5537--Andrew Goodbye God Tower

5537--Andrew Goodbye God Tower

Kong Wu and Bai Guanxing nodded together: "Don't worry, sir, we still understand the usual pharmacology."

"good!"

So, just a moment after arriving at Dandao Pavilion, Qin Yichen came out again.

But he didn't know that just a moment ago, Bai Linglong and the others were also planning to go back to their respective caves to discuss long-term plans.

"Miss Linglong, do you really know how to make alchemy? How is it better than that thief knife?"

Fan Wanxing was surrounded by Bai Linglong, as if hugging her thighs at the moment, and hated Qin Yichen even more: "Miss Linglong is unparalleled in the world, she must be able to crush the sea of ​​consciousness of that thief knife, right?"

Bai Linglong still had a cold expression on his face: "His spiritual attainments are not weak, but there were too many people just now, so I can be sure that he didn't exert his full strength."

"Of course, me too."

"Didn't do your best?"

Fan Wanxing was stunned, it seemed that Anbu didn't focus on investigating the progress of the thief knife's alchemy.

"How much skill does that thief knife hide?"

However, along the way, Bai Linglong seemed to be annoyed by the question, and sighed: "I said, you really don't know how to make alchemy at all? You have a golden immortal soul, but you can't even use your mental power?"

Fan Wanxing was a little embarrassed. He tried it on the road just now, but the backlash of his mental power was a little painful, no... it was more than a little painful, it was like thousands of needles piercing his head, and his headache was about to split.

"Miss Linglong, look... there are still three months left, why don't you teach me so that I can teach that thief knife a lesson?"

"hehe."

Bai Linglong sneered twice: "Three months, how far do you think you can cultivate with your talent?"

"I……"

Fan Wanxing's face was full of depression. He was a dignified descendant of the Heavenly Emperor, and Bai Linglong always despised him, which made him very unhappy.

"Could it be that I can't do anything for the past three months? Do I have to avoid that thief's knife?"

Bai Linglong suddenly stopped in her tracks, stood on the spot, rubbed her chin, her eyes glowing brightly.

After a while, Bai Linglong raised her head and suddenly smiled.

"Although you can't make alchemy, you can still come in handy."

Although Bai Linglong's smile is full of confidence, Fan Wanxing always has a feeling of chills down his spine from being treated as a guinea pig...

"God Refining Tower!"

At the same time, Qin Yichen came to an ancient pagoda he had seen just now. According to his extra memory, this was the holy place for the disciples of the Dan Palace to temper their souls.

"Finally have the opportunity to temper the primordial spirit..."

Qin Yichen took a deep breath. In fact, there was another very important reason why Princess Wenqing urged him so anxiously, that is, in the world they lived in, there was no such sacred place for refining.

The Emperor Que Clan did not, and the alchemy in the Yanhuang world was slowly revived only with the arrival of Qin Yichen. There was no treasure land for immortals and alchemy.

According to Princess Wen Qing, the Emperor Que clan originally had a mysterious realm of refinement, which was built by a human cultivator when they made good friends with the human race.

It's a pity that it was a matter of the True Dragon Era. At that time, the Dique clan was still the Shenque clan, and with the destruction of the human race, for tens of millions of years, the alchemy of all races has declined, and the Dique clan is no exception.

In addition, there was no alchemist, so that secret realm also declined and could not be used by Qin Yichen at all.

It can be said that the background of the Emperor Que clan may be able to find treasures and medicines for Qin Yichen to cultivate the gods, but if it is said to build a mysterious realm for him, even the Emperor Que clan can do nothing.

And Qin Yichen can only step into the tower of refining gods in the world derived from the wheel of heaven!

Thinking of this hard-won opportunity, Qin Yichen clenched his fists and must seize the opportunity!

Walking into the God Refining Pagoda, at the bottom entrance, there are also disciples of the Alchemy Palace who are on duty, and there is even an old man with his eyes closed and cross-legged, sitting on an altar. It is not difficult to see from the vast fluctuations in mental power that this It is the senior Dandian who guards this place to prevent accidents from happening.

The alchemy disciples were very friendly, and regardless of whether it was Qin Yichen's first visit, they still dutifully explained to him the rules of the Alchemy Pagoda in detail.

"Look at the cultivation level of the younger brother? Are you going to participate in the three-month assessment and be promoted to the inner sect?"

"However, junior brother should keep his feet on the ground. With your cultivation base, it's best not to go to the eighth floor."

Through this disciple's introduction, Qin Yichen learned that the God Refining Pagoda here has eighteen floors in total except for the entrance on the first floor at the bottom.

The eighteen-story tower of refining the gods, and the lower nine floors correspond to the nine levels of immortality.

As for Shangjiuzhong, the disciple reminded that only after the primordial spirit becomes a god and the alchemy god can one step in, otherwise, the spiritual coercion in it is simply unbearable for ordinary outer disciples.

"It's similar to what I encountered in those immortal sects, but there is no refining tower for alchemy gods to practice. Sure enough, although alchemy is declining, the truth remains the same..."

Qin Yichen murmured softly, but the disciple was stunned: "Junior brother, what did you say?"

"Oh, nothing, thank you brother for letting me know."

Qin Yichen smiled, and prepared to climb to the God Refining Pagoda.

And the disciple on duty also gave instructions behind him very seriously. After all, every time there is a grand competition, many disciples enter the unbearable tower floor in order to step into the inner gate. Accident-prone season...

Then Qin Yichen went directly to the eighth floor.

The eighth floor, according to the rules of the God Refining Pagoda, is the power of spiritual power that a genius of the eighth level of immortality can bear.

However, Qin Yichen stood on the eighth floor of the divine tower, silent for a moment, and then saw his spiritual power surging, shattering the wind of spiritual power sweeping around him.

"Eight floors...not enough at all!"

After all, the primordial spirit of this body is not as good as Qin Yichen himself, but Qin Yichen's attainments are already infinitely close to the divine realm!

Even, Qin Yichen would have broken through alchemists long ago if he hadn't needed a large amount of elixir to make alchemy for the Emperor Que Clan's army and to teach the alchemists of the Di Que Clan.

Whether he can become an emperor, and the future of becoming an emperor may be very slim, but Qin Yichen has incomparable confidence in becoming a god of alchemy!

Ever since, Qin Yichen climbed another floor and came to the ninth floor.

This time, after several hours, Qin Yichen finally overcame the rippling spiritual power of the ninth floor.

"The primordial spirit of this body is still a little weak..."

Qin Yichen gritted his teeth secretly, the primordial spirit of an ordinary golden fairy seemed to be a drag compared to his spiritual attainments.

However, the ninth floor is still not Qin Yichen's goal, because this body does not belong to him, even if he strictly tempers the Yuanshen realm, after three months, he will say goodbye to the world of Dandian.

Only the improvement of spiritual power attainments can be brought back by him.

"The tenth floor...is the place where you can experience the alchemy!"

Qin Yichen gritted his teeth, and asked him to use the primordial spirit of the Golden Immortal to try the spiritual power of the Alchemy God!

Qin Yichen stepped forward, but what he didn't expect, but as it should be, was an inner disciple sitting cross-legged in the middle of the hanging corridor from the ninth floor to the tenth floor, as if he was on duty.