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This horn-like treasure is as long as an adult's hand. It is dark and shiny, covered with runes, and has many birds, insects and beasts carved on it.
Under a layer of purple-black fluorescence, those runes seemed to be floating.
And those flying birds and beasts seemed to be playing among them.
"It seems that this magic weapon has any use. It would be better if I have the opportunity to ask Fairy Yao Xi from the horn tribe for advice in the future." Qin Fengming couldn't help but said to himself while holding the black horn magic weapon.
Although Qin Fengming only tested the other three magic weapons a little, he was still surprised by the huge power revealed.
These three treasures actually had the same coercive feeling as the two Ruyi and Chaofu magic weapons he had obtained from the aggregation monk's cave in the ancient battlefield.
Although Qin Fengming rarely used Ruyi to fight against the Chao Feng magic weapon, he always carefully treasured it.
Those two magic weapons gave him a strange feeling. He felt that they were not just as simple as they appeared. Because in addition to injecting magic power and displaying huge power, there was another thing that surprised Qin Fengming, that is, the ability to drive those two magic weapons.
This treasure requires very little mana, and it feels like even a foundation-building monk can activate it.
Even Qin Fengming, who was highly skilled in weapon refining, was slightly surprised by these two treasures.
Although the three magic weapons in front of me are different from those two and require a lot of mana to be driven, the huge power they reveal is as powerful as those two.
After thinking about it, Qin Fengming had already planned to remove the horn-like magic weapon, the other three magic weapons and the small black sword, and give them all to Rong Qing, Kuang Feng and Bing'er. It would be a waste to keep such treasures in his own hands.
Because he rarely uses magic weapons when fighting with others, his own secret skills are powerful, and his body is extremely tough, so magic weapons are already considered accessories.
As for the three pieces of weapon refining materials, except for the gold and sulfur crystals, he could not identify the other two pieces. This was enough to show that they must be extremely precious things.
After looking through the several scrolls he got one by one, Qin Fengming couldn't help but laugh at himself. He didn't know the words on these scrolls. These words should all be unique to the Jiaoren tribe. It seems that he can only carefully study the characters that Fairy Yao Xi originally communicated with her.
Just give those two comparison scrolls.
When Qin Fengming picked up the jade bottle containing a certain kind of liquid and looked carefully at the dazzling blue liquid contained in the jade bottle, his eyes could not help but change from being indifferent at first to slowly changing.
I became serious, and finally became unbelievable.
"This...this...is this ice and fire liquid? This is actually ice and fire liquid."
As he murmured, Qin Fengming's face changed from shock to one of great surprise.
Ice and fire liquid is a divine object that contains strange fire attributes. The fire attribute in it is not hot energy, but an extremely cold energy. It is called ice and fire.
With a flick of his hand, the lid of the jade bottle opened, and a wisp of breath came out. Suddenly, a ball of blue flame appeared above the mouth of the jade bottle.
As soon as the flame suddenly appeared, an extremely cold aura immediately filled the surrounding area.
In the air around the jade bottle, a group of extremely small ice beads suddenly appeared. With the small blue flame as the center, it floated around the jade bottle. It was as if the air in the sky had solidified.
"Sure enough, it is ice and fire liquid. There are very few records of this kind of divine object in the low-level interface. I never thought that Qin would get such a bottle of divine object. If a few drops are integrated into the Bihun Silk, it will definitely
Let its strength greatly increase."
Looking at the strange scene revealed in front of him, Qin Fengming's eyes flashed with uncontrollable excitement.
Of course, the fire beast in the Devouring Ghost Fire contains ice and fire attributes, but its fire attribute is obviously much stronger, so the beast body it transformed into also shows the fire attribute, but among them
The ice energy contained in it should not be underestimated either.
But holding the ice and fire liquid in his hand, Qin Feng could not help but feel hopeful. If the ice and fire liquid was integrated into the body of the fire beast, would it produce any changes? It would be something to look forward to.
Putting away the ice and fire liquid, the joy in Qin Fengming's heart slowly faded.
Although he got a lot of treasures by chance this time, it would be difficult to convert these treasures into his own strength, which would take months or even years.
After allocating the treasure to Rong Qing, Qin Fengming returned to his cave again. His expression had returned to calm at this time.
He knew in his heart that it was extremely unrealistic to start refining these treasures in Chongyun Mountain.
You know, every other month, there will be a competition, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't want to participate, because if he wants to win a flag-bearing spot, he can only fight with all his strength and feed the token in the token with the blood of other monks.
That ray of soul.
Since Huangquan Palace decided on the number of flag bearers in this way, its purpose was to make everyone fight.
Looking at the black token in his hand, Qin Fengming moved the magic formula in his body, and the ghost soul emerged. However, the soul at this time was just a wisp of gray mist, and could not transform into a human form at all.
This ray of spirit showed great excitement in front of Qin Fengming, as if it had a blood connection with Qin Fengming, and showed an extreme closeness to Qin Fengming, as if it was separated from the spirit in his body.
Feeling the ghost in front of him, Qin Fengming felt a strange feeling in his heart.
Qin Fengming did not know the reason why Huangquan Palace would use this method to select the flag bearer. Even the middle-term ghost king monk of Huangquan Palace named Zhang who he captured at the beginning was also unknown.
But he always felt something was wrong in his heart.
Although the ghost could be fed without his own essence and blood, he always felt that there was something strange in it.
With his eyes twinkling, Qin Fengming moved his hand and summoned the ghost to him.
As soon as the magic formula in his body moved, a magic spell spewed out from his mouth, lingered in the air, and then disappeared towards the ghost in his hand.
As the spell entered the Yin Soul, the originally small Yin Soul suddenly grew a lot, but only for an instant, a trace of pure original soul power that was almost invisible to the naked eye came out, and was flashed by Qin Fengming.
Caught in hand.
After careful inspection, it was inhaled into Qin Fengming's body.
This wisp of original soul power is exactly what Qin Fengming contained in the drop of essence and blood he dropped into it.
Although he didn't know why Huangquan Palace wanted to use this token and needed the ghost to transform into a human form, he always felt that there was something hidden in it.
Soul methods are a category that Qin Fengming is most afraid of. Among this category, it is the most difficult to guard against. If you are not careful, you will be undone.
Therefore, he used his methods to completely erase his mark from the soul.
No matter what evil was present in Huangquan Palace, he was no longer afraid of it at this time.
Looking at the decomposed strand of soul, it had become weak and powerless at this time, as if the essence had been extracted. Qin Fengming was not worried about this. He moved his hand in the sleeve of his robe, and a fainting monk appeared in front of him.
in front of me.
It was Qin Fengming who captured one of the demon monks. With a touch of his hand, a stream of blood spurted out from the monk's wrist.
In a flash, he came into contact with that ray of spirit.