Kowloon God Emperor

"Hello, Senior Wu!"

Su Chen bowed to Wu Qiankun and said with a smile.

There was a hint of shock in Wu Qiankun's eyes. He looked at Su Chen and said, "You really refined the Jietian Pill?!"

Qin Muying had just told him.

He originally just thought that Su Chen said he could refine the Jie Tian Pill to comfort him, but he never thought that Su Chen could actually refine the Jie Tian Pill.

That is an ancient elixir that even the Alchemy Saint finds difficult to refine, and it is an elixir that has long been lost.

Now, it has been refined by Su Chen!

"That's right! This is the Jie Tian Dan!"

Su Chen smiled slightly, and in his palm there was a bright light. There was a golden pill, which was ancient and simple, with a fragrant smell. There were eight strange pill patterns intertwined on it, which looked very extraordinary.

"Saint Son Su Chen, it seems that you are determined to make me join the Tiandao Sect!"

Wu Qiankun smiled bitterly.

But there was a hint of emotion and excitement in his eyes.

Over the past thousand years, he has experienced the ups and downs of life. His martial arts foundation has been destroyed, his energy and blood have declined, and he is almost at the end of his rope. He no longer has any hope.

But he didn't expect that he would meet Su Chen at the last moment of his life.

He saw hope again from Su Chen.

"Hello, Senior Wu!"

At this moment, Feng Wentian and others also came up and bowed deeply to Wu Qiankun.

As for Yang Chuan, his eyes were filled with shock and excitement.

He just heard Feng Wentian introduce that the dying old man in front of him was actually the brilliant genius, the Formation Saint Wu Qiankun, from a thousand years ago!

This is the legend of Eastern Wasteland.

Even Yang Chuan and Wu Qiankun had met once before.

"Fellow Daoist Wu, I didn't expect you were still alive!"

Yang Chuan said with great emotion.

"Brother Yang, we fought side by side a thousand years ago. I didn't expect that Brother Yang has grown old too!"

Wu Qiankun smiled slightly.

"I am old! Brother Wu, you are the legend of the Eastern Wasteland, the Array Master who sealed the Abyss Sea with your own strength thousands of years ago. You are still alive. This is a blessing for the Eastern Wasteland and for the human race!"

Yang Chuan said solemnly.

He and Wu Qiankun are contemporaries, but in the Eastern Wilds, anyone who has experienced the battle a thousand years ago would be in awe when hearing the name of the Formation Saint Wu Qiankun.

If there were no Formation Saint Wu Qiankun, it would be hard to say how many people would still be alive in the Eastern Wilderness today.

The people around were originally wondering about Wu Qiankun's identity, but after hearing Yang Chuan's words, they were all shocked.

"Array Saint Wu Qiankun? Is he the peerless genius Wu Qiankun from the Eastern Wasteland a thousand years ago?"

"Legend has it that a thousand years ago, he single-handedly set up the Qiankun Demon Sealing Array, sealed the Abyss Sea, and saved the East Desert! He is a living legend. It is said that he died in the battle a thousand years ago. Who would have thought that he is still alive?"

"This is incredible! Senior Wu is still alive?"

"But why does he look so weak and his energy and blood so depleted?"

Everyone was excited.

This is a living legend.

Among the warriors in the Eastern Wilderness, including those from the seven major martial arts holy places, who doesn’t know the name of the Formation Saint Wu Qiankun?

Who didn’t grow up listening to the stories of the Saint of Formation?

Everyone's eyes were filled with excitement and admiration.

The Formation Saint Wu Qiankun, just the name alone is enough to inspire awe!

"Brother Wu, why are you like this?"

Yang Chuan noticed the situation inside Wu Qiankun's body and asked with great concern.

In his perception, Wu Qiankun's martial arts foundation was destroyed, his dantian was shattered, and his soul was dissipated. He was almost at the end of his rope.

Although there was a strong vitality permeating his body, it was obvious that he had taken some powerful elixir, but it could not cure the disease fundamentally.

When that vitality disappears, Wu Qiankun will die anyway.

"The battle a thousand years ago damaged our foundation, and we were hurt by those villains, so we have fallen to this point. I am ashamed!"

Wu Qiankun smiled calmly.

His eyes were calm and free and easy, as if there was no anger or unwillingness at all.

“I see! But Brother Wu, this Saint Su Chen of the Tiandao Sect has refined the Jietian Pill. If you take it, it may allow you to rebuild your foundation and reach the peak again!”

Yang Chuan's eyes lit up and he suddenly said.

"Elder Yang is right! This is also the reason why I invited Senior Wu to come. Didn't Xuan Ming suspect that I didn't refine the Heaven-Severing Pill? Everyone knows Senior Wu's physical condition. If he takes this pill, can he rebuild his martial arts foundation? The answer will be clear by then, right?"

Su Chen smiled calmly.

And Xuan Ming's face on the opposite side became increasingly ugly.