Chapter 1167

With the cold drink of don't ask the sky, the hand quickly played countless Indian formulas.

"Bang Bang..."

Banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging.

"Saint yuan Dan, what a rich smell of Saint yuan Dan!"

"The fragrance of this Saint yuan pill is much stronger than the five trace Saint yuan pill I received originally. I don't know how many times!"

"The emperor is really powerful. His strength is not only terrible, but his alchemy technology is probably unmatched in the whole ancient land!"

……

The rich fragrance of medicine came, and figures were immediately discussed.

A quarter of an hour passed quickly.

"Bang Bang..."

The sound of explosion resounded again.

"Pills, come out!"

With a cold drink, Mo Wentian's figure flashed and slapped directly on the burning God tripod.

With the palm of Mo Wentian, the tripod cover above the burning God tripod opened instantly.

Nine holy yuan pills suddenly burst out of the burning God tripod.

"Nine Saint yuan pills?"

"The emperor actually refined nine holy yuan pills in one furnace?"

"The medicine fragrance on these nine Shengyuan pills is so rich that it should at least reach the level of seven marks!"

……

As the nine holy yuan pills burst out from the Yan Shen Ding, Xiao Jingcheng and others' eyes couldn't help but widen, and their eyes were full of impressiveness.

Let alone refining nine Saint yuan pills at one time, they have never seen even one.

"Five seven marks, four eight marks!"

"It's still a little bad!"

His mouth whispered to himself, and a faint look flashed in his eyes.

It seems that there is still some dissatisfaction with the refined nine Saint yuan pills.

Such words were not heard by Xiao Jingcheng. If they heard them, they had to find a hole in the ground and drill in immediately.

In the middle period of the heavenly king, nine holy yuan pills were refined at one time, and they were all seven marks and eight marks.

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

"When my strength breaks through the realm of the emperor, there are five levels of raw materials. If I want to refine ten marks, it must be no problem!"

But the next moment, it seems to think of something, don't ask the eyes of the sky, rise a bright and incomparable light.

"Close!"

Immediately, don't ask Tian Leng to drink, and with a wave of your hand, directly put all the nine Saint yuan pills into your bag.

"Buzzing..."

The slightest ray of light passed, and in the hands of Mo Wentian, a saint yuan pill appeared. On this Saint yuan pill, in addition to the golden light, the rich aura rolled out.

And there are also seven traces on the saint yuan Dan.

Although the seven trace Saint yuan Dan is much worse than the ten trace, it is probably only in the hands of Mo Wentian in the entire ancient heritage.

If this pill spreads out, I'm afraid even the beast owner of the orc, the ancestor of the demon world, and even the hidden forces of the ancient race in the ancient heritage will rob it.

"Xiao Jingcheng!"

"Disciples are here!"

With Mo Wentian's cold cry, Xiao Jingcheng's figure quickly appeared in front of Mo Wentian.

Looking at Mo Wentian, Xiao Jingcheng's eyes were filled with enthusiasm.

Don't ask heaven in his hand, holding a seven mark Saint yuan Dan, now call him, Xiao Jingcheng can easily think of, don't ask heaven what this is to do.

"Xiao Jingcheng, I have seen your performance recently!"

"Your cultivation has reached the initial stage of the emperor. This seven mark Saint yuan pill is given to you by the emperor!"

Don't ask the sky, looking at Xiao Jingcheng, with a slight grin on the corner of your mouth, and a indifferent look.

"Give it to me?"

"Emperor... This..."

Although Xiao Jingcheng had already guessed that Mo Wentian would give him this Saint yuan pill, the words really came out of Mo Wentian's mouth, and he was still a little moved.

For a moment, Xiao Jingcheng looked at Mo Wentian and couldn't say anything.

"The emperor asked you to take it, you can take it, take it and refine it quickly to improve your cultivation!"

"The divine dragon is about to be born, and I need you to go with me at that time!"

Mo Wentian looked at Xiao Jingcheng's stupefied appearance, stood up, stretched out his hand and patted Xiao Jingcheng's shoulder, lowering his voice.

"Go together?"

"Emperor, don't worry, I will try my best to improve my cultivation, help you win the Dragon sky map and enter the center of the martial arts!"

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, the light in Xiao Jingcheng's eyes suddenly soared, and his sonorous voice was even more firm.

With that, Xiao Jingcheng reached out and took down the seven trace Saint yuan Dan.

"Yes!"

Mo Wentian looked at Xiao Jingcheng and took down Shengyuan Dan. The arc raised by the corner of his mouth became more and more rich, and he nodded with a light hum.

"Fan Zeng, Lu Jun, Binglong!"

"You have also done a lot for the emperor. These three seven trace Saint yuan pills, you also took them to refine and improve your accomplishments!"

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

With a move of mind, three seven mark Saint yuan pills appeared in Mo Wentian's hands.

"Emperor, this..."

"Emperor, this holy yuan Dan is too precious. We... We can't accept it!"

"Yes, emperor, it's not easy to refine this Saint yuan pill. We can't accept it!"

……

Looking at the three seven mark Saint yuan pills, they politely refused, but in their eyes, there was a bright light.

"Take it!"

"Your strength is the best reward for the emperor!"

Listening to this discussion, don't ask heaven's eyes, suddenly a cold, cold drink.

"Emperor, then... Then we'll take it!"

"Thank you, Emperor!"

"Thank you, Emperor!"

……

The cold voice came, and fan Zeng and others did not refuse, but respectfully took it down.

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

The next moment, don't ask heaven what he seems to think of, looking at the four people in front of him, indifferent way.

As soon as Mo Wentian said this, the four people saluted Mo Wentian slightly, then bowed down and hurriedly retreated.

"There is still one Saint yuan pill with seven marks left, and this one will be refined by Chixiao!"

"As for the four pieces of eight marks, Xiao Jiao, Huan Tian, Tian Hu, and myself are just enough!"

Speak to yourself. Don't ask the sky. A bright light rises in your eyes.

"Emperor, have you finished refining your elixir?"

At this time, a figure came from outside the hall, looking at Mo Wentian, his eyes full of respect.

"Chixiao, you came just in time. This is a seven trace Saint yuan pill. You took it to refine and improve your accomplishments!"

"As a general of the kingdom of God, your cultivation is too low!"

Looking at the appearance of Chixiao's figure, Mo Wentian seemed to think of something, and the light in his eyes flashed.