After fierce quarrel, Jiang Yi held the bottom line and didn't take a shit.

He was preparing to practice the ancient classics of the Alchemy Emperor. Not to mention it, he also planned to search for some in the temple of the Holy Land of Wuhui.

"Holy Lord, how did you arrange the five divine weapons?"

Jiang Yi didn't see Han Ao or Jiang Bin, but Zhou Qingshou seemed to have no change.

The Holy Lord Wuhui's face was tense, and it was useless to raise a disciple.

Jiang Yi smiled embarrassedly and said, "It's useless to ask these medicinal materials. I'll get something better to honor you in the future."

"I'm dead when you respect me."

"No, I have the prescription for the Eternal Pill."

"What pill?"

"The Eternal Life Pill is forcibly extending your life. It can ensure that you live for a few more decades in addition to your normal life."

"Are you kidding me?"

"This is the medicinal material, you can prepare it first.

After getting all together, I will guide you in alchemy.”

Jiang Yi took out the prescription he got from the Qiao family and handed it to the Holy Lord Wuhui.

The Holy Lord Wuhui looked at Jiang Yi suspiciously, then reached out to take it.

"How is the magic weapon?"

Jiang Yi asked again.

The Holy Lord Wuhui flipped over the prescription and said casually: "Han Ao is Lin Tianlu's favorite disciple. He didn't want Han Ao to take risks with his life, so he didn't let him touch his weapons and forced him to the Kingdom of Darkness.

However, after carefully checking the weapons, they all felt that it was a pity to put them in, so they wanted to find someone to try the situation first.

Can it be controlled, what methods can be used, and whether there are any harms?

Three months ago, after repeatedly soliciting Jiang Bin's opinions, I decided to use it as a try.

At the beginning, we were all cooperating with Jiang Bin and used many methods, including hitting the spear with various weapons, hoping to wake it up, including using the soul to communicate, burning with flames, soaking with blood, etc., but the spear did not respond.

Later, Jiang Bin said he would use his own blood to feed the spear until it wakes up."

“Is it effective?”

“Not working, but it’s still sticking to it.”

“How long has it been fed?”

“It’s been more than fifty days now.

We feed Jiang Bin elixirs every day to ensure blood and energy."

“Where is it?”

“Underground rock pool.

You go and persuade me, I feel that doing so will have no effect, it will only slowly hurt its body."

Jiang Yi came to the underground rock pool of Wuhui Holy Land, which is more than 2,000 meters underground in the northwest of the holy land, and the range is more than 50 miles.

As many as nine huge magma rivers rush by, forming a unique underground cave.

The heat waves are rolling, scorching the space.

The rushing magma was very irritable, like a wild collision of rivers and seas, causing magma in the sky.

The magnificent stone wall is engraved with complex magic circles, constantly absorbing the power of magma and gathering on the ancient altar floating in the air.

The altar is wide and thirty-three cauldrons stand.

The cauldron in the middle is a hundred meters high, huge and thick, with flames soaring into the sky, like an erupting volcano.

This is the alchemy site of the Holy Land of No Return.

The seventh Su Lao, Nie Yinshan, is in charge.

More than 500 alchemists from the holy land also live here.

Jiang Yi walked across the stone bridge in the air and came to the altar.

There are not only cauldrons on the altar, but also nine temples scattered on the edges, some storing medicinal materials, some elixirs, and some staying and resting.

The alchemists were busy in front of the cauldrons everywhere, but they didn't notice anyone coming.

In front of one of the cauldrons, a white-haired old man was personally guiding a young woman.

The woman's white robe is better than snow, her black hair is loose, and her temperament is beyond the world, like a fairy who is not as good as a worldly fireworks.

Many young alchemists nearby looked over frequently, and their eyes could not hide their admiration.

"Who are you! Who let you get in here!"

With a shout, the altar was quiet, and a large number of alchemists looked at Jiang Yi in unison.

"I'm upset.

I am Jiang Yi.”

Jiang Yi said hello.

"Jiang Yi?

The disciple of the Holy Lord?”

"Why did he come here?"

"He is Jiang Yi."

The alchemists looked at it carefully.

"Jiang Yi?"

The young woman looked at Jiang Yi in surprise, and it was Changling who was visiting Nie Yin Mountain.

I haven't seen each other for a year, so it's even more charming.

Her beauty is impeccable, as if it can hit your soul and make your mind sway.

Beauty is like jade! That's right.

"Long time no see."

Jiang Yi smiled and saw that Chang Ling was living here pretty well.

"Why are you here? Look at your demon snake?"

Changling came, beautiful and charming, pure and holy.

The delicate face, fair skin, and pure eyes are like works of art carefully polished by the Creator.

Anyone who sees it will not help but admire it for a few seconds.

"I just came back to see Jiang Bin."

Jiang Yi looked at Chang Ling and couldn't help but sigh that sometimes fate does favor someone, such a beautiful, graceful and talented person, impeccable.

“Is there any more?”

Chang Ling's beautiful eyes flowed, looking at Jiang Yi's eyes.

"Um?"

Jiang Yi didn't understand.

"Just come and see him."

"Oh, by the way."

Jiang Yi quickly took two steps forward and saluted to the white-haired old man in front: "Disciple Jiang Yi, I have seen Mr. Nie."

Chang Ling was so amused that this fool did it on purpose.

Nie Yinshan just glanced at him lightly and said to Chang Ling: "Continue to refine the alchemy."

Jiang Yi didn't care. Everyone in the holy land knew that this old man had a strange temper. Even when his aunt introduced Chang Ling to stay, she was very hesitant.

"When will you leave?"

Chang Ling asked quietly.

"Look at the situation, it may be a few days, and it may be a few months."

Jiang Yi came to the front of the altar and looked at the giant fire pool where nine rivers meet in the distance.

The magma continued to rush and gather from nine directions, hitting violently, deafeningly, and causing magma in the sky.

The musket was inserted there, and only a dozen meters of gun tip leaked out.

Jiang Bin just plated it on it.

The sharp edge cut his scales, and blood kept flowing, but the tip of the gun did not accept its gift, allowing the blood to cross the surface and evaporate by the magma.
To be continued...