The reason why Meng Yang was full of confidence and wanted to start alchemy, in fact, the biggest reason was that cultivating the Ten Thousand Dragons Technique had allowed him to condense a true fire with the most suitable attribute for alchemy--Sun True Fire!

The Sun True Fire is one of the five rare true fires, and is known as the five divine fires along with the Samadhi True Fire, the Taiyin True Fire, the Yin and Yang Fire, and the Netherworld Ghost Fire.

Among the five divine fires, the Sun True Fire is firmly in second place, second only to the Samadhi True Fire.

It's no wonder that before cultivating the Ten Thousand Dragons, Meng Yang's big fireball would exert a huge incineration effect, no wonder it would scare the right-hand man of the young master of the Golden Shark Gang!

Meng Yang, the elixir in the Zhihai Medicine Garden, didn't want to use it, because he used the tens of thousands of years of elixir to test his hands, so you might as well just take a knife and stick it into him twice.

Although he was not ordinarily rich now, and Dan Qiusheng no longer exploited his top-grade spirit stones, Meng Yang always felt that he was still terribly poor!

He could no longer find the happiness and comfort that he had in Ink Town when he could spend a month with just a low-grade spirit stone, and he thought about the reason, perhaps because he had something in his heart.

That thing is called responsibility.

The responsibility for the revival of the Qinglian Gate and the revitalization of the Northern Tiger Regiment, not to mention that there are still two great gods living in the sea waiting for him to be rescued, and nothing allows him to stop at all.

He is like a child who can't speak, and even worse than a child, because a child can't talk and can cry and make noise, he can't!

Not being able to tell people the biggest secret in his heart, not being able to find someone to share his worries, that is the loneliness that goes deep into the soul.

Meng Yang didn't know that this was called loneliness, he had always thought that he could only look into the distance like a drunkard for hours, and he didn't have the eyes of a drunkard who was deep enough to drown out a young man like him who had not been deeply involved in the world countless times.

He didn't know what the butterfly effect was, he didn't even understand what the causal cycle was, but he knew that since he knew the drunkard, he was destined to follow this path that slowly transformed like the drunkard, and he couldn't even tell if it was good or bad!

In his heart, Meng Yang has always regarded himself as the most humble little person, he never thought of doing something earth-shattering or changing the entire course of history, but he didn't know that fate was arranged like this, when a little person who could not choose appeared in a specific time and historical stage, he would become the one who rewrote history or even created history.

No wonder drunken maniacs have always said that it was the little people who changed history because they had no choice, and the big people often looked far away at that time.

From the moment Meng Yang decided to start alchemy, history was destined to be rewritten by the little people, by him, a woodcutter from Ink Town.

Monyan didn't know.

With the hundreds of medicinal herbs that Song Ming had helped him buy these days, he only told Lei Ying and the others that he had important things to do, and that the bucket in the bathhouse should not add that kind of blood for the time being, and left the Beihu headquarters in a hurry.

Before arriving at Nalan's house to rent an alchemy room, Meng Yang bought thousands of pill bottles in a pill shop in one go.

It was in the rental hall that Meng Yang met an acquaintance.

He appeared here as he was, and he didn't expect to meet someone who knew him.

As soon as he entered the hall, he heard a crisp female voice calling his name: "Monyan!"

This shout startled Meng Yang!

Except for Ru Yanrui'er or Lei Ying, a few women from the Northern Tiger Regiment, he didn't expect anyone to recognize him, and he was a very beautiful girl.

Meng Yang stopped, looked up, and a pretty face with a smile appeared in his sight, and he suddenly remembered that this little beauty was the task girl named Huang Xiuling from the Hunters' Union.

Unexpectedly, thousands of hunters came and went in front of her, and she actually remembered such a little-known role as him.

How did he know that since he was awarded the blue waist card, the name Tiandongzi has spread among the hunters.

This teenage young hunter has become an idol in the hearts of many hunters.

Of course, Huang Xiuling knew Meng Yang's real name, because the registration procedures she handled for Meng Yang were naturally not difficult to obtain as long as she checked the waist card record of the Southern Holy Realm!

"Miss Huang, what a coincidence, haven't you been working in the union for a few days?" asked Meng Yang politely and softly.

As soon as he asked this sentence, Meng Yang found that the eyes of this smiling girl, who had always been cheerful and lively in his impression and occasionally shy, instantly dimmed, and her reddened eyes were almost covered with a layer of tears!

"Is there anything troublesome about the girl?" asked Meng Yang in a low voice.

Huang Xiuling took a deep breath, and only then did she regain a little composure, but she seemed to be dodging Meng Yang's gaze, and said faintly: "I came here today to try my luck, hey, I was still disappointed!"

Intuitively, Meng Yang felt that this cheerful girl was full of thoughts, and for some reason a pair of eyes full of despair suddenly appeared in his heart, which were eyes that had been concerned about him for more than ten years, but the dream that appeared in these eyes had not appeared recently.

"If the girl believes me, she might as well tell me what worries in her heart, maybe I can just help!" Meng Yang and Huang Xiuling walked to the corner of the hall and asked softly.

glanced at Meng Yang quickly, and quickly lowered his head, Huang Xiuling's face was sad, and he whispered: "This matter is very involved, you must keep it a secret!" paused, and then said something that made Meng Yang's heart tremble.

It turned out that recently, people have been discovering that the strong men of the major sects of the Southern Saint Realm are plundering and killing everywhere like crazy demons, regardless of whether they are enemies or enemies, regardless of the reason, they will kill people when they see them. Moreover, they often come and go like the wind, in groups of three or five, even if they meet their own sect members, they will not show mercy, and they will all kill them.

An elder of the War Dragon Sect who had gathered to visit friends had captured a person from the peak of the Jade Realm from the Xuanxian Sect, only to find that this person had already been controlled by someone with drugs, and his mind was quite enchanted, full of bloodlust and rage.

This elder brought this person back to the Xuanxian Sect, and after several Xuanxian Sect alchemy masters examined the demon under the sect many times, he finally found a strange and very domineering poison ingredient in his body, this poison came from the Demon Light Islands!

Sure enough, it's the handiwork of the demon thief!

Almost at the same time, there were about fifty large and small sects in the Righteous Path of the Streamer Sea Region all found that one or more of the masters in their sect were missing, and they immediately panicked, and they sent the masters of the sect to investigate, and many of them encountered groups of mad demon-like slaughterers on the way, or killed or captured, and after taking these people down, they found that all of them were not people from the major sects.

It seems that the Demon Sect has unknowingly controlled the strong hands of the major sects with domineering poisons this time and turned them into tools for slaughtering the Righteous Dao Sects!

After meeting and talking in detail with the alchemy masters and grandmasters of several major sects, it was finally determined that among these controlled people was a universe-level potion that had been lost for many years by the Demon Sect - the Lost Soul Pill!

It is said that this pill needs the blood of three ninth-order demonic beasts as a medicine, and needs more than 300 kinds of rare poisons to do refining, and even needs ninety-nine virgin yin blood to be integrated into the pill when it becomes a pill.

It seems that after the Demon Gate thieves of the Magic Light Islands quietly destroyed the Qinglian Gate, everyone originally thought that they were temporarily avoiding the limelight, but they did not expect that they were secretly poisoning people everywhere and casting spells to poison the righteous people.

This matter is really appalling, and the impact is huge, once it spreads, I am afraid that the entire Southern Saint Realm will be in a panic, and it just so happens that Huang Xiuling's Grandpa Meng happened to participate in that discussion, because he is an out-and-out alchemy master!

It was a very secret meeting, and the result of the meeting was that all the most famous alchemy masters in the Southern Saint Realm were helpless against this Lost Soul Pill, and they couldn't find a way to resolve it, but there was a very rare Dan Fang, which seemed to be called "Positive Soul Pill", but this Dan Fang had always been in the hands of Qinglian Gate, and now the survivors of Qinglian Gate were almost all mysteriously missing except for the short-lived Scar disciples of that day's competition, and there was no way to find them!

On the one hand, they looked for pills or pills that could detoxify them, and began to purchase various elixirs that were more than a thousand years old, and assigned the Zhang family to issue a five-pronged task with a very high reward in the hunters' union -- three drops of the essence blood of the ninth-order sea dragon!

It is said that the essence blood of this ninth-order sea dragon is an elixir necessary to dissolve the Lost Soul Pill, and they can be regarded as taking precautions to do so, and preemptively arrange it before getting the pill.

Seeing that Meng Changqing had been worried recently, Huang Xiuling finally got the news after many entanglements and inquiries, and also wanted to make a little contribution to the Southern Saint Realm Righteous Dao Sect, so she ran to Nalan's house early in the morning to check how many alchemists had been alchemizing in the alchemy room recently, and left the contact information of the trade union, hoping to get a secret pill recipe or method from a certain person who cultivated the Dan Dao, which could help a little.

Meng Yang listened, on the one hand, he was shocked by the vicious methods and secretive style of the Demon Gate thieves, but on the other hand, he had some expectations, because the Demon Gate thieves finally couldn't help but start to move, and finally aroused the attention of the Righteous Dao Sect.

At the same time, he thought of the mysterious masked black-clothed people who attacked the Qinglian Sect that day, and thought to himself, could it be that those people were actually people from the major sects who were controlled by the Lost Soul Pill?

This news made Meng Yang's heart quickly adjust his plan for the near future, but at present, he still had to rent an alchemy room to open a furnace to refine the first furnace of Dan.

As for the Danfang of the Positive Soul Pill, as long as he wants, he can naturally get it by going back to the eastern suburbs.

Thinking of the indifference of the Righteous Dao Sect to the Qinglian Sect, he was still extremely resentful in his heart, and letting these people worry about it for one more day could be regarded as a profound lesson for their indifferent attitude that had nothing to do with themselves!

At that moment, Meng Yang whispered to Huang Xiuling: "In this case, wait for me to return to the regiment and tell the brothers to pay more attention to the news of Qinglian Gate and the attack of the thieves of the Demon Gate, thank you girl for reminding me!

Huang Xiuling nodded gratefully and asked, "Are you going to retreat and cultivate recently?"

Meng Yang nodded and said: "I've been busy with tasks recently, so let's hurry up and cultivate and strive to contribute to everyone in the future, but, girl, I hope that five-pronged level task can be taken over by our Northern Tiger Regiment!"

"You, have you joined the Northern Tiger Regiment?" Huang Xiuling was surprised!

"Yes, thanks to Commander Thunderhawk for not giving up and taking me in. ”

Huang Xiuling shook his head worriedly and persuaded: "You still don't want to do that dangerous task, ninth-order sea dragon, that is infinitely close to the strength of the Great Cultivator of the Dancing Shadow Realm, that is too dangerous・・・・・・"

Meng Yang smiled: "Let's talk about it." Then let's say goodbye!" said goodbye to Huang Xiuling.

Before leaving, Huang Xiuling stared deeply at Meng Yang's back, and then strode away from Nalan's house.

Paying the money to rent a prefecture-level alchemy room, Meng Yang rented it for a total of seven days.

The aura in this alchemy room is very stable, it seems that there is some kind of mysterious formation arrangement under the alchemy room, and the stability of the aura is extremely beneficial to alchemy, which makes Meng Yang can't help but be full of admiration for that ancient power again.

Raising his hand to move the original Dan furnace in the room away, a black three-legged small tripod appeared in front of Meng Yang.

The three-legged tripod that had been promoted to the top grade treasure weapon, as soon as he appeared in front of Meng Yang, he felt that there was an extremely mysterious close connection with Xiao Ding, almost only slightly weaker than the kind of induction between him and the flying tongs!

It seems that the higher the grade of the magic weapon that is cultivated, the closer the connection with the monk!