Daqin arrests alchemists, what does it matter to me as a qi refiner?

In order to prevent the resurrection of the Red Bird, Yang Ling did not dare to slack off. He hurriedly asked the system to help set up a formation that could trap the resurrected Red Bird.

With the help of the system, Yang Ling successfully set up the formation just before Suzaku was resurrected.

At this moment, Suzaku was resurrected again. However, when it tried to pounce on him for revenge, it found itself locked in place and unable to move.

It glared at Yang Ling, hatred gleaming in its eyes.

"Damn it, you actually wanted to refine me, I will never forgive you!" Zhuque roared angrily, trying to break free from the constraints of the formation.

However, Yang Ling had no intention of being afraid of it. He looked at Suzaku coldly, his eyes revealing a firm light: "You won't forgive me? You should see if I will forgive you!"

He knew that he had won this battle.

So, he stopped talking nonsense with Suzaku and directly activated the formation, intending to refine it. A small furnace appeared in his hand, and then he infused the power of the formation into the furnace and began to refine Suzaku.

The formation started to work, covering the entire Suzaku. Suzaku yelled madly, "Haha, you want to refine me? Boy, you are still a little naive! I am the spirit of the Four Symbols, how can a young boy like you compare to me?"

However, Yang Ling ignored its shouting. He focused on controlling the formation, making it more and more powerful, tightly surrounding the Vermillion Bird.

The Vermillion Bird kept roaring, trying to break free from the formation. However, no matter how hard it tried, it could not break free from the powerful restraint.

Gradually, Suzaku's power became weaker and weaker.

Half an hour later, its silhouette gradually dimmed, as if it was about to go out.

Finally, with Yang Ling's persistence and hard work, the Vermillion Bird was completely refined.

Yang Ling hurriedly picked up the Vermillion Bird Feather that had been transformed from the Vermillion Bird and observed it carefully for a moment. He was filled with surprise and satisfaction, as he knew that this was the result of his own efforts.

After putting away the Vermillion Bird Feather, Yang Ling left the volcano without stopping.

Fortunately, he left in time, otherwise he would have been buried in the volcano.

Shortly after he left, the entire volcano suddenly erupted.

The magma in the crater gushed out like a waterfall, volcanic lava splashed everywhere, flames blazed, it was like the end of the world.

Around the volcano, birds and animals fled in terror, trees were devoured by the flames, and rivers hissed under the high temperature, as if telling the horror of the disaster. Everything became insignificant in front of the power of the volcano.

Yang Ling looked back, his heart filled with fear and awe. He knew that if he hesitated or hesitated for a moment, he would be buried in this volcano.

So, he used all his strength to control the flying sword through the fire area, finally escaped from the range of the volcano, and returned safely to the safe area.

After getting away from the volcano, Yang Ling looked towards the south and thought about his next plan.

After resting, he flew towards the extreme south. Soon, he arrived at the far south.

However, to his surprise, there was an entire desert here.

Looking around, you can only see yellow sand stretching all over the sky, endless.

In addition, there are all kinds of strange rocks standing there, as if telling the desolation and loneliness of this desert.

Yang Ling did not rush into the desert, as he was well aware of the dangers of the desert.

So he wandered around the edge of the desert for a while, carefully observing the surrounding environment and terrain.

Only after confirming the safety of the desert did he step into it.

However, once he set foot in the desert, he discovered that the temperature here was unusually high.

The scorching sand instantly invaded his entire body, as if it was going to burn him to a crisp. Not only was his skin scorched, but even breathing was difficult to bear.

Yang Ling hurriedly took out the pill and swallowed it, trying to relieve the unbearable heat.
Although the effects of these pills were limited, they finally made him feel a little better. His goal was clear, which was to find the last of the Four Symbols - Xuanwu.

He moved forward, walking with difficulty in the desert.

Finally, behind a sand dune, he saw a huge stone tablet.

The stone tablet stood tall, as if announcing something to the world. And below the stone tablet was the Four Symbols Spirit he had been looking for - Xuanwu.

At this time, Xuanwu was in a deep sleep, as if he was not fighting with the world. Yang Ling looked at the Xuanwu in front of him, and for a moment he didn't know how to wake it up and subdue it. Just when he was worried, a bolt of lightning suddenly fell from the sky. A rough lightning bolt suddenly struck Yang Ling like an angry dragon, and the power was so great that it was astonishing.

Although Yang Ling has now cultivated to the Spirit Severing Stage and has extraordinary strength, he still seems so small in front of this lightning and cannot resist its majestic power. He fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground, with dust flying everywhere.

"Cough... cough..." Yang Ling coughed twice with difficulty, a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He struggled to get up, but his body seemed unusually heavy.

Finally, he managed to stand up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and looked at the still sleeping Xuanwu with a cold look. At this moment, Xuanwu was like a sleeping mountain, lying there quietly, lifeless. Yang Ling's heart trembled. He knew that Xuanwu's strength should not be underestimated, and he had to be careful this time. He slowly drew the weapon from his waist, held it tightly in his hand, and walked towards Xuanwu step by step. Every step seemed extremely cautious, for fear of waking up this sleeping beast.

"Bang, bang, bang..." Yang Ling waved the weapon in his hand and hit Xuanwu again and again. However, no matter how hard he tried, Xuanwu had no reaction, as if the thick tortoise shell could withstand all attacks.

This situation made Yang Ling feel a little tricky. He frowned and thought to himself: My strength is among the best in the world of cultivation, so why am I helpless against this black tortoise?
He circled around Xuanwu, carefully observing every detail, trying to find a breakthrough. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he had an idea in his mind: "Since physical attacks don't work, why not try mental attacks?"

Thinking of this possibility, Yang Ling's eyes flashed with excitement. He knew very well that if he could defeat Xuanwu's soul, his body would naturally collapse. So, he looked at Xuanwu again, but found that the sleeping Xuanwu had woken up at some point and was staring at him with a pair of cold eyes.

Xuanwu snorted coldly and slowly stood up. His huge body was like a moving mountain. As he stood up, the stone tablet on his body suddenly burst into a dazzling light, illuminating the entire space.

Seeing this, Yang Ling did not dare to be negligent. He punched Xuanwu fiercely, and his body was as fast as lightning. However, when his fist was about to hit Xuanwu, he suddenly felt a strong force restraining him and unable to move.

At this moment, a huge "lock" word appeared on the stone tablet, and the word flashed with a strange light, instantly wrapping Yang Ling in it. He secretly cried out in his heart, but it was too late to dodge.

Seeing this, Xuanwu suddenly slapped Yang Ling with his claws, and Yang Ling was directly knocked into a big pit by this huge force. Then, Xuanwu hammered Yang Ling in the pit frantically, and each attack was accompanied by a dull sound, which made people terrified.

After half an incense stick of time, Yang Ling's angry curses and pleas for mercy were heard from the pit. Xuanwu seemed to hesitate for a moment, but soon raised his foot and stepped into the pit again, and Yang Ling was smashed into the pit again.

"You bastard, I'm going to fight you!" Yang Ling roared and jumped out of the pit. He was covered in wounds, but his eyes were full of stubbornness and unwillingness. He rushed towards Xuanwu again, as if he wanted to vent all his anger on this giant beast.

"Bang, bang, bang..." Yang Ling attacked Xuanwu again and again, but Xuanwu seemed calm and composed, as if playing with an ant. It kicked Yang Ling lightly, and there was a sound of bones breaking.

Yang Ling gnashed his teeth in pain, but he endured the severe pain and tried to mobilize the remaining spiritual power in his body. However, at this moment, another explosion sounded, and Yang Ling was hit hard again. He flew backwards like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily to the ground.

He spat out a mouthful of blood foam, fell to the ground, and looked at the sky blankly. He never thought that he would end up like this after fighting so hard. What on earth was going on? He was full of doubts and resentment.

At this moment, Yang Ling suddenly felt a strange movement in his body. He suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the black tortoise in front of him. He took a deep breath and slowly stretched out his right hand, only to see a hint of white light on his fingertips.

The white light was jumping in the air, as if it contained infinite power. As Yang Ling's mind moved, the white light instantly turned into a spear, emitting a biting coldness.

"Go!" Yang Ling shouted softly, and with a sudden push, the spear instantly shot towards Xuanwu's head, with a sound of breaking through the air, and with amazing power. With this move, even Yang Ling himself was confident that he could seriously injure Xuanwu.

However, when the spear pierced Xuanwu's head, there was a sound of metal clashing. Yang Ling watched all this in shock. He couldn't believe his eyes. What on earth was going on? His weapon couldn't penetrate Xuanwu's defense!

He roared angrily and attacked Xuanwu again. However, no matter how much strength he exerted, he could not break the stone tablet's defense. The stone tablet was as solid as a mountain and stood firm.

"No... This is impossible!" Yang Ling roared, he was unwilling to fail like this. This was the opportunity he had finally found! He gritted his teeth and rushed towards Xuanwu again, trying to find a breakthrough.

However, Xuanwu had already prepared for defense. It stared at Yang Ling with a mocking expression and said, "Ant, do you think you can hurt me?"

Yang Ling smiled and shook his head. He said in a deep voice: "Black Turtle, how about we try something exciting? I know you are much stronger than me, but I bet you will not be able to withstand my next attack."

After saying that, he roared towards the sky, and black flames instantly ignited from his body. The flames raged like an angry dragon, and as time passed, they burned more vigorously.

Yang Ling desperately gathered the black flame in front of him, bent his legs and prepared to launch it. At the same time, he threw the black flame out with all his strength.

"Puff..." A ball of black flame instantly penetrated the surface of the stone tablet and spread all the way to the inside of the stone tablet. The flame continued to burn on the surface of the stone tablet, scorching the body of the black tortoise.

"Roar!" The black tortoise roared in pain, and the surface of the stone tablet was melted by the black flames. Yang Ling took a look at the situation of the black tortoise, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

"Hahaha, Black Turtle, just accept your fate!" After saying that, he took a step forward and instantly came in front of Black Turtle. He punched out with a huge fist shadow, and Black Tortoise couldn't dodge it at all.

"Bang!" The powerful punch directly blasted Xuanwu away, and the huge body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string. Xuanwu struggled to get up, stared at Yang Ling angrily and shouted: "Ant, I will tear you apart!"

"Come on, you're talking too much nonsense!" Yang Ling sneered and rushed towards Xuanwu again. The two collided with each other, creating a violent wave. Afterwards, they tangled together again, and the fight was indistinguishable.

"Huff, huff..." Yang Ling kept panting, his whole body was soaked with sweat. He knew that Xuanwu's skin was too thick, and every attack would cause a violent reaction as long as it touched the stone tablet.

"Boom boom..." Yang Ling kept attacking Xuanwu, biting Xuanwu like a mad dog. Xuanwu also opened his mouth and spit out Xuan needles to fight back.

The two kept fighting, as if they would not stop until the other was dead. "Bang..." Suddenly, Yang Ling's knee hit the stone tablet, and the stone tablet trembled, and Yang Ling's figure immediately retreated.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xuanwu whipped Yang Ling's shoulder with its tail. "Snap!" His arm was shattered on the spot, and Yang Ling screamed in pain. However, he did not have the slightest intention of stopping or retreating.

He jumped up and hit Xuanwu's head hard. "Bang..." The dull sound seemed to be the death knell of Xuanwu.

"Roar..." A scream came from Xuanwu's throat, and its eyes were full of fear and unwillingness. Then, "Bang..." a loud noise was heard, and Yang Ling stepped on Xuanwu's head.

"Crack..." The crisp sound of bone fracture rang out, and Yang Ling's foot directly pierced into Xuanwu's skull. He roared and punched Xuanwu: "Go to hell!"

"Bang..." Xuanwu's head was smashed by Yang Ling's punch, and his huge body collapsed to the ground like a mountain, raising a cloud of dust.

Yang Ling looked at the fallen Xuanwu and snorted coldly, "Humph, I thought you were so powerful!" As Xuanwu died, the stone tablet on its body fell directly to the ground. (End of this chapter)