Chaos Yuan Ying sat firmly in Ye Cheng's dantian, exactly the same as his current state, like a miniature version of Ye Cheng.

At the same time, on the surface of Ye Cheng's body, there was a faint layer of gray mist, resisting the five-colored thunder tribulation, and he couldn't touch a single penny.

Ye Cheng lowered his head slightly, looking at the Chaos Mother Stone, as if he was thinking about something.

If it is used as a sharp weapon for attack, such as knives, swords, halberds, guns, and ge, it can cut everything in the world, and if it is used as a tripod, bell, tower, and seal, it can suppress all the worlds!'

'But chaos is formless and nothing, just a cloud of turbidity, which cannot be cut off, burned, melted, or devoured, and it is so difficult to refine it, it is not weaker than refining an imperial soldier again!'

"It's hard, it's hard!

Ye Cheng lowered his head, sometimes looking up to the sky and sighing, sometimes showing his face, sometimes frowning, as if he was thinking about something that was extremely difficult to decide.

After a moment, his face froze, as if he had made up his mind, and he raised his hand to put away the Chaos Mother Stone, and slapped it on it with one hand, causing it to release a cloud of chaotic qi.

"If you don't try, how do you know if you can succeed? Even if you fail, it won't have much impact, but once you succeed, the benefits are unimaginable!"

"Dang!"

The Infant Slashing Sword snorted lightly, and was summoned by Ye Cheng, he didn't say a word, held the Infant Slashing Sword in his hand, and the other hand detained the chaotic qi, taking advantage of the five-color thunder tribulation, Ye Cheng was ready to temper the Infant Slashing Sword!

If you can use the chaotic qi to temper the infant sword, as long as you can succeed, the benefits are unimaginable.

A five-colored thunder tribulation fell, and Ye Cheng threw the Infant Slashing Sword and the Chaotic Qi into it at the same time.

"Boom!"

The five-colored thunderbolt fell on the Infant Slashing Sword, causing it to crack on the spot, and an inch-wide crack appeared on it, if it weren't for a mysterious force pulling it, the Infant Slashing Sword would have completely collapsed.

"Ah, master, I'm in so much pain, I'm about to be torn!"

Sakura screamed incessantly, her voice full of horror.

She is just a sword spirit, the baby sword is its body, if the baby sword is destroyed, the sword spirit will not be able to last.

"Just endure it! I want to use the chaotic qi to forge you again, if you succeed, it will be of great benefit to you!"

Ye Cheng said calmly, his tone almost ruthless.

Although doing so, tempering the Infant Slashing Sword with five-colored thunder and lightning, took a very big risk, and even the sword spirit of the Infant Slashing Sword could collapse at any time, Ye admitted that it was all worth it.

Once the Infant Slashing Sword is successfully forged by the Chaos Qi, it can be comparable to a holy soldier, or even far surpass a holy soldier, and will become the prototype of an imperial soldier!

Just now, when Ye Cheng used the chaotic qi to shape the Yuan Baby, Ye Cheng had such a reverie.

When Chaos Ye Cheng conjured up, he had also conjured up the 'Cutting Immortal Sword', 'Kyushu Ding', 'Yanhuang Tower', etc., all of which gave Ye Cheng inspiration, since Chaos Ye Cheng could use the chaotic qi to shape weapons, there was no reason why he couldn't do it.

In the entire immortal world, there has never been a Heavenly Emperor who has ever used the Chaos Mother Stone to create an imperial soldier, and Ye Cheng is the first!

"Dang!"

The sword of the infant slashing roared, and the sword body exploded, turning into countless black and green fragments, and it could be vaguely seen that a little girl of three or four years old, like a porcelain doll, was rolling there in pain, her snow-white body was full of cracks, as if it would explode at any time.

"Ahh

Sakura kept screaming.

Ye Cheng's face was calm, and he continued to drive the chaotic qi, forging it, he tried to fuse and reassemble the fragments of the infant sword, but every time he was about to recover, he failed, and the chaotic qi was repelling the infant sword.

Ye Cheng frowned slightly, he thought for a moment, raised his hand slightly, and a trace of the Heavenly Emperor's origin power gushed out from his fingertips, submerged into the chaotic qi, and was guiding.

"Boom!"

Five-colored thunder and lightning fell, constantly hitting the fragments of the infant sword, and the sword spirit Sakura was already dying, becoming more and more illusory, as if it would disperse at any time.

"Master, I'm dying......"

Sakura said softly, her eyes glazed off, her hands and feet were gone, and only her body remained.

But the situation has improved, and the fragments of those infant slashing swords have all flown back, slowly fused, although they have not yet taken shape, but at least they are no longer repulsed, and they already have a rough prototype......

......

When the Five-Colored Thunder Tribulation fell, everyone in the entire Immortal Pavilion retreated, and they watched the battle outside, not daring to take a step beyond the Thunder Pool.

Now that they saw Ye Cheng refining magic weapons with the power of thunder tribulation, their eyes widened as if they were petrified.

"He's going against the sky! How terrifying is the Five-Colored Thunder Tribulation, most of the buildings in the entire Immortal Pavilion, and even several sacred mountains in the central area, have all turned into powder under the Five-Colored Thunder Tribulation, and this Chinese people actually use the Five-Colored Thunder Tribulation to refine a flying sword?"

"It's terrifying, even the Great Yi Tianzun of the Chinese clan back then didn't have such strength, right?"

I have never heard of anyone who has such courage to survive the Thunder Tribulation, and when he survives the Thunder Tribulation, he does not go all out, but uses the power of the Thunder Tribulation to refine magic weapons!

At the same time, more than a dozen demi-saints had already rushed to the outside of the Immortal Treasure Pavilion, they stepped on the void and came, the speed was extremely fast, and they saw Ye Cheng sitting firmly in the center of the five-color thunder tribulation, refining magic weapons, and all of them changed color.

"Is this the Chinese youth?"

A demi-saint spoke, he was dressed in a black robe, he was also carrying an ancient sword, and his eyes were full of cold light.

Everyone looked at it, and their hearts were slightly shocked, this is a half-saint of the Zhao clan, named Zhao Jianchen, a sword mastery, perfect fire, he once ascended to the sky, at an altitude of tens of thousands of meters, he cut off a meteorite several kilometers in size!

Zhao Jianchen is terrifyingly big, and the same generation as the ancient saint of the Zhao clan, he has been stuck in the realm of the demi-saint for 5,178 years, and he has never taken that step, and within the Zhao clan, the status of this demi-saint is much higher than that of the patriarch.

"Zhao Jianchen, what are you going to do?"

The branch pavilion master of the Immortal Treasure Pavilion frowned, with a hint of warning in his tone.

Zhao Jianchen glanced at the sub-pavilion master of the Immortal Pavilion Pavilion, and said with a smile: "Golden Pavilion Lord, this son killed the heir of my Zhao clan, and my Zhao clan will never die, and the Immortal Pavilion has no quarrel with the world, is it not the Lord of the Golden Pavilion that you want to keep this son?"

The Golden Pavilion Lord was full of holy power, and said with his hand: "This person is a guest of my Immortal Pavilion, since he is still in the Immortal Pavilion, he is protected by the Immortal Pavilion! If he leaves the Immortal Pavilion, no matter whether he lives or dies, everything has nothing to do with the Immortal Pavilion!"

The holy power attacked, Zhao Jianchen stepped on the void, took a few steps back, he was only a half-saint, although he was infinitely close to the realm of a saint, but after all, he was not a saint, his face changed slightly, and after snorting coldly, he said: "Okay! I will wait here, unless this son does not step out of the Immortal Pavilion for the rest of his life, he must not be kept!"

In the depths of Zhao Jianchen's eyes, a trace of jealousy flashed.

"Just started to condense the Yuan Baby, and crossed the five-color thunder tribulation, this son's talent is too terrifying! Even the five-element spirit body Ling Xiao is only a three-color thunder tribulation, and the group of old guys of the Ling family don't leave him all day long, guarding him, I can't find an opportunity to assassinate Ling Xiao!"

Not only Zhao Jianchen, but also the demi-saints of other ancient clans all had similar thoughts in their hearts.

"This Chinese can't stay, 10,000 years ago, Da Yi Tianzun, once led the Chinese people into the Ziwei Star Domain, almost as a group of outsiders, the second to become the master of the Ziwei Star Domain, if it weren't for the Jinwu Royal Clan's trouble, I'm afraid that the entire Ziwei Star Domain is already the world of the Chinese people!' Another half-saint thought secretly, and at the same time transmitted the sound to the demi-saints of other ancient clans, discussing.

"When he leaves the range of the Immortal Treasure Pavilion, kill him immediately!" a half-saint with a golden crown on his head and hands on his back.

"This ...... He has no grievances with us, and with our identity, he will do something to a Yuan Infant Cultivator, I'm afraid it will be true, right?"

"In any case, this son can't stay!" a demi-saint shook his head.

"You know, he crossed the five-colored heavenly tribulation! Once this son grows up, there will be no place for me to stand in the entire Ziwei Star Domain! You think about the Chinese Great Yi Tianzun back then, when he was a saint, he swept across the entire Ziwei Star Domain, it was difficult to meet opponents, and everyone bowed their heads, does anyone still remember the shame of the year? Could it be that you want to do it again?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent.

Although they were not from that era, they had heard their fathers talk about the things of that era, and for the ancient people, it was an era full of shame.

At that time, the great Yi Tianzun of the Chinese clan was sanctified in the Ziwei Star Domain, and finally single-handedly overwhelmed the more than a dozen ancient saint families of that year, making everyone bow their heads, and the entire Ziwei Star Domain became the world of the Chinese people, that is, in that era, countless people of the Chinese people set off from the earth, embarked on the ancient road of the starry sky, and went to the Ziwei Star Domain.

But later, Dayi Tianzun entered the deeper depths of the universe and encountered many great enemies, among which the biggest opponent was the Jinwu Ten Sons of the Jinwu Royal Family.

The Mahayana of the Jinwu royal clan was furious, and the three Mahayana monks attacked at the same time and killed the Great Yi Tianzun.

At the same time, the Golden Crow royal family poured into the nest and almost wiped out the Chinese people in the immortal cultivation world, and the Chinese people had no choice but to retreat to their home planet, cut off the ancient path of the starry sky, and exiled the home star to the wild star field, which escaped the bloodbath and liquidation of the Golden Crow royal family.

If it weren't for the Jinwu royal family's action, the entire crape myrtle star field would already be the world of the Chinese people, and now there is a Chinese person like Ye Cheng who is almost half demonic, only in the early days of the Yuan Infant, he crossed the five-color thunder tribulation, and everyone panicked, afraid that the scene of the year would be repeated!

"This kind of person should be strangled in the cradle and not allowed to grow!"

"Kill him, Ziwei Star Domain can't have a second big game!" a demi-saint roared.

"Kill!"

At this moment, there was a demi-saint who ignored the majesty of the Immortal Pavilion and made a direct move, he turned into a divine rainbow, and approached Ye Cheng, who was a hundred miles away.

Someone took the lead, and the other dozen or so demi-saints also went out and shot together.

"What! you dare!"

The Golden Pavilion Lord was furious, he never expected that this group of people would really dare to make a move within the scope of the Immortal Pavilion.

But it's too late for him to say anything now, there are a total of fourteen half-saint powerhouses, each from the major ancient clans, and several of them are from the same ancient clan. Fourteen demi-saints shot together, even if a real saint came, they might have to be hated!

"Huh?"

Ye Cheng raised his eyebrows, feeling a crisis, and looked sideways, just seeing the fourteen half-saints who had stepped on the sky, his eyes were cold, and the corners of his mouth showed a sneer.

"I can't imagine that this emperor has just gotten married, and someone has come to send him to death, since this is the case, I will use your blood to refine the prototype of the emperor's soldiers!"

(End of chapter)