Chapter 2136: Refining Saint Tianchi

Mingtu has nine secluded places, one secluded and one heavy. The depth of nine secluded areas is the bottom of the immortal world, where the great burial forbidden place is located.
Together with its nine secluded passages, there are nine giant gates.
As one of the three emperors, the great emperor of Jiuyou family has supernatural powers.
Nine You Luotian Gate!
Qin Xuan exhausted his longevity immortal essence, and entrusted the great emperor's magical powers, the Nine Nether Luotian Gate, and immediately, the nine-fold Luotian Gate represented nine different meanings of the netherworld, sweeping towards the Spring Underworld Heaven Gate.
boom!
In an instant, the Quan Mingluo Tianmen, like a small witch saw a big witch, fell apart in an instant.
Among them, in the incredible roar of Holy Child Quan Ming, he was forcibly suppressed by the Nine Nether Luo Tianmen.
On this mountain range, nine giant gates stand horizontally, and a crack has spread from here to the mountain range.
Qin Xuan probed his hand, received the Spiritless Sacred Sword, and looked at the blood-stained Son of Quan Ming under the Nine Nether Luotian Gate.
"Ant, do you think it's only you, you can use this to be dead!?"
"Ignorance!"
The Holy Son of Quan Ming moved the Holy Soldier, and the Quan Gate of Jiuqu Town wanted to kill Qin Xuan. Unfortunately, Qin Xuan's sword was faster.
He looked at the head of the son of Quan Ming, with a sword cut down.
puff!
The broken head was like a rock, rolled to the ground, and finally fell into the huge crack.
Qin Xuan stared at the headless corpse coldly, and stood up with his sword. He turned his palm to the spring gate of Jiuqu Town and the immortal treasure of the Quan Ming Shengzi's storage.
With the dispersion of the nine-fold giant gate, Qin Xuan stepped forward.
Invincible in the fourth realm of Hunyuan, the son of Quanming Saint.
dead!
...
The corpse of a saint with the size of hundreds of feet emerged. This is the corpse of a saint of an alien from the immortal world, the Nanbanling clan, buried here.
This clan has now disappeared in the current world. It was born at the beginning of this era, but it was finally submerged in the years of the Southern Territory.
Even from the beginning of this era to the present, it has been more than 36 billion years, and there are too many races, annihilated in the era of darkness and turmoil.
A hundred miles away, Qin Xuan looked at the huge sacred corpse in the distance and slowly turned his head.
He walked to a mountain top, Xianli moved slightly, cutting the stone like a chair, and sat quietly on it.
Around his waist, Bianqin spit out a scroll. This scroll was not like something from this era. It seemed to be made of the skin of a saintly creature, and it was slightly rough to the touch.
"This is the method of holy refining!?"
Qin Xuan looked at the scroll, reflecting this method in his indifferent pupils.
This is a kind of immortal technique, or it can be said to be a kind of forbidden technique. It is to refine the saint corpse, extract the remaining saint yuan, and turn it into a pool of water, which can temper the body and even use it for cultivation.
Moreover, in this method, seventeen saint corpses can be used to refine a side of the sacred pool.
Qin Xuan seemed to understand why the Holy Son Quanming came to this Falling Saint Nine Layers Mountain, and he wanted to use the holy corpse in this place to practice this method and help him become a holy.
Qin Xuan's palm shook, and the scroll was annihilated in his palm.
"It reminds me that although Yuanli is difficult to train, there are many sacred corpses here!"
"There are still others that have not been eroded by grievances and become wicked!"
Qin Xuan muttered to himself, "Unfortunately, this method is too clumsy and far inferior to all my methods."
He pondered slightly. In his previous life, he had also obtained this kind of similar method in a forbidden area, called Lianshengtianchi.
Although it looks like Haozheng, it is actually the corpse of the saint, with great disrespect, to refine the corpse of the saint to extract the remaining sacred affinities, and the sacred yuan, to form a pool of death energy, which can be used to make breakthroughs, greatly increase cultivation, and even this Sanctified.
Qin Xuan's eyes were indifferent, "Before I change it, I definitely won't use it!"
"It's still good to lose the seven souls! These saints, nothing more, are my stones at Qin Changqing's feet. As for the rest... after I find the seven souls, I will make up for it myself!"
His heart is like a mirror, and he entrusts the trouble to himself after recovering the seven souls.
As for now, he thinks that cultivation is the most important thing, so-called saints, in his eyes, how respectful is there, everything in the world, in his eyes now, is no more than a stone under his feet, carrying him into the way forward.
Before the Holy Soul Burial Lotus was refined, Qin Xuan had already moved. He stepped into the Jiuzhong Mountain of Fallen Saint before, and he felt some corpses scattered throughout the nine-fold mountains, some of which had not yet become spirits and were not dead. Erosion happens to be available to him.
On the top of a mountain, Qin Xuan smashed a corpse creature comparable to the fourth realm of Hunyuan.
Qin Xuan disassembled his body and took one of the sacred bones.
Qin Xuan continued to move forward, stepping, he was on a mountain peak again, looking at a saint corpse.
The power of the saint is like a mountain, faintly like a heaven and earth.
Qin Xuan looked at the corpse of this sage with wings on his back, and said lightly: "Falled Winged Clan, there is no more in this world. If it is the stone at Qin Changqing's feet, it can help me. Destruction is much stronger."
Qin Xuan looked at this holy corpse, the holy sword appeared in his hand, and suddenly, the holy sword suppressed the power of the holy corpse. Qin Xuan directly condensed the holy corpse into a palm size and hung it on his waist.
Qin Xuan walked alone in this Fallen Saint Nine Layers Mountain, he used the Saint Soldiers to counter the Saint Power and suppressed the bones of the Saints.
Until, his waist was almost covered with holy corpses and some scattered holy bones.
"I can barely make up 21 pieces, and there are 79 pieces left, before I can move the holy heavenly lake!"
Qin Xuan's eyes were indifferent, and he began to search for bones in the Nineth Layer of Fallen Saint.
Refining the Saint Tianchi and even an ancient forbidden method, but its requirements are also extremely harsh.
At least a hundred sage bones are needed to make a Heavenly Lake.
Qin Xuan didn’t remember how many saint’s bones there were in this Nineth Falling Saint Mountain. In his previous life, the Seven Forbidden Areas were not suppressed. His eyes were mostly in the Seven Forbidden Areas. The danger is huge, and he naturally won't get involved too much.
"Finally, stay here for a while!"
"The Hundred Sage's bone-forming meditation pond, coupled with the method of refining the emperor, should be able to refine a kind of sacred path!
Qin Xuan looked at the gloomy Fallen Saint Nine Layers Mountain, and the five elements profound wing behind him shook, and he went to the places he had never touched.
Falling Saint Jiuzhong Mountain is huge, and if you want to travel here, you have to avoid some holy, semi-holy existence, I am afraid it will take time.
Fortunately, Qin Xuan has fifty-six years of his life at the moment, so he is not too eager to extend his life.
In the Southern Territory, there is still a holy medicine that can extend his life for another 30 years.
As time passed, in the Southern Territory, like waves surging, Qin Xuan spent more than nine years abruptly looking for more than nine years in this dark sky, mountains like rings, and nine-layered dangerous land.
Over the past nine years, Qin Xuan has almost traveled all over the Jiuzhong Mountain of Fallen Saint.
He probably also knew how many saints were buried here in this Falling Saint Nine Layers Mountain. According to the saint bones he perceives, the saint bones collected on his waist, plus those saint corpses that have been turned into saints.
Qin Xuan's waist was almost covered with sacred bones, quietly looking at the dark and sunless Nineth Layer of Fallen Saint.
"In this era of turmoil, more than 300 saints have fallen in just this southern region?"
"Worthy of the four words of darkness and chaos!"
Qin Xuan's eyes were indifferent. He had never experienced the darkness and turmoil, but he had gone through great calamities. Even if it was the great calamity of the previous life, the sages of the Southern Territory and the ancient times, there were no more than two hundred sages in total, and it was not as good as this Falling Saint Ninefold Mountain.
Xu Wushang once said that the last era was more than ten times stronger than it is now. She gathered the heavens at first, but gathered a small part. So far, the accumulation of the long years, the power of the heavens is hard to compare with the previous era!
Qin Xuan dismissed these distracting thoughts, he walked to a mountain, cut the mountain level, and opened a square pond the size of ten meters.
"Open refining Tianchi!"
"I don't know what kind of sacred element is that refining the fusion!"