Hu swiped across the high platform where the items were stacked. The black dragon's belongings collected last time had not been properly sorted. As for the black dragon, they were thrown into the open space next to the high platform. With her current strength, she didn't have to release it to deal with it.
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No one should bother her, so Hu Qingbian rolled up his sleeves symbolically.
First, separate the spiritual crystals and spiritual stones according to their grades, and then put the collection of black dragons into categories, and place items such as utensils separately in a place where she can easily find them.
She had taken back the spear she used to fight Ji Dian, but the sharp tip had been completely corroded and damaged and could no longer be used. She could only melt the material and re-make it.
There are still two fairy swords at Fengling's place, and she has no intention of returning them.
After packing up his things, Hu Qing walked to the high platform. The so-called high platform was actually just higher than the ground, not much higher, so that the black dragon's huge head was even higher when squeezed on the high platform.
The space is sealed and has a certain preservation function. The black dragon died not long ago, and there is still a lot of spiritual power in the body. At this time, it still looks alive, and it seems like it has died.
Hu Qing released a trace of his spiritual consciousness to drill into the scales, but they failed to lift up, which shows how powerful the black dragon monster's body is.
Just stick to the short knife.
The dagger was also kindly provided by the black dragon. The first sword to slay the dragon was to dig out the eyeballs.
Holding a short knife in his hand, Hu Qing stepped on the dragon's head and face with a few steps. With a lift of his left hand, he raised the black dragon's eyelids. When he saw a dark blue pupil with a black line, he was startled.
She almost thought he was still alive.
Using his spiritual consciousness to explore the path, he carefully inserted the short knife between the eyeballs and removed the entire eyeball completely. The blood vessels on it were also peeled off cleanly and beautifully.
The black dragon's head is smaller than Ji Dian's. At least, the black dragon cannot chew her like a walnut. However, the black dragon is very long, so overall, the black dragon is still larger.
The dragon's eyes are more suitable for medicine than for refining weapons. She plans to hand them over to Elder Tang Er. Elder Tang Er is destined to be an immortal alchemy master. From now on, all the pills she will take will depend on Elder Tang Er. Or she can just give them money.
He took out the other eye and sealed it with a jade box. Hu Qing jumped to the ground, pushed the dragon's head, and planned to peel the skin from the dragon's mouth.
"Huh?"
An old lamp was placed under the dragon's head. The whole body was smashed into the soil, and only the top ring was exposed.
Isn't this the exquisite lamp taken from Zheliu's "donation"?
The exquisite lamp has a cover, and the hollow pattern depicts Yunshan Daze. The base of the lamp has a single leg, and the lamp body has several layers. The hollow patterns are also different. There is a small lampstand in the middle, which is the size of the palm of your hand.
It was very old and rusty, and had no brilliance as a treasure. Hu Qing felt that this thing was the most interesting among Ziliu's private properties, so he only took this one.
It's just that she didn't give any detailed information on how to use this thing or what its use was.
At this time, the exquisite lamp was still old, but the lampstand inside had a slight layer of moisture.
Hu Qing held the exquisite lamp and stared at the layer of moisture for a long time, his face gradually becoming serious. This layer was suspected to be lamp oil, which was transformed by the dead soul of the black dragon.
That day, the soul of the black dragon and the demon body were taken into the space by her. The soul was already a dead soul and could not survive the storm. Later, Hu Qing was on her way and did not deal with it in time. She thought that it was just a dead soul. The scattered soul in the space also added energy to the space.
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Why did you go to Linglongzhan to make lamp oil?
Silk cloth said at the right moment: "Isn't this in the weapon refining collection?"
Hu Qing couldn't help but roll his eyes: "This is just a lamp. There are many lamp-shaped utensils with various functions. If you want to know what this is used for, either we know it, or it knows us."
How to make it know them? Recognize the owner.
Silk cloth said: "Indeed, I have seen a lot of lanterns. Some are for absorbing demons, some are for absorbing demons, some are for refining ghosts, some are for healing, oh, and some have a space for living creatures in the universe. Otherwise, you
It recognizes the Lord and has a look.”
Hu Qing hesitated. The exquisite lamp was sucking dead souls. His spiritual consciousness swept over the exquisite lamp, but there was no trace of recognition of its master on it.
Zheliu has never recognized his master?
Hu Qing looked at the exquisite lamp again and again. He looked at it with his eyes, with his spiritual power, and with his consciousness. He looked at it and saw that it was an ordinary lamp.
She hesitated for a moment, then opened her eyes on the bed, pricked her finger to bleed, and then took it back into the space.
"Xiaobu, it's really troublesome that my body can't enter the space."
Silk cloth: "There is no way, the space is incomplete, just wait until it is repaired. When the time comes, you want your soul to go in, your body to go in, and your body to go in."
Blood dripped drop by drop on the exquisite lamp.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, the dripping blood did not become less or discolored.
Hu Qing grabbed the silk cloth and wiped it.
Silk cloth: "..."
Hu Qing applied the brand of divine consciousness on it again, clicked, put it on, and slid away. It felt like the brand of divine consciousness was placed on rotten wood... Not everything can be branded, it's useless.
Ordinary objects will not work. There are also natural dead objects, such as mountains and water. If they can leave a mark, it does not mean that they have ownership. Only things with spiritual power will do. And the stronger the mark of spiritual consciousness, the more spiritual power the other party will have.
You have to be strong accordingly, otherwise, you won't be able to bear it.
This exquisite lamp cannot be beaten, but Hu Qing does not think it is useless.
She thought about it and smiled evilly. Isn't it just old and broken and can't be used anymore? What a coincidence, she is a weapon master, so she can just burn it with fire.
Holding the exquisite lamp in his arms, he left the space and flew towards the little sun in the sea of consciousness.
Silk cloth followed: "No way, you bake it directly under the scorching sun?"
Hu Qing smirked: "Use it as a toy for little things."
Lifting the exquisite lamp to the side of the ruddy little sun, Hu Qing said in a soft voice: "Lie Lie, can you help sister bake this lamp?"
A small flaming hand stretched out from the little sun and slapped on the exquisite lamp. The exquisite lamp flew out with a swish.
Hu Qing: "..."
The little hand stretched and stretched, touching Hu Qing's cheek, grabbing a handful with open fingers, then crawled over her ears, grabbed her hair, and pulled.
Hu Qing: "..."
Naughty boy, naughty boy.
"Lilie, come out and play with your sister."
Silk cloth pouted, who is the sister? I don't know how much older she is.
A ball of fire jumped out of the little sun and touched the side of Hu Qing's neck. Two small hands happily pulled her hair, and her hair was spread out in a few strokes.
Hu Qing helplessly allowed it to make trouble, and touched the small flame, but it didn't burn anyone at all.
That ruddy little sun should be the nest built by Lie Huoyan for herself. It was not hot to the touch, but when she touched it lightly with the tip of her finger, she immediately felt a heartbreaking pain, which hurt her soul. This thing is very painful.
Danger.
They chatted with each other. Although Lie Huo Zhuoyan didn't respond, Hu Qing could feel that he was very happy. He couldn't help but feel guilty. The sea of consciousness was empty. The only toy around the sea, the crystal coral corridor, was made by Lie Huo Zhuoyan himself.
They never avoid it, let alone play with it.
"Lilie, would you like my sister to find you a friend to play with?"
Don't even think about Hu Nuan, she has ice spirit roots, and the burning fire will follow her and melt her.
The scorching flames danced on top of her head and flew back to the little sun.
What's going on? Are you angry?
Hu Qing was stunned and said tentatively: "Then I won't look for you anymore. I'll play with you."
The little flame jumped back on her head, grabbing her hair with two small hands and pulling it.