"Purple Rain Dragon, as a pilgrim son, you are even reluctant to take out a spirit soldier, and you still have the face to stay here and watch?"

Yiheng directly with contempt, although he can't fight in this square, scolding is not forbidden.

"The Purple Rain Dynasty also produced three supreme spirit soldiers just now, why can't the Holy Son stay and watch? There are still so many people here who haven't come up with anything, shouldn't they all be driven away?"

Wang Tianjiao, who was wearing purple armor, stood up and roared at Yiheng, indignant.

"You also said that he is the Holy Son, hurry up and gather three more Supreme Spirit Soldiers, or ask this Imperial Holy Son to leave quickly. I don't welcome this kind of shameless son here. ”

Yiheng stood directly with his hands in his hands, waiting for everyone from the Purple Rain Dynasty to come, the meaning was obvious, either hand over three more Supreme Spirit Soldiers, or get out of here.

All of a sudden, everyone was staring at the Purple Rain Dragon, looking directly at this high-ranking Holy Son, his face was red and hot. If you are driven away like this, it will definitely be a very humiliating thing.

Everyone in the Purple Rain Dynasty was furious in their hearts, but they had no other way but to gather the three supreme spirit soldiers again, all of them had a feeling of "dumb people eat coptis chinensis, and they can't say what they are bitter about".

The three supreme spirit soldiers were almost thrown at Yiheng's feet. But Yiheng didn't care at all, his face was full of smiles, and then he started to move.

He directly used the Black Lotus Demon Fire, and then ran alchemy to directly envelop a large number of Supreme Spirit Soldiers.

Although the Black Lotus Demon Fire has a terrifying high temperature, it is not easy to refine the Supreme Spirit Soldier. But the existence of alchemy is like refining ordinary mortal iron.

A large number of Supreme Spirit Soldiers, after being shrouded in the Black Lotus Demon Fire for more than ten minutes, directly began to shrink wildly, and continued to emerge Dao Golden Light, as if they were burning, blazing.

"It's alchemy!"

Many people have this sigh in their hearts, and they are both envious and jealous of Yiheng's opportunity. One by one, I can't help but wonder, where did this nameless boy come from? Luck is also too good!

The refining lasted for half an hour, and then the thirty-three Supreme Spirit Soldiers all turned into bits of golden light, and finally condensed into golden dots the size of ants.

The existence of almost 10 million yuan crystals in the thirty-three Supreme Spirit Soldiers, but they were only refined into ant-sized gold points, which made Yiheng speechless.

What kind of opportunities should this alchemy art have to be cultivated in order to be cultivated? It's a bit of an exaggeration.

Everyone's thoughts are completely different from Yiheng, if this metal refined by alchemy can create a spirit soldier, what kind of power will it be?

Just thinking about it is unimaginable.

It's just that, not to mention a spirit soldier, even spreading the index finger all over has some difficulties. Anyway, Yiheng didn't have any expectations, he felt that it was too far away.

Yiheng put away the gold point first, but did not absorb it on the spot, and it is better to hide the golden finger. He yawned, stretched, and glanced at the crowd again.

"See, the alchemy of the Alchemy Emperor was really obtained by me. This is his old man's recognition of me, you mortals, it is better to be kind to me in the future, otherwise I am sorry for the land he guarded, which is to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors. ”

Yiheng's words were like a kind of sarcasm, piercing everyone's hearts. The Holy Son and the Holy Daughter are peerless, why was he always chosen?

Everything seems to be predestined in the dark.

However, you Jiaozi of the Eastern Wilderness will not think so, Yiheng's body is just another coveted thing. In the Emperor Tomb, alchemy is not the biggest gain, because there are still imperial soldiers who will come to the world.

The crowd dispersed, and the excitement continued, but Yiheng's side was calm for the time being.

"Shenming, I feel that if the Crazy Emperor knows about your existence, he will definitely choose to take you as an apprentice. Alchemy and alien fire are incomparable treasures to foundries. ”

Han Qianxue said seriously, it's not that she knows the Crazy Emperor, but that she has an understanding of the foundry, and she has also seen too many legends about alchemy.

In the era of imperial chaos 10,000 years ago, the reason why the Emperor of God Alchemy was able to defeat the emperors of the Protoss without defeat, and later beheaded the bloody hands of the Heavenly Demons, was because of the existence of alchemy.

It is rumored that alchemy was created by the Alchemy Emperor, and it is also an important reason why he can get the title of "Alchemy Emperor". Of course, 10,000 years have passed, and everything is just a legend.

But, alchemy, must be extraordinary.

"I think you can really consider calling yourself a foundry, it's the most respected profession, even if it's just a master caster, there will be no force that can easily provoke you. ”

Tu Niu Niu said very seriously, with a hint of excitement on his face, and his eyes were rolling around.

"Is it possible that if I become a forger, I can help you forge spirit soldiers?" Yiheng asked with a smile.

"Those who know me are gods. Tu Niu Niu laughed and said, not feeling embarrassed at all, as if it was a matter of course to ask Yiheng to help.

"Xiaoxiao also strongly supports Brother Shenming to become a foundry. Tu Xiaoxiao kept blinking a pair of eyes that seemed to be talking, and her ponytail was raised high.

"It's all like this, then I can only vigorously support the little brother of the gods. Jin Xinyue opened her mouth at the right time, and directly served Yiheng a bowl of wine.

Although Han Qianxue, Tu Tiantian and Zhen Kana didn't say anything, it was obvious that there were two big words written on their faces: support!

"It's hard for everyone, put yourself in my shoes like this, but this kind of thing will be talked about later, let's fight for the opportunity of the emperor's tomb first, the inner tomb must be entered, it is a good opportunity to become a king. ”

Yiheng smiled faintly, swallowed the wine in the bowl in one gulp, and then looked towards the fourth emperor monument. The emperor monument shook, the crystal light, and four big characters appeared.

"The Tomb of the Weeping Monument. ”

There is a monument in the emperor's mound, which is erected for the people who died in the emperor's rebellion. The stele has no spirit, people die with grievances, and resentment breeds, and all kinds of ghosts will be born, which is an ominous sign. With the refining of ten thousand laws into the stele, with tears to wash away grievances, it has become a place of inheritance, the tomb of the weeping stele.

This time, everyone appeared in a huge cemetery, there were no piles of tombs, only huge tombstones, no names, only tears.

Yiheng looked at a tombstone in front of him, stood silent for a long time, and a tear dripped out of the stele, and then rolled down, as if the stele was really crying.

Yiheng reached out and caught a drop of falling tears, there was no warmth, only a trace of coldness. The teardrops were crystal clear, and after a while, they dissipated in Yiheng's hand, and then Yiheng felt a trace of sadness.

The sadness came out of thin air, but it also seemed to rise from the deepest part of his heart, and then, Yiheng cried directly. A tear dripped from the corner of Yiheng's eye, and at this moment, he felt the breath of death.

There is fear in the face of death, there is unwillingness in the face of death, and there is anger and resentment in the face of death.

Not only that, it seems that the closest person is persecuted, and it seems that all the acquaintances around him have turned into nothingness for a while, which is a sting that makes people unable to breathe, and it is also a clear despair.

All of these are the various thoughts and strong emotions left by people before they die. Even if 10,000 years have passed, even if Yiheng is just a bystander, when he feels them, he can't help but want to cry.

This is the magic of the Tomb of the Weeping Monument, which can measure people's true emotions. If it is a great traitor, he will definitely not be recognized by the weeping monument, he will not gain anything here, and even someone has been directly killed.

After this strong emotion, Yiheng saw a sword book in the weeping monument, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, killing all directions. However, Yiheng did not choose to accept it, but walked to the next crying monument.

There are thousands of weeping tablets, each of which is a hidden spell, or a code of cultivation, or the law of imperial weapons, or soul art, or sword duel......

What you get, you can only depend on their own chances, and everyone has two chances. Just now, Yiheng has already used it once.

Almost six times the number of people, it seems that as long as they are dispersed, they can get all the spells in the weeping tablet, or there are duplicate ones, but in fact, they are not.

Inside each weeping monument, there is more than just a spell. Moreover, the distribution of weeping monuments is step-shaped. The more you go to the top, the less likely you are to be able to comprehend and gain. Of course, if you can get it, it is naturally more precious.

Yiheng didn't choose too much, and walked directly towards the largest weeping monument in the front. He won the first place in the Tower of the Arsenal, and he had already won the qualification to enter the inner tomb, so he could give it a go.

The stele is nine zhang nine high, three zhang three zhang wide, not the normal stele shape, but the sword shape, this is the most famous weeping stele sword heart in the tomb of the weeping stele, it is rumored that it can go straight to the depths of people's hearts, stirring people's heartstrings.

Not only Yiheng, but also all the holy sons and holy daughters. However, the Sons were all scattered from each other and did not get too close. Of course, the distance from the Tianshan Holy Maiden is even farther.

Yiheng looked at it, and sat directly next to the Tianshan Holy Maiden, although it was said that it was on the side, but there was still a place for one person. He didn't want to get into trouble with the other party because of this.

The eyebrows of the Tianshan Holy Maiden did not frown, as if she did not notice Yiheng's arrival at all, of course, this is absolutely impossible. She just didn't care that Yiheng sat next to her.

The eyebrows are picturesque, and under the light veil, you can vaguely see a delicate and beautiful face. Ranked among the three beauties in the Eastern Wilderness, it is naturally not forcibly crowned.

Yiheng didn't look at it much, just glanced at it, and then looked at the weeping tablet sword heart and began to understand.

Not long after he sat down, Ji Ruxue also came, looked at the people around the sword heart of the weeping tablet, frowned, and finally sat on the other side of Yiheng.

On the other side of the Tianshan Holy Maiden, there was a bigger position, but Ji Ruxue had no choice.

In the distance, there are three equally powerful tombstones, named Weeping Monument Sandao, which are second only to the existence of the Weeping Monument Sword Heart, and Tu Niu Niu and others have chosen them.

Those who are famous in the weeping monument cannot be selected repeatedly. Choosing one of the two, they chose the latter.

Tu Niu Niu They are not like Yiheng who are already qualified to enter the inner tomb, for the sake of safety, they naturally chose to cry the stele three ways, and strive for the emperor's stele to leave a name.

Although he didn't choose the weeping tablet Kenshin, he didn't pay much attention at all, and when he saw the two people sitting on the left and right sides of Yiheng, he complained again.

"What's so good about that kid you say? Isn't it just a little white face who can be treated like this?"

Tu Niu Niu was the first to scold, angry.

"Brother Niu, if you can't see it, you won't be bothered, I just sat with my back on my back. ”

Jin Xinyue was also very helpless, out of sight was pure, he chose to ignore it.

The rest of the people also glanced at Yiheng, and although they were surprised, they didn't comment much. Of course, in addition to Tu Xiaoxiao.

"Brother Shenming is really a weirdo, as a scoundrel, he is not disgusted by the two beauties, he is really powerful. ”

These are the complaints of passers-by and everyone to Yiheng, but the "Yanfu" in the distance, in the eyes of others, is all red luoluo's hateful gaze.

Many people look at Yiheng from time to time, with a murderous gaze, and the flame of anger grows in their hearts, just waiting for an opportunity.

Waiting for the opportunity to do it, fight Yiheng, chase and kill Yiheng, and chase and kill Yiheng. Anyway, if there is an opportunity, everyone will definitely not show mercy.

And this opportunity, I believe that it will come soon, and it will definitely come!