Ghost Emperor Becomes God

Cen Gan frowned and thought: Are these the weapon refiners from Lingtian Palace? No wonder there is no weapon refinery hall in Lingtian Palace. It turns out that all the weapon refiners were captured here.

What on earth are they doing? Several people wondered curiously.

The elves flying in the air suddenly discovered a few people and let out a shrill scream.

The golden light on Yang Yuyan's body became brighter, and she took off the wooden hairpin on her head.

The wooden hairpin turned into a harp in her hand, and the harp now emitted a golden light.

"Zheng——" Yang Yuyan began to play.

Zeng Xiaochen shouted, "Quickly set up the formation to protect Junior Sister Yang!"

Li Qingliang immediately began to set up the formation and sent a message to Cen Gan: "Master, agree to share the power of origin with me."

Cen Gan immediately conveyed this to Shenshi.

Ao Ce also flew into the air and said to Cen Gan, "Xiao Gan, let me show you our dragon gate formation."

Ao Ce kept making hand seals in the air, then pointed at the magma pool and waved his hand.

Countless magma flew out of the pool with underground fire, and turned into arches standing around the few people, covering them in the middle.

There are eight dragon heads on the arch, spewing flames in eight directions.

Cen Gan was impressed by Ao Ce. He had always thought that Ao Ce could only control water, but he did not expect that he could also control fire and set up formations.

Elves flew towards the few people from all directions. They were so densely packed that no one knew how many there were.

These elves turned into ashes as soon as they came into contact with the earth fire. They kept circling in the air, making sharp and angry sounds.

Seeing this, the craftsmen wearing anklets slowly stopped their work and gathered here.

Yang Yuyan's piano playing became louder and louder, and the elves hovering in the air fell down one by one and finally turned into ashes.

Only when the last elf disappeared did Yang Yuyan stop playing the piano and then fainted.

Just as Cen Gan was about to step forward, Xiao Feng hurried over to support Yang Yuyan and said, "Senior Sister Yang, I'll carry you."

Li Qingliang and Ao Ce also stopped their formations, looking full of energy, which made Zeng Xiaochen look at them with admiration.

At this time, the craftsmen had gathered together, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed repeatedly: "Save us."

Several people looked at these people, some old and some young, but all of them were men.

Zeng Xiaochen: "Who are you?"

A brave man said, "I am a weapon refiner. Lingtian Palace is recruiting weapon refiners. After I came, I was imprisoned here and forced to refine weapons every day."

Zeng Xiaochen frowned; "I see that some of you are still so young, and you are here to be elders too."

The man said with a guilty look on his face: "Lingtian Palace will give us some women to enjoy. If the children born are found to have talent for refining weapons, we will continue to refine weapons."

Several people thought: What about those children who have no talent for refining equipment?

Zeng Xiaochen directly expressed what everyone was thinking: "What if there is no talent for refining equipment?"

The man looked back at the others. When they nodded at him, he continued, "In fact, testing the talent for refining equipment is just a side job. They mainly test the children's talent for divination. Those with the talent for divination can become the main body of the elves, and the other children can only serve as nutrients."

No wonder the entire underground was filled with blood and the entire Lingtian Palace was filled with the cries of babies and women.

They used the Origin to commit such murderous sins, how could the Origin not be exhausted in grief?

Zeng Xiaochen asked: "Who will test you? Where will you test?"

The man said, “I’ll take you there.”

Zeng Xiaochen stomped his foot on the ground, and the spiritual master's cultivation was no longer concealed, and the weapon refiner on the ground was instantly free.

"You guys go now," Zeng Xiaochen said, "Go as far as you can. I will destroy this underground magic palace."

After the man regained his freedom, he led a few people along the platform to an iron gate and said, "They are inside, and the control room is also inside. I'm leaving first."

After saying that, he ran away quickly.

They no longer cared about other people and walked towards the iron gate.

Li Qingliang walked forward, took a look, and shook his head.

Zeng Xiaochen stepped forward and after a careful inspection, a dagger appeared in his hand.

"Don't!" Cen Gan heard Meng Feifei's voice transmission and quickly stopped her.

Following Meng Feifei's instructions, Cen Gan walked to the side of the iron gate and gently pressed a protruding stone.

"Creaky..." The heavy iron door opened, and there was a strong smell of blood inside.

Cen Gan followed Meng Feifei's instructions, walked in front, and led a few people to a room. This should be the main control room, but there was no one there.

This room is very strange. The four walls are covered with mirrors, and there is a huge gem platform in the middle. There is nothing else.

Zeng Xiaochen walked towards the platform.

"Be careful up there!" Meng Feifei suddenly shouted in Cen Gan's sea of ​​consciousness, and the four of them were shocked when they heard it.

Cen Gan wanted to inform Zeng Xiaochen, but it was too late. An elf jumped down from the ceiling and bit Zeng Xiaochen on the neck.

Even Zeng Xiaochen, who was already a spiritual master, fainted immediately.

"Be careful up there!" Meng Feifei continued to remind.

The four of them looked up and found that there was a little elf with red eyes above their heads. There were several little elves surrounding it, staring at them evilly.

"Zhu Xiao, come out!" Cen Gan's mind moved, and his waist felt empty. A white light flashed in the air, and several elves showed evil smiles, which was indescribably weird.

"God's Weeping Blade, cut!" Cen Gan used his telekinesis to command the God's Weeping Blade. Several white lights flashed, and finally the God's Weeping Blade stabbed into the body of the red-eyed elf.

All the elves fell to the ground, except for the red-eyed elf who was still struggling. Its strange red eyes stared at Cen Gan until the God's Crying Sword sucked it down to ashes.

"These elves are not very powerful, but they have strong spiritual consciousness and extremely strong divination power." Meng Feifei said to several people: "This evil elf refining technique should have been passed down by my substitute and spread to the lower world."

Cen Gan's face was grim, and he transmitted his voice: "Could it be that all the Lingtian Palaces, the Immortal Realm, and the God Realm are creating this kind of elves?"

Meng Feifei: "No, according to my divination and induction, this should be their manufacturing base. Because there is no such strong source power anywhere else."

Cen Gan thought of the elves he had seen before. They had no expressions, no thoughts, and were like puppets. They made people feel weird and evil.

They probably kept some of the semi-finished products for their own use, and then provided the finished products to the headquarters or the fairy world.

Those who were just killed were obviously much more advanced. At least they smiled in front of Zhu Xiaodao, which showed that they had their own thoughts and emotions.

"You are very lucky," Meng Feifei said, "If it were a few semi-finished products or failed products, your fate would be the same as the one lying on the ground."

"How is he?" Cen Gan asked Meng Feifei: "Is he dead?"

"If no one saves him, he will definitely die." Meng Feifei said, "The elves can only attack with the soul. There is a hallucinogen in their saliva that can make people lose consciousness instantly. If no one wakes up within half an hour, the person bitten will die."

"How do we wake him up?" Cen Gan asked.