Chapter 421 A Huge Profit (Nearly 9K)

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The Changkong Treasure House has many treasures.

Here, there are not only holy materials and holy tools, but also incomplete tools of the Great Saint, and even treasures that the Great Saint covets.

However, most of the time, the divine objects have spirits and are dim by themselves.

What treasures can be obtained by those who enter the treasure house depends mainly on whether they have that blessing.

People choose spiritual objects, and spiritual objects also choose people.

It is conceivable that the conditions for entering the Changkong Treasure House are so harsh.

In the past, Fang Yang had the opportunity to enter it because he became a third-level martial king who was rare in a thousand years.

Last time, he was recognized by the Yimu Holy Spear.

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"Dong!"

A footstep suddenly came from the distant sky.

Like the sound of a heavenly drum, combined with the pulse of this small world, it was transmitted very clearly to the hearts of the saints guarding the Changkong Treasure House.

The sunset fell in the west, and the afterglow was swaying.

The red halo in the sky dyed the clouds a bit dreamy.

At the end of the sea of ​​clouds, a figure was walking step by step.

He was wearing a black Taoist robe, with a handsome face, and a straight and upright figure like a spear or a sword, full of heroic spirit!

Although his expression was calm, his eyes were like the shining stars, with the sun and the moon rising and falling, and even suspected of the evolution of chaotic energy.

Fang Yang!

At this moment, the sunset fell on Fang Yang's body, dyed with a layer of dreamy brilliance.

It made him more extraordinary and unworldly, like a banished immortal.

This moment of elegance and indescribable majesty brought great shock to the guarding saints.

"He is becoming more extraordinary." The speaker was the Luoshan Saint from the Lin family, and the direct ancestor of Lin Shenghuang.

"Fang, Yang..." Chen Kui on the side said softly, with a complicated look in his eyes.

Before, at the birthday banquet of the Great Saint of Thorn Feather, she had witnessed Fang Yang's arrogant side.

And now, she had glimpsed some of Fang Yang's charm in the treasure house.

Her remorse, which she had tried hard to hide, spread out from the depths of her heart.

...

The Sky Arsenal.

The sky was blue, with various colors of light flickering.

On the ground, there were all kinds of strange roars and long chants, or the roars of tigers and lions, or the long chants of sparrow eagles.

While each piece of treasure land was blooming with brilliant divine light, it also revealed all kinds of sharp auras.

Under the gaze of the Saint of Falling Mountain and Chen Kui and others, Fang Yang began to wander around the Sky Treasure House.

At this moment, Fang Yang walked with his hands behind his back, his posture relaxed.

[Middle-upper sign, after the bell rings nine times, lead the Yimu Holy Spear outside, and you can get a seventh-level opportunity, no hidden dangers, no risks, auspicious. ]

Although there was a hint of fortune, he was not in a hurry to wait for the seventh-level opportunity.

"...To become a saint and ascend to immortality, I must refine the Donghuang Chaos Bell."

"But the remnant rhyme is rare. If I fail to materialize the Donghuang Chaos Bell, it will inevitably be affected."

"In order to strive for success, I have to refine other holy artifacts first to practice."

Fang Yang's mind was like lightning.

The flame robe and the Golden Crow Holy Fan and other holy artifacts were all holy artifacts he had in different dreams.

So he decided to try to refine these holy artifacts first, and then refine the Donghuang Chaos Bell.

As his thoughts were determined, a smile appeared on his face.

"This holy material of the Fire Dao School is very good, and it is destined for me."

In a sea of ​​fire, a thirty-six-grade fiery red lotus slowly bloomed, releasing brilliant divine light, like a rain of fire, and extraordinary power.

With a whoosh, it flew into Fang Yang's hand.

"This holy material of the Guang Dao School is not bad, and it is destined for me."

"Haha, you are destined for me too."

"Wait, this is actually the holy material of the Law Dao? Humph, it is also destined for me!"

"..."

Fang Yang took a step and suddenly turned into a golden-winged roc.

He soared in the sky, his whole body was covered with golden light, like a god, terrifying, with a self-centered aura, looking down on all directions.

At the moment, he was flying in the void of the small world of the treasure house, and his figure was all over the ground.

And his actions also caused Chen Kui's delicate face to gradually distort.

After all, ordinary Tianjiao coming to the Changkong Treasure House can only get an opportunity at most.

Even if you are the First Martial King, a Dao Seed, it is the same.

But Fang Yang is the destiny of the Xuanyu!

The privilege of destiny is to break the rules.

Even if Fang Yang takes all the treasures, others can't say anything.

But the more Chen Kui looked, the more distressed she felt.

It was because she had only taken one sixth-level holy material from the Changkong Treasury in all these years.

Compared with Fang Yang, her heart was like being entangled by a poisonous snake, secretly aching.

"Huh~"

Chen Kui took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She could calm down without looking.

The Falling Mountain Saint beside her also looked at Fang Yang with envy.

"One, two, three, four, every holy material is in his hands." The Falling Mountain Saint sighed.

These words, like a sharp sword, pierced Chen Kui's heart, causing Chen Kui to become more and more restless.

Because to some extent, she and Fang Yang had some grievances.

In those days, her sister Chen Ying and Fang Yang agreed to give Fang Yang the essence of the Fire Eagle on the day of the Awakening Ceremony to help Fang Yang have the opportunity to awaken the 'Fire Eagle' spirit body.

But on the eve of the Awakening Ceremony, she suddenly appeared and stopped her sister's actions.

The root of it is that she looked down on Fang Yang and didn't think that Fang Yang, an orphan with a poor family name, had a chance to turn over.

She thought that if her sister continued to get entangled with Fang Yang, she would only lose her reputation and waste her time.

Fang Yang, not worthy of trust!

But after that, Fang Yang rose rapidly and was favored by Sen Hui and other people with the surname Sen, like the rising sun, and the trend was unstoppable.

Now, Fang Yang has become the destiny of the Xuanyu and a young venerable, an existence that she and even the Chen family could not reach.

At a certain moment in the dead of night, she also thought that if she hadn't stopped her sister, would her sister be together with Fang Yang and have a good marriage?

"Dong! - Dong! - Dong! -"

Nine huge bells rang in succession, completely pulling Chen Kui's thoughts back.

She opened her eyes and looked at Fang Yang from a distance.

The next moment, her eyes suddenly opened and her mouth opened slightly.

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Fang Yang stood with his hands behind his back, his robes slightly moving, and he sacrificed the Yimu Holy Spear.

With a bang, thunder roared in the sky, the sea of ​​clouds surged, and there was a lion howling at the moon.

In an instant, the sea of ​​thunder was bright, and this small world was blew with strong winds, flying sand and rocks, lightning intertwined, and various thunder beasts appeared.

The Yimu Holy Spear trembled slightly, the void trembled slightly, and the majestic purple-blue lightning suddenly rose, surging from all directions like waves, rushing in.

Fang Yang's face was still calm, and his whole body exuded a strange divine light, with a terrifying aura, high above.

Under the gaze of everyone, the Yimu Holy Spear turned into a huge green thunder tree, rooted in the sea of ​​thunder, madly absorbing thunder and lightning, and its aura was growing bit by bit.

Plants grow into seedlings, seedlings grow into trees, and trees need to bloom and bear fruit...

A long time ago, Fang Yang knew that if he wanted Yi Mu Holy Spear to climb back to the sequence of the seventh-level holy weapon, then he had to make the Qinglei Fu Tree in Yi Mu Holy Spear bloom and bear fruit!

Now, Yi Mu Holy Spear has been blessed, and the Qinglei Fu Tree it has transformed into is really blooming and bearing fruit.

"A holy weapon of thunder, a holy weapon of thunder ranked seventh." Chen Kui's eyes were dull, staring at the figure in the sea of ​​thunder that looked like a banished immortal.

She is already a sixth-level primary saint, so she naturally knows how rare holy weapons are.

The only holy weapon!

A holy weapon is like the second life of a saint, enough to make Taoist partners become enemies and fathers and sons kill each other.

At this moment, under her gaze, Fang Yang actually made the holy weapon in his hand reach the seventh level from the sixth level. What a terrible method is this?

"Yi Mu Holy Spear?!" The face of the Luoshan Saint on the other side suddenly changed, and his body trembled wildly.

The Saint of Falling Mountain was not in awe, she was excited.

Because the original owner of the Yimu Holy Spear was Yimu God General.

And Yimu God General was named Lin Muting, the deceased ancestor of the Lin family!

At the beginning, Yimu God General held the Yimu Holy Spear and killed three demon saints of the same realm in succession before he died.

But because of the fierce battle, the rank of Yimu Holy Spear gradually fell, and it had to be placed in the Changkong Treasure House for warming, waiting for the destined person to restart it.

"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it." The Saint of Falling Mountain's eyes flashed, and thoughts fell like rain in her mind.

If possible, she wanted to take back the Yimu Holy Spear and continue to place it in the Lin family lineage as a foundation.

But she also knew that Fang Yang had spent a lot of effort to repair the Yimu Holy Spear to the current level, and she would never take it back without any words.

"I got it." Her eyes were determined.

She knew that there was a hidden contradiction between her own "proud daughter of heaven" Lin Shenghuang and Fang Yang.

But she still planned to let Lin Shenghuang befriend Fang Yang and build friendship.

If necessary, she could let Lin Shenghuang marry Fang Yang.

When Fang Yang becomes a venerable or goes to the fairyland, then she can take the Yimu Holy Spear back.

"But the problem is whether Fang Yang thinks highly of Shenghuang." She frowned slightly, feeling a little tricky.

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At the same time.

Fang Yang, who witnessed the transformation of Yimu Holy Spear, had some enlightenment.

With the help of the mark of destiny, he almost reached a state of enlightenment.

Suddenly, the Great Sage Yu Lei appeared and supported him.

And he still ignored the external objects, just staring at the Qinglei Fu Tree transformed by Yimu Holy Spear.

"Thunder is destruction, but also rebirth."

"The power of thunder is magnificent in the sky."

"..."

Fang Yang's robe shook slightly, and the thunder light under the robe was vast and surging.

In an instant, endless balls of light burst out in the sky, smashing into the sky like a mountain torrent, and then exploded with a rumbling sound.

Under his robe, first a huge purple Suanni appeared, carrying a majestic thunder and lightning, suppressing one side.

Then, another silver moon jumped out, flew into the sky, high above, spreading all living things. Every ray of moonlight was the five elements of divine thunder condensed to the extreme, terrifying and awe-inspiring.

Suanni, silver moon, rainstorm...

Around Fang Yang, all kinds of thunder and lightning phenomena emerged, overwhelming.

Gradually, Fang Yang emitted a strange wave, which resonated with this small world and cheered.

"Thunder and Lightning... Grandmaster?!" The face of the Thunder Saint changed slightly, staring at Fang Yang deeply.

"Yes, the Grandmaster of the Thunder School, Ayang is now the Grandmaster of the Thunder and Fire Schools." At some point, Hanwu Yazun came to the side of the Thunder Saint.

At this moment, both of them were a little shocked.

Just because they knew that in the dream battlefield, Fang Yang showed the attainments of the Grandmaster of the Fire School.

Now, Fang Yang has become the Grandmaster of the Thunder and Fire Schools.

In terms of his understanding of the Dao, he is far superior to ordinary great saints.

The 31-year-old grandmaster of the two schools is simply unprecedented, even the Canghai Emperor has never reached it.

With such talent and talent, he is worthy of being the ancestor of Kunpeng and the destiny of a domain.

"I'll go and deal with the aftermath first." The Great Saint Yu Lei raised his eyebrows.

Immediately, the Great Saint Yu Lei waved his sleeves lightly, and a bit of dreamy green light appeared, and he quickly came to the side of the Saint Luoshan and Chen Kui and other guarding saints.

With a buzzing sound, these guarding saints showed confusion in their eyes.

"..." The sub-Venerable Cambrian was speechless.

Because in his opinion, there was nothing to hide.

Fang Yang was already of such status and position, and whether he hid his trump card or not, he would be greatly concerned by the other venerable sects.

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The sky was dark and covered with dark clouds.

When the cold wind blew, there was a drizzle, falling into the pond, and ripples on the water surface.

At this moment, Lin Shenghuang stood in front of the pond, motionless.

Just now, she received a message from the ancestor Luoshan, asking her to find an opportunity to build a good relationship with Fang Yang.

"For the sake of Yimu Holy Spear and the prosperity of the Lin family, I have to please Fang Yang?" Lin Shenghuang's eyes were stunned.

Now she is already a sixth-level primary saint.

Even among the younger generation in Xuanyu, she is also well-known.

But if she wants to conquer Fang Yang's heart, she just thinks that the ancestor has hysteria and is dreaming!

What's more, her relationship with Fang Yang is not good.

At the beginning, she also wanted to stop Fang Yang and slow down Fang Yang's practice speed.

Although Fang Yang was protected by Sen Wei and Sen Hui, she failed to do so.

But she still silently looked for opportunities and was ready to attack at any time.

Until she saw Fang Yang soaring from afar, she cut off all thoughts.

As a result, now, the ancestor changed the topic and wanted to use her innocence to please Fang Yang.

Such a thing that was first based on the first and then flattered would happen to her? !

For a moment, Lin Shenghuang was so angry that her silver teeth chattered.

She was tall, her dress fluttered, her waist was very thin, and her legs were long and straight.

Just standing by the pond, she was very stunning and radiant.

At this moment, when she got angry, she had another amazing charm.

"Back then, I didn't even yield to Sen Yue, so I would yield to you, a little ghost? Humph."

Lin Shenghuang's face was cold, and she directly crushed the communication jade slip in her hand.

But her heart still inevitably felt heavy.

An invisible pressure, like a tide gathered by a huge amount of heavy water, pressed her a little breathless.

No matter how arrogant she was, Fang Yang's current status and identity were no longer something she could ignore.

Even though Fang Yang had never said anything.

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Meteor Cliff is one of the best places for many saints of the Imperial Thunder Academy to refine holy weapons.

And Ten Thousand Thunder Cliff is a place that is even better than Meteor Cliff.

Even the great saints mostly refine weapons here!

At this moment, Ten Thousand Thunder Cliff is completely occupied by Fang Yang and sealed off.

Yimu God Thunder Tribulation Cloud, Kuishui God Thunder Tribulation Cloud, Binghuo God Thunder Tribulation Cloud...

In addition to the Five Elements God Thunder, there are also Yin and Yang Heavenly Thunder, Blood Thunder of Killing Evil, etc., which are countless.

Each tribulation cloud contains the power beyond the sixth-level saint.

"In the mortal realm, refining holy weapons, this is the young venerable~" Outside the Ten Thousand Thunder Cliff, a saint lecturer sighed from the bottom of his heart.

These words immediately attracted the other saints who were watching to start talking.

"Back then, Sen Yue also came to Wanlei Luoya and refined several holy artifacts. I don't know if Fang Yang can do it again."

"You can't compare them like this. After all, Sen Yue had entered the realm of saints at that time."

"Haha, young venerable, you should do things that break the rules. You can be bolder..."

There were many voices, most of which compared Fang Yang and Sen Yue.

After all, to some extent, this can be regarded as a long-distance contest between Fang Yang and Sen Yue.

This is also normal. As the destiny to take over Sen Yue's position, it is impossible not to compare Fang Yang and Sen Yue.

"Sen Yue, Fang Yang..." In a white cloud, Shui Qing and Master Lan Wen looked at each other in silence.

Compared with other saint lecturers, they have enough understanding of Sen Yue and Fang Yang.

When Fang Yang first entered the Saint Academy, they believed that Fang Yang had a bright future.

But no matter how they imagined, they would never have expected that Fang Yang would replace Sen Yue, shoulder the "destiny" tripod, and become the new leader.

This is too exaggerated, who could have thought of it?

It can only be said that things in the world are unpredictable.

And now, it is another "separate duel" between Fang Yang and Sen Yue. They all hope that Fang Yang can be on par with them, or even win!

Because no matter what, facts are always better than eloquence.

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The inside of the Ten Thousand Thunder Cliff is closed.

In the sky today, pieces of calamity clouds are floating, bordering each other, thunder is rolling, and connected into a thunder pool.

And in the depths of the thunder pool, there are several vague figures, with a terrifying breath, extremely terrifying.

The Thunder Master on the side, isolated outside, silently stared at Fang Yang on the cliff.

At this moment, Fang Yang looked up and looked at the calamity clouds in the sky.

When the five elements of divine thunder such as Binghuo Shenlei connected and connected into one, his sleeves of the black Taoist robe moved lightly.

With a loud bang, the fiery red robe flew out, attracting the flying arcs of Binghuo God Thunder.

The arcs of God Thunder were like magma, extremely blazing, flowing in the void.

They kept hitting the flame robe, changing its appearance. In an instant, the fire runes rushed out like a sea of ​​tides, densely covering the sky.

"Boom!"

Fang Yang waved his sleeves, the fire tripod vibrated, and the whole body glowed.

Refining tools, refining pills, and refining talismans are all part of the path of the refining school.

Therefore, a long time ago, he was proficient in all methods in the path of refining.

At present, the method of refining tools he used was the natural law of heaven and earth.

Although the natural law of heaven and earth has higher requirements for the environment, it does not require tranquility or independence.

Being in nature is like a mother to a baby, which is to use the power of heaven and earth to help refine tools.

Heaven and earth are the best place to refine tools!

Now, under Fang Yang's manipulation, the flame robe rolled, bursting with brilliance, illuminating all directions.

The flame on the flame robe was brighter than thunder.

The flame robe rose, rushed up, and rushed into the Binghuo Shenlei Tribulation Cloud.

In the blink of an eye, the Binghuo Shenlei Tribulation Cloud was vast, with thunder and fire crisscrossing like clouds hanging from the sky, connecting from the sky to the surface of the earth, and red smoke billowing, covering a small world.

Between heaven and earth, there are five caves emerging, magma rolling, and divine fire flourishing.

In each cave, there is a flame god sitting, sweeping nine kinds of special fire.

Suzaku! Fire Dragon! Bifang! Huodou! Fire Kirin!

This is Xiao Sanxuan's natal magic, which is now activated by Fang Yang with the fire tripod and evolved with the help of the power of heaven and earth.

Suzaku flapped its wings, the fire dragon danced, Bifang cried, Huodou stepped, and the fire Kirin roared.

The five flame gods burned to their heart's content, their divine light surged, and their auspicious clouds were brilliant.

Between heaven and earth, the flames were blazing for a day, igniting the void.

As Fang Yang threw one material after another into the sky, the flame robe was visibly transformed at a rapid speed, and its aura became deeper and more terrifying, like a great evil being born, attracting attention.

"Is this... a flame robe?!" The Thunder Saint in the distance flashed a trace of surprise in his almond eyes.

Because if she guessed correctly, this sacred artifact should have been in Cang Qiuru's hands and then destroyed.

Cang Qiuru was the deceased wife of Cambrian Yazun and the biological mother of Sen Hui.

Could it be that this was Sen Hui's dowry?

But soon, she shook her head gently to reject it.

Even the Sen family did not have the method to refine the flame robe sacred artifact, let alone to serve as a dowry for Sen Hui. This should be Fang Yang's own opportunity!

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“Bang——”

In the depths of the calamity cloud, a roar suddenly sounded, causing the thunder to fall from the cliff and change again.

The Vermillion Bird broke its wings, the Fire Dragon cut off its tail, the Bifang cried sadly, the Huodou limped, and the Fire Kirin wailed.

The five flame gods were pressed down by an invisible force and gradually destroyed, and their forms and spirits disappeared.

Then, the Flame Robe began to become weak and showed signs of being destroyed.

Seeing this, Fang Yang flicked his finger and shot out a fiery red divine light.

The fiery red divine light expanded and revealed its true appearance.

This was a 36-grade fiery red lotus, covered with divine light.

At this moment, it slowly bloomed, condensing into a sea of ​​fire, and the Flame Robe gathered again.

“Boom——”

The Flame Robe’s reorganization seemed to have angered the calamity cloud.

In the depths of the calamity cloud, changes occurred again!

The next moment, thunder gathered in the sky, colorful and powerful.

The sky was filled with thunder and lightning pouring down like a waterfall, carrying the momentum of falling meteors, smashing down in a mighty manner.

There was even a dilapidated and decayed world of thunder and lightning emerging from it. Once it exploded, the consequences would be disastrous.

The calamity cloud was preventing the Flame Robe from being promoted to the rank of a holy weapon!

The flames were surging and the lightning was bright.

Fang Yang had a calm face, his black hair flying back, and he was still very calm.

"When a saint is born, there must be a catastrophe, and the same is true for a holy weapon. I just didn't expect that the catastrophe of this Flame Robe would come so quickly." The Great Sage Yu Lei narrowed his eyes and looked at Fang Yang from a distance.

She had to admit that Fang Yang's talent and talent were indeed much better than her of the same age.

Who was she?

She was a peerless genius who won the title of Yu Lei, and she had also dominated for a period of time.

It can be imagined how amazing Fang Yang was that she could make herself feel inferior.

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“Sacred weapon catastrophe?”

Even facing the catastrophe that could cause the flame robe to collapse, Fang Yang still stood with his hands behind his back, calm and composed.

His eyes gradually grew brighter, shot out, turned into an orange-yellow light mirror, flew into the air, and immediately shattered.

In an instant, the hazy orange-yellow light enveloped the world.

The thunder stopped, and the flames took shape.

He actually reproduced part of the effectiveness of the Cambrian sub-Zun and stabilized the world.

Such means surprised the Great Sage Yu Lei, who stared at him deeply.

Even the peerless magical power of the Cambrian sub-Zun could be used. Although it was less than one percent of the divine power, the rhyme of Tao was consistent and frightening.

“Bang——”

The next moment, the calamity cloud seemed to have consciousness, broke free from the restraints, and jumped furiously.

In the void, a vague bird figure suddenly appeared, accompanied by the cry of a head.

Lightning takes shape!

A ferocious bird with nine heads appeared, its body covering the sky and sun, and nine-colored thunder shrouded it.

And its cry was even more piercing, and every sound hurt the souls of those around it.

This is the nine-headed bird, also called the ghost bird, the ghost car.

It is regarded as an ominous bird, born from the resentment of all living beings,

It makes a living by absorbing the souls of all living beings. Wherever it passes, all people will lose their souls and no grass will grow.

In the ancient years, a nine-headed bird claimed to be a god, which attracted the Heaven-Devouring Demon Emperor to personally take action and directly seal this race.

Never thought that its divine form would be reappeared by the Tribulation Cloud.

"Kill." Fang Yang muttered softly.

The next moment, a bit of the Great Sun's Fire emerged, rapidly expanding to form a huge Golden Crow.

The sun is coming!

The golden crow of the great sun flutters its wings, and like an arrow off the string, it carries the blazing fire of the rising sun and rushes forward to kill.

Before the nine-headed bird showed its power, it was strangled in its cradle.

After the nine-headed bird, in the calamity cloud, the nine-tailed fox, the bronze fairy palace and other legendary objects emerged one after another.

But the result didn't change, they were all killed by Fang Yang.

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After three days and three nights, everything returned to calm.

But from the thunder falling on the cliff, a strange wave was transmitted.

This strange wave is still spreading, shaking outside, and is sensed by saints such as Master Lanwen and Shui Qingji.

In an instant, many saints changed their colors.

"It's impossible, it's only been three days and three nights."

"It's unbelievable. We are refining the holy weapon, but we are waiting silently. Ten years and hundreds of years are normal!"

"Yes, when did it become so easy to obtain the holy weapon?"

"Destiny is destiny, and it is indeed possible to do things that ordinary people cannot do."

"I remember that it probably took more than a month for Senyue to do it before."

"The time spent is nothing, it does not determine everything!"

"..."

The appearance of this strange wave was like a boulder thrown on a calm lake, causing waves and a huge roar.

To put it bluntly, from the side angle, Fang Yang has proven that he is better than Senyue.

His talent is immeasurable!

Because of him, among this group of saints, some turned red in the face while others remained silent.

All living beings are diverse.

"It's really a dream~" Shui Qing's face was in a trance.

Master Lan Wen smiled bitterly: "What do you mean? My reputation as a master of weapon refinement is not worth mentioning in front of him."

The saints who witnessed Fang Yang's growth were like this, but the saints who didn't know Fang Yang's growth trajectory were even more stunned.

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Thousands of thunders fell off the cliff, and the wind and waves were calm.

The violent thunder and boiling flames all dissipated and disappeared.

At this moment, the stone cliff is majestic, bare, with no grass growing on it, only mist lingering, twilight looming, and strange fluctuations spreading.

The one that emits strange fluctuations is the sacred flame robe.

"Refining a holy weapon seems not as difficult as what the book says..." Fang Yang lowered his eyes and stared at the flame robe.

In fact, he also knew that it was not that refining the holy weapon was easy, but that he was at a higher level.

Not to mention, in the Mysterious Realm, he still has the destiny mark to protect his body.

Even if he is risking his life like a madman and takes the initiative to run to various mysterious restricted areas, as long as he is in the mysterious realm, he can turn danger into good luck.

However, he is a member of the Golden Family, and there is no shortage of resources he needs.

Now, Fang Yang's eyes were looking at Yanpao.

[Holy Artifact·Flame Robe]

As Fang Yang's thoughts flowed, the fiery red robe changed rapidly.

It seemed to be formed by the condensation of a giant river of lava. On the surface of the robe, the magma was rippling, showing the scene of a volcano about to erupt.

Not only that, there are also divine rings formed by the condensed fire appearing around the robe, like fairy clothes and ribbons, fluttering as if relying on the wind to control the wind, like the robe of the God of Fire.

What is eye-catching is that there are five layers of Dao patterns in its robe, corresponding to the five flame gods such as Suzaku and Bifang.

"rise."

Fang Yang called softly.

The next moment, the flame robe was like a fire dragon, clinging to Fang Yang's body, filled with fiery red light, and even flame gods such as Suzaku appeared.

"The first natal magic - fire domain magic!"

Immediately, Fang Yang activated the fire cauldron, causing the fire domain to descend.

The heaven and earth roared, and all kinds of fire runes washed up and filled the sky with light.

Under the blessing of the flame robe, each of these illusory fire realms seemed to condense into reality, either raging flames or rolling lava, all becoming more and more terrifying.

Fang Yang closed his eyes and felt silently.

Thirty percent, the existence of the flame robe has at least increased the power of the fire domain method by 30%.

And if he uses the attainments of a great fire master to evolve, he will have to continue to improve!

If he were to be blocked by young saints such as Mu Riguanghuang and Hei Liwu again, he would be able to suppress them all with his fire technique alone!

…

After that, Fang Yang still stayed here.

After just resting for a long time, he continued to devote himself to the journey of refining the holy weapon.

Over the years, he experienced many dreams.

Among them, there are dreams of saints, dreams of great sages, and even more, dreams of the ‘Great Sun and Golden Crow’ becoming more victorious.

Therefore, in his hands, he actually has the refining method of sacred weapons such as [Fire Robe] and [Golden Crow Sacred Fan].

Now, he plans to use these training skills to prepare for the reappearance of the [Eastern Emperor Chaos Bell].

In the blink of an eye, three months passed.

Some of the sacred artifacts in his dreams were successfully reproduced, while others failed to be reproduced.

For example, he successfully reappeared the Golden Crow Sacred Fan.

The saints such as Master Lan Wen and Shui Qing outside were feeling the strange fluctuations one after another, and they all fell into numbness.

Even the Great Sage Yu Lei stared at Fang Yang with some doubt.

It was too exaggerated.

When will the holy artifacts emerge as easily as cabbage?

Moreover, the Great Sage Yu Lei could see that many of Fang Yang's failures were mostly because those holy artifacts had not been lost.

That is, because of the uniqueness of the holy artifacts, Fang Yang could not reproduce them.

In this comparison, there is no doubt that Fang Yang's talent in the Dao Refining School has definitely surpassed Sen Yue!

"Where is your limit?" The Great Sage Yu Lei's eyes flickered.

Just like the Cambrian sub-honor, she also believed that Fang Yang's future would definitely not stop at the Eight Realms.

Fang Yang, it is very likely that he will use his personal strength to forcibly create a fairyland passage!

...

Ten thousand thunders fell from the cliff, and there was a calm.

At this moment, Fang Yang closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, and adjusted his state.

He was preparing for the next work.

He was going to start to materialize the holy artifact [Eastern Emperor Chaos Bell].

Although he had two remnants of the Donghuang Chaos Bell in his hands, as long as he followed the steps, he should not make mistakes.

But he still took it very seriously and used the simulation space to practice it thousands of times.

Because the Donghuang Chaos Bell is the unique sacred artifact of the Great Sun Golden Crow lineage.

With it, the master of the Great Sun Golden Crow in this world can be the inheritor of the Dao and Dharma of many Great Sun Golden Crows in the past.

This is one of the main reasons why the Great Sun Golden Crow lineage was extremely prosperous in the past.

In other words, only the Great Sun Golden Crow with the Donghuang Chaos Bell can be considered a complete Great Sun Golden Crow.

"Clang!"

Fang Yang opened his eyes.

He stood up, his body bursting with golden light, and transformed into wisps of divine light.

In his body, the blood was roaring, the divine light was boiling, and all turned into a big bell. The whole body and even the soul were made up of "bell".

At this moment, his body was golden and dazzling, and his hands pushed, making the Tai Chi Cloud Hand posture.

With a humming sound, a golden Tai Chi diagram was born behind him, illuminating the four directions.

Indistinctly, he merged with the world and resonated with it. Amid the humming sound, golden mist fell from his body.

"Cry!"

A sound resounded through the world.

Like the sound of a bell, or a cry, it overlapped and spread beyond the small world.

In a flash, the golden Tai Chi diagram roared, and the Great Sun Golden Crow Dharma Image flapped its wings and flew out.

A golden wave swept across the sky, ravaging the world.

"What?!" The pupils of the Great Sage Yu Lei shrank, and he looked up suddenly.

She was not a great sage who only knew how to practice in seclusion.

She was well-versed in ancient and modern times, and was well-informed. She was also the dean of the Yu Lei Saint Academy.

If it weren't for this, she would not have been specially assigned by Changshengtian to serve as Fang Yang's first protector.

But the current scene still shocked her a little.

She vaguely understood why the last Great Sun Golden Crow almost became a venerable!

…

With a swish, the Sun Crow rushed to the sky, with runes all over its body, moving extremely fast.

And above the head of the Sun Crow, there was a vague bell floating up and down.

Now, with the help of the power of the Golden Crow, the bell rushed into the depths of the Thunder Pool, trying to seize all the fortune and turn the virtual into the real.

"Even without the Fusang Sacred Tree, I can reproduce the power of the East Emperor Chaos Bell." Fang Yang's eyes were firm, with a spirit of swallowing the world.

He let out a long roar, and the divine light in his body changed again, completely turning into a Tai Chi diagram, balancing yin and yang, and suppressing the calamity cloud.

(It broke out. Yesterday's was abnormal. Don't panic. Gugugugu...)