When Zhang Ruochen came to Weiming Villa again, the drunkard had already woken up.
He took the purple gourd from Zhang Ruochen's hand, took a look at it, and said, "This Tianshu gourd is the work of Feng Caiyi. You'd better not mess with this woman."
Zhang Ruochen couldn't help but roll his eyes and wanted to say that your old man's thinking is really incomprehensible to ordinary people. He is the God of Death, and now he has to be called Fengtian. With his current cultivation level, it would be difficult to meet him even if he wanted to.
You can’t provoke me even if you provoke me!
The drunkard sat down on the ground by the lake and said, "Tell me what you think, how do you plan to deal with this old guy?"
Zhang Ruochen said: "Of course we can't let him go back to heaven. It would be too wasteful to refine him to death directly. You have a strong spirit and clever methods. Is there any secret method to refine him into a world-protecting general?"
The drunkard nodded and said in a cold voice: "Come to Xinghuan Tian to show off his power, and he will deserve to die. However, the spiritual power of the gods and the spiritual will are very strong. If his spiritual will is not wiped out, even if he becomes a world-protecting god general, there will be endless troubles. But once this happens
If his spiritual will is wiped out, his combat power will inevitably drop significantly, reaching the level of an ordinary great god, so it will be of no use."
“It’s of no use to the level of an ordinary great god.” Zhang Ruochen read out a sentence.
If those great gods hear these words, will they be ashamed to death?
No matter how weak a great god is, he can already become the master of a powerful world and control the fate of all living beings in the world. When he comes here, he seems to have become unworthy of mention.
How can this make Zhang Ruochen, a monk who is still far inferior to a great god, feel so embarrassed?
The drunkard thought for a while and said, "Let's do this! Refining him into a pill to enhance mental power."
As soon as these words came out, Gourd obviously trembled slightly.
Zhang Ruochen said: "Refining a god into a pill?"
The drunkard looked at him like an idiot, looked at him with disgust, and said: "In the hell world, using gods as medicine and refining magic pills is a normal thing."
“You have to know that a great god Taiyi is as good as a magical medicine.”
"This old man's mental power is considered extremely strong in the entire universe! Using him to make elixirs is better than magical medicine. If it falls into the hands of ghosts, underworlds, and dead gods, there is no need to make elixirs. I'm afraid
If you just swallow it, slowly refine it in your stomach, your cultivation will undergo a great transformation."
“Refining the divine elixir can not only eliminate his spiritual will and soul impurities, but also capture his spiritual power to the greatest extent. It is most suitable for gods like you whose spiritual power is not strong enough.”
Zhang Ruochen was excited after hearing this, and he had many thoughts, and said: "In this case, I would like to ask the seniors to make the elixir now."
The drunkard waved his hands and said repeatedly: "No, no, I can't!"
How can a strong person like you say you are not good?
Zhang Ruochen said: "With the spiritual power of my predecessors, all the ways and methods in the world were not easy to come by? How can it be difficult even to refine the magic elixir?"
Refining magical elixirs requires extremely high thresholds for alchemists.
However, if one’s spiritual power reaches the level of an alcoholic, what threshold is there in the world?
In one day, one can study a holy way to a level that even gods cannot reach.
In an instant, you can cultivate a method.
The drunkard was rarely humble and said: "It is indeed not difficult to refine the magic pill. However, this old guy is a big medicine. I want to refine him into enough magic pills in a very short time, and the quality is still high."
It’s going to be extremely difficult!”
"I, my practice is relatively complex, and my attainments in the alchemy path are only average. If you really want to make a great magical elixir, you'd better hire someone else!"
Zhang Ruochen understood that the time it took to refine the magic elixir was indeed not trivial, it could easily take thousands or tens of thousands of years.
I really can’t wait that long.
Zhang Ruochen said: "Please ask Gao Ming for what the seniors said. Who does Gao Ming refer to?"
Outside the manor, a voice came in: "Junior Yan Yu, pay homage to senior Jiutian."
The drunkard laughed and said, "Come on, it's coming!"
Zhang Ruochen knew that the master the drunkard was referring to could not be Yan Yu, but the Supreme Master of Alchemy from the Yan Luo tribe.
“Have you sealed the sky?” Zhang Ruochen asked in a low voice.
The drunkard grinned and said: "Jiutian is my name. Fengtian? Hehe, I disdain Fengtian! Go and tell him that I am extremely cultivated and have perfect spiritual power. How can he, a junior like him, just see me if he wants to?"
"
After saying these words, the drunkard's body faded and disappeared.
Zhang Ruochen walked out of the manor and saw Yan Yu waiting outside. He smiled and said, "Second uncle! Senior said that he was seriously injured and needs to be secluded for recuperation. He won't see anyone!"
Yan Yu looked moved and said: "Shang Tian's cultivation is so powerful that he can severely injure a strong man with ninety levels of spiritual power to the point where he has to go into seclusion for recuperation?"
Zhang Ruochen was greatly shocked, and his mental power was at level 90?
Confronting Shang Zu?
He knew that drunkards have strong mental powers, but how could he have imagined that they could be so strong?
In Zhang Ruochen's view, Xuan Yi is unparalleled in the world, like a majestic peak that is difficult to cross.
As for Shang Tian...
That is an ancient existence that Xuan Yi wants to visit. It is simply like the greatest legend in the world.
Zhang Ruochen looked back at the spot in the manor where the drunkard had sat, and felt very unhappy. Could this sloppy old man who was addicted to alcohol really be equal to the rest of the world?
Zhang Ruochen came back to his senses and said, "Why did my second uncle pay a visit to Senior Jiutian?"
Yan Yu knew that Zhang Ruochen was the Xinghuan Heavenly Realm Lord appointed by Jiutian, and also knew that Zhang Ruochen had Tianmu as his great backer. However, despite his status, he was still neither arrogant nor arrogant. He was called uncle and nephew, which made him feel refreshed.
Good impression.
The two of them walked side by side in the green wooden corridor.
Yan Yu said: "It was Taishang who sent me a message to convey the attitude of the Yama clan to the senior Jiutians. If the Nishen clan encounters another crisis, they can move to the outer heaven of Yama, and the Yama clan can provide shelter."
Zhang Ruochen smiled and thanked him.
I know in my heart that if Tianmu hadn't been so strong and stepped forward alone to withstand the pressure, I'm afraid the Yama clan wouldn't be willing to wade into this muddy water. It doesn't concern them anyway.
To express your stance now can only be regarded as the icing on the cake, how can it be as valuable as giving help when it is timely?
But the Yama clan also has good intentions.
“This sudden change in Xinghuantian made me deeply moved. The situation in the future will only become more severe. This time when I go back, I will practice in seclusion. I will never be reborn until I reach the level of a higher god.”
Yan Yu said again: "Ruochen, there is one more thing before I leave. My second uncle wants to know your attitude."
Zhang Ruochen said: "Second uncle refers to Ying'er?"
“There is only a shadow in your heart, where is the fairy?”
Yan Yu said with emotion: "I really can't blame you for the fate between you and Xian'er. In fact, the Yan Luo clan still owes you a bit. But, do you know that that girl seems to have true feelings for you. She got it in the first place
I know you were hit by the Tao-killing Curse, but you went to the Supreme Being to beg for a long time, and all methods were used! Later, you were deprived of your martial arts cultivation by Qingtian. Although she didn’t say it on the surface, I could see that in her heart
Very worried.”
“Second uncle can see that although your martial arts have been abolished, your mental talent is outstanding. It just so happens that Xian’er’s mental talent is also outstanding, so you are really suitable!”
“If you have time, come to Yama Outer Heaven to see her. She should be very happy.”
Zhang Ruochen saw Yan Yu was about to leave and said: "Second uncle!"
"What's up?"
Zhang Ruochen said: "It's like this. Maybe in the near future, I can repair the sundial, and then it can support many gods to practice together. I would like to invite Miss Yan to come to Xinghuantian to practice."
“Sundial repaired!”
Yan Yu was shocked and his mood fluctuated quite a lot.
Zhang Ruochen said: "It hasn't been repaired yet, but it may succeed. If it succeeds, I will definitely give you a place, my second uncle."
Yan Yu was in a good mood, and said with a smile: "If the sundial can be repaired successfully, it will definitely cause quite a sensation. Back then, with the help of the sundial, the Holy Monk Xumi made the Kunlun Realm so powerful that it became invincible in all realms in a very short period of time.
If there is a quota, my second uncle would be really grateful!"
Zhang Ruochen said: "Ruochen actually has something else I want to ask for."
"Why should you be so coy in front of your second uncle? If you have anything to say, just say it." Yan Yu said with a smile.
Zhang Ruochen took out the gourd and said: "I want to refine the three elders of Zhen Mie Palace into a magical elixir that can enhance spiritual power. The only alchemist in the world who can make good use of this great elixir in a short period of time is the Supreme Master."
Yan Yu understands!
The Sundial cultivation quota must be something that countless forces are vying for. Why should the quota be allocated to the Yama clan?
is conditional.
This is normal and he can understand it.
Givenment is a matter of friendship, but if you just give out your feelings without any return, this kind of friendship will eventually be used up.
“Okay! You and I should go to the outer heaven of Yama to meet my great grandfather. There should be no problem.”
Yan Yu is regarded as an outstanding figure of this generation of the Yama clan, and is very likely to become the successor of the Yama clan. With such a status, his words will naturally have extraordinary weight.
Zhang Ruochen handed the Tianshu gourd to Yan Yu's hand and said, "I have to repair the sundial and refine the magic elixir. I can only ask my second uncle."
Yan Yu lowered his eyes and glanced at Tianshu Gourd, smiled meaningfully, and said: "This is the third elder of Zhen Mie Palace, a powerful man in the way of spiritual power! Are you so relieved to leave it to me?
"
Zhang Ruochen pretended not to understand what he meant and said: "Senior Jiutian has used his mental power to seal the gourd again. No matter how strong he is, he can't escape."
“Okay! Since Ruochen trusts you so much, my second uncle must live up to his trust.”
Yan Yu was also happy, took the Tianshu gourd and put it away carefully.
Shallow intersection, point to the end.
But deep friendship all starts with mutual trust.
After Zhang Ruochen watched Yan Yu leave, he headed towards the Yuchen Temple, preparing to go underground again to confirm some things.