Silk cloth carefully read the two exercises and made a copy for his collection. There are similar ones in his collection, but each has its own differences and characteristics. Since it doesn't take up space, the more the better.
Said: "Both exercises are good. The Emperor's power has an imperial aura and unparalleled domineering power, which is very suitable for you to go crazy. The eternal glory has irreversible majesty. It can be seen that no matter how the ghost emperor's mentality changes, he is a high-ranking person in power. Anyway,
You have Hunyuan, I guess whatever you cultivate will be compatible and integrated with Hunyuan."
Hu Qing thought so too. She was very attracted to both techniques, especially the Imperial Overlord, which was a very powerful offensive technique that could be used with any weapon and could command thousands of troops.
As for Eternal Kurong, when I heard this name and that the Ghost Emperor could use it to save Silla, I knew that it was even more rare than the Imperial Hegemony.
It is said that it can make mountains and rivers wither overnight and flourish overnight.
If you just want to cultivate, don't do it now. Wait until the space has been filled and you can break through to the third level of stability before you can cultivate a new one. Otherwise, it will be self-defeating because you can't break through after cultivating a new one, and you will be in trouble.
After sorting out the memories of the Ghost Emperor, Hu Qing took out the materials that had been sorted out to repair his own weapons. There were top-quality raw materials, broken weapons, and good things that Hu Qing specially exchanged with the clan.
Silk Blood Killer, Ruthless Silk Demon Emperor Ling Gou Kiss, Bai Kiss and Thunder Dragon, let them choose by themselves.
Hu Qing laid down multiple layers of barriers to prevent any fluctuations in spiritual power from leaking out. He set up a seven-mouth furnace and burned it with spiritual fire.
He smiled and said: "Seven pots only have six flavors of spiritual fire. Do I want to find another one?"
I asked for five flowers from Old Linghuo of Canjian Mountain, and got one from Liu Yang, adding up to six flowers.
Oh, the sun is scorching. I can't count it. How could this person burn the stove for her? She is offering it as an offering to her ancestors. If she doesn't see her merits, let it eat. Other utensils can only drink soup.
In fact, Hu Qingting was looking forward to it, looking forward to seeing it turn into a human form under the scorching sun, after all, it had already grown little hands.
Everyone agreed: "If you look for more, we can decide on our own special spiritual fire."
Hu Qing was stunned for a moment and then shocked. I just said casually, how dare you think about it.
Qingwusi hugged a ball of silk thread and said shyly: "Nuanbao gave it to me specially."
Look, it has a bow tied with a pink ribbon.
Weapons: Bah.
Hu Qing's heart suddenly moved: "I'll send you to Hu Nuan. If any little yellow hair comes near, you will be hanged immediately."
Wu Qingsi: "..." Although I am a tool, I feel that you are not a human being.
Gouqi despised: "Do you want Hu Nuan to be an old aunt like you?"
Hu Qing fell on his back: "What's wrong with me? I just don't want to. There are so many men who like me."
He kissed her, turned around to get her peach blossom charm, and threw it in front of her: "You'll die."
Not even a flicker. Not even a candle.
With luck in mind, he put the Peach Blossom Talisman into the space and held it down with a big stone: "Private items, outsiders should not touch them."
"Go into the furnace, enter the furnace. I owe you everything. It's all scrap metal." Hu Qing cursed and increased the power of the fire.
Baiqi and Brontosaurus got inside and leaned their little heads against the wall, staring at her eagerly.
"You two are different." Hu gently touched the two little heads. They were smooth and hard. Looking at the materials they chose, well, they were all leftovers from the gold-eating beast. Well, they were considered brand new.
Look at those choices again, tsk, choose rags from rags.
Throwing the materials in, burning them at high temperatures locally, processing as needed, fusion as needed, Hu Qing found that after becoming powerful again, the spirit could control the heat and materials more easily when refining the weapon. If her cultivation level were to improve, her
The art of refining weapons can also be further improved.
Because it was for them to repair and supplement, they only needed to process the raw materials to the appropriate level, and each device could complete the remaining absorption steps by itself, so it did not take too long. Silk cloth was completed first because he picked less.
Let Hu Qing find some high-level ones in the future. Baiqi and Thunder Dragon took the longest. These two proper gold-swallowing stone spirits, fire-attributed and thunder-attributed stone spirits were all eaten by the two of them.
While Hu Qing was waiting in the middle, he held a long bow to examine the details. This long bow was the prize given to him by nine Yang Sect disciples who won the first place in the second level. Well, it was a broken bow that lacked arrows. At that time, I disliked it and threw it in.
I don't care about the space anymore. Now that I think about it, this bow must have some background.
Her fingers probed inch by inch, but no matter whether she used spiritual power, consciousness or blood, the bow showed no response. Hu Qing pulled down the bow string, but it was so soft that she couldn't even make a sound. She had a toothache. Not only did she have to match the arrow,
The strings still need to be changed. The material of the strings is clear, it is nothing more than the sinews of giant beasts or the sinews taken from fairy trees, but this heavy bow cannot be found out what materials it is made of.
Hu Qing thought for a while, then separated a ray of spiritual fire like the flame of an alcohol lamp and burned it. For a long time, the burned area was still cold.
As soon as she thought about it, she simply entered the space and flew to the side of the little sun.
"Dear Lie Lie, can you help me burn this?"
Hu Qing handed over the long bow flatteringly.
Tsk, it was still hot last time, but thanks to the scorching sun, Zhuoyan didn't have the heart to care about her.
A cluster of flames jumped onto the long bow, and as soon as the flames ignited, the limp string was burned off. Hu Qian glanced at it and didn't care, just staring at the bow.
The flame was not big, and it burned in one place. It burned for more than ten minutes, and even my eyes were cross-eyed. I vaguely saw that the area under the flame seemed to have changed color. Just when I was about to take a closer look, the scorching sun burned me.
Suddenly, huge flames erupted from the little sun and the whole longbow was bitten out of Hu Qing's hand.
Hu Qing was startled and reached out to coax Little Yang: "Don't be in a hurry, we're not in a hurry."
The terrifying high temperature on the surface of the little sun will not harm Hu Qing. Ever since she took the merit once, Hu Qing clearly feels that the scorching sun is much closer to her.
The flames were golden and red, and Hu Qing couldn't see the long bow inside. He kept saying some light words, and looked around his own space. Wherever he looked, he could see every blade of grass and every grain of soil clearly.
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This is the wonderful feeling of control.
After half an hour of this, the flames on the little sun exploded, and the long bow spit out, and a very clear hum came out.
It has a very arrogant and arrogant meaning, as if to say: nothing more than that.
Hu Qing was so amused that he caught the long bow with one hand. He saw that the long bow had transformed greatly at this time. The original gray color had turned into jet black, and it felt more like some kind of wood than metal. Could it be that the bow body was made of a sacred tree?
system?
The jet-black main body is micro-carved with patterns that are almost invisible to the naked eye. Of course, with a light eyesight, you can see clearly the stars, the earth, the sun, the moon, and the rivers in a very rough style, as well as some mountains, rivers, abyss, and oceans. This
The rough style of painting, the sharpness in the simple lines - I pinched it hard with my fingernails, it was good, no trace was left, and the nail root almost broke.
Why does she look at these simple figures as if they were drawn directly with a sharp tool?
Thinking like this, I condensed my consciousness into a needle and drew it upward - huh, there was a stabbing pain in my brain.
It won't hurt at all.
Very hard and tough material!
What sharp tool can I use to carve on such good materials?
Shouldn't it be an object belonging to a prehistoric god?
Hu Qing stuck out the tip of his tongue. He really dared to think that this was a broken artifact.
What a magical weapon... it sucks.
Still unable to recognize its owner, Hu Qing regretfully placed it in the sea of consciousness to nurture it, hoping that one day it would be able to take the initiative to tell him everything about it when it matures.
"Dear Lielie, do you want to go out and play?"
Hu Qing twisted his hands and blinked.
The little hand stretched out, pinched her face, then took it back again, and there was no movement.