Chapter 1159: Contend

Exhausted!

Standing in place, Meng Fan was also restrained on the spot at this moment, after all, it was because Bai Haonan missed the best opportunity for refining.

Otherwise, there will be one more dazzling two people in the field, and you must know that Meng Fan's movements were the fastest before, and they took the lead.

unfortunately…. Everything is if!

Many powerhouses in the crowd shook their heads for a while. One step wrong in this refining tool was that the entire plan had suffered the biggest impact. Although Meng Fantian was a monster, he was destined to not see the three powerful refining tools at the same time. What a pity the shooting scene!

After all, the three of Meng Fan thought that the refining tool suppressed everything and wanted to refine these eighth-order divine objects at the same time. This kind of grand occasion is rare in the Middle Ancient Region.

"Forget it, Lin Fan, he still has a chance for you, don't behave!"

Aside, Cao Xiu said lightly,

"I'm afraid it is not enough to refine the divine object in your hand. What's more, this is a refining tool. Using the sea of ​​knowledge, you have already spent a lot of mental energy before, even if your injury is enough to support, but your spirit The force can't hold it.

Rest assured, I can guarantee that you can stay in the Zimen if you want and become a disciple of the Zimen, then we can satisfy you with a request, and if you have other thoughts... Hey, I shouldn't need to talk about the truth about getting the moon near the water tower! "

The voice fell, and the expressions of everyone in the field immediately changed. Soon after, many people scolded Cao Xiu as an old fox.

The taste of the latter sentence is naturally that he wants to attract Meng Fan and become a disciple of the Zi Clan, and Cao Xiu still sacrificed his assassin, using Zi Xueqing as a bait, subconsciously telling Meng Fan, if he wants to pursue Zi Xueqing If you do, then you can stay in this purple door and give him a chance.

There is no doubt that Meng Fan, a young talented arrogant, was a powerhouse with such accomplishments in the refining process in his twenties, including Zimen, all begged and hoped that the latter would join them.

After all, their kind of eternal sect, only Zi Xueqing appeared in hundreds or even thousands of years, this is really rare.

Although Cao Xiu didn't want Meng Fan to have an accident, but with Zi Xueqing's attraction to stay in this purple gate, with the cultivation of a large resource like the purple gate, he could even reach a higher level in the future.

Hearing this, Meng Fan was silent for a moment, under countless gazes, but calmly said.

"Sorry, old sir, I still want.... Try again!"

When he said it, there was an uproar from the surrounding earthquakes. Unexpectedly, at this moment, Meng Fan still did not give up.

Countless people looked at each other. Cao Xiu said that there is no ingredient in the water. Now I am afraid that the materials used by Meng Fan to refine the eighth-order divine item are not enough.

"Little guy, you!"

Cao Xiu just wanted to speak, but Meng Fan arched his hand. With a movement of his palm, Bai Haonan fainted with a slap and said calmly.

"I have decided, old sir, this is my captive, please help me look out, don't grab it!"

Hearing Meng Fan's words, Cao Xiu and the more than a dozen elders of the Zimen suddenly twitched their mouths, and the whole area around the Forbidden City was shocked, and countless people couldn't utter a word.

This young master’s behavior is indeed a bit different, he played cards completely inconsistent with common sense, his eyes were swept at him, and he looked at his captives, they all clearly understood that no one would like to grab this captive. Don't give it for nothing.

A child of the imperial clan came as a prisoner, and I was afraid that no one would be willing to take this hot potato, and he would definitely cause countless troubles for himself.

Under the attention of everyone, the next moment Meng Fan's palm moved, his breath exploded, and a terrifying force of absorption was already spreading, and the thousand mother and son Qi Ding immediately returned to Meng Fan's hands.

Meng Fan discovered that the divine objects and so on contained in it had been broken as soon as the divine mind moved, and it was as powerful as it was impossible to protect himself in the previous refining vessel, and it was refined in this cauldron. The things are not affected.

Now it can be described as a mess. All the fusion gods were wasted halfway and turned into nothingness. Including the tens of thousands of mothers and sons, there were bursts of rupture on the cauldron, which was suppressed by power.

If it weren't for Meng Fan's swift reaction before, I'm afraid it's very likely that a fryer would happen, leaving him to pieces, leaving no trace!

His small face was gloomy, and Meng Fan couldn't help grinning when he saw it. These pieces contained a piece of a Tier 8 divine object and a lot of essence divine objects.

If it hadn't been for him to step into the Purple Gate's Eternal Medicine Garden before, he would not get all these ancient gods, and it would take several years!

One of them is a rare treasure. If it can be refined to produce an eighth-order divine object, it would be better to say, but now it is completely destroyed by Bai Haonan alone, and Meng Fan can't help but hate the tooth roots, but there is no way. !

Gently stroked his fingers on this tens of thousands of mothers and sons, Meng Fan groaned for a moment, exhaled heavily, and said calmly.

"Old friend, it's up to you!"

The tone is calm, but... Sonny and powerful, extremely decisive!

Suddenly, Meng Fan lifted the tens of thousands of mothers and sons, and his divine thought moved into it, and the tide of mental power exploded, and his complexion became paler and paler.

Before this, he had consumed a lot of money, but now he is supporting himself. The more his mental power works, the more it makes Meng Fan's face pale and consumes a lot of bones and blood.

With the palm of his hand turned over, Meng Fan took out a series of divine objects and quietly blended into this tens of thousands of mothers and sons qi cauldron, and used his own power to warm the tens of thousands of mothers and children qi cauldron.

Hum!

In an instant, Wan Mu Zi Qi Ding responded to Meng Fan, and there was a long cry of a **** soldier, shaking the surroundings, the light flickering, and one person and one weapon broke out the previous horror breath again.

Shot again!

Such a scene could not help but make countless people's eyes flicker and their emotions were different. Some people looked disdainful and thought Meng Fan was arrogant, while others were touched by their hearts.

After all, this is the refining of an eighth-order divine item. If Meng Fan had a 50% certainty before, then even if he is now against the sky, he is less than 10%.

Taking the risk of life and death with less than 10% certainty, this kind of behavior is naturally quite stupid in the eyes of everyone, and it can be called moths fighting fire!

However, ignoring the gazes of those around him, Meng Fan held the palm of his hand and his aura exploded, overdrawing his physical strength a little bit, standing in place as solid as a mountain.

With the warmth of the spiritual power, the cracks in the tens of thousands of mothers and sons were restored, and the flames burned, slowly beating between Meng Fan's, extremely flexible.

And all the divine objects that Meng Fan had collected before were taken out, turned into materials, and thrown into it. At this moment, Meng Fan no longer had any reservations, and all of his wealth fell into the eyes of everyone.

After all, he had previously extorted from the little flower old man, but one hundred and fifty divine artifacts. Originally, Meng Fan thought it could be used as a family foundation, but unfortunately on this day... It is completely lost!

The flames filled, the more refined, the greater the overdrawn Meng Fan's mental power, even if he had reached the holy realm soul, he felt overwhelmed.

However, Meng Fan gritted his teeth, sweat fell, and his mental energy was more ferocious.

For him, if it was just to compete with people today, then Meng Fan might not try again at all.

However, it is impossible for him to join the purple gate with the news involving the old madman. He must go through this route before he can ask the purple gate to meet its taboo elders to use taboo methods.

Old lunatic... It's my teacher!

These words are firmly engraved in Meng Fan's heart and will never forget them. At the same time, as Meng Fan made another move, the two Zi Xueqing on both sides of the altar had reached the point where they were completely wiped out, and countless eyes focused on the two of them.

Whether it was Cao Qiushui and Zi Xueqing at this moment, they were completely unaware of their breath, pointing directly at the cauldron.

In it, the flames rose and filled the sky, and the handprints of the two flew up, and their respective refining of the gods reached the most critical moment. Under the fusion of countless seals, the two cauldrons between the void finally flickered. Among them, the mist swallowed and two peculiar forces broke out unstoppably.

"Jiuxiao Ziyinqin, with Zizhu as the bone, 38 kinds of fetishes as supplements, eighth-order fetish embryos, success!"

Three thousand green silks are flying, and at this moment, the sweat wets Zi Xueqing’s clothes, making her enchanting figure more vivid, and her palms dance in the void, and she speaks mantra, and there is a huge message from the cauldron. The roar.

Hum!

It was just a sound that stunned the sky, and at this moment the cauldron flickered, and you could see the purple light in it at a glance, causing the sky to change, and countless thunderbolts fell on it, but this nine-seven purple-tone piano did not move, resisting the sky. Everything between.

On the side, Cao Qiushui also roared, flipping his palm, and causing changes in the sky in his golden cauldron. He roared.

"The Book of Ten Thousand Golds and Eight Diagrams, with fire gold as the bone, forty-two kinds of gods as supplements, raging attributes, eighth-level gods embryos, success!"

The last word fell, and at the same time, a peculiar golden book page fell in Cao Qiushui's hands. The runes were drawn on it, densely packed, I don't know what it was written on.

But it gives people an incomparable vicissitudes of life and a strong aura. They are the embryos of the two eighth-order gods, and they are extremely sacred among the infinite thunder!

Really... It succeeded!

This scene can be described as boiling the whole field, raising the mood of everyone to the highest point, and countless eyes are concentrated here, blinking at a glance.

This is a public refining tool, step by step, how difficult it is between them, but both Zi Xueqing and Cao Qiushui have withstood the pressure and refined this eighth-order fetish embryo.

Once it reaches the eighth-order divine object, it involves too much, and it is not something that can be successfully refined overnight. It requires a lot of warmth and countless years of means to bless it before it can make this divine object reach the most powerful point.

Although the two refining are only embryos, they are already successful now, so they can be said to be the real Tier 8 gods. As long as they are warmed up in the future, the longer the time, the more terrifying these two gods will become, and their power will continue to increase!

The heroes are shocked, like boiling water!

Under this situation, Zi Xueqing and Cao Qiushui looked at Meng Fan who was refining the tool at the same time, with expressionless faces. At this moment, they both held the gods and said at the same time.

"Lin Fan... Don't you still admit failure?"

The words are powerful and spread all over the world, and countless people on the shocking altar are suffering from eardrum pain. At this moment, it is obvious that the two great arrogances are at the same time, targeting Meng Fan!

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