Now, turning blood into rain has changed the sky for hundreds of miles, and it has really come in handy. A large number of walking corpses have come back to life and come out to suck the blood water, which can save Liu Qiao a lot of time.
As Liu Qiao stopped dripping blood into the bowl, the blood rain in the sky gradually became thinner and turned into normal rain and dew.
The dark clouds in the sky slowly gathered and gathered over Liu Qiao. Only in this area, which was a hundred feet away, was still raining small amounts of blood.
"Woo...hiss..." Countless walking corpses seemed to be addicted, all chasing the blood crazily, and gradually gathered towards the altar.
"Well done...wonderful"
Countless zombies gathered around them, but Liu Qiao was not afraid at all. Instead, he happily held his hands and laughed.
Such a strange scene, such a strange behavior, there is nothing fairy-like, but it does look a bit evil.
After a while, he saw a dense crowd of people under the altar. It was estimated that there were thousands of walking corpses stacked on top of each other in a radius of a hundred feet, sucking blood. Liu Qiao's face became solemn, and he immediately clasped his hands and shouted: "Get up..."
"Hua Hua..." The wind danced, the dust flew, and suddenly there were yellow scarf warriors, holding up the pre-layed talisman flags and surrounding them in all directions.
The clouds dispersed and the rain stopped in the sky. Before the zombies vying for blood could react, they were spraying white mist from their mouths.
He didn't even have time to howl and scream. With a breath of corpse energy being forced out by the talisman banner, his whole body suddenly went limp. There were "clicking...clicking" sounds, and his whole body seemed to have lost support, and it scattered on the ground and turned into piles of white bones again.
The corpse energy extracted by the walking corpses turned into stinking white smoke, flew into the altar, and got into the prepared pure bottles on its own.
In just over ten seconds, thousands of walking corpses were reduced to withered bones, and four or five porcelain vases were filled to the brim.
Liu Qiao put a cloth stopper on the bottle and affixed a charm to seal the mouth of the bottle. He was quite satisfied. If he does this two or three more times, the ritual weapon would be enough.
"This Jiashan Mountain is really a treasure place for evil. Thousands of walking corpses were rolled in tonight, but it is estimated that only 23% of them can be summoned again tomorrow night..."
I saw the white bones left on the ground stacked up several feet high. This walking corpse had been exposed to the essence of the sun and moon for a long time, and its bones were not as fragile as ordinary corpse bones. It was the material of the sacrificial flag pole.
But it couldn't be wasted, so Liu Qiao tried another method, condemned the Yellow Turban warriors, and used the wind to move all the walking corpses and bones to Jinshi Mountain.
According to Liu Qiao's estimation, it would take at least tens of thousands of ordinary zombie skeletons to burn out a few jade bones in the furnace. This is assuming everything goes well.
If the fire conditions are not good enough and several furnaces are scrapped, more bones will be used, so the few thousand bones we have now are far from enough.
After the Yellow Turban Warriors carried the bones back to the mountain, Liu Qiao thought that he had harvested a bunch of walking corpses tonight and would have to do something to summon more skeletons from further away tomorrow, so he didn't plan to go back to the mountain.
To use the escape technique, randomly find a cave with fewer graves and a lighter smell in Jiashan Mountain. The warriors will clean it and temporarily use it as a place for practicing magic.
In the cave, Liu Qiao sat cross-legged on a futon, sprayed a wisp of Samadhi fire from his mouth, opened the seal of the pure bottle, and a sheet of white mist flew out, turning into mu Xu white mist and spreading in the cave.
As the flame burns, the white mist makes a "chichi" sound, like lard cooked in fire, countless impurities fly out, and there is a fishy stench.
Mu Xu's white mist turned into red mist after being smelted, reflecting the red glow in the cave.
Liu Qiao furiously activated his magic power, and the samadhi flames were spit out, burning for half an hour. He spent more than 10% of the two years of hard-earned magic power.
The red mist also changed color several times, until finally it gradually turned into a gray-green color, and the corpse aura was burned until only strands remained, forming a ball as big as a palm, like a roll of wool.
Only then did Liu Qiao put away the Samadhi Fire while sweating profusely. Panting heavily, he took the ball of cyan air in his hand and thought, "Is this Qingsha?"
"It doesn't seem to be anything special..." He opened it and looked through it for a long time before putting it into his treasure bag. He sighed: "It's not easy. With such efficiency, it would take at least three or five times to weave a two-foot banner.
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Even if the material is of inferior quality, it will take three feet of green evil spirit to weave it into a banner surface, and one foot of jade bone will take five knots.
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In the blink of an eye, more than a month has passed, and the Nanshan Grottoes have piled up into a mountain of bones, all of which were collected from Jiashan Mountain.
In a quiet room in the cave, an alchemy platform and a Bagua stove measuring several feet have been set up. Next door are charcoal and dry firewood, which are fully stored in more than ten caves.
Liu Qiao wore a lotus crown on his head, cloud socks and cloth shoes, and a bright red bagua robe. He held a fly whisk and walked into the cave. As he walked, the fairy wind was floating. He was dressed to the nines, as if he was an old king coming to earth.
Behind him is Chang Long, who has a green face and fangs, is black and strong, has a double bun on his head, holds a cattail fan, and is dressed as a fire boy.
During this month, Liu Qiao's master and apprentice went back and forth several times, and finally gathered all kinds of materials, and the five groups of Qingsha were woven into two-foot banners.
Chang Long picked fairy bulrushes, soaked them and drew silk, weaving them into six strips of floating catkins, and the tails of the flags were also completed.
"Now we just need the jade bone flag pole. Let's start the furnace quickly, Master..." Chang Long muttered excitedly behind him.
Liu Qiao and Liu Qiao sat in silence for several days, adjusting their moods just for the present. Without hesitation, they waved their whisks and said: "Light the fire, start the furnace..."
As the whisk flew down, the wind made a loud "whoosh" sound, and a ball of flame suddenly burst out from the furnace floor. It didn't require any magic power, but the temperature was extremely high.
However, when Chang Long built this alchemy platform, he deliberately transformed it into his true form, smashed the stone into the mountain, opened the earth's orifices, and caused the earth's fire in the mountain.
"Honor your orders..." In response, more than a dozen yellow-turbaned warriors appeared, carrying firewood or carrying charcoal, and the cave was suddenly busy.
Earth fire is more violent and difficult to control than ordinary fire, but its temperature is very high. In just one cup of tea, the Bagua stove will burn brightly red.
Liu Qiao was sitting on the altar. When he saw this, he waved his whisk in the air and gave the order: "The fire has come, put in the materials..."
Hundreds of yellow turban warriors were already prepared. Upon hearing this order, they opened the furnace lid and took turns carrying the bones and throwing them into the furnace.
"Increase the firepower...fan the wind..."
With another command, Liu Qiao breathed out a wisp of Samadhi fire and flew into the alchemy platform. Countless warriors kept adding firewood.
"Huh huh... huh huh"
Chang Long had sweat on his forehead, and he danced the cattail leaf fan as big as the door panel until the wind whistled. He also sprayed white wind from his mouth, but he added the spell of summoning the wind.
At this time, the wind and fire came. The fire was the earth fire in the stone, the void fire in the magic power, and the fuel fire in the wood. This is called the outer samadhi, but it is the real samadhi fire.
Within a short time, all the white bones that had been put into the furnace were burned to charcoal, and were turned into fly ash by the Xun wind.
But how can ordinary bones withstand this divine fire? Only among a hundred thousand bones can there be a slight chance of not being burned. Only those who are not afraid of fire are the real jade bones.
Liu Qiao was not surprised when he saw this. He waved his hand and countless more skeletons were thrown into the furnace.
In the blink of an eye, the hundreds of piles of bones that were more than ten feet high and dozens of feet high outside the cave were reduced by more than ten. They were all put into the furnace and turned into fly ash.
"No, this stove can't stand the fire..." Liu Qiao, who had been observing the command from above, suddenly said in surprise.
However, the Bagua furnace, originally made of ordinary iron, could not be burned by the true fire of Samadhi. Now it is completely red, and the furnace body is slightly deformed. If it continues to burn, it will melt without even counting the breaths of time.
The furnace cauldron melted before the results were produced, and the countless skeletons cast before were all in vain.
Liu Qiao quickly put away the Samadhi Fire and ordered no more firewood. However, the ground fire could not be controlled freely and was still burning the alchemy platform. He was about to burn the furnace cauldron before he saw it.
"Master, don't panic, wait for me to use my method..."
Chang Long also knew that the matter was urgent, so he hurriedly exerted all his magic power, quenched several water mist, and wrapped the furnace cauldron. "Chichi" white smoke rose up, and the temperature dropped instantly.
Seeing this, Liu Qiao breathed a sigh of relief and headed inside from the vent of the Bagua furnace. The tens of thousands of bones he had dropped earlier had already been burned into fly ash, and two to three feet of black ash was piled at the bottom of the furnace.
But in the pile of ashes, there were a few bits of light flowing around. Liu Qiao was overjoyed and hurriedly called on the yellow scarf warriors to start the furnace.
After a while, the fire was extinguished and the smoke subsided, and the furnace cauldron returned to green and black iron color. All the strong men stepped forward to open the furnace lid and pour out the remaining ashes in the furnace.
"Pap...pap"
The jade stick, about two feet long and as thick as a thumb, makes a crisp sound when placed on the ground.
Chang Long stepped forward and picked it up, wiped the dust with his sleeves, and laughed: "Haha... It's not wasted effort at last. Master, look, these two are jade bones, right?"
Liu Qiao stretched out his hand to take it. His hand was warm and moist, like mutton-fat jade. It was about a ruler long and his thumb was thick. It had no roots or knots, just like a smooth jade pillar. He was overjoyed in his heart. He nodded and said with a smile: "This is exactly what the diagram of the magical instrument indicates.
The statement is true, the result is perfect..."
A total of five jade bone sections were obtained from the blanks of the white bone flag banners, which were made into five-foot flag poles, but there were still three sections left.
However, everything is difficult at the beginning, and now it has been refined into two sections, with ten piles of burned bones and skeletons, and I have gained some experience.
It's just a real fire of Samadhi burning fiercely, and then quenching and cooling it with Changlongfa Sunflower Water, and a hundred thousand withered bones melt into one.
The master and the apprentice were so happy that they were members of the Immortal Family. They did not feel tired, but were full of energy. They planned to keep the furnace open all night long to refine the treasure.
As for the yellow turban warriors, they are like gods and ghosts, and they will not get tired. They can drive for hundreds of kilometers without burning any fuel. They only need three pillars of incense to feel satisfied.
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Seven days passed like this in the blink of an eye, and the mountain of bones in front of the cave was gradually consumed. The master and the apprentice fired dozens of furnaces in succession, and finally refined the five jade bones they needed.