Mysterious world: I live forever by hanging up!

It is not difficult to refine a magic weapon

The difficult thing is how to let it produce a good spiritual wisdom!

Whether the weapon spirit is strong or not is directly related to the strength of the magic weapon. This is the most critical and important step. Artifact refiners from all major sects often choose to bury the semi-finished magic weapon in the spirit vein, and use the spiritual energy of the spirit vein to wash it away. Accumulation allows it to give birth to the spirit of the instrument.

However, this method has many disadvantages!

Firstly, the time required is too long, ranging from three to five years to decades, which is not something ordinary people can afford.

Secondly, a lot of spiritual energy needs to be absorbed during the breeding process of Qiling, and the spiritual veins of ordinary sects are not enough to cultivate them. Only the real great sects have the background to do this, so the price of magic weapons remains high.

Of course, many magic monks have also found another way!

They have created many bloody magical weapons, and they only need to sacrifice one hundred million people to give birth to the spirits, but the methods are a bit cruel.

The bone psychic shield is also a magic weapon for the defense of the magic way!

It's just that it doesn't need to sacrifice the flesh and blood of others, it only devours the bone marrow essence and blood of its master.

"Bone marrow essence and blood, right? Come on, I want to see how much you can swallow!"

Wei Han sneered, decisively manipulated the magic weapon of the shield and began to devour it.

"Cuckoo!"

Waves of strange suction came from the middle dantian.

Not only a large amount of spiritual energy was swallowed by the magic weapon of the shield, but even the bones and flesh on his left arm withered away quickly, and a large amount of bone marrow essence and blood were sucked brutally.

"hiss!"

Wei Han gasped in pain.

But before he could react, the undead system had already restored his left arm to its original state!

The magic weapon shield continued to devour, and the system continued to be repaired.

After coming and going, the bone psychic shield became more and more excited. It didn't know how much powerful energy and blood had accumulated inside it. These energies began to gradually change under the conversion of runes.

In the past, it took ten or eight years of warming in the spirit veins to evolve the spirit of the weapon!

At this moment, the evolution time has been shortened by more than a thousand times and a hundred times.

In less than an hour, Wei Han had already sensed a strange fluctuation.

It was born from the center of the big formation hidden in the deepest part of the bone psychic shield, where groups of energy and blood gathered, as if an egg was gestating life in the dark.

"Is the spirit of the weapon conceived like this? It's really amazing!"

Wei Han couldn't help feeling very emotional, and at the same time became more motivated.

He frantically urged the bone psychic shield to suck his own bone marrow and blood essence, and even though his arm withered again and again, he never moved in the slightest.

If it were someone else who wanted to use this magic weapon to give birth to a spirit, without sacrificing decades of life, he would have to swallow countless pills to supplement blood essence, but Wei Han squeezed the wool of the system at zero cost. It's so beautiful!

Half a day passed by in a flash.

After Wei Han was drained hundreds of times, the bone psychic shield finally sent out an ignorant and satisfied feedback, just like a baby was full of milk, and the power emanating from the shield was stronger than before More than a few times.

"Third-level junior, not bad!"

Seeing this, Wei Han immediately laughed.

At this time, his natal defense magic weapon finally took shape.

From then on, it only needs to continuously supply it with spiritual energy, bone marrow and blood, and then continuously incorporate some powerful ore spiritual materials, so that it will continue to be powerful and upgraded.

Moreover, the magic weapon cultivated in this way is connected with his mind, and its power is often several times that of the magic weapon of the same level, which is definitely very cost-effective.

Of course, everything has advantages and disadvantages!

Although it is powerful, it is a big flaw that it communicates with the master's mind.

Once the natal magic weapon is destroyed or seriously injured, the owner will be implicated, which will damage the monk's mind. This is why many people would rather sell the natal magic weapon than refine the natal magic weapon.

"call!"

Satisfied, Wei Han allowed the shield to take root in his middle dantian.

He casually put away the Shuiyuedongtian formation that he had arranged.

Xiaoqing and Xiaozi were still serving at the side, and they both couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw that he was out of customs and in a good mood.

"Young Master!" Xiao Qing bowed and reported, "Jian Chengye and Lu Yan are outside the courtyard, do you want to see them?"

"oh?"

Wei Han's consciousness swept out impressively.

The two people who were waiting at the gate of the courtyard suddenly trembled.

I haven't seen the two of them for a few years, and they have changed a lot. Jian Chengye is wearing a light green robe, and his cultivation base has unknowingly broken through to the early stage of Golden Core. Obviously, he gained a lot of money and spent a lot of resources to break through during the migration.

As for Lu Yan, he also broke through to the foundation building stage, and took advantage of the opportunity to join Qingnanzong Changsheng Peak as an outer sect deacon!

His cultivation base is a little impetuous, and he has also practiced the way of body training. It seems that his aura is several times stronger than before, which shows that he has lived quite well in recent years.

But how terrifying is Wei Han's consciousness?

He swept across with a momentum that was more than a hundred times that of Jian Chengye, and instantly made the two of them stiffen and their eyes lost their minds. It seemed that they had lost control of their bodies for a moment, as if they had met a boss in the Nascent Soul Stage. People couldn't even help trembling.

"come in!"

Wei Han's gentle voice sounded like jade.

The domineering aura slowly dissipated, and the two of them returned to their senses as if they had just woken up from a dream. There was a touch of awe on their faces, and they walked towards the small courtyard with lowered eyebrows.

"Meet the Holy Son!"

Before Jian Chengye arrived, he had already saluted respectfully.

Wei Han stopped him casually, and said, "Now I'm not the Holy Son, so there's no need to be so polite!"

"Holy Son is polite." Jian Chengye loudly expressed his loyalty: "You will always be the Holy Son in our eyes, and it will be difficult for anyone to shake your position in our hearts."

"Hehe!" Wei Han laughed dumbfounded, and joked slightly: "You are also a Jindan stage real person now, why are you so humble?"

"The disciple is overwhelmed by the demeanor of the Holy Son, it has nothing to do with strength." Jian Chengye argued again, but his heart was very clear.

He is just an ordinary Golden Core cultivator, and at most he is better than ordinary casual cultivators. Compared with Wei Han, a Golden Core who was born as a holy son of a sect, he is completely different from heaven!

When the two started to fight, one blow from the opponent was enough to knock him out of his wits!

Therefore, he seems to be at the same level, but he dare not have the slightest presumptuousness and arrogance.

"Okay, let's all sit down!" Wei Han waved his hand nonchalantly, motioning for Xiaoqing and Xiaozi to serve tea, and the three of them sitting in the gazebo in the small courtyard and drinking tea are unavoidably embarrassing.

There is no sun and moon in cultivating immortals!

It hasn't been so easy in a few years, right?

"Why did you come here? Tell me straight!" Wei Han put down his teacup and looked at Lu Yan. This guy has a temperament that can't hide anything. He has a gloomy face since he came here, obviously something happened.

Lu Yan opened his mouth to speak but stopped, and finally couldn't help complaining: "It's not Lei Xiuming, a bastard, what a fucking bad luck!"

"Oh? Lei Xiuming?"

Wei Han narrowed his eyes and thought of this person, isn't he the third holy son who survived the migration?