Immortal Creation

"More money?" Zhu Xuanji laughed, "That's easy to say!"

But then, when Zheng Shuangou reported the specific number of spirit stones, Zhu Xuanji's expression changed.

He looked stunned and expressed with his eyes - are you serious?

Therefore, in the second discussion, because Zheng Shuanggou's price was too high, the two parties could not reach an agreement. They could only argue that they would go back and think about it again, and agreed on a specific time for the third discussion.

"The cultivation families in these places..." Zhu Xuanzhi gritted his teeth secretly.

After the recruitment order, his pressure doubled.

More and more monks are pouring into the Fire Persimmon City, and the City Lord's Mansion has successfully "recruited" several golden elixir monks with profound knowledge in mechanism arts.

These Jindan monks entered the Lava Immortal Palace and cooperated closely with each other to pursue Zhu Xuanzhi.

The gap between the two sides is rapidly shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhu Xuanji knew very well that this was actually a trick of the Meng family. They used this method to recruit people and help Meng Kui compete for the Lava Immortal Palace.

The Meng family needs the Lava Immortal Palace to encroach on the entire Fire Persimmon Immortal City!

Zhu Xuanji's plan is to recall the lost Jindan mechanism puppet Demon General.

And by tracing the source of the secret, he saw that the Demon General's trap was lost deep inside the Fire Persimmon Mountain. There is the royal court of the Fire Melting Demonic Ape Group. There is a Jindan-level Demonic Ape King, and it cannot be ruled out that there are other Jindan-level Demonic Apes.

Under such circumstances, Zhu Xuanji alone would never be able to take away the puppet demon general.

Therefore, he discussed with the Zhou family, the Zheng family, and the Ning family to use the power of five Jindan monks to go deep into the Fire Persimmon Mountain, storm the lair of the Huorong Demon Ape, and recapture the mechanism puppet Demon General.

The first negotiation failed, and the second negotiation also suffered setbacks...

Zhu Xuanji was a master of magic. He thought for a while and then thought about it: "The three golden elixir families are stalling for time."

"After all, if you go deep into the Fire Persimmon Mountain with me, you will risk your life."

"They want to confirm whether they still have a chance on another route. If the chance is high, they will not agree to take risks with me."

"Looking at it this way, the renovation teams of the three companies must have made big moves."

Zhou family.

Underground lobby.

All members of the modification teams from the three families gathered together and listened carefully to the "Onimushin Weapon Training Technique" taught to them by Zheng Hua.

"Remember, running this technique will cut off 30% of your soul. During this period, you will experience extremely severe pain."

"Our clan has prepared corresponding elixirs for you. If you can't bear it, you can swallow one to relieve the pain."

"But I don't advise you to do this."

"Because the severe pain shows the close connection between souls. Maintaining this connection will be very helpful for the subsequent forging of Oniwu."

"But if you swallow the elixir, this connection will be greatly weakened. Even if Oniwu is created, it will not be incomparable with our body."

"Of course, you still have to take the medicine when it's time to swallow it."

"If you pass out from the pain, the consequences will be even more serious!"

Zheng Hua explained in detail, then took out his ghost weapon and showed it to everyone.

After that, he asked a monk from the Zheng family's renovation team to cut his soul in public, consume his soul power, and condense his own ghost power.

After everyone understood and mastered this special forging technique, some began to forge weapons.

"It hurts, my God!" The first person to try, under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, refused to take the medicine.

So, he rolled his eyes and passed out.

Fortunately, Zheng Hua and others were paying close attention and saw that the trend was not good, so they took action in advance.

The monk who fainted was quickly stabilized by their treatment, and his life was not affected by the backlash.

Seeing the vivid cases in front of them and the bloody lessons, the rest of the modification team monks chose conservative strategies.

Once they really can't bear it anymore, they will just swallow the pill.

"Ah——!" Ning Yong shouted, shouting at the top of his lungs, but he refused to take the pill.

On the contrary, after Ning Chen felt the pain of being separated from his soul, he immediately moved his throat and swallowed the pill under his tongue.

Ning Zhuo carefully considered the essence but did not take action.

He looked at the other geniuses.

Zheng Jian is a member of the Zheng family and has long used the Onimushin Weapon training technique. He displayed a bow and arrow Oniwu in public.

Zhou Zhu and Zhou Zeshen used their skills one after another. Zhou Zhu groaned, while Zhou Zeshen frowned and his face was distorted. The two of them held on without taking any medicine.

Ning Xiaohui looked at Ning Zhuo and sneered: "How long do you have to wait? Are you scared? Ning Zhuo!"

Ning Zhuo smiled: "You are the main line of the Ning family, and I am just a branch. Of course I want you to come first. Otherwise, if you lose to me again, wouldn't it be an embarrassment to the entire main line?"

Being squeezed by Ning Zhuo, Ning Xiaohui burst into laughter this time.

She showed off a ghost sword in front of everyone: "Open your dog eyes and take a good look at what this is!"

Seeing this scene, Zhou Zeshen's pupils shrank, and he was even more sure that the Ning family and the Zheng family were very close and had already cooperated in advance.

Ning Zhuo was slightly startled, then sneered: "You got the training secret in advance, but you only used it for yourself and forgot about all our other modification team members."

"You made it secretly and swallowed the elixir secretly, so no one knew about it. Miao, you did a very good job."

Ning Xiaohui's face turned pale with anger: "How outrageous! You are just a branch, but you dare to slander the main line at will."

Ning Zhuo: "Then you have to prove to everyone that you didn't secretly take any medicine when you were training Gui Wu."

Ning Xiaohui was about to refute it, but Ning Xie finally couldn't stand it anymore: "That's enough! There's no need to argue on this point. Ning Zhuo, why aren't you using your skills?"

"Perhaps you need me to help you?"

Ning Zhuo laughed, stopped talking nonsense, and started training in public.

His body was slightly shaken, and 30% of his soul was cut off, which was heartbreaking. But on the surface, he just frowned, and his eyes remained firm, without wavering at all.

"I am done, I am done!"

"Look at my Oniwu hammer, uh, why is it so small?"

"I obviously wanted to make a sharp sword, but why did I end up with a knife?"

Zheng Jian, Zheng Hua and others witnessed the results of various ghost and martial arts training. Their expressions did not change, as they had expected it.

This technique requires cutting off 30% of the soul body, and then consuming the soul power to condense and forge the ghost weapon.

If the monk's soul is not strong enough and the soul power is weak, the ghost weapon created will be much smaller than planned.

"Um?!"

"what's the situation!"

"Ning Zhuo, you, this, this..."

Ning Zhuo succeeded in training, and there was a ghost ax floating in front of him.

The ax was so huge that it was like tearing down a door.

Such a huge ghost ax was in sharp contrast to the pocket-sized ghost weapons of the people around him.

Zheng Jian and Ning Xiaohui's ghost martial arts were compared in an instant. Their Onimusu body shape is just normal.

"Brother Zhuo is so powerful!" Ning Yong was the first to cheer.

Soon, the monks from the Ning family branch were laughing and shouting, feeling happy and congratulating Ning Zhuo from the bottom of their hearts.

Zhou Zeshen looked at the normal-sized soul fan in his hand and couldn't help but ask: "Brother Ning, why is your soul so powerful and vast?"

"Thanks to the contribution of the monks of the Soul-Eating Sect." Of course, Ning Zhuo did not say what was in his heart, but said, "I have only gradually realized it recently - after every exploration of the Immortal Palace, the soul is consumed. When the soul is fully recovered, , it seems that the total amount is a bit more than before.”

Everyone was speechless.

After a few breaths of silence, someone suddenly asked: "Brother Ning Zhuo, what is your talent?"

"I don't know either." Ning Zhuo spread his hands.

His undetected talent is his best and most convenient excuse!

Ning Xiaohui snorted coldly and turned away.

After having Guiwu, Zheng Hua distributed various types of elixirs, mainly used to heal the soul or speed up the recovery of the soul.

Later, under the guidance of another elder of the Zheng family, everyone actively practiced the use of ghost weapons.

After that, there is the refinement of mechanism skills, the practice of the three major tactics, etc.

After a few days like this.

The renovation team has been given a completely new look! The combat power has improved by leaps and bounds!

The heads of the three families urged again and again, and the modification team went to the Immortal Palace without rest.

Lava Asgard.

The puppets arrived at the first door.

They lined up and received the rewards in an orderly manner.

Everyone moves quickly and without thinking. This is because the options and quantities for receiving rewards have been discussed and stipulated long ago.

Room 1, Room 2, and Room 3.

"No trap ape found!" the crowd cheered.

They happily entered the first dressing room.

The monks had a clear division of labor, and headed by Ning Zhuo and Zheng Jian, they worked hard to make various mechanical creations.

Room No. 4, Room 5, and Room 6.

In the second preparation room, the monks purchased higher-standard materials and made another part.

Room No. 7, Room 8!

The golden-blooded war ape Dasheng appears.

"Finally we met."

"Room 8 is much deeper than we imagined."

"We will win this battle!"

The three families are united and have great morale.

Yuan Dasheng roared and rushed towards the crowd.

The three families are united and on full alert, as if facing a formidable enemy!

"Thunder Crossbow, shoot for me!" Zheng Jianduan shouted.

In the team, the eight-bed ballistas were activated instantly, and arrows were shrouded in a layer of thunder and shot out.

Eight bolts of lightning shot straight out, hitting the Golden Blood Battle Ape Da Sheng.

The movement of Golden Blood War Ape Dasheng stopped suddenly, and he was pierced by eight eight-foot-long arrows that were surrounded by electric light. The arrows were like spears, deeply embedded in the floor tiles, fixing Yuan Dasheng in place.

Yuan Dasheng struggled, but the result was that he was convulsed by the strong current, and the broken mechanism parts leaked from the wounds on his body.

"S-succeeded!"

"Hahaha, I didn't expect it to be a one-hit kill."

"The Thunder Crossbow is really great. Although it can only be fired once, it is extremely powerful and really worth the money."

The crowd cheered.

"Quickly, quickly dismantle the trap monkey."

"Don't let the current destroy the inside anymore, we need to collect more information!"

Several monks stepped forward quickly.

boom!