Chapter 879: The Drunken Immortal Pot Recognizes its Owner
Lingxu Realm, Guanyun Mansion.
After Shen Mogang and Zhao Lingyin finished practicing "Wushan Yunyu Jue", he stood up and put on his loose clothes, took out the spirit wine "Gurgling" from the sword domain space and drank it to relieve the dry mouth after practicing!
Zhao Lingyin did not drink with him immediately. She closed her beautiful eyes tightly and sat cross-legged on the jade couch. She began to use her skills to sort out the true energy in her body and stabilize her growing cultivation.
After drinking the wine, Shen Mo suddenly seemed to remember something and reached out his hand to flick it.
The undressed clothes on the couch and the robes fluttered up and fell on Zhao Lingyin, blocking the beautiful spring light!
Immediately, the sword light on his fingertips flashed, and another wine pot appeared in his hand. The body of the pot was engraved with patterns such as the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, etc.; unlike the wine pot he had just used to drink, this thing was full of aura.
It is the low-grade Lingbao Drunken Immortal Pot.
More than ten years ago, when Shen Mo, the silver-haired boy, Qin Zhen, Kang Haoxiu and others visited the True Immortal Cave, they encountered the evil spirit of "Thirteen Immortals Teaching the Dharma".
Two low-grade spiritual treasures arrived. One was a Bingso hairpin, and Chen Mengze was recognized as the master. The other was the wine bottle in his hand.
At that time.
Kang Haoxiu unfortunately fell into the hands of the Immortal Demon Lord. Only Shen Mo, the Honggu, the silver-haired boy who reunited with him, and Qin Zhen escaped by using the magical power of "Inverting Yin and Yang".
Needless to say, Hong Gu has been practicing in Qingyun Cave all these years.
After Qin Zhen returned to Qianjimen, she often communicated with Shen Mo Fu, making Shen Mo fairly aware of his movements...
Not long after she came back, she gave the "Elixir of Immortality" she had obtained from the Immortal Palace to her master. After all, her master could not resist the temptation of extending his life for a thousand years, so he took the elixir. It is estimated that after a thousand years, he would turn into a "
"Eternal Life Meat"; Qin Zhen was quite open-minded about this, and bluntly said that when it came to that point, she would personally incinerate her master's "relics".
Then Fairy Yuquan launched an expedition against the Corpse Mountains, and Qin Zhen also took Qianjimen to participate in this war. With the powerful fifth-level puppets at hand, she also earned a lot of merit, and asked Tai
Hua Jing exchanged many top spiritual materials to refine the sixth-level puppet.
According to her, she has completed most of the progress of the sixth-level puppet, and it is estimated that it can be completely refined within a hundred years.
The silver-haired boy returned to the Fulong Immortal Sect, and then rushed to Liluan Lake where the Kang family was located, hoping to find the remnant soul of the Tzu Chi Immortal and ask him for his storage bracelet.
In the first few years, the silver-haired boy often heard news of talismans, scolding the Kang family for being shameless, but in recent years, I don’t know what happened, and there was no news suddenly;
Not to mention Shen Mo's failure to respond to summons, even Bian Zhenren of the Fulong Immortal Sect couldn't contact him!
Because the silver-haired boy was not in the sect, Fulongxian Sect felt that it was not strong enough, so it never participated in this conquest, and it also did not gain much benefit. It is still in a state of decline and dilapidation; now that it has lost the news of the silver-haired boy, is it good?
There was a glimmer of hope for revival, but it suddenly disappeared, which made Bian Zhenren and other senior officials of the Immortal Sect even more anxious.
For this reason, Bian Zhenren came to Chiyan Sect to pay homage to Shen Mo more than once, begging him to go to the Kang family's ancestral land in Luan Lake and help find out the whereabouts of the silver-haired boy, but Shen Mo refused!
Even though there is only a remnant soul of the Tzu Chi Immortal, and there is no longer any threat, the Kang family, as a family of immortal cultivators that has lasted for thousands of years, still has a great monk without form sitting in the family... The silver-haired boy probably offended this person.
People were suppressed by this ancestor of the Kang family.
Shen Mo only went to Luan Lake to find out the whereabouts of the silver-haired boy after he had eaten enough. Otherwise, even he would end up with "no news at all"!
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After retracting his divergent thoughts, Shen Mo's eyes fell on Zuixian Pot again.
"Drunk Immortal Pot Spirit, it's been almost twenty years since you fell into my hands, right? Over the years, I have treated you like a magic weapon. Whenever I have free time, I will use my magical powers to help you increase your spirituality, and you have restored a lot of aura...
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"Now that my patience has almost been exhausted, are you really still unwilling to accept me as your Lord?"
Facing Shen Mo's inquiry, the Drunk Immortal Pot made no sound at all, just like an ordinary magic weapon that did not produce a spirit!
"That's okay!"
"Since you are so reluctant, I won't force it. It's a pity that this pot has been brewing for three thousand years."
Shen Mo sighed, and the Samadhi True Fire emerged out of thin air in his hand, exuding a terrifying burning aura, and began to lick the body of the pot.
In order to preserve the grade of the Drunken Immortal Pot and the spiritual wine that had been brewing for three thousand years in the pot, Shen Mo never dispersed the pot spirit and forcibly refined this low-grade spiritual treasure; but no matter how high the grade of the magic treasure was and how miraculous its effects were, it could never be used for him.
It's not as useful as an ordinary mysterious weapon! After forcibly refining it and repairing it a lot, and supplementing it with the [Spiritual Heart and Wisdom] magical power, there is a high probability that it will be promoted to a spiritual weapon after many years!
The true flame of Samadhi is so fierce that it burns the Drunk Immortal Pot and causes the spiritual light to splash everywhere.
This fire is not as violent as the pure Yang true fire, but it can burn the soul and forcibly refine the remaining marks of the previous owner in the magic weapon.
Under the burning flames, the pot spirit let out a painful wail;
It kept sending out spiritual thoughts, crying out to Shen Mo for mercy, but it never relented in recognizing its master!
Shen Mo drank the spirit wine by himself, his expression as usual, without any change... As long as the pot spirit gives up guarding the soul mark of his previous master and allows him to refine it, he will not be harmed at all.
I don’t know how long it took, but even the body of the pot was burned red, like a piece of red coal;
Just before the pot spirit was about to dissipate, the entire body of the pot trembled slightly, and the remaining imprint of the soul of the short, fat, wealthy businessman, the former owner of the Drunken Immortal Pot, instantly disintegrated. At the same time, the Samadhi True Fire burned deep into the core of the Drunken Immortal Pot.
The mark of ink!
Immediately, with a thought in Shen Mo's mind, he put away the True Fire of Samadhi, reached out to grab the Drunk Immortal Pot, and used his Hunyuan Power and [Spiritual Heart Endowment Wisdom] to cultivate it.
"This is a wise move!"
"Your former master died three thousand years ago. Even if you worked hard to brew this pot of wine, he couldn't taste it..."
"Now that you have recognized me as your master, I will collect heavenly materials, earthly treasures, and panacea for you, so that you can realize your due value and continue to move towards the magic weapon of the Immortal Family!"
The pot spirit regained its composure and hummed a few times feebly.
Shen Mo didn't care about his unwillingness. Anyway, the Drunken Immortal Pot was already his natal magic weapon at this time. He had never heard of a weapon spirit that could act against the will of the owner of the weapon.
Then, he tilted the pot slightly and poured into the cup the spiritual wine that had been brewing for more than three thousand years in the Zuixian Pot.
"Gurgling!"
The nectar, which was like golden amber, fell down like a fairy spring, exuding a mellow aroma of wine. Even Zhao Lingyin, who was doing his exercises, wrinkled his nose slightly and was attracted by the aroma of wine.
"Lang Jun, this is..."
Zhao Lingyin was not a drinker. Occasionally she would have a drink with Shen Mo, but at this time, smelling the aroma of the spirit wine, she couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of sweet wine.