She once killed an immortal who went out and came back from Xiaoli Realm. Among the relics was a dusty and very old lamp. At that time, she thought it was not an ordinary thing, so she kept it, almost forgetting its existence. Suddenly thinking about it, she felt inexplicably
It's a set.
Turning out the broken lamp again, Hu Qing stood in the middle and looked around his warehouse with a headache. There were a lot of things and it was time to clean them up. Moreover, the stone spirits discharged from the island of the Gold Swallowing Beast had not been moved for a long time.
I'll take inventory later and replace the ones I don't need with replacement materials. Oh, I also need to sort out a list suitable for Xiaoli's world.
Silk cloth fluttered over, and she tried to put the lamp on the human figure, but it didn't fit in either hand.
He said: "Put the lamp under the person."
kindness?
Hu Qing looked at the bottom of the lamp. It was flat. The bottom of the person was also flat. He put the person on the lamp, but it still couldn't be connected.
Silk cloth spoke again: "Burn it."
Hu Qing stretched out his hand and made six balls of spiritual fire fly over. He squeezed the two weapons into the middle hand in hand and burned them fiercely in the air.
"When can my spiritual fire be cultivated into a fire essence?"
Just sighing, after all, the old spirit fire in Canjian Mountain is not a fire spirit either.
Huh? This makes Jin Jing, that fool, so precious.
Oh, by the way, there is also a water spirit. Is the injury healed?
Hu Qing and Juan Bu chatted idlely: "Have you seen the fire spirit, earth spirit and wood spirit?"
Silk cloth asked: "Why do you think I haven't seen it?"
Hu Qing choked: "I've really seen it before."
"Ang. My ex has his own tricks."
Hu Qing: "...how did such a great person like your predecessor die? If you tell me, I will take a lesson from you."
Silk cloth: "You're so stupid. You really need to take this as a warning."
Based on the character shown by Ju Bu and the things he tried his best to prevent himself from doing, Hu Qing could deduce that he must be a character and his heart should not be bad, at least not bad to Ju Bu.
After the spiritual fire was finished, he put the two brand-new items into Hu Qing's hands. The tatters had a new look. Although they still felt old, the dirt on them had been burnt away, and their original appearance could be seen.
Hu Qing studied back and forth for a long time, and finally saw that the doorway, the lamp and the person were all detachable. Because the joints were handled very skillfully, if she had not been proficient in tools, she would not have been able to see it at all.
Tsk, we are also masters.
I fumbled to take the lamp apart. It looked like there were more than 30 parts on the outside, but in fact I took it apart and took it out into more than 70 pieces. The texture of each seam is different.
Hu Qing thoughtfully dismantled the human body. As expected, the human body was broken into more pieces, more than 150 pieces. The seam pattern was also different, and it was obviously the same as the seam pattern of the lamp.
"They actually match each other." Silk cloth said in surprise.
Hu Qing smiled: "Hu Nuan and I are very lucky."
She got the lamp, and Hu Nuan picked the person.
Silk cloth also laughed: "I turned around and took Hu Huahua to search for treasures. I can sense that his wat beast bloodline has improved, so he must have better luck."
"Oh? Do you know his blood concentration?"
"Of course I don't know. But he should have ancient blood. When we met this time, I felt that his aura was unstable, and he had the appearance of a great demon."
Among the bloodlines of the demon clan, there are miscellaneous blood, racial blood, etc. Miscellaneous blood is just blood, supplying nutrients to the demon body. Racial blood is responsible for inheriting the race's natural skills. Miscellaneous blood is also called waste blood, and the body only contains miscellaneous blood.
It is an ordinary animal with only survival skills. Only those with awakened racial bloodline can use skills and talents. The thicker the racial bloodline, the more talents and skills are awakened, and the greater the room for improvement. And if you return to the ancient bloodline, it is possible to learn the abilities of your ancestors.
The ultimate move. As long as there is a trace of ancient blood, it is enough to make it stand at the top of the race.
Hu Qing knew this, but he didn't care much about it. Hu Huahua didn't want to return to the family, no matter how much blood there was. Anyway, in her eyes as a mother, as long as the child is strong enough not to be bullied.
She didn't talk to him, and Silk Bu kept talking on his own: "I didn't expect his biological father to be a dragon."
Hu Qing reassembles it according to the pattern. The pattern looks similar, so you have to distinguish the difference carefully. Sometimes when it looks similar, it feels inconsistent when put together, so I take it apart again.
"The dragon bloodline is also pretty good. In fact, if we are serious about it, the potential of the dragon bloodline is greater than that of the Watmon. After all, the Dragon Ancestor is a god, and the dragon's combat power is not comparable to that of the Watmon. But, luck is something special.
Xiehu—Hu Qing, what did you do?"
The non-stop squeaking of silk cloth occasionally swept Hu Qing's hand. He was shocked and almost screamed.
Hu Qing was also very embarrassed. She didn't know why it turned out to be like this after assembly - the two figures were strangely overlapping each other as if...
"It's wrong, it's wrong, start over." It was quickly dismantled, and the ambiguous mass turned into pieces.
The silk cloth swept back and forth on her face and flicked: "I'm going to take a look at your peach blossom charm to see if it lights up."
"It won't light up." Hu Qing said this deliberately, but actually he had a little expectation in his heart.
After hundreds of years, the iron tree must have bloomed.
Silk cloth came back: "It's not bright."
The light in Hu Qing's eyes suddenly went out.
Silk cloth couldn't feel the pain of human beings who wanted to fall in love, so he chatted with her again: "Personally, I prefer phoenixes. I have seen phoenixes. They are phoenixes, not those phoenixes and phoenixes. They are so beautiful, you can imagine them."
You can’t tell how beautiful the phoenix’s feathers are, covering the entire sky. According to legend, there was a phoenix god who saw that the sky was very monotonous, so he manifested his true form and flew across the sky in all realms, and then there were colorful clouds——”
Blah blah blah.
Hu Qing looked at his hands in a daze.
Silk cloth stopped talking: "One person killed another person?"
How can Hu Qing explain it? It was obvious that one person knelt beside the other person and stabbed him in the stomach.
Take it apart and come again!
"Well, I heard that real phoenixes can no longer be seen in the fairy world. It is said that pure phoenixes, divine dragons and other mythical beasts have disappeared. Is this a rule of heaven? Have they all gone to the divine world? Let's talk about the Chongming Bird.
She just looks like that, Caicai is a pretty good child. Why does her father look so colorful? Ask her mother which tribe she is from. But, I think Caicai’s aura needs to break through too—"
He stopped abruptly and asked her: "Can't you put together something serious?"
What's more awesome this time is that one person grew out of another person's body.
Hu Qing was so angry that he threw it on the ground: "Come again!" He scolded the silk cloth, "You are always nagging around me. Do you think what you are nagging is serious?"
Silk Bull was amused: "Why, let me recite a heart-purifying spell for you?"
I blame others for my handicap.
I picked it up and dismantled it. I didn't rush to put it back together this time. I carefully inspected the small parts. Sure enough, I took out a few more pieces and put them back together again.
Silk cloth said: "Isn't this supposed to be able to be put together into different shapes?"
Hu paused and said, "Why didn't I think of that?"
This time she spelled it out again, it was a person holding a lantern, it looked much better than the previous three times.
Poking his fingers on the swaying lantern, Hu Qing said, "Why do I think incense should be burned here?"
Silk cloth sneered: "Recognize the master, what's the use of guessing on your own."
