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

"it is good!"

As a result, Qin Yichen walked out again just a moment after arriving at the Dandao Pavilion.

Little did he know that just a moment ago, Bai Linglong was also planning to return to their respective cave houses for long-term discussions.

"Girl Linglong, do you really know how to do alchemy? How about that thief knife?"

Van Wanxing surrounded Bai Linglong, as if he was hugging his thighs, and he also hated Qin Yichen even more: "Linglong is unique in the world, she must be able to crush that thief's sea of consciousness, right?"

Bai Linglong still looks indifferent: "His spiritual attainments are not weak. Just now there are many people with mixed eyes, I can be sure that he has not done his best."

"Of course, me too."

"Not working hard?"

Van Van Star was stunned, and it seemed that Anbu did not focus on investigating the progress of the thief's alchemy.

"How many abilities does that thief knife hide?"

However, along the way, Bai Linglong seemed to be annoyed by questions, and sighed: "I said, you really don't know how to make alchemy at all? There is a golden celestial spirit, but you can't even display your spiritual power?"

Van Van Star was a little embarrassed. He tried it on the road just now, but the backlash of mental power was a bit painful, not right... it was more than a bit painful, it was like a thousand needles piercing his head, and the headache was splitting.

"Look, girl Linglong... there are still three months left, why don't you teach me so that I can teach the thief?"

"Ha ha."

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

"I"

Van Wanxing's face was depressed, and his dignified descendant of the Emperor of Heaven was always despised by Bai Linglong, which made him very unhappy.

"Could it be that I haven't been able to do anything for the past three months? I still want to avoid the thief?"

Bai Linglong stopped suddenly and stood still, rubbing her chin, her eyes glowing with spirits.

After a while, Bai Linglong looked up and suddenly smiled.

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

Although Bai Linglong's smile is full of confidence, Van Van Star always has a chill in the back of his spine when he is regarded as a white mouse...

"God Refining Tower!"

At the same time, Qin Yichen came to an ancient pagoda he had just seen. According to his more memory, this was the holy place for the disciples of the Pill Hall to temper the soul.

"Finally have a chance to temper the soul..."

Qin Yichen took a deep breath. In fact, Princess Wen Qing urged him so anxiously, and there is another very important reason, that is, there is no such sacred place in the world they live in.

The Emperor Que clan did not, and the alchemy of the Yanhuang World was slowly rejuvenated by the arrival of Qin Yichen, and there was no treasure place to experience the Immortal Dao Yuan Shen and the alchemy god.

According to Princess Wenqing, the Emperor Que clan originally had a mysterious realm for refining, which was created by the human beings who cultivated the gods when they were friendly with the human race.

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

In addition, the alchemist cannot be found, so the secret realm has also declined, and it cannot be used by Qin Yichen at all.

It can be said that the background of the Dique clan may be able to find treasures and magical medicines for Qin Yichen, but it can be said that it is as strong as the dique clan to create a mysterious realm for him.

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 a fist and must seize the opportunity! Walking into the tower of refining the gods, at the lowest entrance, there are also specially guarded Pill Hall disciples, and there is even an old man sitting cross-legged on a **** platform with his eyes closed. It is not difficult to see from the vast spiritual fluctuations. Is to guard this place to prevent accidental

Senior Dandian born.

The Dandian disciples are very friendly, and regardless of whether Qin Yichen is here for the first time, he still conscientiously explains the rules of refining the **** tower in detail.

"Look at the cultivation level of the younger brother? Is it to participate in the assessment three months later, to be promoted to the inner sect?"

"But Junior Brother should also be down-to-earth. Based on your cultivation, it is best not to go to the eighth floor."

Through this disciple's introduction, Qin Yichen learned of the god-refining tower here, which has 18 floors except for the first entrance at the bottom.

The eighteen-story tower for refining the gods, and the lower nine floors, correspond to the nine layers of Immortal Dao.

As for Shang Jiu Zhong, he was reminded by the disciple that only after the soul became a **** and a pill **** could one step into it, otherwise the spiritual coercion in it would be unbearable for ordinary disciples of the outer sect.

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

Qin Yichen whispered softly, but the disciple was stunned: "Junior Brother, what are you talking about?"

"Oh, nothing, thank you brother for telling me."

Qin Yichen smiled, and then he was about to climb the tower of refining gods.

And the disciple on duty is also very earnestly instructing behind him. After all, every time when the competition is assessed, many disciples enter the unbearable tower in order to step into the inner gate. At this time, they are the towers of refining gods. The accident-prone season...

Then Qin Yichen ran directly to the eighth floor.

The eighth layer, according to the rules of the tower of refining gods, is the power of spiritual power that the eighth-tier genius of immortality can withstand.

However, Qin Yichen stood on the eighth floor of the sacred tower and was silent for a moment. Then he saw his spiritual power surging, shattering the spiritual power that swept around.

"The eighth floor... is not enough!"

After all, the primordial spirit of this body is not comparable to Qin Yichen himself, but Qin Yichen's attainments have already been infinitely close to the gods!

Even if it hadn't been for the emperor Que Clan's business, a large amount of elixir was needed for the elixir of the emperor's army, and to teach the human alchemy, Qin Yichen would have broken through the alchemy.

Whether or not he can become an emperor, and the way to become an emperor may be very slim, but Qin Yichen has incomparable self-confidence to become a pill god!

Ever since, Qin Yichen climbed one more floor and reached the ninth floor.

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

"This body's soul is still a bit weak..."

Qin Yichen gritted his teeth secretly, the primordial spirit of the ordinary golden immortal, compared with his spiritual attainments, seemed to have become a drag.

However, the ninth level is still not Qin Yichen's target, because this body is not his, even if the Yuanshen realm is strictly tempered, after three months, he will say goodbye to the Dandian world.

Only the improvement of spiritual attainments is something he can take back.

"The tenth floor... is the place of experience to achieve the Pill God!"

Qin Yichen gritted his teeth and asked him to use the spirit of the Golden Immortal to try the spiritual power of the Pill God! Qin Yichen stepped forward, but what he didn't expect, but what he should have been, in the middle of the hanging corridor from the ninth floor to the tenth floor, there was an inner disciple sitting cross-legged, as if he was on duty.