Li Daoye's eyes lit up slightly. He could get a hundred-year red fruit and five hundred low-grade spirit stones, which was beyond his expectations.
Without Fang Chen, he wouldn't have caught half a hair!
The two of them divided the things in front of Ji Congyun and others, and the number of spirit stones in Fang Chen's storage ring soared to 800.
The eight hundred low-grade spirit stones are probably not available at once.
"It's a big profit."
Master Li is very happy.
Fang Chen sighed and took out the fragments of Kanglong mace and looked at Master Li Dao: "You have made a lot of money, but I have lost a lot of money."
"this……"
Master Li took a deep breath, and the Kanglong mace of the twelve soul seals was actually broken!?
This is a magic weapon made with moon gold. If placed in the black market of Fire Flame Country, the auction price will be at least 300 to 500 low-grade spirit stones!
"What a pity..."
Master Li sighed, "Such a good magic weapon was actually destroyed..."
"There are gains and losses."
Fang Chen put away the fragments of Kanglong mace and explained to Ji Congyun:
"The two monsters inside have not been dealt with yet, so they can't send people in for a short time. Let's go back to the imperial capital first, and I will cook them together when I'm ready.
You can also prepare more staff during this time.”
"yes."
Ji Congyun nodded slightly.
Everyone returned to the imperial capital, Fang Chen and others moved directly into Ji's mansion and received the treatment of super VIPs. Ji Congyun directly gave up the courtyard where he lived, and ordered Ji Lengxing to take the servants of the Ji family to serve him at any time.
Follow the order.
"Criminal Fang, I won't get involved in the next thing. After getting Zhuguo and Spirit Stone, I will find a place to stay in seclusion and practice hard for a few years, and strive to be reborn and then return to the Fire Flame Country."
Master Li said goodbye to Fang Chen.
"There may be some good things in that place, so you are not interested?"
Fang Chen seemed to smile but not smile.
Master Li rolled his eyes and said seriously: "I can get many benefits this time, but it's all because Prince Fang's thighs are thick and strong enough. Otherwise, I would have died many times long ago.
A hundred-year-old red fruit, five hundred low-grade spirit stones, which is enough for me to use for several years, so I will not be greedy. If Prince Fang has any trouble in the future, just go to the Bagua Sect to find me.
If I help, I will never refuse.”
When Zhao Yan and Xu Ge heard this, they couldn't help but nodded secretly.
Fang Chen also put away his smile, stood up with a serious expression, and gently patted Master Li on the shoulder:
"Practice well, and I hope one day I can explore this world of practice with you."
"Looking forward to this day."
Master Li smiled and nodded, then turned around and left.
Fang Chen did not send him.
But after Master Li left, his soul left his body and followed him for a day and a night. He saw that he had left Hanshui Kingdom safely before he took back his soul.
In the next few days, Fang Chen was making purple electric talismans. Because of the exhaustion of spiritual materials, the purple electric talismans he made were all low-grade purple electric talismans, which were far less powerful than medium-grade ones.
However, the process of making talismans is his practice.
The purple electric talisman is just by the way.
After this period of trouble, the spiritual power in his body had become increasingly thicker. A few days later, he naturally condensed the eighth immortal vein.
Eighth level of Qi Refining!
In just a few months, he had been promoted from a novice cultivation to the eighth level of Qi refining, and the immortal veins he had made were also very thick and pure.
"Try the method of sacrifice and refining in the natal world."
After Fang Chen stabilized his current cultivation level, he took out the sword fetus that was highly valued by Pudu Tianzun.
The silver sword fetus was like a ball of spiritual mercury, rolling gently above Fang Chen's palm, and a bubble would appear from time to time.
"The Xuxian Sword Sect should not be weak, otherwise the Pudu Tianzun would not be afraid of letting the deity sacrifice this sword fetus, and would have to be stored in such a distant place to leave a way out for himself."
Sacrifice and refining a sword fetus is a long process. Good luck may be successful in three to five years, and bad luck may take decades. But once the sword fetus is 10% stronger, its strength will be much stronger than ordinary magic weapons.
"The sacrificial and refining method of Asakagumiya Yayoi is not of high grade. I don't know if I can sacrifice and refine this sword fetus..."
After thinking for a while, Fang Chen placed the sword body in front of him, slowly closed his eyes, and the spiritual power in his body began to operate in a special route.
Every time he runs, his eyebrows become bright red.
His spiritual power was consumed very quickly. After only five or six cycles, his spiritual power had been consumed 70% to 80%, which was faster than making purple electric talismans.
Before he knew it, a blood of essence appeared in his eyebrows.
Essence and blood, essence blood, both monks and mortals have essence and blood. The latter's essence and blood are hidden in the body, supporting the daily and nightly loss of the body.
A serious illness, deficiency of essence and blood.
Death, blood and blood are destroyed.
The stronger the person, the more the essence and blood are. For example, the martial artist, and the essence and blood of the monks are much higher than those of the same level of martial artists, just because the monks practice spiritual power.
The method of sacrifice and refining in the natal world is actually a method to force out the essence and blood in the body. It uses the essence and blood combined with spiritual power to refine an unformed magic weapon. After success, it can be turned into a natal world magic weapon.
The more essence and blood you force out each time, the faster the speed of sacrificing magic weapons will be.
But for monks, losing a drop of essence and blood can also damage the body and take some time to recover.
The spiritual power wrapped around the essence and blood, landed on the silver-white sword fetus, and a hint of redness slowly merged into the silver-white and gradually merged with it.
boom--
Fang Chen seemed to hear a loud noise. The next moment, he was as if he was in the universe full of stars, and countless stars shining lights.
“Where is this!?”
Fang Chen was stunned.
He was clearly sacrificing the sword fetus, but why did he get to such a place in a blink of an eye?
Is it an illusion?
At this moment, a loud noise came from afar. Fang Chen looked up and his face gradually showed a shock.
I saw a huge planet with cold light constantly shattering. Some of the fragments it brought about by its shattering were like meteor showers covering the sky and the sun.
Some stars were avoided and were covered with debris, and were smashed into pieces on the spot!
The huge planet peeled off, and finally revealed its core, a round silver bead!
"This... this breath is very similar to the silver-white sword body! Could it be that the sword body is made of the core of a planet!?"
Fang Chen was a little lost.
The next moment, an even more shocking scene appeared.
A huge palm appeared in the sky, slowly grasping the silver core, and then disappeared in front of Fang Chen's eyes with it.
The surroundings returned to peace.
It seems that nothing happened before.
Before Fang Chen could think about it carefully, he returned to reality. When he opened his eyes, he saw the silver sword tire flying around in front of him, more agile than before.
There seemed to be a special connection between him and the silver sword body.
“So hungry…”
"No, I am a monk. Although I am not in the realm of fasting, I won't feel hungry if I don't eat for a month or two. This is not my feeling, but... it!"
Fang Chen looked at the silver sword fetus and said tentatively: "Is it you conveying the feeling of hunger? Are you hungry?"
The silver sword feces flew to Fang Chen and then swung up and down, as if nodding.
So hungry, so hungry, so hungry!
The thoughts of the silver sword fetus were surging like a rolling wave.
"This... I have lost a drop of my essence and blood. At least you have to wait for me to recover, right?"