"You mean, you want to refine this demonic armor and bloodthirsty sword into a set of armor that can be changed. When you need to use it, you can turn it into armor and wear it; when you don't need it, you want to turn it into a puppet to protect you, right?
?" The Immortal in the Pot touched his white beard and carefully looked at Prajna who was standing quietly aside. His eyes seemed to see Bishamon inside the armor through the armor.
"The armor itself is actually nothing, but the young man inside the armor is really interesting - from what I can see, he has become one with the armor. It is a natural combination of man and machine. If the old man refines the armor into something else,
It’s something that’s quite detrimental to him.”
"Sage, I didn't want this to happen!" Bishamon quickly explained, "It was entirely an accident..."
"Whether it's an accident or not, it's a fait accompli, so you don't have to think too much." The Immortal in the Pot interrupted him and said lightly, "In your own opinion, the current situation is very bad; but now
From my perspective, your current state is extremely ingenious, and you can be called a treasure in the world!"
"Cheng Peng, I will not destroy such a treasure. This is not in my interest."
Cheng Peng was stunned for a moment, looked at the demon-armored Prajna lodged in Bishamon, then looked at the Immortal in the Pot, and couldn't help but sigh.
"If you take action, you will definitely destroy his current state?"
"Of course! If you want to transform a complete armor into something that can transform between two forms, even if the old man does it himself, he will inevitably destroy its integrity." The Immortal in the Pot said decisively, "Feng Qin
I don’t want to cook the crane!”
"What method is needed to transform it without destroying its own structure?" Cheng Peng was not a person who would give up easily, so he asked, "I believe there is no real meaning in the world."
Impossible. Even if the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi can obliterate its origin, extract the power that created the world, and then turn it into the raw material for refining... Could it be that the transformation of this armor can be more difficult than the transformation of the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi?
?”
The Immortal in the Pot frowned and thought for a moment, but still shook his head.
"No, although I can think of a way, I don't have the right raw materials."
"What raw materials are needed?" Long Biao asked hurriedly, "I'll find them!"
"No matter what kind of raw materials you need, just ask. I have participated in several large-scale battles during this period and accumulated a lot of special trophies. Even if you don't need what you need, I should be able to get it through exchange." He said this.
It’s really not a boast. The level of war in the world of Saint Seiya is very high. Whether it is the main story or the Pluto Myth Chapter, they will eventually develop to the point of killing gods. The loot can be imagined to be rich. As long as Long Biao is willing to exchange them, I’m afraid
There’s really nothing you can’t exchange for!
The Immortal in the Pot raised his eyebrows slightly, smiled, and said: "I need something that can change the form. This thing has four requirements: first, it also belongs to the magic system; second, the texture and level are not included in this armor.
Next; thirdly, it must have the power to absorb the soul of life; fourthly, it must have no Yuanling itself."
When Long Biao heard this, he lowered his head and thought: the first requirement excludes all technology-based transformation equipment; the second requirement stipulates that the level of the thing must be at least seven stars, and the texture must be gold grade; the third requirement qualifies
The characteristics of that thing; the last requirement seems simple but is actually troublesome... Most equipment of this level will have its own soul, and once the soul is eliminated, the effect of the treasure is likely to disappear...
He couldn't help but feel a little distressed - although seven-star gold-level items were rare, as long as he exchanged a few rare trophies from the two wars, he should still be able to get them, but if he wanted to specify the performance, he would have to spend money.
Time to wait.
(Such a troublesome restriction... I don’t know how long I have to wait!)
The Gold Saint of Cancer smacked his lips and began to consider whether to dismantle Prajna according to the original plan, disperse Bishamon's soul, and then give the remains of the demon armor to Nokki to find a way to transform it.
Although he was a little worried about whether that fussy fellow Gui Gui would transform the metal armor into a fashionable cosplay costume that would sway when the wind blows, but I'm afraid that's all he can do...
At this moment, Cheng Peng laughed.
"What a coincidence!" he said, "I happened to have something on hand that fit the bill."
As he spoke, a blue light lit up around him. Under the gaze of Long Biao, the Immortal in the Pot, and Bishamon hiding in the armor, he walked into the gate of the star world, and in less than a minute, he held a
The short sword that constantly exudes evil energy is back.
"Seven-star gold-level special equipment, heretic cage hand 'Soul Eater'." Cheng Peng turned the short sword into a Japanese-style hand guard "cage hand" in front of everyone. "It can be converted between two forms.
Equipped with it, the short sword form can absorb the soul of the killed to strengthen itself, and the cage hand form can imprison the summonable creatures subdued by itself, or re-sign the summoning contract in the future. Or directly absorb it to gain experience points."
As he spoke, he turned the caged hand back into a short sword and handed it to the Immortal in the Pot.
"The only thing I'm not sure about is whether this thing has a Yuanling...so I'd better trouble you to confirm it yourself."
The Immortal in the Pot took the dagger, looked at it carefully, and then turned it into a cage to observe it. He couldn't help but sigh, with a look of regret on his face.
"The idea of this thing is very clever and the production is very exquisite. It can be called a work of art!" He first admired it, and then sighed, "It's a pity that the person who made it had bad intentions and just made it a treasure.
It has become something crooked and evil... What a pity! What a pity!"
"Can this thing be used?" Cheng Peng asked.
"Of course you can!" The Immortal in the Pot nodded, "Although it takes some effort, I got some inspiration from this thing, and maybe I can transform the armor into something unexpected!"
As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the magic armor standing in the corner of the bamboo building flew up, quickly shrunk in the air, and finally turned into a small model that could be held in the palm of his hand. Where it originally stood, it stood
There was a middle-aged warrior with disheveled beard and hair, and ragged clothes. His translucent bluish-white figure and the will-o'-the-wisps lingering around him all proved his identity.
"Bishamon?!" Cheng Peng couldn't help exclaiming, "You have been liberated from Prajna!"
Only then did Bishamon notice that he had been liberated. After being surprised for a moment, he was overjoyed. He was about to thank the Immortal in the Pot, but was stopped by the Immortal who had lived for who knows how many years.
"Don't thank me. I'm just temporarily separating you from the armor." He said, "When the armor is transformed, you can still live in it."
"Since I have been liberated, I naturally hope to ascend to heaven. Why are you still living in this magic armor?" Bishamon was surprised.
"You have been freed, and it's time to go out and see the vast world. If the old man hadn't been bad at walking, he would have traveled thousands of miles long ago!" The Immortal in the Pot smiled and added, "What's more, you and the magic armor are already in harmony.
One body, now we are just temporarily separated, ascending to heaven? I am not a member of the Buddhist sect, so I can't help you."
Bishamon was stunned for a while, sighed, and asked: "Then... what will this magic armor be transformed into? What... will happen next?"
"The old man will follow Cheng Peng's request and transform this armor into a short sword. It usually looks like a sword, but it can be turned into armor when needed. You are usually free, but you can't leave this sword too far. When it
When you turn into armor, you are the Yuanling who presides over the armor to assist in the battle."
He obviously had a good impression of Bishamon. Not only was he friendly, but he also explained many details in detail, such as some points of attention in daily activities and some key points in battle... Because Bishamon didn't understand mechanics, these descriptions were very difficult.
It's a bit like an introduction to mechanics.
Cheng Peng listened with great interest, but Long Biao, who had no interest in it, fell asleep again and again. If he hadn't asked the Immortal in the Pot for help now, he would have said goodbye and left.
The Immortal in the Pot has great magical powers. While teaching Bishamon, he can also concentrate on refining treasures. He does not use any props to assist him. He just uses his own magic power to ignite a group of vibrant green flames out of thin air, and then traps the heretics and
The demon armor and demon sword were thrown in together.
These three treasures are all good at absorbing life force. Once they enter the flame condensed by infinite vitality, they are like hungry ghosts rushing into the cafeteria, each trying their best to absorb it.
They sucked and sucked desperately, and as they continued to absorb life, their own aura continued to grow. However, no matter how they absorbed it, the flame that seemed inconspicuous at first glance never showed any sign of weakening, and was still flowing continuously.
Provide enough vitality for them to absorb as much as they want.
After about ten minutes, the absorption capabilities of the three treasures reached their limits, and their absorption speed also slowed down.
According to their own design, at this time they should cooperate with the equipment owner to slowly digest and resolve the absorbed vitality, and finally further strengthen themselves. But at this moment, they are sealed in the fire of vitality by the Immortal in the Pot, and they have no contact with the outside world.
Contact has been severed, where can I find someone who can help digest the vitality?
But under this situation, the Immortal in the Pot further stimulated the fire of vitality and still poured vitality into the three treasures continuously!
Seeing the emerald light flashing and the green fire beating, under the overwhelming power of the Immortal in the Pot, the emerald green vitality continued to seep into the three treasures, even gradually dyeing the color of the three treasures green.
Cheng Peng clearly felt that intense fear came from the flames - that was the fear of Demon Armor Prajna!
The Immortal in the Pot obviously intends to obliterate Prajna's own soul and replace it with Bishamon!
Affected by fear, Prajna, who fell into madness, began to attack everything around him randomly. Black miasma flowed out from it, turning into a blade, slashing randomly in the emerald green flames.
But all its efforts were in vain. Not only could it not cut anything, but the Immortal in the Pot even more stimulated the fire of vitality, forcing as much miasma out of its body as possible.
After a while, a large amount of miasma emerged from the demon sword, ghost flames and the heretic cage hand. If these miasmas were outside, I believe they could directly poison players who are not strong enough, and NPCs might be manipulated by it.
Become a walking zombie who only knows how to kill.
But to the Immortal in the Pot, these are just trivial tricks worth mentioning.
When a sound like breaking glass came from the flames, the demon-armored Prajna who had been fighting frantically just now suddenly stopped and became motionless.
In just ten seconds after that, more miasma poured out from it than the total miasma that had poured out before!
(Prajna is over!)
Cheng Peng knew it well - this last miasma was probably the fragments of Prajna's own spirit!
This situation lasted for less than half a minute, and what flowed out of the magic armor was no longer miasma, but green vitality. As for the heretic cage hands and the demon sword and ghost flames, they had been washed away before this, and all
of miasma.
The Immortal in the Pot smiled slightly and flicked his fingers. All the miasma condensed and turned into a black bead that flew out and floated in front of him.
These beads are as dark as night, but miraculously do not emit any miasma. I don't know what method was used to condense them to such an extent.
After extracting all the miasma, the Immortal in the Pot raised his right hand, pointed at the flame and made a squeezing motion. The green flame suddenly seemed to be squeezed by something, and it began to shake violently.
With this shaking, the three treasures that had turned emerald green suddenly turned into flowing light and merged together.
"That's it now!" the immortal in the pot shouted, and grabbed the void with his left hand. Bishamon in the form of his soul flew up involuntarily, threw himself into the emerald green fire of vitality, and merged into the stream of light.
Seeing that the entire refining process had reached the most critical moment, the Immortal in the Pot also showed a cautious and serious look. He raised his hands and his fingertips continued to write mysterious ancient characters in the air. Cheng Peng knew a little bit about them but could not count them all.
The proficient ancient characters took shape in the air as he wrote with his fingertips, emitting various rays of light, each flying out, constantly rotating around the flowing green flames.
The Immortal in the Pot wrote very fast, writing dozens of words in one breath. These words rotated rapidly around the fire of life, like many satellites orbiting the earth, and like atoms in the science museum.
The model is average.
Cheng Peng noticed that these words were not arranged randomly, but were arranged according to certain rules - for example, he saw the words "mountain", "stone" and other words near "earth", and near "fire"
He saw the words "light", "sun", etc. Although he couldn't completely guess what the rules were, he still subconsciously turned on the very expensive panoramic camera system and recorded this scene in the most detailed way.
.
Of course he doesn't need these, but maybe his friends do...
After a while, all the words were in place. The Immortal in the Pot looked at them carefully for a few minutes to make sure there were no mistakes. Then he nodded, took a deep breath, and clapped his hands together.
With this beat, the emerald-green fire of vitality suddenly condensed, and together with the stream of light in the middle, it re-condensed into a short knife.
This short knife is very ordinary in style and looks unremarkable. The blade is made of light green metal and the handle is made of verdant bamboo. If you look closely, you can see many small patterns on the blade, which seem to be many words.
appearance.
The immortal hand in the pot made a move, and the short knife flew into his hand. He looked at the short knife with a satisfied look, then threw it into the air and shouted at the same time: "If you don't wake up yet, wait until when!"
"
This sudden roar not only made the somewhat absent-minded Long Biao almost jump in fright, but even Cheng Peng, who had been prepared, was also startled!
Following this loud shout, the short sword that was rolling in the air and falling to the ground glowed with green light, and instantly turned into a piece of emerald green armor. There was a translucent green figure inside the armor, it was Bishamon!
"Huh? What's going on?" Bishamon moved his body in confusion. He found that although he had turned into armor again, his movements were extremely flexible. It was easier than flesh and blood. He couldn't help but ask, "Sage
...What did you do?"
"It's nothing." The Immortal in the Pot didn't look tired at all, but smiled kindly and somewhat proudly, "I took advantage of the situation and turned this armor into something containing infinite vitality, and you... I remember that there is something in Japan
The term 'fusangshen' refers to the utensil becoming a god - you can be regarded as a fusangshen now."
"I have no intention of asking who this armor is for. Anyway, as long as you are willing, no matter who you plan to be loyal to, it has nothing to do with me." After saying that, the fairy in the pot gently tossed the black bead again.
Flying in front of Cheng Peng.
"I cannot use human beings as weapons, so whether this armor should be subordinate to its holder is entirely up to the young man himself." The Immortal in the Pot said, "If you want to kill someone, this bead is quite useful. It can be used as a weapon."
I’ll make it up to you.”
After speaking, he waved his hand without waiting for Cheng Peng to answer. With the flash of green light, Cheng Peng and Long Biao had returned to the top of the mountain where they had seen the huge wind pillar.
"Cheng Peng, this is the second time that I have taken action for you." The voice of the Immortal in the Pot vaguely echoed in the air, "There is one last chance left, you must seize it and use it properly!"
Cheng Peng smiled and said loudly in the air: "Don't worry! I won't trouble you with ordinary things!"
(Of course...it must be very unusual to trouble your old man...)
The Immortal in the Pot did not answer, probably because he had already walked away.
Cheng Peng smiled, put away the black bead, and looked back at Bishamon, who was still standing there stupidly.
"Brother Bishamon, how do you feel?"
"It's amazing... very comfortable..." Bishamon moved his hands and feet like a person recovering from a serious illness, looking like an armor doing exercises. "And at the moment, my heart is peaceful, full of hope for life.
Joy, no trace of hostility anymore... That immortal is really powerful!"
Cheng Peng nodded and looked at Long Biao: "To be honest, this matter is slightly different from what we expected..."
"It doesn't matter! No! It's better than I expected!" Long Biao laughed loudly, patted his chest, and said loudly, "Mengmeng is smart and cute, and also shrewd and capable. He and Bishamon seem to get along very well. This
It’s like finding a guardian spirit for her!”
"Very good! Very good!"
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A 5,000-word chapter written in an Internet cafe...
