Heavenly thunder and earthly fire sealed the space, and thirty-six swords suppressed the soul.
If Ancestor Ming Yuan was in his heyday, he would naturally look down upon this method, but the current situation is really unfavorable for him.
A powerful person in the enlightenment stage was suppressed by a junior foundation builder?
Even if this kind of thing existed for a while, it would be a shame that Ancestor Ming Yuan could never wash away in this life, but it did happen now.
"Kill you, no one who sees this will survive."
After all, Ancestor Ming Yuan was a powerful master of the demonic arts, and he quickly thought of a solution.
As long as everyone who saw this scene is killed, then this scene will not happen, just like the swordsman who assassinated the immortal Qin Shihuang in ancient times. When the guards are dead, no one will notice that he has sneaked in.
The shock in the secret realm stirred up waves of blood that hit the thunder pool formation.
Xie Yushu's face suddenly turned pale. Fortunately, she was connected to the barren mountain at this time, and the mountain would not be destroyed unless the formation collapsed.
"Junior, how long do you think you can trap me? In the end, it's just borrowed power, and it will eventually run out."
"Then just wait until my power runs out."
Xu Sui was unmoved by the trash talk. If it weren't for the fact that the inside and outside of the Patriarch's Tower were isolated and unable to escape, he would not have gone head-to-head with the old monster in the enlightenment stage.
Ancestor Ming Yuan was enveloped in a faint sense of crisis, and it became more and more obvious as time went by. The strong uneasiness forced him to go crazy and explore the nine secret realms.
So much so that the entire Patriarch Tower began to tremble.
In this tremor, the thunder and fire from the sky became more and more noisy, causing the wind to swell. The sun hung high in the sky and the snow melted. From then on, water, fire, wind and thunder gathered together, and Xu Sui's preparations were finally completed.
"Heaven and earth are furnaces."
Xu Sui clasped his hands together to sense the heaven and earth within the Patriarch's Tower, and used the alchemy method in the Qing Emperor's Secret Records obtained from the Fengliu Fan to turn these nine secret realms and his own foundation-building vision into a huge alchemy furnace.
I won’t even spare Ancestor Ming Yuan’s blood, so I don’t believe I can’t kill you through refining.
“Creation is work.”
With a command, water, fire, wind and thunder rose into the sky, tightly wrapping around Ancestor Ming Yuan who was pinned by thirty-six flying swords.
The pure power washed away the soul, both weakening and refining it, and this also made Ancestor Ming Yuan understand what Xu Sui's purpose was.
"You actually want to use people to make elixirs? This is a completely demonic act."
Ancestor Ming Yuan did not expect that the famous and decent sect these days would be so ruthless even to a disciple in the Foundation Establishment stage, and that person did not even have any psychological burden when refining the pill.
This is not just a matter of ruthlessness or moral quality, but once exposed, you will not be able to continue on the right path.
After all, Zhengdao is a group of people who can have their balls pulled off the stage, but they will never be slapped in the face on stage.
Using people to make elixirs is a slap in the face and will cause them to lose their moral high ground when facing demonic monks, so it must be prohibited.
At least it can't be discovered.
Xu Sui naturally understands this truth, but now that life and death are at stake, who cares about these things.
Survival is the first priority, and he is not the only one who thinks this way.
"Hurry up, this devil is in a hurry."
"Hmph~ Why bother talking about these moral principles to deal with such evil heretics? If it weren't for our lack of cultivation, we would have been on the same page."
"Jie Jie Jie, you old thing can turn into elixirs to increase your senior brother's power. This is a blessing from your previous life."
"Being able to watch the battle between powerful people at such a close distance is worth the price even if you die."
…
Fuck, why are the righteous monks more bloodthirsty than the demonic monks these days?
Ancestor Ming Yuan looked at the group of "demon monsters" at the foot of the mountain, and for a moment he doubted whether he was a demonic monk.
"The power of the nine secret realms is limited, so I don't believe you can refine me."
Even if the furnace explodes when refining a bunch of medicinal materials, Ancestor Ming Yuan does not believe that Xu Sui's strength can refine him. Besides, the power of the nine secret realms is limited, and it cannot provide much power when used to suppress the blood sea. Give Xu Sui a splurge.
"Yin and Yang are charcoal."
The fire dragon pearl hangs high in the sky, the sea of filthy blood washes the earth, and the ancient pure fire of Shentu wanders in the nine secret realms.
Not only to smelt it into one, but also to refine the entire blood sea with the help of other secret realm spirits, and to use the dark and evil power of this blood sea for one's own use.
Combined with the pure power of the Fire Dragon Lord, the combination of yin and yang bursts out with stronger refining power.
"After successfully refining the nine secret realms, Lao Deng's aura immediately increased sharply, wildly, and vigorously."
"Kill kill kill kill kill."
"His momentum at this moment is fifty times more powerful than at any time. He is extremely domineering and extremely mad. But what else in the world can the devil and god resist?"
"Fuck, what else in the world can I resist?"
Don't go crazy here.
At this time, Xu Sui really didn't even have the energy to speak. He could only give the white phoenix flying out of the Feng Liu Fan a look, hoping to calm down and get down to business quickly.
Bai Feng took out the nectar pills from the Feng Liu Fan, and then fed them into Xu Sui's mouth.
To be honest, Bai Feng can no longer intervene in the current situation.
Even if a powerful person in the enlightenment stage has spent a thousand years and only the soul is left, it is still very terrifying. If he is not in an absolutely unfavorable situation, the opponent can kill all the people in the nine secret realms with a single thought.
"Boom~"
The world in the secret realm shook again, and Xu Sui's complexion turned pale. Bai Feng immediately gave him a pill to restore his injuries.
Obviously, the elixirs she refined were not limited to the Ganlin elixir to restore spiritual energy.
"Senior is really irritable. It seems that the intensity of the fire is still a little small."
After the elixir was taken down, Xu Sui gained some strength to speak. Seeing Ancestor Ming Yuan who was trapped in the sword formation and being refined by water, fire, wind and thunder, he couldn't help but use trash talk.
Judging from the furious state of the other party, Dongfang Qingdi's alchemy skills really have something to offer.
"Junior, you can't kill me, you can't kill me."
Ancestor Ming Yuan still didn't think he would lose. He didn't believe that with such an absolute gap in strength, he would lose in the enlightenment stage.
When everything is over, he must...
“All things are copper.”
Xu Sui didn't care about the old man's clamor and completed the last step of alchemy on his own. In an instant, the vision in the secret realm changed.
The original scene of thousands of mountains covered with snow changed, and the ferocious image of alchemy blended into it.
Xu Sui's originally cold foundation-building vision turned into a fiery alchemy furnace. It was simply unheard of for the foundation-building vision to change.
There is a great sun above, and a sea of blood below.
Water and fire are compatible, and wind and thunder stir.
Since then, thousands of mountains covered with snow have turned into copper furnaces in troubled times.
The spirit of the secret realm who was assisting the whole process looked in a daze. He did not expect that the situation that should have led to death was a 50-50 outcome.
"If this son hadn't died at a young age, there would have been an era that would make countless geniuses sad."
After all, no matter how bright the stars are, they cannot compete with the sun and the moon.
