyone knows that Wu Qi has been trapped in the sixth level of the Golden Core for many years, trying to advance to the later stage of the Golden Core but failing.

If you get help from elixirs, it might be possible overnight.

He Yuan gave Luo Chen enough time to think.

He also naturally noticed that Luo Chen was trying his best to recover his mana, and the opponent's momentum rebounded briefly.

However, he didn't care about all this.

He was confident and had everything under control.

After a long while, he asked: "How are you thinking about it?"

"I can promise that once you join, I can quell the pursuit of those small forces for you."

"Not only that, I can also allow you to practice on a third-level island alone, and give you countless subordinates, ten furnace cauldrons, and a small half-demon force for you to control!"

Luo Chen raised his eyes, "What's the price?"

"Fight all over the world for me and gain a reputation as a demon!" He Yuan replied without hesitation.

The corner of Luo Chen's mouth twitched, "Don't you think that letting an alchemist go to the battlefield is overqualified and underused?"

He Yuan laughed and said, "In today's situation, alchemy is not as good as Xiao Dao'er. Only by fighting can we have a foothold. What's more... what you did just now is that the alchemist went to the battlefield, right?"

Luo Chen was speechless.

Seeing that he was silent again, He Yuan became impatient.

"Qingyang, my patience is limited!"

Luo Chen took another deep breath and raised up the remaining mana in his body.

"One last question for you."

"you say."

"Are these conditions your intention, or those of the Blood Nightmare Master?"

He Yuan replied without thinking: "Of course it's me... No, it's what the Blood Nightmare Flow Master meant... No, it's what I meant... What's wrong..."

A strange scene suddenly happened.

Through this conversation, Luo Chen finally figured out the weirdness he felt after meeting He Yuan.

This person is a contradiction!

Everything he says and does, everything he thinks is contradictory.

It gives people the feeling that one person speaks twice.

At first glance, those words are very consistent with He Yuan's identity as the leader of the Blood Nightmare stream.

But the conditions given seemed to be said by Blood Nightmare Demon Luo himself.

How can any ordinary Jindan cultivator dare to boast that half of Mo Luo Liu is driven by Luo Chen?

especially!

In the previous fierce battle, Luo Chen had already shown enough strength.

Not to mention that He Yuan is now at the fourth level of the Golden Core. Even a great monk in the late Golden Core stage has to be careful when facing Luo Chen. How can he be so careless and arrogant?

There is only one answer.

This congratulation is not the other congratulation!

"That's all, let's wait until you think about it. I won't accompany you anymore!"

Luo Chen said something, turned around and left.

On the sea, a lone boat was swaying, and He Yuan, who was still in confusion before, turned gloomy.

"Want to leave?"

Just when he was about to take action, Luo Chen, who had left before, suddenly turned back, his eyes showing a strange light.

He Yuan showed his white teeth, "Is it that illusion again? This trick is useful to Master Bai Zuoshan, but not to me."

However, before that strange light bloomed, another invisible wave came first from the Ten Thousand Souls Flag.

The sea breeze blew and his robes rustled. He Yuan, who was standing on the lone boat, dismissed it, but the next moment he felt like he was hit hard.

A sharp feeling broke through the defense of his soul and went straight into the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness.

The sea of ​​​​consciousness, which was like a bloody ocean, suddenly set off a stormy wave.

A hazy figure sitting in a sea of ​​blood slowly raised his head.

Also at the same moment.

He Yuan's eyes met Luo Chen's without hindrance.

Flowers in the mirror, flowers in the water, bloom again!

In just a moment, the hazy shadow shook, and a rich black light burst out from his soul body, pushing out crazily.

It actually infected most of the bloody ocean.

"Old man, get out of here!!!"

At this moment, He Yuan's consciousness was half bright red and half dark, and they were all in conflict!

"Damn it!"

A roaring sound exploded in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The next moment, a blood shadow condensed out of the sea of ​​blood.

As he stepped forward step by step, the sea of ​​​​blood pushed forward crazily, suppressing the black light that was so powerful before, layer by layer.

Seeing this scene, the black shadow knew that he had missed the last chance to struggle.

He looked at the blood shadow with hatred.

"Old man, you have violated the teachings of your ancestors and committed treasonous acts. When our ancestor comes back, you will be thrown into eternal purgatory and you will never be reincarnated!"

"He Yuan, don't have any illusions. The ancestor of the gods will never come back!"

Xueying shouted low and raised his hands.

Huge waves crashed down.

In the end, the endless sea of ​​blood once again shrouded the black shadow.

At this moment, the sea of ​​blood is calm and the sea of ​​consciousness is unified.

The endless blood light turned into a blood robe and draped over Xue Ying's body, making his body more solid.

He glanced at this sea of ​​consciousness and returned to the outside world.

When "He Yuan" opened his eyes again, there was no trace of Luo Chen on the Mo family fishing ground.

He murmured in a low voice: "No wonder this boy made me feel so conflicted at the auction before. I thought he was infected with demon energy and had a half-demon body. Now it seems that he clearly has a Nascent Soul cultivator hidden in him. Nascent Soul.”

"With one careless move, my clone almost suffered a big loss."

"Yes, this is the only way to explain why my blood nightmare order is blocked from perception. Only the Nascent Soul Master at the same level as me can have such means."

At this moment, a strong wind swept across the sea and arrived non-stop.

As soon as he arrived at the scene, he shouted loudly: "Where is Luo Hai?"

Before the roar stopped, the man's expression changed, and he subconsciously fell on He Yuan.

He Yuan looked at this person, frowned at first, and then smiled.

"It's not like my trip was in vain!"

"Master Bai Zuoshan, right? From now on, you will submit to the lineage of my demon, Bloody Nightmare!"

The face of the master of Baioroshan changed and he subconsciously stepped back.

"We, Bai Zuoshan, have always adhered to the neutral attitude of Lengguang Island and will never interfere in the struggle between good and evil."

He Yuan smiled slightly and extended his hand towards the other party.

"It's different!"

"From now on, both Feileng City and Lengguang Island belong to me, Moluo Liu. I won't be surprised if I build a mountain!"

A shocking bloody hand stretched out from He Yuan's body.

It's huge and smelly.

The master of the Baioroshan Mountain stretched out the small mountain in his hand, and the majestic giant mountain unfolded again.

But as the bloody hand grasped it, the huge mountain disintegrated inch by inch. The owner of Baizooshan wanted to use his methods again, but a cold voice came into his ears, making him stop all resistance.

"Do you want to die?"

In his sight, there were numerous figures, and He Yuan's face looked like his own at one moment, and then changed to that of the Blood Nightmare Demon Luo at the next.

In a daze, He Yuan had arrived beside the master of Baizuo Mountain.

With his hands behind his back, He Yuan glanced at him and threw back the hill he had captured before.

The master of Baioroshan swallowed his saliva and bent down in fear.

"Liang Baizao, see the leader!"

He Yuan nodded slightly and looked far north.

"I'll give you a mission. The Qingyang Demon Lord is seriously injured and has lost all his magic power. He is no longer able to fight. Go and help me capture him!"

Liang Baizao opened his mouth, wondering: "Am I the only one? That person has extraordinary means and many trump cards. I'm afraid..."

"It doesn't matter, you are just worried about the illusion. Once I cast the spell for you, it will have no effect on you."

As he spoke, He Yuan grabbed it with one hand.

In the sea below, there was suddenly a shrill howl.

A phantom was captured from between heaven and earth.

Liang Baizao was stunned for a moment, and with just one glance, he noticed the origin of that phantom.

It was he who was a golden elixir monk who made mountains and was good at wielding a giant hammer. He had died in the war before.

He Yuan held the soul, made seals with both hands, and finally slapped Liang Baizao with a sudden palm.

"Go!"

"Having this surrogate soul can guarantee you to withstand three illusion attacks from Demon Lord Qingyang. Three chances are enough for you to take him down. Oh, corpse, I can also accept it."

Liang Baizao took a deep breath and felt the discomfort in his body gradually disappear, but there was a touch of fear in his heart.

Isn't this Blood Nightmare Demon Luo an elder from the Blood Sea lineage of Yuan Mo Sect?

How come you are still proficient in the soul refining lineage?

After Liang Baizao took the order and left, He Yuan looked at the direction in which Luo Chen escaped and snorted coldly.

"You have to pay a price for letting me suffer this humiliation!"