The Chaos Yuanying sat firmly in Ye Cheng's dantian, exactly the same as his current state, like a reduced version of Ye Cheng.

At the same time, on Ye Cheng's body surface, there was a faint gray mist that resisted the five-colored thunder tribulation and could not touch him at all.

Ye Cheng lowered his head slightly, looked at the Chaos Mother Stone, as if he was thinking about something.

‘The Chaos Mother Stone was born at the beginning of the universe. The chaotic energy can transform all things in the world! If it is taken as a sharp weapon for attack, such as a knife, sword, halberd, spear, and spear, it can kill everything in the world. If it is taken as a tripod, bell, tower, and seal, it can suppress all worlds of the universe!’

‘But chaos is invisible and nothing, just a ball of turbid air that cannot be cut off, burned, melted, swallowed, and swallowed. How difficult it is to refine it? It is not as weak as refining an imperial weapon!’

"Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!"

Ye Cheng lowered his head, sometimes sighed to the sky, sometimes looked out of his face, sometimes frowned, as if he was thinking about something extremely difficult to decide.

After a while, his face became quiet, as if he had made up his mind. He raised his hand to put away the Chaos Mother Stone and slapped it with one hand, allowing it to release a chaotic aura.

"If you don't try it, how can you know if you can succeed? Even if you fail, it will not have much impact. But once you succeed, the benefits are unimaginable!"

"when!"

The sword of the Infant Sword was summoned by Ye Cheng. Without saying a word, he held the Infant Sword in his hand, and his other hand was detained as a chaotic aura. Taking advantage of the five-colored thunder tribulation, Ye Cheng was preparing to temper the Infant Sword!

If you can use the Chaos Qi to temper the Infant Sword, as long as you can succeed, the benefits will be unimaginable.

A five-colored thunder tribulation fell, and Ye Cheng threw the sword of the infant and the chaotic aura into it at the same time.

"Boom!"

The five-colored lightning fell on the sword of the Infant Sword, causing it to crack on the spot, and cracks about an inch wide appeared on it. If it weren't for a mysterious force pulling it, the sword of the Infant Sword would have completely collapsed.

"Ah, master, I feel so painful, I'm about to be torn apart!"

Sakura screamed in pain, her voice filled with horror.

She is just a sword spirit, and the infant sword is its original body. If the infant sword is destroyed, the sword spirit will not last forever.

"Just bear it! I want to use the chaotic energy to re-forge you. If you succeed, it will be of great benefit to you!"

Ye Cheng said calmly, his tone was almost ruthless.

Although doing this, using five-colored thunder and lightning to temper the Infant Sword, taking a very big risk, even the sword spirit of the Infant Sword may collapse at any time, Ye Cheng believes that all this is worth it.

Once the infant-slaying sword is successfully forged by the Chaos Qi, it can be comparable to a holy soldier, or even far superior to a holy soldier, and will become the prototype of an imperial soldier!

Just now, when Ye Cheng used the chaotic energy to shape the Nascent Soul, Ye Cheng had such imagination.

When Chaos Ye Cheng transformed into a illusion, he also transformed into the "Immortal-killing Sword", "Jiuzhou Cauldron", "Yanhuang Tower", etc., which all gave Ye Cheng inspiration. Since Chaos Ye Cheng could use Chaos Qi to shape weapons, there was no reason he could not do it.

In the entire fairy world, no Heavenly Emperor has ever created imperial weapons with Chaos Mother Stone, and Ye Cheng is the first one!

"when!"

The sword of the sword slammed and exploded, turning into countless black and green fragments. You can vaguely see a little girl of three or four years old, rolling there in pain like a porcelain doll. Her snow-white body was full of cracks, as if it would explode at any time.

"Ah! Master, I can't stand it anymore!"

Sakura kept screaming.

Ye Cheng's face was calm and continued to drive the chaotic aura. He was forging. He tried to merge and reorganize the fragments of the Infant Sword, but every time he was about to recover, he failed. The chaotic aura was repelling the Infant Sword.

Ye Cheng frowned slightly. He thought for a moment, raised his hand gently, and a trace of the original power of the Heavenly Emperor surged out of his fingertips, which penetrated into the chaotic aura and was guiding.

"Boom!"

Five-colored lightning fell and kept hitting the fragments of the infant sword. Sword spirit Sakura was already dying and became more and more illusory, as if it would dissipate at any time.

"Master, I'm almost out of reach..."

Sakura said softly, her eyes dissipated, her hands and feet had disappeared, and only her body was left.

But the situation has improved. All the fragments of the infant-slaying sword flew back and were slowly fusing. Although they have not yet taken shape, they are at least no longer repelled and have already had a rough prototype...

...

When the five-colored thunder tribulation fell, everyone in the Xianzhen Pavilion retreated. They watched the battle outside and did not dare to step beyond the line.

Now that he saw Ye Cheng refining magic weapons with the power of the thunder tribulation, he all stared at him with his eyes wide open as if he had been petrified.

"He is going to go against the will of heaven! The five-colored thunder tribulation is so terrifying. Most of the buildings of the entire Xianzhen Pavilion, and even the several sacred mountains in the central area, turned into powder under the five-colored thunder tribulation. The Chinese people actually used the five-colored thunder tribulation to refine a flying sword?"

"It's so terrifying. Even the Great Yitianzun of the Chinese clan back then did not have such strength, right?"

I have never heard of anyone who has such courage when he overcomes the thunder tribulation, he still does not do his best, and uses the power of the thunder tribulation to refine magic weapons!

At the same time, more than a dozen semi-saints had already arrived outside the Xianzhen Pavilion. They came in the void and were extremely fast. When they saw Ye Cheng sitting firmly in the center of the five-colored thunder tribulation, they were refining magic weapons, and they all changed color.

"Is this the Chinese youth?"

A half-saint spoke, and he was wearing a mysterious dress and whispered, carrying an ancient sword, his eyes full of cold light.

Everyone looked at it and was slightly shocked. This was a semi-saint of the Zhao clan named Zhao Jianchen. He had a master of swordsmanship and had mastered his skills. He had climbed up to the sky and cut off a meteorite of several kilometers at a height of tens of thousands of meters!

Zhao Jianchen is very terrifyingly big. He is the same generation as the ancient saint of the Zhao clan. He has been stuck in the semi-saint realm for 5,178 years and has never taken that step. Within the Zhao clan, this semi-saint's status is much higher than that of the clan leader.

"Zhao Jianchen, what are you going to do?"

The owner of the branch pavilion of Xianzhen Pavilion frowned, with a hint of warning in his tone.

Zhao Jianchen glanced at the master of the branch pavilion of Xianzhen Pavilion, and said with a slight smile: "Master Jin Pavilion, this son killed my heir to Zhao clan, and he will never die with my Zhao clan. Xianzhen Pavilion is not in dispute with the world. Could it be that Master Jin Pavilion, you want to keep this son?"

The Holy Power of the Golden Pavilion was filled with his hands and said with his hands behind his back: "This person is a guest of my Xianzhen Pavilion. Since he is still in Xianzhen Pavilion, he will be protected by Xianzhen Pavilion! If he leaves Xianzhen Pavilion, no matter life or death, everything has nothing to do with Xianzhen Pavilion!"

The holy power attacked, Zhao Jianchen stepped on the void and took a few steps back. He was just a semi-saint. Although he was infinitely close to the realm of a saint, he was not a saint after all. His face changed slightly. After a cold snorting, he said: "Okay! I'll wait here. Unless this son never steps out of the Xianzhen Pavilion for the rest of his life, he will never be kept!"

A trace of fear flashed deep in Zhao Jianchen's eyes.

‘As soon as he started to condense the Nascent Soul, he had to overcome the Five-Colored Thunder Tribulation. This guy’s talent is too terrifying! Even Ling Xiao, the five-element spirit body, is only a three-Colored Thunder Tribulation. The old guys from the Ling family don’t leave him all day long and protect him. We can’t even find an opportunity to assassinate Ling Xiao!’

Not only Zhao Jianchen, but other semi-saints of the ancient clan all had similar thoughts in their minds.

'This Chinese person cannot stay. The Great Yi Tianzun, ten thousand years ago, once led the Chinese people into the Ziwei Star Domain. He almost became the master of the Ziwei Star Domain as a group of outsiders. If it weren't for the Golden Crow Royal Clan's attack, the entire Ziwei Star Domain would have been the world of the Chinese!' Another half-saint thought to himself, and at the same time sent a message to the other ancient tribes, discussing.

"When he leaves the scope of Xianzhen Pavilion, kill him immediately!" A semi-saint wearing a golden crown and carrying his hands on his back.

"This... he has no grudges and no grudges with us. As our identity, he may have a real impact on a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul, right?" The other half-saint frowned slightly.

"No matter what, this child cannot be kept!" A half-saint shook his head.

"You know, he has overcome the five-colored heavenly tribulation! Once this boy grows up, there will be no place for us to stand in the entire Ziwei Star Domain! Think about the Chinese Grand Arts Heavenly Lord back then. When he was a saint, he swept across the entire Ziwei Star Domain, and he was hard to fight against, so everyone bowed their heads. Does anyone still remember the shame of that year? Could it be that you want to do it again?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was silent.

Although they were not from that era, they heard from their parents about the events of that era, for the ancient tribe, it was an era full of shame.

The Great Yi Tianzun of the Chinese clan at that time became a saint in the Ziwei Star Domain. Finally, with his own strength, he surpassed more than a dozen ancient saint families of that year, making everyone bow their heads and bow their heads. The entire Ziwei Star Domain has become the world of the Chinese clan. In that era, countless Chinese clans set off from the earth, embarked on the ancient starry sky road, and headed to the Ziwei Star Domain.

But later, the Great Yi Tianzun entered the deeper part of the universe and encountered many great enemies. The biggest enemy was the Golden Crow Ten Sons of the Golden Crow Royal Clan. In the depths of the universe, Da Yi Tianzun fought against the Golden Crow Ten Sons and shot and killed nine of them with a divine bow!

The Mahayana of the Jinwu Royal Clan was furious, and the three Mahayana monks took action at the same time to kill the Great Yi Tianzun.

At the same time, the Golden Crow Royal Clan moved all the way and almost killed all the Chinese clans in the immortal cultivation world. The Chinese clan had no choice but to retreat to their mother starry sky, cut off the ancient road of the starry sky, and expelled the mother star to the wild star field, thus avoiding the bloodbathing and liquidation of the Golden Crow Royal Clan.

If the Golden Crow Royal Clan had not taken action, the entire Ziwei Star Domain would have been the world of the Chinese clan. Now a Chinese clan, who is almost half-demon, has emerged, and has survived the five-colored thunder tribulation in the early stage of the Nascent Soul. Everyone was panicked, afraid that the scene of that year would happen again!

"This kind of person should be killed in the cradle and cannot be allowed to grow!"

"Kill him, the Ziwei Star Domain cannot have a second big game!" a semi-saint growled.

"kill!"

At this moment, a half-saint ignored the majesty of Xianzhen Pavilion and took action directly. He turned into a divine rainbow and rushed to Ye Cheng a hundred miles away.

Someone took the lead, and more than a dozen other half-saints also took the initiative and took action together.

"What! You dare!"

The Lord of the Golden Pavilion was furious. He never expected that this group of people would really dare to attack within the scope of Xianzhen Pavilion.

But it was too late for him to say anything now. There were a total of fourteen semi-saints, from the major ancient clans, several of whom came from the same ancient clan. The fourteen semi-saints took action together, even if a real saint came, they might have to be hated!

"Um?"

Ye Cheng raised his eyebrows and felt a crisis. He looked sideways and happened to see the fourteen semi-saints who came to Tatian. His eyes were cold and his lips were filled with a cold sneer.
Chapter completed!