The last step in refining the magic weapon is to immediately identify the owner with the essence and blood after the infusion is completed, and then inhale it into the body and continue to warm it with elixir fire, so that the runes on it gradually connect together to form a talisman array.
This step is crucial. If it cannot be inhaled into the body in time, the runes that have just been imbued will gradually lose their effectiveness until they return to the state of a top-quality magic weapon with only four runes.
When the magic weapon is absorbed into the body and warmed for a few days, the talisman array will be completely formed and there will be no need to worry about it retreating. Only then can the monks take it out and use it.
Yuan Ming sat cross-legged on the lotus platform and closed his eyes to look inside. He saw that on the soul-killing sword wrapped in elixir fire, the five runes were running smoothly without any conflict between them.
He realized that this time he made the right bet!
The "curse" rune is also a Yin-attribute rune, which fits in with the other runes on the Soul-Destroying Sword.
Although there were many twists and turns, Yuan Ming finally succeeded in refining the Soul-Destroying Sword into a magic weapon. As soon as he thought of this, Yuan Ming, who was sitting on the lotus platform, felt that the fatigue of these days had been swept away, and he could no longer contain the excitement in his heart.
I couldn't help but burst out laughing.
…
A few days later, Lingming Tower.
This building is located in the upper part of Lingfeng City. It is a teahouse built by the Lingfu Sect specifically for the Danjie monks. It is divided into three floors, each with a different purpose.
The first floor is a spacious hall, where the Lingfu Sect has set up many counters. Some are responsible for receiving tasks, some are responsible for selling elixirs, and some are specifically responsible for recording and exchanging talisman points for elders.
Although most of the things here are linked to the identity of the elders of the Lingfu Sect, the Lingfu Sect does not mind those who are unwilling to join and use the facilities here.
Especially for the missions they posted during the pill formation period, apart from some of them requiring the status of a guest elder, others can be accepted even by casual cultivators who form pills.
Of course, if a casual cultivator takes it, the final reward will be less than that of the elder Keqing, and there will be no additional rewards of rune points.
The second floor of Lingming Building is a tearoom for the monks to relax and communicate. The interior is magnificently decorated, and the walls and roof are inlaid with special moonstones, which can emit a soft but not dazzling light.
No matter whether there is light outside or not, it is always brightly lit here.
Various spiritual teas and spiritual incense are also available to the alchemy monks as if they are free of charge. There are even many Lingfu Sect disciples serving as attendants here. Each of them is proficient in music, chess, poetry and painting, except for cultivation.
Questions, no matter what the seniors of Jiedan ask, they can tell you one, two, three.
It can be said that the Lingfu Sect has really worked hard to win over the people.
The third floor of Lingming Building is a small trading place. Every once in a while, trading fairs are held between the alchemy monks. The scale is not large, but the things taken out are not ordinary.
Over the years, Yuan Ming has been in and out of this place frequently. Now that he came back, he was already familiar with the road. As soon as he stepped onto the second floor, he saw several familiar alchemy monks sitting inside, chatting and laughing.
When he approached, a tall and thin male cultivator with slender limbs and a light stubble on his face was talking about his experience of straying into a secret place. Seeing Yuan Ming coming over, he nodded slightly.
, did not stop talking.
This person's name is Feng Qi, and he is a casual cultivator from the Zhao Kingdom. After forming the elixir, he joined the Lingfu Sect as a guest elder. He is a very eloquent and familiar monk who often appears in Lingming Tower.
At the party, he had a good relationship with Yuan Ming and helped him introduce many Taoist friends.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
As soon as Yuan Ming sat down, he heard a male cultivator's voice with a strange accent coming from the side. When he looked up, he saw a powerful and muscular man with deep eyes and a high nose. His right arm seemed to be injured. Not only was it wrapped with a bandage,
There was also an ointment with a strong herbaceous smell smeared underneath.
"Yaxian Daoist, how did you get this arm? Why is it so serious?" Yuan Ming asked in surprise.
Yaxian opened her mouth and was about to answer something when Feng Qi's voice suddenly came from beside her.
"Oh, it's unlucky to say that this was caused by a third-level monster when I and fellow Taoist Yaxian went out to look for medicine. At that time, we only thought that three of them came, but who knew that there was also an intermediate level one?
Hiding in the dark, he gave me a blow without warning. Fortunately, Ya helped me block it first, otherwise Brother Yuan, you wouldn't have been able to see me talking here today." Feng Qi said, touching himself with lingering fear.
neck, and then patted Yaxian's shoulder gratefully.
"It's a small matter." Yaxian said calmly.
"By the way, where have you been, Brother Yuan? You didn't come to the last trade fair, but a few Taoist friends from other cities happened to come that day and brought out a lot of good things. It's a pity that you didn't come."
Seven said.
"I just retreated for a period of time. If I miss the trade fair, I will miss it. I haven't been lacking anything recently." Yuan Ming explained.
"Really? There's not even a shortage of elixirs? I told you that one of the people who came that day got a lot of elixirs from Shengye Sect from nowhere. In order to fight for those bottles of elixirs, several fellow Taoists almost came to an end.
It's really exciting." Feng Qi clicked his tongue and said.
Yuan Ming raised his eyebrows, but he wasn't too surprised.
There is a shortage of spiritual grass in the Black Wind Desert, and there has always been a shortage of elixirs. The shortage of elixirs in the elixir-formation stage is particularly serious. No matter which store it is, the elixirs in the elixir-formation stage are in short supply, and the prices are very high.
The price is frighteningly high, and ordinary alchemy monks simply cannot afford it.
Ordinary elixirs are scarce, let alone elixirs from major alchemy sects like the Shengye Sect.
"That is indeed a pity, but then again, even if I participated, I probably wouldn't be able to buy a few bottles due to my limited financial resources." Yuan Ming sighed.
He was indeed worried about the elixirs. After two years of consumption, the elixirs seized from Elder Hai and Mr. Guo's storage bags had bottomed out, and now even the insect elixirs in the elixir stage were on the market.
It was so rare that he couldn't pick it up even if he wanted to.
Hearing this, Feng Qi suddenly laughed and asked: "Speaking of which, Brother Yaxian and I found a lot of spiritual herbs last time. If we could refine them into elixirs, they would probably be enough for five people. It's a pity that
With those third-level monsters guarding it, we're afraid we won't be able to get it back.
Yuan Ming suddenly understood, and immediately laughed and cursed: "Okay, so you are waiting for me here."
"Hey, Brother Yuan, don't be upset. In fact, I wanted to go with you from the beginning. Who knew you would suddenly go into seclusion? However, although we stumbled on those third-level monsters,
Brother Yuan, you don’t have to worry too much. I’m fully prepared for this move, and I’ve also invited a Taoist friend who is in the middle stage of the Dan Formation to accompany me. As long as I have Brother Yuan’s help, this trip will be absolutely foolproof.
." Feng Qi blinked at Yuan Ming and said with a smile.
Yuan Ming pondered for a moment, but did not immediately agree: "What kind of third-level monster Brother Feng mentioned is it?"
"They are four poisonous knife locusts, one big and three small. One of them has been seriously injured by us. Although he is not dead, he probably won't be able to fight anymore." Feng Qi replied.
The Poison Knife Locust is a kind of insect monster unique to the Black Wind Desert. It looks like a locust, but has two huge tentacles that are like machetes but as thin as cicada wings. The tentacles are highly poisonous and will corrode.
The person who was hit must immediately cut off the flesh and blood of the wound to prevent the poison from spreading, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.
Yuan Ming nodded: "In that case, I will accompany Brother Feng on this journey, but I don't know where those spiritual herbs are."
Feng Qi smiled and uttered three words: "Buried Soul Abyss."
…
In the sky, dark clouds looked like a city wall, bursts of thunder sounded like war drums, and the dull atmosphere made people even breathless.
The rolling sand dunes invariably cut off and collapsed at a certain point, as if someone had slashed diagonally with a long sword, gouging out the "flesh and blood" of the earth, leaving a "wound" that spread for countless thousands of miles.
The "wound" is a low-lying depression with long stretches of yellow sand all the way down the steep slope until it falls into places where the sun cannot shine and into the chilling darkness.
The cold wind rolled over the sand, carrying sand and dust, and roared at the bottom of the valley. The sound was miserable and sharp, like the wail of an innocent soul, and it sent chills down one's spine.
Four streams of light broke through the wind and sand, came from the southwest, and stopped at the edge of the valley.
As the light dispersed, Yuan Ming and four others appeared, seemingly because they had been here before. The three people except Yuan Ming had long been accustomed to the scene here, but this was the first time Yuan Ming saw such a dangerous place.
I couldn't help but sigh.
"No wonder this place is called Soul Burial. It really looks like an underworld."
Hearing this, a middle-aged monk next to him, who had a fair and handsome face but some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, smiled slightly and said, "According to what Fellow Daoist Yuan said, wouldn't it be true that the few of us who come here are falling into a trap and are being seduced by others?"
Feng Qi rubbed his arms exaggeratedly: "Ah, Brother Fang, please stop scaring me. Look at my hair standing on end at the words."
After saying this, he and the monk named Fang laughed at the same time, which relieved the cold atmosphere around them.
Yuan Ming shook his head helplessly and laughed a few times. His already less nervous mood became more relaxed.
The monk surnamed Fang, whose real name is Fang Youting, is also an elder of the Lingfu Sect. Although he looks young, he has actually been involved in the formation of pills for many years. On the surface, he is the strongest among the four Yuan Ming.
After several people laughed, Feng Qi straightened up his expression: "You two, the nest of those poisonous sword locusts is at the edge of the Soul Burial Abyss. Although Brother Yaxian and I have figured out the specific number, we are careful.
Go up to prevent another monster from sneaking up on you."
Fang Youting nodded: "Brother Feng, don't worry. With my level of consciousness, even if a third-level upper-level monster comes, I can't hide it."
Yuan Ming also agreed with his statement. In his opinion, Fang Youting's spiritual consciousness was indeed much stronger than ordinary pill-forming monks, but it was still far behind him.
The few people did not continue chatting. Feng Qi distributed some talisman pills that he had prepared in advance, and then led everyone to fly near the nest of the Poison Knife Locust.
It was a hollow under the sand. Even if there was dim light coming from the patio above, it could barely illuminate anything.
From time to time, fine pieces of yellow sand are blown by the cold wind and fall from the edge of the patio, as fine as a curtain, but they disappear again in an instant.