One Thousand Two Hundred Seventy-Two. Controlling the Alchemy Palace

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Everyone was startled when they heard the words of the palace spirit.

Up to Yue Zhenbei, Zhang Buxu, down to Nie Jingshen, Yu Ye, and even Ying Huo Ji, all had expressions of shock on their faces.

Even Chen Ganhua, who had no interest in most things in the world, looked over with interest.

His Yuan Tianshu has a panoramic view of most of the past events.

But because of his current cultivation level, there are still limitations.

For Chen Ganhua, there were also many secrets about the Tianting Shrine in the past, which made him quite interested.

But among all the people, the one who was shaken the most was undoubtedly Yan Zhaoge!

Hearing Tiansu's words, Yan Zhaoge's pupils suddenly shrank.

When the Great Destruction came in the past, the Heavenly Court Shrine was the first to be destroyed. At that time, as the Library Pavilion, he was also robbed because of this. This has always been one of the things that Yan Zhaoge is most concerned about.

At that time, his mind was immersed in the ocean of various martial arts skills. When he came back to his senses, the scene that filled his vision was the palm that seemed to overturn the entire world.

With one palm, the Great Destruction seemed to follow.

The world has changed since then.

Although the incident happened so suddenly that it was too late for him to come back to his senses, Yan Zhaoge had thought about the incident that he could clearly remember when it happened and thought about it many times over the years.

The palm that marked the beginning of the shattering of the universe, and the palm that fell on the Heavenly Court Shrine, there is a ninety percent chance that it originated from the handwriting of a powerful Buddhist.

Yan Zhaoge is confident that he will not remember wrongly.

This seems to be different from what Dan Dian Dian Ling said now.

But Yan Zhaoge felt that Dianling Tiansu didn't intend to instigate, fabricate and distort the facts at this moment.

It was more like he blurted out in a moment of despair and anger.

In other words, he didn't want to see Yan Zhaoge proud.

Before the Great Destruction, although the temple spirits did not have independent intelligence,

However, the things that have happened and experienced in the inside and outside of oneself will leave traces similar to memories.

Now that the temple spirit has possessed independent spiritual intelligence, no matter whether he is conscious or unaware, these traces have all turned into his memory.

The memories of both parties are true, but they seem to be contradictory. It is not necessarily that one party is wrong. It is more likely that there is some kind of dislocation and deviation in the memory cognition of both parties, or that they are both blind and only exposed to the facts. Part of it.

"You don't have to fabricate facts and stories to belittle us and elevate yourself." Yan Zhaoge pretended to be indifferent, provoking the palace spirit Tiansu: "You are only born with wisdom, you just imitate us everywhere, but you learn from us. It's nondescript, saying this kind of thing will only increase the laughingstock."

"In our eyes, you are just a joke about wearing a monkey's crown, um, by the way, do you know what it means to bathe in a monkey's crown?"

The palace spirit has lost its true form, and the voice seems to be coming from all directions in the universe in the palace, but it is actually confined to the large formation arranged by Yan Zhaoge's five people.

He laughed back angrily: "I don't know what happened in Wu Tian Su Palace."

Hearing this, Yan Zhaoge was thoughtful, and thought to himself: "It's no wonder that I, who is in the Library Pavilion, don't know about it..."

In an instant, many thoughts flashed through his mind, and he vaguely felt that many things, like a broken bead chain, now seemed to have a thread that could connect them.

However, in front of so many people, it was a bit difficult to extract more information from the palace spirit Tiansu.

Yan Zhaoge's gaze became calm, and he concentrated on the matter in front of him.

With Yue Zhenbei blocking Zhang Buxu, and Long Xueji making it difficult for Chen Qianhua to take a step beyond, Yan Zhaoge and the others were completely relieved and could concentrate on dealing with the palace spirit Tiansu.

Tiansu was furious: "I will never let you get my palace!"

The whole alchemy hall seemed to be shaking at this moment.

But the smoke was blocked by the large formation, so it was difficult to make further progress.

Yan Zhaoge's two-handed technique changed continuously, making out one after another talisman seals, falling into the smoke.

Next to Yan Di, Nie Jingshen, Yu Ye, and Ying Huoji, the four people also imitated Yan Zhaoge's appearance, according to the method he told him earlier, they also changed their handprints, and played a series of formulas to blend into the smoke.

As the smoke unwinds, it gradually begins to change from cloud smoke to flashing streamer.

In the streamer, a piece of complicated scriptures gradually appeared.

In the entire formation, the clouds are steaming and the clouds are glowing, like a fairyland.

As the power of the great formation continued to operate and gradually reached its peak, the scriptures in the streamer became clearer and clearer.

And Dianling Tiansu's voice sounded again.

"That being the case, let's go home together."

This time when he spoke, his voice no longer contained anger and unwillingness, but it was colder than ever before, and the decisiveness in it was chilling, and the soul seemed to be frozen along with it.

The scriptures in the streamer began to shake, as if a page of silk script was about to be torn.

The huge inner universe began to shake from the core Zixian Pavilion, as if it was about to collapse from the inside out.

Everyone's expressions became serious.

In this alchemy hall, if the alchemy hall completely collapses and destroys, except Huo Yaoyinghuo Suo Mingzhang and the other three or two who chatted with each other, everyone else will really be buried here.

Yan Zhaoge didn't change his expression, just shook his head.

The Xuanxiao Zijin Furnace appeared, Yanzhao Singer pressed down with his palm, and the huge treasure furnace was directly suppressed on the Liuguang scripture.

Then scriptures began to be engraved on the alchemy furnace.

Countless rays of light, centered on the alchemy furnace and the scriptures, flew in all directions, out of a large formation, spreading to the entire universe in the hall, and can be seen everywhere.

Affected by this, the void of the universe outside the formation became chaotic.

Even Yue Zhenbei, Zhang Buxu, Long Xueji, and Chen Ganhua, who were fighting against each other, couldn't stand firmly, lost in the void of the universe.

If you go to the outside of the main hall to look, you will see the entire black main hall. At this moment, the blackness gradually fades away, and it begins to return to its original appearance like white jade, with golden lights shining and purple air emerging!

The huge palace door opened abruptly, and streams of air gushed out from it.

Accompanied by these rushing air currents, there are one after another figures, chasing or fleeing, also flying out of it, and then disappearing in the real endless space outside the temple.

But in the main hall, in the chaotic inner universe, only the formation formed by Yan Zhaoge's five people remained stable.

In the formation, the voice of Tiansu, the palace spirit, was gradually going away, but unwilling, until it was completely cut off.

Yan Zhaoge took a deep breath, stepped out, and came to the Xuanxiao Zijin Stove, stretched both hands forward, one finger was on the center of his eyebrows, and the other hand was pressed on the precious stove.

The mysterious scriptures engraved on the treasure furnace flashed with brilliance, as if they had come to life, along Yan Zhaoge's palm, spread like flowing water, came to Yan Zhaoge's eyebrows, disappeared without a trace.

"Duh!" Yan Zhaoge yelled lightly, the five people were in a large formation, and the brilliance flashed.

But after the scene in front of everyone stabilized again, they took a closer look, and they were already in the Zixian Pavilion, the core hub of the Pill Palace!

Yan Di and the others looked at each other, and they all breathed a sigh of relief, knowing what this meant.

Yan Zhaoge has successfully initially controlled this hall!