The high-altitude soul flag opened its flags with a roar, and the blue-black flag looked like a cloud, carrying evil spirits flying in the clouds and mist.

As the mist rolled down, it was as if the huge flags were hanging down to the ground. The black mist was like a thick carpet, and a barefoot dragon claw stepped on it.

Bada.

The dragon's claws fell to the ground like iron boots.

Tu Shanjun walked out of the soul flag and looked at a huge alchemy furnace standing in the center of the formation.

This is a fourth-level alchemy furnace, barely capable of refining fifth-level elixirs.

Tu Shanjun reached out and touched the elixir furnace and sighed: "It's not as good as my old buddy, but it's enough for refining the magic elixir."

Mengzhi asked: "Old man?"

"yes."

"Old man for many years."

Tu Shanjun later used many alchemy furnaces, but none of them could keep up with the sect's one.

That fifth-level alchemy furnace is inherently extraordinary.

There is no time to sigh too much.

The main soul who controlled Donghaijun's body with the magic of divine subjugation took a step forward, stepped into the formation, opened his palms and said: "Lead!"

Boom.

Veins of fire rush like streams.

Tu Shanjun took advantage of the situation and sat down cross-legged: "Don't relax even a little bit during this half month."

"Disciple understands!"

Meng Zhi's eyes widened, his eyes were bright, and the aura of intelligence around him was completely released, and he did not dare to neglect at all.

"Three days later."

"As soon as the alchemy furnace is hot, turn it on."

After hearing this, Meng Zhi turned around and stepped into another spirit gathering formation, taking out bottles and jars of elixirs.

…

In this way, the news that the leader of the 16th Hall of the Yujin Gang was in retreat spread like wildfire.

Everyone in the hall was talking a lot.

Some said that the hall master was determined not to attack the realm of spiritual transformation, some said that it was just a simple retreat, and some said that it was to recuperate from injuries. It was said that he had been seriously injured since returning from the third hall master.

"It's closed."

In the main hall, Chen Jinding, who was leaning on a high seat like a hill, spoke like the sound of bells and drums.

His fingers fell on the wide armrest, and the dripping sound sounded like rain.

"Have you really done what I asked you to do?"

Chen Jinding was still far away when he spoke. The moment his voice fell, he had already appeared in front of the monk, looking at him condescendingly.

The last commitment he heard was for two years or half a year.

Now that two years have passed, why is Meng Zhi still alive, and we can even hear the news that he is about to attack the gods.

The monk lowered his head and said: "My subordinates will never dare to deceive the hall master."

Chen Jinding frowned.

He indeed had not heard about the assassination of Meng Zhi, either the organization had not done anything about it, or the organization had not taken action yet.

But no matter which of the two situations it was, he couldn't wait any longer.

If something cannot be done, he must take action.

"Go check it out."

"Find out where he is in retreat."

"Why are you in seclusion again?"

Chen Jinding fluttered his sleeves and turned around, paused slightly, and said, "There's more,"

"Go and urge it."

"When did they become so inefficient?"

"Here."

The monk bowed his hands and walked out of the hall backwards.

Chen Jinding narrowed his eyes slightly.

His eyes were originally big, but now they were like two slits.

I can't clearly see the changes in facial expressions inside.
Chapter completed!