The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river.

Only half a cup of tea had passed before the spiritual material had been completely melted, and the impurities inside had been refined into gas and completely eliminated.

Tong Dachuan immediately took away a black vessel underneath, which was now filled with a layer of silvery white viscous liquid.

The refining table shook slightly, and another piece of dark spiritual material flew up, accurately landed under the fire in the red lotus land, and began to spin continuously.

After a cup of tea, this piece of spiritual material was completely melted, turning into a pool of black liquid that seemed to absorb all colors.

Zhan Nianchuan's face turned slightly pale, but he understood that this was not the time to rest. He swallowed a pill and continued to refine the spiritual materials.

An hour later, all the spiritual materials were refined.

At this time, Tong Dachuan looked solemn. He held a sledgehammer in his hand, and his muscles were all tangled. He began to temper a huge piece of black spiritual material that had been refined. This was an extremely critical step, forging the embryo.

"Bang! Bang!"

Sparks flew everywhere, and under Tong Dachuan's heavy beating, the originally irregular black spiritual material began to slowly deform, gradually becoming a round shape.

Three hours later, Zhan Nianchuan took over the forging hammer.

Tong Dachuan took a pill and began to close his eyes and regulate his breathing.

Five hours later, Tong Dachuan took over the forging hammer again.

After repeating this process dozens of times, the black spiritual material was finally shaped into a circular formation with one thousand and eighty holes on it.

By this time, both of them looked tired, but their expressions were extremely solemn, and Tong Dachuan even had a faint look of worry on his face.

Zhan Nianchuan waved one hand, and two hair-thin threads, one black and one white, flew out from the refined liquid. As Zhan Nianchuan's forging hammer fell, he outlined mysterious and inexplicable lines like lightning. The formation pattern was then violently hammered into the formation platform by Zhan Nianchuan.

Tong Dachuan watched nervously on the side. His formation skills were not as good as Zhan Nianchuan's, and his physical strength was also not comparable to Zhan Nianchuan's. Therefore, he was unable to intervene in the key step of tempering the formation pattern into the formation. Everything It all depends on Zhan Nianchuan himself.

"Bang! Bang!"

The loud noises continued to explode, and the black and white formations continued to extend towards the formation. At the same time, Zhan Nianchuan's sweat continued to flow one by one, and bloodshot eyes began to appear. This was because he had already refining the formation. The Divine Art has reached its peak.

Tong Dachuan looked at Zhan Nianchuan worriedly, his palms full of sweat. He knew how much pressure Zhan Nianchuan was at this time. There were too many formation patterns to be engraved on such a large formation at once, and there couldn't be any mistakes. . At the same time, Zhan Nianchuan must also control the outline of each thin line to ensure smoothness and consistency, and also ensure that the strength of each hammer must be completely consistent.

This simultaneously posed the most severe challenge to Zhan Nianchuan's spiritual consciousness, magic power and physical strength.

And this could not fail, because the main material is the extremely rare third-level top spiritual material meteorite. During the refining process, the meteorite iron ore that Zhan Nianchuan brought out from the secret realm of Nanlu was completely consumed. , there is no chance to come back after failure.

Two hours later.

Seeing Zhan Nianchuan's expression gradually turning pale and feeling his gradually declining aura, Tong Dachuan's palms became sweaty and he silently encouraged Zhan Nianchuan in his heart.

hold onto! More than half of it is done.

Four hours later, Tong Dachuan looked at Zhan Nianchuan's face as pale as paper. He was so anxious that he kept yelling in his heart. He wanted to stop him verbally but was afraid of disturbing him, so he could only stand there motionless.

Five hours later, feeling that Zhan Nianchuan's aura had weakened to the extreme, Tong Dachuan looked at the Spirit Gathering Formation that had been covered with black and white formations, leaving only the last small blank space, and let out a helpless sigh in his heart. , slowly stretched out his right hand towards Zhan Nianchuan.

He must stop Zhan Nianchuan. If he continues like this, he will have big problems.

Suddenly, Tong Dachuan's right hand froze in the air, with an unbelievable look in his eyes.

Zhan Nianchuan's almost depleted mana and blood suddenly replenished, and his face was no longer so pale.

Blood Essence Pill!

This must be the Blood Essence Pill that Xi'er mentioned that can support her in performing the secret escape technique!

Good boy, I really have you!

But can you please stop pushing the limits like this? Tong Dachuan shook his head, looking at Zhan Nianchuan with half emotion and half admiration in his heart, and at the same time he was ready to take over the next step of refining.

Seven hours later.

Zhan Nianchuan suddenly took a few steps back and sat down cross-legged without even looking at the Spirit Gathering Formation. Tong Dachuan, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately stepped forward to take over, quickly threw out two Dan Fire Talismans and continued to forge the refiner embryo.

An hour later, the Spirit Gathering Formation was completely refined.

Looking at this seemingly inconspicuous and huge array, Tong Dachuan's eyes were filled with joy. This was a truly earth-level high-grade magic weapon formation, and it was also the top among high-grade magic weapons.

Looking at the thousands of holes above and imagining the scene of filling them with medium-grade spiritual stones, Tong Dachuan took a breath of air.

How much can this increase the continuous infusion of spiritual power?

Seeing that Zhan Nianchuan's complexion was beginning to turn rosy at this time, Tong Dachuan felt relieved, sat aside and began to look through the weapon refining classics that Zhan Nianchuan had copied for him.

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Yunlan Sect.

In a huge stone room made entirely of flaming red rocks, Master Chiyang and Feng Chengye both had gloomy faces and said nothing.

Feng Chengye's facial injuries have completely healed. Even the lost teeth have been replaced and the recovery is as good as before. No trace of injury can be seen.

Imagining Tong Xi smiling coquettishly in the arms of the silver-masked young man, Feng Chengye felt extremely uncomfortable and angry. He looked at the silent master and blurted out angrily:

"Master, are we just going to watch the Xuantian Sect develop and grow like this? Tong Xi and Gan Weiwei are both in the late stage of foundation building. If they enter the core formation realm, it will be too detrimental to us."

"So what if it's unfavorable? Do we really want to face the Holy Son of Taiqing Palace?" Master Chiyang looked at Feng Chengye who looked anxious. How could he not know what he was thinking? He asked Feng Chengye dumbly with just one sentence. Speechless.

Seeing his apprentice's dejected look, Chiyang scolded him with hatred:

"Trash! A woman has charmed you like this, what else can you do? Are you the only one who can support the entire Yunlan Sect?"

Feng Chengye was shocked. He had already lost Tong Xi, but he must not lose Master Chiyang's trust again, so he quickly stood up and saluted:

"Disciple realizes that he was wrong. Please forgive me, Master."

Upon seeing this, Master Chiyang stroked his long flame-like beard with satisfaction and said calmly:

"You don't have to be sad, she's just a woman. I think she is very close to the Holy Son of Taiqing Palace now, and he will probably take her to Taiqing Palace. As long as he leaves, Xuantian Sect will have nothing to worry about. Nangong will definitely die from his injuries in twenty years at most. At that time, I will directly assign an elder at the Core Formation Realm to take control of the Xuantian Sect. I think Gan Weiwei’s beauty is not inferior to Tong Xi’s, so you can play whatever you want. "

Hearing this, Feng Chengye was immediately overjoyed. Thinking of Gan Weiwei's extremely hot figure, charming and bone-crushing appearance, and the way she cried softly under him, he licked his thin lips to suppress the evil fire in his heart, Salute again:

"Disciple thanks Master!"