In the refining room of the small courtyard of Shuangyue City, the refining of the Chentu barrier continued.

At this moment, Zhao Yingluo looked obviously much more relaxed. With the growth of refining time, whether it was the fire refining method contained on the silver-gray broken page, or the "foreign object alchemy technique" obtained from Lan'er, his understanding of these two secret techniques seemed to have risen to a new level.

And in the corner, Yuwenshuang and Lan'er actually played chess, and the black and white children were very happy to kill on the chessboard. Lan Er sometimes frowned and pondered, and sometimes played repentant chess, adding a bit of agility and joy to this small refining room.

It turned out that the little girl saw that his mana was almost exhausted when she saw him a few days ago. The two of them did not have high-grade pills on them that could be used to restore mana, so they found Yuwen Shuang. The eldest lady immediately brought two bottles of Guiyuan Dan and a few pieces of awakening incense, and rushed over with Lan'er. The function of the Awakening Incense is to refresh the mind, but the Guiyuan Pill has a great origin, even if it is called a holy medicine for low-level monks to quickly recover their mana, it is not impossible. Of course, the price is ridiculously high. Waiting for a low-level monk can't afford it. Moreover, this general pill often has a price but no market. At this moment, Yuwen Shuangyi shot as many as two bottles, and he was envious of others.

With the consumption of Guiyuan Dan, the awakening incense is ignited. All three believed that it was only a matter of time before the artifact was refined. What Yu Wenshuang never imagined was that this could bring some breath and stealth effects to the monks who carried it with him. It was actually able to be refined by Yin Luo to find a suitable method. I still remember that my father, Yuwen Changfeng, once said that if the great monk in the late stage of Huandan can refine this "eye of the sea caller", then he will use this to resist the great monk of the unfinished period, and those who are not seen will fall behind.

In the bitter cold land of the extreme north, on the Daxiong Treasure Hall of the Hanqiao Temple in Luofu Mountain, the abbot "Da Guo Sheng" and the first great monk of the Discipline Hall, the first great righteous monk of the Arhat Hall, and the first great wisdom monk of the Dharma Hall are discussing the matter of rushing to help the Sichuan Sea.

The ruddy-faced righteous monk took the lead in speaking: "Hanjue Temple and the Leng family have a friendship of tens of thousands of years, and they have also formed several relationships with the Yuwen family. Moreover, the current immortal cultivation realm is dominated by the spirits of the Broadsword Sect and the Hehuan Sect. Our temple should hold high the banner of righteousness and do what is the way for heaven. “

"Two junior brothers, what do you think?" After a slight mutter, the holy monk turned his eyes to look at the two divine monks, Dayou and Dazhi.

"Amitabha. The great monk pronounced a loud Buddha name, and then said: "I can't bother the senior brother of Dazhi, take the little apprentice Mingxin and Mingwu to go to the Sichuan Sea for a while." “

The Great Wisdom Monk said happily: "That's fine, the senior brother in charge will decide." “

After the eyes of the great saint monk swept over the faces of the three senior brothers one by one, he raised his eyes again and looked out of the main hall. At this moment, it is getting late, and the wind and snow are raging.

In the small courtyard of Shuangyue City, two rays of light rose from the refining room and shot straight at the bull fight. Although it was weakened by the "Little Five Elements Upside Down Array" that Lan'er had laid out in the courtyard in advance, it was still shocking.

"Oh no, this momentum is so huge, it will definitely provoke countless strong people. Gloom, fast, fast refining these two things. Yuwen's white fingers pointed at two objects suspended in the void in the room: a shield half the size of a palm, silver gray, fusiform, and a black dragon pattern in the corner. A small uncovered tripod that is inch high, pitch black as ink, on one side of the tripod wall, there are several silver-gray seals engraved into the eyes like eyes, which seems to have the ability to take people's hearts.

"You look at this first. Zhao Yingluo shoved a silver-gray mutilated page into Yu Wenshuang's hand. In the middle of the mantra in his mouth, he repeatedly sent several earthy yellow spells to the statue.

Handing the page back to Zhao Yingluo, Yuwen Shuang spoke: "The artifact refined from the single horn of the ninth-level demon and the priceless cold polar flame iron as the main material must be extremely valuable. This, I can't want. Yuwen spoke bilaterally, and retreated to the side, his refusal was already obvious.

"Refine it quickly, once it's exposed, we'll be in trouble. Zhao Yingluo said anxiously, and there seemed to be a bit of trembling in his words.

"No, I can't. "The shock brought to her by the cold arctic iron is too great, and it is something that only exists in legends. According to legend, there is an active volcano at the bottom of the cold abyss that has been frozen for millions of years. The reason why this volcano was able to survive there was only a few pieces of earth flame iron, and the one in front of him at this moment was one of them.

Zhao Yingluo has reached a critical moment because of refining the black Xiaoding, and he has no time to care. Holding the silver and broken pages in his hand, he was at a loss for what to do at the moment, and he was anxious in every way.

Lan'er snatched the page with her hand. But seeing her was only after a few quick glances. It was towards the Nachen earth barrier that several dark green spells were punched in succession. Compared to Zhao Yingluo, she obviously started late, but she completed the preliminary refining of this treasure in an instant.

The simple and desolate chanting voice gradually rose, and Lan'er's figure immediately blurred.

Finally, she turned into a dark green light and shadow, and disappeared into the shield. Her general behavior can be described as smooth and smooth, and she does it in one go. In the surprised eyes of Zhao Yingluo and Yuwen Shuang, this barrier turned into an earthy yellow mist and drifted towards Yuwen Shuang.

"Quickly use the Tongbao Recipe you just learned to refine this thing. Otherwise, when the strong people from all walks of life arrive, the treasure will be taken away, and it will be too late to regret it. Lan'er's voice resounded in Yu Wenshuang's Mud Pill Palace's Divine Consciousness Sea, like a morning bell and a dusk drum, driving away her last trace of hesitation.

Glancing at Zhao Yingluo, Yuwen collected his mind, mobilized the mana of his whole body, and began to refine this treasure under the guidance of the treasure recipe contained on the silver fragment. The mana around her body washed over the Chentu barrier like a tide, and the fire of the earth flame contained in the barrier was also quietly calcining and refining her spiritual power. The tide rises and falls, and the cycle repeats. After the last wisp of mana in Yuwen's body was exhausted because of this, a blazing earth flame burst out from the mouth of the black dragon decorated on the barrier. The red flames were raging, and the first thing to bear the brunt of it was the ice ridge in her Qi Sea Dantian.

When the ice edge was calcined and polished to a round and crystalline shape, the fire of the earth flame had no intention of stopping. Yuwenshuang changed from the initial ecstasy to the current fear. She knew that if the Huandan, which had just been calcined by the ice edge, could not resist the continued refining of the fire of this earth, then she would lose all her mana and become a mortal person, or even disappear because of it.

In the face of the raging fire of the earth, Yuwenshuang at the moment is helpless. It was when she decided to give up that she mustered up the courage to walk towards Zhao Yingluo. She hugged her arms lightly, this man who was valued, admired, loved, and fell in love with for the first time.

At this moment, Zhao Yingluo had already completed the preliminary refining of the black Xiaoding, and incorporated it into his body to warm it up. For a while, a large amount of information poured into his divine consciousness, but he didn't have time at all, nor did he have time to sift through and participate in research. What he was most nervous about at the moment was this woman who embraced herself and was able to dump all beings after washing up the lead.

At this time, she was already drenched in sweat and her face was gray, obviously enduring great suffering.

At this time, this small refining room has been locked by the divine consciousness power of many powerhouses. is about to encounter the misfortune of returning Dan to pieces, she has no scruples, and she doesn't need to scruples.

The plump lips rained down on Zhao Yingluo's cheeks, although he didn't understand the specific situation, he could feel the pain that Yuwenshuang was suffering at the moment. The moment the two of them met each other, the small amount of mana in his body frantically surged towards Yu Wenshuang's body.

After all, this small amount of mana would be a drop in the bucket, and once this small amount of mana entered her Qi Sea Dantian, it would be burned by blazing flames. When the mana in Zhao Yingluo's body was almost exhausted, and when Yuwenshuang was completely in despair, Lan Er's eager words suddenly came from her sea of divine sense: "Keep your lips and teeth with the Yin shopkeeper, and crush the droplet-like purple pendant of the accessories on his chest, quickly." ”

Yuwenshuang subconsciously groped for the location of the pendant. The warmth of the tentacles seemed to ease the pain caused by the burning flames.

"This thing means so much to him that I can't destroy it at will. ”

"If this time he fell under this violent earth flame because of your stubbornness, what is the significance? Don't hesitate any longer, otherwise I will fight against the secret arts, and I will forcibly take action on your behalf." Lan'er's words can be said to be in one sentence.

Without further hesitation, the purple pendant shattered in her hand.

The pure wood attribute spiritual power rushed towards Zhao Yingluo's eight veins like a tide. He immediately reversed the secret technique of transforming the earth and transformed his spiritual root attribute into the wood of the five elements.

At this moment, Zhao Yingluo, who was confronting Yuwen's lips and teeth, was just the carrier of this vast and powerful wood spirit. The ultimate belonging of the ordinary spiritual power is still the person who embraced him into his arms, the woman who is constantly grabbing the mana of his mouth and tongue and the mana around him.

Under the blessing of the endless and long-lasting wood attribute spiritual power, the blazing earth flame finally retreated for Yuwen Shuang, and the black dragon decorated on the Chentu barrier was in the mouth. Then, the aura on Yuwenshuang's body actually rose from the ground.

In the void above the small courtyard, several monks of the Returning Dan period were divided into two places, faintly facing each other. Yuwen Changfeng, Yuwen Lu, a gentle and elegant middle-aged scribe, and a red-haired woman in palace clothes, these four stood still.

The other party were: Yin Feng, the great elder of the Yin Sect, Li Delong, a red-faced man, an evil young man who was defeated by Yuwen Beifeng in the previous battle, a handsome middle-aged man with a water-blue giant sword on his back, and a slender woman with a light veil covering her face.

At the door of the refining room, Yuwen grabbed Zhao Yingluo's sleeves and walked out gracefully. After bowing in the direction of Yuwen Changfeng, her cultivation in the middle of the Dan period was undoubtedly revealed. Zhu lips lightly opened, that Chen earth barrier was sacrificed to the void in front of it, after a burst of Qingyue's dragon chant, the artifact that rose in the wind turned into a dragon that rose in the mist.

The dragon has a single horn on its head and two claws on its abdomen. Blazing flames burned from the earthy yellow scales that covered the body and the size of a bowl.

"Tenth-level demon. The group of monks who were standing in the void with imperial weapons lost their voices almost at the same time.