The old man wore an alchemist robe covered with stars, flew across the sky on a magic carpet, and then walked across the lake and arrived at Fang Xiu's house.

Before leaving, he hesitated for a long time, but when he arrived at the door, the old man had no hesitation because he knew that he had been discovered in a few miles or outside.

The magic flying carpet is very popular in Baigang because it is very convenient than other flying props and is very simple to manufacture.

It can be used alone or in multiple people. It can also be divided into different levels according to the production process, including first-level magic flying carpet and fourth-level magic flying carpet. This magic flying carpet even has certain life characteristics, can speak, have primary intelligence, and can recognize the master. However, its ability to speak is because the materials incorporated into the magic flying carpet have souls, rather than giving birth to souls themselves.

And John Fogel was sitting at this moment, staying at the door of the cottage covered with vines, as if surrounded by lakes, flowers and forests. Before he could knock on the door, he saw a vortex dispersed and swallowed it in.

"Space props?"

Sitting on the magic flying carpet, the old man immediately found himself appearing in a quiet Taoist palace. There were many faceless palace servants and Yellow Turban Warriors busy inside and outside. Fang Xiu was trying to refine a immortal pill that he tried to make, but he had not succeeded yet.

The immortal pill can only allow existences below level four to survive for a lifetime. The supporting ideas also include the immortal pill, which is taken for existences above level four to above level four.

He is hatching the eggs of the fairy that have gradually turned into stillbirths, and at the same time transforming the appearance into a creature with a mountain and sea style. At the same time, Fang Xiu gradually understood the templates of this creature and had some ideas about the tree of youth and the spring of life, so he began to refine this immortal pill that prolongs one's life.

However, this is just a fairy egg, not a fairy in the forest of mythical life or a fairy in the lake, so Fang Xiu was still a little disappointed, but after the creature hatched from this fairy egg became an immortal, he might be able to understand the power of this magical creature.

"My dependence is a magic weapon in space!"

Fang Xiu was standing in front of the alchemy furnace at this moment. The tall alchemy furnace was nearly three floors high, looking surprisingly large. The magical faceless palace servant and the Yellow Turban Strongman threw spiritual materials into it. The fire inside was filled with the sky, and the immortal aggregate kept shaking out.

Originally, the alchemist was very interested in writing the alchemy doll, but as soon as he heard the information about the so-called space props, his face immediately changed and he became extremely warm.

"Really? Fengdu, my close friend, I am willing to pay any price. As long as you are willing to let me study space props, know the reasons for the creation of space and..."

Fang Xiu stared at the familiar old man with a cold look, and immediately stuck the second half of his sentence back. This old man was thick-skinned, dark-hearted, and a little crazy. He was somewhat similar to a mad scientist, but when facing a person like Fengdu, he was still a little panicked.

Fang Xiu slapped the huge alchemy cauldron again, and the spiritual liquid inside quickly gathered, but it collapsed directly in the last step, and the strong black smoke and corrosive smell came out of it.

"Failed again!"

Fang Xiu didn't care too much. In this exploration of alchemy, failure is normal. He immediately ordered someone to clean the alchemy furnace.

"You have refined your alchemy tower as a basis?"

When Fang Xiu saw the alchemist John Fogel this time, he found that he had already broken through. His power was not limited to the fourth level, but had truly broken into the fifth level, and his soul had also changed some changes. He should have his own support.

However, its power is far less than Fang Xiu's magic weapon in the cave heaven and Nanhua Zhenjun who relies on the Blessed Immortal Island, which is even less than Jia Yi's path of immortality and the body of the gods and demons of the Yan Mo Emperor. Fang Xiu didn't think much about it, and knew that he must have regarded his alchemy tower as a reliance.

However, this is not a rare thing. After all, not everyone can find such things at the level of gods and demons as a support. Many extraordinary people who have crossed the threshold of the fourth level have begun to give up and try low-level things that are more suitable for their support.

However, Fang Xiu did not expect that the alchemist John Fogel would do this, and with his ability, he would definitely find a better one.

John Fogel immediately said: "By what you call in the East, we would rather call it the Horcrux, the container of the soul, and this is the key to our opening door to myth."

Fang Xiu nodded and took John Fogel through the mural corridor of the fairy holding the moon map, and entered the front palace: "You can find a better existence as a container of souls. Although the ordinary alchemy tower can also make you a fifth level, its power is far less than that of those who use the instruments left by gods and demons as a container of souls."

John Fogel said boldly without any frustration.

"Better, but not necessarily the most suitable!"

Fang Xiu continued: "This is the foundation of stepping into the level of gods and demons. If it is too weak, there will be no hope of taking that last step."

"The alchemist should personally create the key to step into the myth. The alchemy tower is the most suitable for me. Everything, every part of it, from beginning to end, is designed and manufactured by me."

"He may not be perfect and powerful now, but it will become impeccable under my design, and eventually surpass everything and become the most dazzling existence in the world. Even now, I don't think my alchemy tower will lose to anyone."

The faceless palace servant met with refreshments. After listening to the old man’s words, Fang Xiu looked at him with some admiration.

At this time, the alchemist John Fogel suddenly remembered his purpose: "By the way, Mr. Fengdu, this time I came here specifically to seek your advice and help."

"You should already know that the rumor that the ruins of the gods appeared in the underworld!"

Fang Xiu glanced at the alchemist: "Do you want something inside too?"

Alchemist John nodded: "The artifact and the so-called method of becoming a god are not tempting to me, but the stones from the heavens are said to be... "

When he said this, the old man became very excited, his white beard also trembled, and flames appeared in his eyes: "I must get the stone of heaven that is called the Heavenly Stone, which can make the continent and the world rise."

Alchemist John Fogel looked at Fang Xiu and said in a passionate and passionate tone: "Mr. Fengdu! You must also want to see that one day the great Baigang City will fly into the sky and stand on the world!"

Fang Xiu took a light sip of tea: "I'm not very interested!"

“…”

In an instant, John Fogel didn't know how to speak. He rushed over and thought that the other party had the same great ideals and goals as his.

"That……"

John Fogel was a little disappointed and prepared to get up and leave, but the remaining words from Fengdu made his eyes lit up instantly.

"But if it's just the Heavenly Stone, no one should compete with you!"

"Many people I know in the world of gods and demons are preparing for the competition for divine artifacts and the inheritance of gods, including several heavy gods in the world of the underworld. If you just want the heavenly stone, I can recommend it to you!"

This time the ruins of the gods were born. Relatively speaking, the so-called major forces are actually the gods in the mountain and sea realm, especially the gods of the underworld who have ascended the throne of the righteous gods, who are truly crazy and desperate for them.

After all, for others, this thing may be extremely important, but it will not be as fatal as it will be. But for them, this is their only hope to enter immortality.

After all, if one can become a righteous god, every one is either a great sage who fails on the road of immortality or has great merits. No one wants to gradually lose himself under the erosion of the power of incense and turn into a divine puppet.
Chapter completed!