The Demonic Sect Ancestor Can Time Travel

Chapter 466 Fire in the Backyard
"Is Poor Dao deluded by lard, or is it dripping? Why do you want to meddle in the muddy waters of the co-management universe? A good alchemist is wrong, and a good Baicao Mountain is not waiting. He has to go to this battlefield.

"It's nothing more than going to the battlefield. As a veteran, I am also a great cultivator who is at the peak of the God Transformation Realm and can enter the Void Return Realm with one kick. Although I haven't fought much in person as an alchemist, I have seen many people fight. But I have never seen such a frame, ah no, it is such a battlefield!
"It was a good fight at first, but the suppression of the rebels was called a forceful one, and that was called a sweeping all directions, and those traitors from small families were all local chickens and dogs, vulnerable to a single blow, but how can the situation change?
"The strange ability to create illusions on a large scale allows mortals to tear off the monk's half-body armor, and the red pill that can make the monks of the transformation of the gods resist the siege of four or five monks of the return to the void, what did those traitors do? To these things?"

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Co-managing the universe, the main plane, the Eastern Continent, in a ruined temple fifteen miles west of the Fengtian Fadi Altar, Shen Bufan and Shen Laodao, senior alchemists of the Baicao Mountain of the Eight Great Immortals Alliance, leaned on a painted red pillar missing the upper half, Looking up blankly at the gray-blue sky with no roof blocking it, he muttered to himself.

As a support staff, Shen Bufan and Old Daoist Shen, who followed the anti-rebel army on the battlefield for a while, looked very embarrassed at this time, and his Taoist robe was dimly illuminated. It was completely black with the explosion, and the hairdo didn't even exist anymore. At this time, the veteran's hairstyle was the same as that of the old Einstein.

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"Old Shen, what are you thinking, Old Shen?"

Listening to the call coming from his ear, feeling his shoulders being shaken, Shen Laodao, who was deeply shocked by the cruelty and change of the battlefield, slowly came back to his senses.

"Why Lao Ling? Are those traitors calling?!" Seeing that the person who "awakened" him was an acquaintance, Shen Bufan shivered first, and then asked in a slightly nervous tone.

"What are you thinking? Our position is only fifteen miles away from the Fengtian Fadi Altar. It is a proper rear area. How could those traitors come here so quickly?" Compared with Shen Bufan, who had more combat experience, eight Ling Cunshan, the master craftsman of Linlang Hall of the Great Immortal League, replied with a bit of a smile.

"That's good, that's good!" Shen Laodao, who was really frightened, said repeatedly after hearing the words.

The two of them didn't notice at all that their attitude towards the rebels had changed from their previous contempt to their current blind fear.

But this is nothing unusual, after the unreasonable consecutive defeats before, more than half of the people in the counter-rebel army are like them.

"Do you have a clue about how to crack the red pill?" Seeing that Shen Laodao gradually calmed down, Ling Cunshan, who was also in a state of light, sat down on a haystack not far from Shen Laodao on, and asked at the same time.

"It's not that easy. Those old seniors who crossed the fairy gate didn't believe it. You count on the old Taoist me who is still squatting in the realm of transforming gods? Aren't you funny?" Shen Bufan laughed at himself, pointing at Li There was a big black pit not far from him, and he continued: "Did you see that? That is the last trace of my No. spare alchemy furnace in the world. If you want, you can go there to remember it. I don't mind the old man! "

"Hey, so many alchemy furnaces have been blasted? Is it that difficult?" Ling Cunshan smacked his tongue looking at the deep pit whose bottom had been glazed.

"It's not difficult. I have thoroughly analyzed the ingredients of the pills, and I have five more reliable conjectures about the refining steps..." Shen Laodao twitched the corners of his mouth and said.

"where?!"

"But no matter how it is treated, it will explode when it enters the alchemy furnace, sooner or later, without exception!" Shen Laodao spread his hands and said.

From the sleeves that have mostly disappeared, and the forearm with a different kind of fair skin, it can be seen that the old man's work is far more difficult and dangerous than what he said.

"How are you doing? As a craftsman, have you also received the job of analyzing and imitating the bust armor?" Looking at Ling Cunshan who was still a little "shocked", Shen Bufan asked the old man.

"Have you heard the news of our success?" Ling Cunshan asked, looking away from Shen Bufan's newborn arm.

"No." Shen Bufan replied truthfully.

"That's it!" Spreading his hands imitating Shen Bufan's previous appearance, Ling Cunshan, a craftsman from Linlang Pavilion, one of the Eight Great Immortal Leagues, continued in a frustrated tone: "We dismantled its structure, After analyzing its material, it fell into a stalemate. There is neither a formation restriction nor a magic pattern circuit on it, and there is not even a mechanical circuit. It is produced on a large scale through the power of incense and fire..."

"The guess seems to make sense?! Why don't you continue to crack in this direction?" As a master of alchemy, Shen Bufan knew a little about refining equipment, so he interrupted and asked.

"Fart, it's not that there are no gods on our side. If we could find traces of incense power on those busts, we would have imitated them a long time ago. In fact? No, not at all, let alone incense power, just The obsession of the fighters who fought in them was not entangled at all, and it was so clean!" As if some kind of switch had been touched, Ling Cunshan, who was still stable just now, suddenly roared.

With red eyes and beard and hair, he really looked like a rebel monk who swallowed the red pill and leapfrogged to fight.

"Hey, then do you think we can win?" Shen Bufan asked a little dejectedly. The double defeat in the battlefield and the research field had already shaken his Dao heart a little.

"Win? It's a blessing to be able to withdraw from this co-management universe completely! Have you heard that? Those rebels began to block our communication with the Tiandu universe when they counterattacked. I know if the rumors are true, but I really can’t send out the talisman of communication!" Ling Cunshan, who had been suppressing his emotions, was obviously more pessimistic, as if he was afraid that Shen Bufan would not believe him, and he said it from the air. He took out a messenger talisman from his sleeve.

Write the content, select the target, inject mana, and raise your hand to play.

It was a very common set of operations, but the communication talisman that came out of his hand did not escape into the void as usual, but spun around Ling Cunshan's head.

"My Heart Demon Skynet here has also been disturbed, so I can't send messages, but I heard that there are still some signals on the inner network of the Heart Demon Skynet used by the disciples of the Six Demon Sect. The relationship is very close, but we disciples of Baicao Mountain can't get the permission to access the intranet, but this is good news, isn't it, after all, we are not the only ones on the battlefield, there are many real Six Demon Sects There are disciples!"

(End of this chapter)