Sovereign to Immortality

In the water-filled room above the Xishan Mountain, Ding Rulan still refines the yin and cold spring water in this teapot.

Whenever she refines a drop of yin cold spring, she can clearly feel a cold and refreshing breath flowing through the body. She can even feel that the spiritual power in the body seems to become more comfortable after the fusion of this breath, even The cultivation is growing, and even the dark injuries caused by the previous practice of practicing Lei Shen Shentong are gradually healed.

This feeling made Ding Rulan quite a feeling of wanting to stop, especially after Yang Junshan left, when Ding Rulan refining the yin cold spring for the second time, the time did not reach the time of Yang Junshan, but the result was not only Discomfort, even the growth she made was a bit faster than the first time.

Perhaps even the teacher did not think that his physique would be so compatible with the yin cold spring. After all, the teacher once said that the water he practiced was not proficient in his own way, so he himself was also groping himself. It’s not good. The thunder and magic of forcing cultivation and physique are not compatible with the meridians. But now the yin-cold spring is too close to oneself, and it can be refining with almost no effort. The teacher’s embarrassment is more like It is kind of just in case.

In this kind of pleasure that can clearly feel the growth of cultivation, Ding Rulan slowly shortens the interval of Yang Junshan’s deliberate time, but never finds out that there are more and more cold springs with her refining The skin under her clothes has gradually become a layer of cyan color like ice crystal.

Until she refining the thirty-sixth yin cold spring, Ding Rulan, who was still trying to lift her hand, once again raised her hand and pulled out a drop of yin cold spring from the iced teapot, but suddenly heard a "squeaky" sound, like The frozen ice layer is cracking, her arms are not lifted as before, but the spiritual power of the body is flowing from the hands.

not good!

When Ding Rulan flashed a thought in his heart, he realized that the spiritual power that emerged from the body was far more powerful than before. What’s worse, because her arm suddenly became stiff, the spirit that emerged was not Accurately close the ice of the spout, but directly hit the iced teapot.

"Takakkaca..."

The ice layer on the surface of the teapot was suddenly crushed. The whole body was first hit by the spirit room, then rebounded and then fell back to the ground, even rolling towards the center of the spirit room. After a few rolls, then "咕咚" fell into the eye of a fountain that was drawn from a vein.

Ding Rulan’s eyes were so big that his heart was a big disaster this time. He was quick to stand up and want to fish out the teapot from the spring.

Unexpectedly, this movement was also called "Takaka". Her body was stiff and difficult to move. The force that could emerge from the body was still there, even if Ding Rulan was brought over.

But she even found out more serious things. Although she turned to the ground, she still kept the posture of the meditation in the previous cultivation. The whole person looked like a sculpture. At this time, she only I noticed that her hands had turned into green and ice crystals, and her heart suddenly became awkward, but at this time she could not even open her mouth.

"咕噜噜"

Ding Rulan, who is lying on the ground, can still hear the sound, and can follow the sound, but he is seeing a splash in the spring, and the dark passage is broken. This is the cold spring in the teapot that leaked out in the spring. Lingquan is mixed together. At this time, it is impossible to get back the teapot and get back to the yin cold spring.

Just as Ding Rulan was still annoyed, he suddenly found that the water in the spring was rolling, and the water vapor suddenly began to increase, and even a strong white steam emerged.

Although Ding Rulan can't move, but his heart is curious, this place is not a thing of yin, how can it look like it is now a pot.

But immediately she heard a subtle "squeaky" sound from her body, Ding Rulan turned her eyes, and suddenly she was horrified to discover that the white mist had emerged from the spring, and then began to touch her body. Condensed into layers of white ice crystals and began to spread towards her body.

It was not until this time that Ding Rulan rang her situation at this time. She was stiff and the whole person was frozen from the inside out like an ice sculpture. At this time, it was covered by a layer of white water vapor.

Is this going to die...

Ding Rulan found that she was about to die, but her thoughts and eyes were still not affected at all. She watched as the ice layer on her body became thicker and thicker until there was only one human figure on the ground...

In the oven, on the opened copper-coloured refining furnace, a pair of gloves that look like the palm of the hand are playing with each other. The two little squirrels are each licked on the five fingers of a glove. Jumping and chasing each other, whenever one of them is about to catch up, the other glove will move backwards, and then it will be a "squeaky" sound like a clash of each other, as the two squirrels chase each other. The speed is getting faster and faster, the frequency of the two gloves hitting the palm is getting faster and faster, and the sound is getting denser.

Xiao Zhenren looked at the two gloves chasing each other in the sky, with a trace of horror in his eyes, saying: "Congratulations to the teacher and refining a treasure, congratulations to Yang Daoyou for his magic weapon."

Yang Junshan quickly said: "This is the best of the seven treasures of the refining tools, oh, no, in the future, it will be called 'eight treasures predecessors'!"

"Ha ha ha ha..."

Qibao real person, oh no, Babao real person first smirked and laughed. Obviously, he was extremely satisfied with the success of this magic weapon. However, Babao real person is a person who has experienced a big squad and appreciates himself. After a few moments of work, he quickly recovered from the previous satisfaction. He said: "Yang Daoyou still puts the magic weapon first. Now there are many people in Nantianmen Square who have noticed the vision of the treasure. ”

"Oh?"

Although Yang Junshan was somewhat puzzled, he still reached out. This pair of flesh-colored gloves made a spin in the air, then flew toward his outstretched hands and straightened his hands, like the same. A thin film is generally not the same as his palm if you don't look carefully.

This pair of gloves was worn in the hands of his hands, Dantian, a pair of little squirrels appeared out of the sky.

Shan Jun’s scorpion spirit saw the presence of other things in the sacred tiger. The skull on the side of the mountain slammed up and suddenly screamed, as if to declare his position and divide the sphere of influence.

The pair of little squirrels appeared on the huge peaks of the sky. They had not carefully observed the new land of the foot, and they were shocked by the smashing of the mountains and tigers.

Sitting in the mountains and tigers, a pair of bronze bells and big tigers reveal a faint color, it seems that they are looking down on these two small points.

Unexpectedly, the pair of little squirrels were angered by the scorpion's scorpion. The small bodies of the two little guys shuttled fast on the huge peaks. Soon they left the mountain and the tiger, in the air. In the dexterous leap, one grabbed the long tail of the mountain tiger, and one of the dexterous ones turned around in the air to avoid the giant mouth of the mountain tiger, scratching his head. One.

Is this still ok?

As the hero of Yang Junshan's life, the sense of being a tiger suddenly felt that his authority was greatly provoked. He immediately jumped from the ground, and the huge head slammed the squirrel on the head, and then turned and turned toward Another squirrel on the tail rushed over.

The squirrel that was flying on the head volleyed and fell on the ground, and the squirrel on the tail was like a flash, avoiding the giant mouth of the mountain tiger between the lightning and the fire.

Sitting on the mountain tiger, the more angry, the huge body rushed toward the two squirrels, but it is not as big as the two squirrels, and the two squirrels have a tacit understanding, you come to me and actually sit on the mountain. Wolverine.

In the middle of the top of the mountain peak, the pangolin was lazy and lying on the broken handle. Looking at the scene that was not far away, he snorted and said, "It’s a stupid tiger!"

After a while, the Son of the Mountain and the Spirit finally realized that he would not have the upper hand, so the tiger screamed out of the battle group, but the two squirrels could not stop it.

But seeing it return to its former position, let the two squirrels go to the provocation but they are indifferent. If the two squirrels come forward, it will only sweep a tiger's tail, forcing the two little squirrels to turn and flee. For a time, no one dared to find anyone else's trouble. The two little squirrels began to build shelters at a distance further from the top of the mountain, and the squirrel seemed to default to the existence of two squirrels.

The pangolin spirits disappeared without any excitement and closed their eyes to continue to sleep. From beginning to end, no matter whether it was a mountain tiger or two small squirrels, they did not dare to provoke it.

Yang Junshan feels the pair of gloves that have been worn on his hands, and praises: "The skill is the same as that of human skin. It is the presence of the younger generation who can't detect it."

Babao real people laughed: "Yang Xiaoyou praised, now the magic weapon has been completed, but there is no name, Xiaoyou may wish to set a name, and the old man has not worked hard for three years."

"Really!"

Yang Junshan nodded and said slightly: "This pair of gloves is a pair of silver palms, which itself contains the power of space. According to the younger generation, it is called 'silver space'!"

Babao real people nodded and said: "It is also appropriate, this 'silver air' is the shell of the top quality magic, but its own spirit is only equivalent to the treasure, the power is not satisfactory, but as long as The little friend concentrates on the birth, and in the future, the spirituality increases, and the power of the magic weapon naturally follows."

Yang Junshan sincerely said: "Thank you for your advice."

Babao real people laughed and said: "If the old man guesses well, Yang Xiaoyou's practice should be the Taoist inheritance?"

Yang Junshan gave a slight glimpse, but he heard that Babao real person seemed to recognize that his cultivation and inheritance was extraordinary. He continued: "In general, the magical fertility of the magic weapon is naturally the grade of the monk's own practice. The higher the better, the little friends only need to be well-prepared. In the future, this kind of object can not only be upgraded to the extent of matching with the top quality, but may not even have further possibilities in the future."

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