Chapter 1167 Seven Marks? Eight Marks?

Following Mo Wentian's cold shout, countless seal formulas were quickly typed out in his hands.

"Bang bang bang..."

A burst of bang bang bang sounded, and in the flame god cauldron, a strong fragrance of medicinal pills permeated instantly.

"Shengyuan Pill, what a strong fragrance of Shengyuan Pill!"

"The scent of this Holy Yuan Pill is stronger than the five-marked Holy Yuan Pill I received, and the medicinal fragrance is many times stronger!"

"The emperor is really powerful. Not only is his strength terrifying, but his alchemy technology is probably unrivaled in the entire ancient ruins!"

...

A strong medicinal scent came, and the figures immediately started talking.

A quarter of an hour passed quickly.

"Bang bang bang..."

The sound of explosions resounded again.

"Elixir, come out!"

With a cold drink, Mo Wentian's figure flashed, and he slapped directly on the Yanshen cauldron with his palm.

Following Mo Wentian's palm, the lid on the Flame God Cauldron instantly opened.

Nine Saint Yuan Pills burst out from the Flame God Cauldron in an instant.

"Nine Saint Yuan Pills?"

"The Emperor actually refined nine Saint Yuan Pills in one furnace?"

"The medicinal fragrance on these nine Saint Yuan Pills is so strong, it should at least reach the level of Qishen!"

...

As the nine Saint Yuan Pills shot out from the Flame God Cauldron, the eyes of Xiao Jinghen and the others couldn't help but widen, and their eyes were full of impressive expressions.

Not to mention refining nine Saint Yuan Pills at once, even one was refined, they had never seen it before.

"Five seven marks, four eight marks!"

"It's still a bit bad!"

Na na muttered to himself, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a gloomy look.

It seems that he is still somewhat dissatisfied with the refined nine Saint Yuan Pills.

Xiao Jinghen and the others did not hear such words, if they heard them, they would have to find a hole in the ground and get in immediately.

In the middle stage of the Heavenly King, not to mention nine Saint Yuan Pills were refined at one time, and they were all seven and eight marks.

Such alchemy ability, even if it is called a monster, is not enough to describe it.

"When my strength breaks through to the realm of the emperor, there are level five raw materials. If I want to refine ten marks, it will definitely not be a problem!"

But the next moment, he seemed to think of something, and Mo Wentian's eyes lit up with an incomparably bright light.

"receive!"

Immediately, Mo Wentian gave a cold shout, waved his hand, and directly put all the nine Saint Yuan Pills into his pocket.

"Buzz..."

A trace of light flashed by, and a Saint Yuan Pill appeared in Mo Wentian's hand. On top of this Saint Yuan Pill, besides the golden light, a rich spiritual energy rolled out.

Moreover, there are seven Dao marks printed on the Saint Yuan Pill.

Although Qihen's Saint Yuan Pill is much inferior to Shihen's, in the entire ancient relics, Mo Wentian is probably the only one who has it.

If this elixir is spread, even the beast master of the beast clan, the ancestors of the demon world, and even the hidden forces of the ancient race in the ancient ruins will take action to snatch it.

"Xiao Jinghen!"

"The disciple is here!"

Following Mo Wentian's cold shout, Xiao Jinghen's figure quickly appeared in front of Mo Wentian.

Looking at Mo Wentian, Xiao Jinghen's eyes were full of enthusiasm.

In Mo Wentian's hand, he was holding a seven-marked Saint Yuan Pill. Now that he was called, Xiao Jinghen could easily think of what Mo Wentian was going to do.

"Xiao Jinghen, the Emperor has noticed your performance recently!"

"Your cultivation base has also reached the early stage of the emperor, this emperor will give you this seven-scarred Saint Yuan Pill!"

Mo Wentian looked at Xiao Jinghen, grinned slightly at the corner of his mouth, and said indifferently.

"Give it to me?"

"Emperor... this..."

Even though Xiao Jinghen had already guessed that Mo Wentian would give him this Saint Yuan Pill, but the words really came out of Mo Wentian's mouth, he was still a little moved.

For a moment, Xiao Jinghen looked at Mo Wentian, but couldn't say anything.

"The emperor told you to hold it, so you can hold it, and quickly refine it to improve your cultivation!"

"Shenlong Tongtian Tu will be born soon, and I still need you to go there with me!"

Mo Wentian looked at Xiao Jinghen's dazed look, stood up, reached out and patted Xiao Jinghen's shoulder, and said in a low voice.

"Go together?"

"Emperor, don't worry, I will definitely work hard to improve my cultivation, and help you win the map of the dragon reaching the sky, and enter the center of martial arts!"

Hearing what Mo Wentian said, the light in Xiao Jinghen's eyes instantly brightened, and his sonorous voice became even more firm.

As he said that, Xiao Jinghen reached out and took the seven-scarred Saint Yuan Pill.

"Um!"

Mo Wentian watched Xiao Jinghen take the Sheng Yuan Pill, the corners of his mouth raised more and more, he hummed lightly, and nodded.

"Fan Zeng, Lu Jun, Ice Dragon!"

"You have also done a lot for this emperor. You have also refined these three seven-scarred Saint Yuan Pills to improve your cultivation!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian seemed to think of something, and his eyes fell on Fan Zeng and the others.

With a thought, three seven-scarred Saint Yuan Pills appeared in Mo Wentian's hands.

"Emperor, this..."

"Emperor, this Saint Yuan Pill is too precious, we...we can't accept it!"

"Yes, Emperor, it is not easy to refine this Saint Yuan Pill, we cannot accept it!"

...

Looking at the three Saint Yuan Pills with seven marks, they politely refused, but a bright light rose in their eyes.

"Take it!"

"The improvement of your strength is the best reward for this emperor!"

Hearing these discussions, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he said coldly.

"Emperor, then...then we will accept it!"

"Thank you, my lord!"

"Thank you, my lord!"

...

When the cold voice came, Fan Zeng and the others did not refuse, but accepted it respectfully.

"Okay, you all quickly go down to practice!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian seemed to think of something, looked at the four people in front of him, and said indifferently.

As soon as Mo Wentian said these words, the four of them gave a slight salute to Mo Wentian, then bowed and quickly retreated.

"There is only one Saint Yuan Pill with seven marks left, let Chi Xiao refine this one!"

"As for the four pieces of Bahen, Xiaojiao, Huantian, Tianhu, and myself are just enough!"

Na na murmured to himself, Mo Wentian's eyes lit up with an incomparably bright light.

"Emperor, have you finished refining your elixir?"

At this moment, a figure came from outside the hall and looked at Mo Wentian with a respectful look in his eyes.

"Chi Xiao, you came at the right time. This is a seven-scarred Saint Yuan Pill. You have refined it to improve your cultivation!"

"As the general of our Heaven Devouring God Kingdom, your cultivation is too low!"

Seeing Chi Xiao's figure appear, Mo Wentian seemed to think of something, and said with a gleam in his eyes.