Outside Mengjin Pass,
were miles of continuous military tents and fluttering banners.
The Zhou army had besieged Mengjin for several days.
In the central area of the Zhou camp,
at this moment a group of people in eccentric clothing gathered in the central clearing.
Nezha stopped supplying magical power to the Samadhi Fire, and the flames instantly extinguished,
leaving behind a cluster of matter in the air invisible to mortals.
The many immortals of the Chan Sect originally thought this was a laughable farce,
but when Yun Zhongzi pointed out the mystery within it, everyone quickly put away their contempt.
Yun Zhongzi was a treasure-refining fanatic.
After the Investiture of the Gods battle, he had made replicas of all kinds of fatal magical treasures, and his technology was quite remarkable.
Seeing the Qi of the carving knives, farm tools, and weapons extracted, Wang Ming immediately threw a piece of Uru Metal into the mix.
This metal had a very good enchantment effect.
"Nezha, add fire!"
Hearing the command, Nezha did not pull any tricks. After all, this was something his master Immortal Taiyi had given permission for, so he would not mess around.
As the Samadhi Fire appeared once again, that brick-sized piece of Uru Metal quickly melted,
turning into red molten iron that hovered in the air.
"Start the blood sacrifice!"
Following Wang Ming's words, Ji Fa's gaze turned toward Jiang Ziya.
Earlier, Wang Ming had asked Ji Fa to collect a bucket of blood from Jiang Ziya. Although Jiang Ziya had admitted his willingness to donate blood, he insisted on doing so during the refining process.
If it were an ordinary person, a bucket of blood would definitely be fatal, but Jiang Ziya was, after all, a cultivator of immortality.
Even so, Jiang Ziya was unwilling. Losing a