Exorcism

The flame of the Wandishan Everlasting Furnace is cold. The furnace is very normal. It is about two people tall. The only difference from the ordinary furnace is that there is no bellows. The fire in the furnace looks normal. You can't feel a trace of heat when you stand nearby. , Mu Xingqiu and Fangfang already knew about it beforehand, but they still felt it was very strange.

"Don't reach out and touch it because you think you can't feel the heat. In fact, it's several times hotter than ordinary fire. It will be instantly destroyed and no one can save you." A Taoist priest who oversees the furnace solemnly warned, and then said in an admiring tone: "This is the world in this world. The unique Taiyin fire is immortal and melts all things. It is not natural and does not belong to the five elements. It is the holy fire closest to the origin of Tao fire. "

Yang Qingyin restrained her usual arrogant style, and the look in her eyes was more pious than that of the Taoist priest who oversees the furnace, "The fire of Taiyin, I chose the Honglu Department because of it, but my parents did not allow me to leave Pangshan. Alas, I really want to steal it. A fire." She glanced at the Taoist priest who became wary, "But I won't do that. The fire of Taiyin is unique. When separated, it becomes ordinary fire. It is the opposite of the water in the sword washing pond. I know this truth."

The Taoist Priest Supervising the Furnace nodded with satisfaction and asked the three of them to bring out the materials for refining the weapon. Yang Qingyin held the package and said in a very rare pleading tone: "Can I do it myself? I am also a disciple of the Hong Furnace Department."

The Taoist hesitated for a moment and waved his hand, allowing her to move freely, taking the materials from the other two people, and after opening them, he kept nodding, "Rich people, really rich people, mother green iron, copper, snow bottom charcoal, purple road mud" , Golden Soul, Silver Soul, Millennium Shell Powder, Qunfang Essence, Demon Pill, are they all Liuzhang Demon Pill?”

Mu Xingqiu and Fangfang smiled and nodded. The hard shell of the World-Destroying Xuanwu brought them a lot of wealth and could update most of the materials. The demon pill presented by Du Fangfeng also came in handy.

The Taoist priest put down the package, rubbed his hands and said, "If you can't refine a fourth- or even fifth-grade magic weapon, it will be a waste of these materials. After you dye the magic weapon in Wangshan, you must tell me the final result."

There are seven entrances to the round, ever-extinguishing furnace, which can refine seven magic weapons at the same time. The Taoist priest who oversees the furnace calls on one person to be a helper. Put in the snow bottom charcoal first. It can slightly increase the heat, and part of the charcoal itself will be integrated into the sword. Next is mother-green iron, which is the main material of the magic sword, followed by copper, gold soul, silver soul, and shell powder, adding only a little each time. These things give the magic sword special abilities.

"The purple copper is equivalent to the upper Dantian mud pill, the golden soul and silver soul are equivalent to the middle Dantian Jiang Palace. If you have the golden soul, the effect will be better, and the shell powder is equivalent to the lower Dantian. After seven hours, add the demon pill to make the hilt. Finally, sprinkle the essence of Qunfang to make the magic sword look better, wrap it in Zimo Shen Mu, and you can take it away. The materials are excellent, and you feel more energetic when smelting it." The Taoist priest in charge of the furnace praised while working.

Don't turn off the other side of the stove. Yang Qingyin was adding ingredients one by one with a serious expression. Her things were all good, except for the demon elixir, which was a little worse. While waiting, she said, "Don't be too happy too early. The materials are good, but the grade of the magical artifact you refine may not be the same." High, it depends on the skill of the blacksmith.

What is more important is the thoughts of the holder of the magical weapon. Hehe, weapon-refining Cunxiang is different from ordinary Cunxiang. You can't compare to me. "

An hour later, the materials had been sent into the furnace, and the three Pangshan disciples were about to start thinking.

The non-extinguishing furnace is located in a cave at the core of Pangshan Mountain, but the location of the memory is in a small cave on a higher level outside. Yang Qingyin was familiar with the road and ran up first, followed by the Taoist priest who oversees the furnace and the other two people.

The upper floor is a circular corridor with seven small holes on the inside, which correspond to the seven entrances of the non-extinguishing furnace below.

"It's actually not complicated to refining a weapon and think about it." Taoist Supervisor Yang Qingyin introduced that Yang Qingyin had already entered the cave to think about it. "First enter the thinking state normally, and then try to imagine the appearance of the magic sword. This step is very critical. At this time A weak will is likely to affect the uneven distribution of the magic sword's materials, which will affect the final grade. Remember, don't think about anything but the magic sword. You can stop thinking at any time and go out for a walk, but don't think too much. Especially don’t think like Yang Qingyin did last time.”

The Taoist priest who oversaw the furnace did not say what weird magic weapon Yang Qingyin had refined. He directed the two of them to enter the corresponding small hole and then left on their own to go to the lower level to keep the furnace in check.

Mu Xingqiu's thoughts were not going well. He did not have random thoughts, but the thoughts did not last long. He woke up in less than half an hour. He walked around in the corridor and saw Fangfang and Yang Qingyin still there. In Cunxiang, the entrance to the cave is closed by a faintly glowing film, indicating that the two people's thoughts are extremely deep and are not affected by the outside world.

He understood what he was worried about. The Taoist priests from Yashan and Xingshan were waiting outside. Could Wandishan also be coveting his true illusion? The treasure bag that stores the magic scroll is also in the hands of the Wandishan Taoist priest. Although the treasure bag is not open to outsiders, in the hands of a high-level Taoist priest, this restriction is not worth mentioning.

After the second circuit, Mu Xingqiu put aside his thoughts. Doubts would not help solve the problem and would only interfere with the most important things at the moment. He re-entered the small hole, sat upright, and re-entered the state of contemplation.

In his imagination, the magic sword was about three feet long and had simple purple patterns on its body, which was somewhat similar to the purple pattern sword he lost.

Imagination will affect the shape of the magic weapon, but imagination and reality are rarely exactly the same. It is also one of the materials for refining the magic weapon, and no one can predict in advance to what extent it will be integrated with other materials.

This time the thoughts lasted longer. Mu Xingqiu opened his eyes and felt that at least two hours had passed. Fangfang and Yang Qingyin were still thinking in the cave. He walked around the corridor and felt that he could not think again immediately. So he walked along the stone steps to the furnace room below.

The fire of Taiyin is still burning in the furnace, and the furnace has been opened for refining for several hours, but the temperature in the room has not increased. There is only the Taoist priest who oversees the furnace, looking at the furnace in silence, as if silently talking to it. chat. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned his head and smiled, and said a little abruptly: "The original Taiyin Fire was only the size of a palm. It took more than 100,000 years of magic blessing to grow to the size it is today."

"This is a miracle even in the Nine Dao Tradition." Mu Xingqiu praised sincerely.

"A miracle, indeed a miracle. However, in the past three thousand years, it has not grown any more and seems to be shrinking a little."

"Everything ends eventually." Mu Xingqiu said casually. He knew little about the fire of lunar fire.

The supervising Taoist priest shook his head, "There is no end to the fire of Taiyin. It may be because Mount Wandi has declined. There are only three Taoist priests who are still alive, and none higher. Ten thousand years ago, Mount Wandi was still alive. There is a Taoist priest who serves Yuemang. Now our grandmaster is not even a Taoist priest of Hongluke, which is also extremely rare. "

Taoist priests never hesitate to criticize their own Taoism, and they are not as respectful to their chiefs and masters as ordinary people are to their elders. Mu Xingqiu has long understood this, but he is very unfamiliar with Wandi Mountain and does not even know the identity of this Taoist priest who oversees the furnace. Name, I was really speechless, so I had to remain awkwardly silent.

The Taoist priest who oversees the furnace continued, "Otherwise, the furnace will not be turned off to sense the strange movements of the demons. Its ability is not just to refine magic weapons, it has life."

Even the Taoist priest's voice became softer, as if the person listening to him was not the Pangshan disciples, but the fire across the way.

"Because there are too many related signs, and the lunar fire is just one of them."

Mu Xingqiu suddenly became curious and asked: "I have heard several ideas for dealing with the demon clan. Some people hope to cultivate more high-level Taoist priests, and some hope to unite various forces, including the demon clan..."

Before Mu Xingqiu could finish speaking, the Taoist Supervisor shook his head, "No way. To serve the Rimang Taoist priests depends half on hard work and half on talent. There is no one who has been born in the past ten thousand years. Who can guarantee that in the next thousand years?" Will they appear within a few days? Even if they appear, they can only be one or two, and they can't compete with the entire demon clan. As for uniting the demon clan, it is even more ridiculous. You see, the demon clan's unrest is becoming more and more frequent, just because they heard about the demon clan. I can’t wait to be a slave of the demons again.”

"Do you have a better idea?"

The Taoist priest who oversees the furnace turned around again, his stern eyes reflecting the blazing fire, "There is no other way but to face a long war again like it was 130,000 years ago. All the Nine Dao Tutors should be prepared to escape and give the most precious Why does the Taoist tradition decline? Because no matter how long the peace is, there is no pressure in the heart. How can a great Taoist priest like the first generation of the Three Patriarchs emerge only when their demise is imminent? Be prepared, nine out of ten Taoist priests may be wiped out by the demons, and the few remaining people will be the fire that remains. Even if there is only one person left, it will eventually light up again."

Mu Xingqiu bowed in greeting, not because he agreed with the other party's statement, but because he admired these people who were already thinking about the battle between Dao and Demon.

The Taoist priest smiled, "I hope my nonsense will not affect your magic weapon - never mind it, maybe you will make a demon-slaying sword because of it."

The two exchanged Taoist gifts, and Mu Xingqiu returned to the upper echelons of society. This time he persisted until the end.

For seven hours, it was already early morning outside. Three Pangshan disciples walked out of the small cave, nodded to each other, and walked downstairs one by one without speaking.

The three Taoist priests built a model out of Zimo sacred mud, poured molten water into it, and formed it automatically. The demon elixir softened and turned into a sword hilt. The entire sword was wrapped in the mud, and nothing was exposed. Only the general shape could be seen.

Yang Qingyin refined a dagger that was just over two feet tall. ash.c She held it in her hand, weighed it twice, and said with a smile, "It must look like me."

Fangfang's magic sword was long and slender. Yang Qingyin said, "Your magic sword is also like you."

Mu Xingqiu took the mud-wrapped magic sword and frowned slightly, "It's not what I expected."

Yang Qingyin laughed loudly, "Perhaps it indicates your future appearance - just like Lin Sa, a tall and strong fat man."

Fangfang couldn't help but laugh.

The sword held in Mu Xingqiu's hand is nearly four feet long and more than three inches wide. It does not look like a magic sword commonly used by Taoist priests, but more like a slashing weapon used by the Xuanfu Army to charge into battle.

The Taoist Supervisor smiled and said: "This is the magic sword you need. It is not very common, but it is definitely suitable for you. You will like it when you crack the mud."

The Taoist priest gently brushed the surface of the mud with his fingers and thought for a while, "It probably requires more demon seeds than other magic weapons."

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