Traveling through the heavens as a myth

On the other hand, Ning Yang's Yuanhuo was red and green, with a light and ethereal feeling.

Originally, the audience didn't feel much about Yuanhuo, they were more concerned about the craftsmanship of Yuanhuo, thinking that Yuanhuo was similar.

But these fifty-odd primordial fires all appeared at once, and they immediately distinguished themselves.

"Take full force to increase to the highest temperature!" An elder on the high platform issued an instruction.

Hearing that, all the divine weapon divisions are running their exercises with all their strength, and the Yuan Huo suddenly soars, from one foot to one foot.

"You, you, you...you, the highest temperature is not up to the standard, let's go down." The elder who issued the instruction pointed to several magical soldiers.

"Keep the highest temperature for a quarter of an hour!" Another elder issued an instruction.

Ning Yang was relaxed and happy, and even looked around leisurely.

Under the burning of the highest temperature of Yuanhuo, the temperature of the venue rose sharply, and everyone was sweating profusely.

A quarter of an hour passed.

I saw some magical soldiers gradually sweating on their foreheads, shaking their palms, and shaking the flames endlessly.

"You, you... and you, Yuanhuo's stability is not up to standard, go ahead."

Several magical soldiers were disqualified again.

"Reduce the Yuanhuo to the lowest temperature, then raise it to the highest temperature, repeat nine times!" Another elder issued an instruction.

Ning Yang's heart moved, and the Yuan Huo in front of him began to change.

When I was young, I was only an inch tall, like a candle in the wind, it seemed to go out with a single breath.

When it was older, it was only a foot high, and Ning Yang could already urge Yuanhuo to reach the highest temperature in this form.

"You, you, you...you, the change is not fast enough, go on."

Several magical divisions stepped off the refining platform.

"The shape of Yuan cremation is unlimited, but the finer the better." Peng Xiuran said, giving instructions.

"a bit difficult."

Ning Yang murmured, manipulating Yuanhuo or changing its shape.

The dragon head, dragon horns, dragon body, dragon wings, dragon claws, dragon scales are transformed a little bit.

Finally, a Yinglong appeared in front of Ning Yang, lifelike and delicate.

Some other god soldiers manipulated the Yuan cremation to transform into monsters, some manipulated the Yuan cremation into a building, and some manipulated the Yuan cremation into a human race, some...

"You, you... and you, the transformation is not fine enough, continue working hard next time." Peng Xiuran's old voice sounded.

In this way, under the instructions of the elders on the high platform, the divine weapon divisions on the refining stage worked hard to complete extremely difficult fire control tasks.

There were fewer and fewer divine weapons on the refining stage. In the end, there were only ten divine weapons on the refining stage, including the Thirteenth Prince and Ying Mingxuan.

At this time, Vice Chairman Peng Xiuran stood up.

"At the end of the third round, all the soldiers who passed will go to the rest area to rest for a while."

"call"

With a long sigh of relief, Ning Yang even felt a gust of wind blowing.

All the magic soldiers walked off the mixing table and sat down in the rest area.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the ground vibrated, and one hundred and one refining tables in the center of the venue sank to the ground.

Then from underground, one large and nine small, a total of ten refining platforms slowly rose.

The nine small refining tables are arranged in a ring shape, and each small refining table has changed from a radius of ten meters to a radius of 20 meters.

The big refining platform has a radius of fifty feet, and it is located in the center of the circle surrounded by nine small refining platforms, like a moon with stars arching over the moon.

Ning Yang knew that this was the final stage.

"In the last round, no matter what else, it just depends on who refining the best element. You can freely use the gold you need, everyone, let's start!"

Chapter 75

"In the last round, no matter what else, it just depends on who refining the best element. You can freely use the gold you need, everyone, let's start!"

As soon as Peng Xiuran's voice fell, hundreds of waiters pushed carts into the venue.

"Huh!"

The red cloth was lifted, and pieces of golden gold appeared on the cart, shining brightly.

"Oh oh oh!"

"What a luxury!"

"It's spectacular!"

The audience cheered everywhere, and even those who had seen it many times would still be shocked by the master craftsmanship of the Association.

There are a wide variety and unlimited number of sacred golds, and participating sages can use them at will.

Ning Yang's eyes lit up. Although he had heard of it, it was the first time he had seen a similar scene.

"Xuan Tie, Xuan Yin Tie, Jiuxing Tie, Tian Sha Tie, Streaming Tie...

"Fine Gold, Green Flame Gold, Fragmented Bone Gold, Xuanyang Gold, Gale Xuanjin..."

His eyes swept across the same kind of gold, his eyes brightened.

The same is true for the other nine divine soldiers, even the thirteen princes and Ying Mingxuan.

"Wow!"

The seven sage soldiers rushed out together, as if they were afraid that the sacred gold would be snatched away by others.

"This, this, and this!"

"Hey, with these divine gold, I can refine the best divine weapon!"

"Hahaha!"