Journey To the West: Help Styx Strengthen the Abi Sword at the Start

In addition, Zhun Ti has been impatiently starting to strengthen.

The immortals who stayed on the first floor looked at the casting temple shrouded by auspiciousness in a daze, with shock in their eyes.

"There are so many saints in the Temple of Casting?"

The man was new, and he had no idea that the forging of the temple would be able to attract the saints who had almost been famous for a long time.

An old immortal **** next to it, Shen Gongbao had contempt in his eyes: "At first glance, you are a newcomer. I don't even know that this cast temple has four floors!"

"What? Fourth floor?" The man suddenly opened his eyes.

"That's right! What we are on now is only the first level. Those sacred heavens were in the fourth level before, but your level is too low, you can't see them normally!"

"It turned out to be like this. I thought that casting the temple on the first layer of heaven shouldn't be a powerful place...!"

When the man's words fell, the people around suddenly laughed.

This person is really naive.

Even Dao Ancestor and Heavenly Dao often came to visit such a powerful Cast Temple, this person didn't even know.

The saint who strengthened in the front felt a smile, but the new immortal was innocent.

Only they know how many of the endless fairy gods in the first floor of the casting temple can survive?

All the saints sighed slightly, and the atmosphere in the forging temple suddenly became a little depressed.

After all, with so many chaotic saints and heavenly saints, the power they emit can easily affect a person's spiritual world.

"Ding, Zhu Xianjian strengthen +21 success."

The Master Tongtian did not intensify the joy of success. This time all the saints of the heavens had to participate in this immeasurable calamity. He didn't think how lucky it was to strengthen the Zhuxian Sword to the low-grade Hongmeng Lingbao.

Moreover, none of the surrounding saints turned their heads to look at the Master Tongtian, one by one, they were burying their heads in strengthening their weapons and everything on their bodies.

Someone strengthened the clothes they wear from the inside to the outside.

All make it a congenital best spiritual treasure.

"Kunpeng, you know that you are really afraid of death to the extreme!"

Zhen Yuanzi was disdainful of Kunpeng's actions, and even the public directly put the clothes she was wearing into the Chaos Furnace to strengthen it.

Kunpeng glanced at Zhen Yuanzi coldly, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

He didn't pay attention to each other. Kunpeng's wealth was considered the worst among many saints. It was not easy for him to become a saint. He did everything to survive.

Moreover, this is not a shame, shame? That's something that can only be realized. The dead don't know what it's like to be ashamed.

He stared at the Chaos Furnace closely, and imagined that sweet voice in his mind. As long as it can be strengthened, it means that other things in him can also be strengthened.

Om, the flames rushed into the sky.

"Ding, Kunpeng Yuyi strengthened +1 successfully!"

Kunpeng's eyes suddenly shot out a golden light, and it could really strengthen the success.

He looked at Zhen Yuanzi: "What did you just say?"

Zhen Yuanzi's nose keeps zooming in and shrinking, and Kun Peng's ridicule makes him unable to get off the stage.

At the same time, all the saints looked at Kunpeng and the chaos furnace in front of him.

"Unexpectedly, it can strengthen the armor made by its own growth!"

Saint Nuwa's eyes were shining, and she turned to look at the snake tail hidden in the long skirt and the scales on it.

"So, I have to try too, after all, there is an extra life-saving baby!"

The Sage Nuwa threw his close-fitting scale armor into the furnace.

"Ding, Nuwa scale enhancement +1 succeeded!"

She looked at the colorful scales, completely excited.

Then he completely shed most of the scales on his body and threw them into the Chaos Furnace.

"Ding, Nuwa scale enhancement +1 succeeded!"

"Ding, Nuwa scale enhancement +1 succeeded!"

...

For a time, the sound that rang from the first floor of the entire cast temple was the sound of Nuwa Scale Strengthening +1.

"It can still be like this?"

Seeing that all the saints did not return to the fourth floor and stayed on the first floor, the quasi-sages who came down from the fourth floor were stunned by this scene.

"This is definitely the Casting Temple favoring the monster race!"

Just ask, which of these scales, wings, claws, etc. is not unique to the monster race?

Roar!

There was a dragon roar, and the Four Seas Dragon King began to strengthen his own dragon horns.

"Ding, Shenlong Horn strengthened by +1 success!"

"Ding! Dragon horn strengthening +3 success!"

"Ding! Dragon horn strengthening +10 success!"

In Kong Xuan's surprised gaze, the East Sea Dragon King directly strengthened his dragon horn to the level of the best innate spirit treasure.

At this moment, the dragon horns on his head were shining with cold light, and the golden dragon aura was all over it, and under the entanglement, it was extremely sacred.

"Brother, I didn't expect Dragon Horn to be able to strengthen and succeed!"

The faces of the other dragon kings turned red, and they felt that the day of their rise had arrived. For a long time, the Four Seas Dragon Race had been in a low position.

Being bullied by all the powers, digging dragon livers, scraping dragon scales...

But now, they stand up.

Ao Guang held his golden dragon horns imposingly, walked up to Ye Fan, and bowed deeply.

"Ao Guang, thank you very much!"