Suddenly, the molten gold mirror was captured by him, not because the molten gold mirror was not good, but because Wang Yicheng's true yuan power could no longer keep up with the drastic consumption of the molten gold mirror.

Suddenly, Wang Yicheng was exposed to countless souls, these souls were like hungry beasts that saw delicious food, and they swarmed up, and in an instant, Wang Yicheng seemed to be stabbed by thousands of sharp blades. It's over, Wang Yicheng is desperate, he is going to die at the hands of these souls. It's a pity that he holds the only Yuan Ying who can save Hu Qiang, and he is going to be lost here.

Seeing that Wang Yicheng was about to die, suddenly, black flames burned around Wang Yicheng's body, and in an instant, all the souls that attacked Wang Yicheng screamed in the flames. The flames scorched their bodies, and they rolled and screamed in the flames, burned into nothingness.

Wang Yicheng was stunned, only to see that the stone slab had already flown to his head at some point, and it was burning with a raging black flame, which wrapped his whole body. The breath in the flames is very familiar, it is the breath of the power of nightmares.

Wang Yicheng had never seen the slate attack the enemy by himself, although he had protected himself several times, but it was the first time that he took the initiative to fly out to attack the enemy in his own divine space.

Raging black flames burned around his body, like a black demon god. With a strange roar, the mountain-like demon saint soul rushed towards Wang Yicheng. In an instant, the flames on Wang Yicheng's body burst into flames. In an instant, it was as high as a hundred feet, and this demon holy soul was also burned.

The demon saint monster screamed miserably, and instantly fled back to the depths of the cave and disappeared.

Wang Yicheng picked up the molten gold mirror on the ground and walked forward step by step, no soul in the cave dared to step forward to provoke, it was really majestic. Wang Yicheng observed that the black flames on his body had no temperature at all, as if they were illusory. However, this is indeed a flame, and Wang Yicheng can feel the power of his flame, which seems to be able to destroy everything. What level of flame is this, Wang Yicheng can't imagine it.

Suddenly, the black flames and slate vanished, and returned to his body. On the Great Lake of Divine Thoughts, the stone slabs floated quietly, not at all like the terrifying things that had just emanated.

Looking around, I have come out of the stalactite cave. Wang Yicheng wiped the cold sweat on his head, he was so dangerous just now that he almost lost his life. The molten gold mirror that he has always trusted the most has been deflated. If it weren't for the help of the ultimate secret weapon, the slate, I would really die in this level. Now that I think about it, this underground prison really doesn't need any guards, how can anyone come over with such a strong guard.

Wang Yicheng continued to walk forward, and at this time it was already a very vast underground world, and his divine thoughts could not be swept away.

Wang Yicheng simply harnessed the flying sword, flew in space, and flew out for hundreds of miles in a row, and a golden tower appeared in front of him. Wang Yicheng slowly flew closer, his heart was full of amazement, this tower is as high as a hundred zhang, and the diameter is also dozens of zhang, shining with golden light. Wang Yicheng flew around it, like a small flying insect.

Wang Yicheng landed at the bottom of the tower, the golden giant tower has a total of nine gates, evenly distributed on the base of the tower, each gate is several zhang high, very grand. The door was obscured by a curtain of colored light, making it difficult to see inside.

Wang Yicheng groaned, this should be the third level that Hu Ya said, these eight giant gates are the eight formations handed down from ancient times, and the eight gates are rest, life, injury, Du, Jing, death, shock, and open. The Eight Gate Formation represents the comprehension of the Dao of Fortune, which is the most mysterious among the basic formations. Among the five basic formations, the Nine Palaces Bagua, the Nine Stars, the Six Armor and the Six Instruments, the Five Elements, and the Eight Gates. The first four Wang Yicheng have mastered very proficiently, and only these eight formations have always been inthorough.

I walked around the giant tower and chose which door to enter. Among the eight gates, four of them were born to Jimen. The four gates are dead, and they are obscure. However, the Jimen and the Obscure Gate can be transformed into each other, just as the cycle between life and death is endless.

Wang Yicheng hesitated for a long time and chose to enter the door. His figure slowly walked into the light curtain, and a bright world appeared in front of him. The endless green forest, birds and beasts are flying and running, bright flowers are blooming, and there is a vibrant scene everywhere.

Wang Yicheng walked a few steps, and suddenly the trees were withering, the flowers were withering, and the beasts and creatures turned into corpses and bones in an instant. The whole world quickly turned into a gray dead land, and an endless line of white bones covered the earth all the way to the end of the world.

Wang Yicheng frowned, he was holding the magic weapon carving knife in one hand, and the other hand was quickly calculating. He was calculating the fortunes of the world before him. Of all the calculations, fortune is the most complex. It is almost prophetic and has the most affected factors, with countless changes. In the world of cultivation, there is a special profession called divination, which is actually a branch of the formation, which specializes in calculating the fortune of life.

Wang Yicheng's footsteps flickered forward and backward, constantly changing, but the slower he walked, the deeper and deeper his brows were, and many things in front of him confused him. I thought this was the case, but the result of the calculation was the opposite.

The surrounding environment has changed several times, Wang Yicheng is walking on a lonely stone beam, on both sides of the abyss, from time to time from the abyss there are terrifying roars. The stone beam came to an end, there was no road ahead, and it was also an endless abyss. What is going on? Wang Yicheng was a little confused, which was completely different from what he had calculated.

Wang Yicheng stood on the stone beam in a daze, as if the whole person was completely stupid. In this way, Wang Yicheng stood there motionless, a day passed, ten days ...... Twenty days, three months passed. Wang Yicheng is like a stone sculpture at the end of a stone beam, always motionless.

Suddenly, Wang Yicheng moved, slowly raised one foot, and stepped forward. Three months of time, three months of confusion, three months of calculation, in an instant, he had an enlightenment. He has a deeper understanding of life, fortune, and heaven.

If there is no road, I have to go out of a road, my path is here, and the formation will also run with my path.

Wang Yicheng stepped on the abyss, but he did not fall, and a stone pillar appeared out of thin air. Hold on to this foot of his. Wang Yicheng had a smile on his face, and he had finally mastered the Eight Formations. He walked forward step by step, and in the dark void, stone pillars appeared out of thin air.

There are tens of thousands of swords and swords in front of you, there are fires that burn the plains, and there are terrifying mountains of corpses and a sea of blood. However, Wang Yicheng walked over step by step, and all the vicious horrors had to make way for him.

Suddenly, all the horrors were gone. A glittering space appeared in front of him. There is a disc in the middle of the space, and on the disc sits a man with his knees crossed.

This man is extremely majestic, Wang Yicheng has never seen such a strong man. He had black messy hair, a stiff stubble on his face, and fierce eyes. The whole person exudes unimaginable majesty, which is a kind of kingly atmosphere, which makes people have an urge to bow and worship at first sight.

Eight chains pierced his body, piercing his limbs, chest and abdomen, and the sight added to his fierce aura.

He looked at Wang Yicheng, and ordinary people might just fall to the ground. It seems to be facing a fierce beast from ancient times, endless killing, bloody breath, can instantly knock down everyone's confidence. However, these are useless to Wang Yicheng, Wang Yicheng fused the blood of nightmares, this was originally the most vicious immortal beast, coupled with Wang Yicheng's firm will, everything could not make him afraid, he just looked at this man calmly.

"Hehe!" Suddenly, the man grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth that were exactly the same as Hu Ya, and two of the sharp snow-white tiger teeth were particularly prominent, this person was Hu Qiang.

"Hu Ya asked you to come! What's your name?"

"Yes. My name is Wang Yicheng. ”

After Wang Yicheng finished speaking, he handed over the sealed Yuan Baby.

But the man didn't seem to be in a hurry to get out of trouble, but said slowly: "I don't owe favors to others in my life. What do you want me to do for you by risking your life to save me?"

"I'm going to learn refining from you. Wang Yicheng is not a hypocritical person, he simply said that his blood was contaminated and he needed to refine a spiritual weapon to save his life.

"Okay, you save my life, I'll teach you how to refine weapons. After speaking, he stretched out his hand and took the sealed Yuan Baby. He swallowed it with one mouth, and in an instant, an unimaginable wave of energy came from his body.

"Stand back!" the man shouted.

Wang Yicheng hurriedly stepped back, and at the same time sacrificed the molten gold mirror to protect his body. The demon saint wants to cast a spell, which is too strong for him, a foundation-building monk, as long as he rubs the edges, he can die.

"Whew~" Hu Qiang suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared, although it was not a sonic attack, but this sound had endless power, echoing in the cave like a tsunami. Wang Yicheng's face changed, and he stepped on the flying sword and accelerated backwards.

I saw that in the golden light, Hu Qiang had already revealed his body, a giant tiger that was thousands of feet long and hundreds of feet high, with colorful fur and a body shape like a small mountain.

"Huh~" The giant tiger roared again, and his body struggled forward, "Bang! bang!" The iron chains that imprisoned his body were broken three in an instant.

Out of nowhere, an exclamation came: "Oh no, the obstacle is going to escape!"

"Bang bang!" the sound was incessant, and under the struggle of the giant tiger, the iron chains broke one by one.

"Cast a spell to stop him!" another voice exclaimed. The power of these voices is also amazing enough, it is the cultivation of the Yuan Infant Stage, and it is obviously the Yuan Infant Ancestor of the Refining Weapon Sect.

At this time, Wang Yicheng had retreated hundreds of miles away, looking at the golden giant tower from afar, and an amazing scene appeared, the giant tower was rising, and there was a huge tiger under the giant tower, which was struggling to stand up. Suddenly, several big hands appeared out of thin air from the space, all of which were composed of elemental energy, and these big hands pressed on the golden tower together, as if they wanted to continue to suppress the tiger.