"Thank you, nephew, please be optimistic, this is my destiny magic weapon."
In the quiet room, Master Qingxia opened her red lips lightly and spit out a small thing.
At first it was no bigger than a longan, but then it swelled in the wind and turned into a jade book about the size of a foot, hanging between the two of them.
Qingxia Zhenren waved her bare hands lightly, making an invitation gesture.
Xie Duanyang has seen a lot of talismans, but this is the first time he has come into contact with magic treasures.
Moreover, it is also a top-notch magic weapon such as the "Wonderful Dharma Book".
Without being polite to her, Xie Duanyang placed his palm on the cover.
Almost as soon as the other party made a move, I could feel countless rays of spiritual pressure emerging silently.
Although the sense of oppression is not very strong, there is no doubt that it comes from the alchemy monks.
Turning a blind eye to these, Xie Duanyang tried to open the pages of the book.
Surprisingly easy.
It's just that Xie Duanyang looked at the things on it like a book from heaven, and couldn't understand what the complicated lines on it meant.
You know, each of the twelve pages at the beginning corresponds to a magic weapon and a high-level spell.
Even a pill-forming monk may not be able to see anything at a glance.
What's more, it's just Xie Duanyang who is in the early stages of foundation building.
In particular, the mystery of these natal spiritual symbols is not just the spiritual patterns displayed on the surface.
Thinking in his mind, Xie Duanyang tried to inject a ray of magic power into it.
It won't be that easy this time.
The spiritual light flowing on the Dharma book easily bounces away the mana blockage, making it impossible to penetrate into it.
Xie Duanyang just tried it briefly. When he saw no results, he took back his magic power and did not continue to test it.
It seemed fruitless just now, but in fact he still gained something.
The technique of "Wan Miao Dharma Book" is indeed from the lineage of Shen Wen, and the traces in it are very clear.
"If my nephew can help me successfully separate this treasure.
There are thirty-six mid-level spells and seventy-two low-level spells in the book, and you can choose twelve of them freely.
If we can shorten the time to less than three months, I can promise you a high-level spiritual talisman.
Every time the time shortens by one month, there will be one more talisman..."
Without taking back the Dharma book, Master Qingxia just looked at Xie Duanyang and stated the conditions that she and Master Wanmiao Temple had long discussed.
"It's just that many of these high-level spiritual talismans, even if placed in our sect, only have one, and there is no duplication.
We cannot let our nephew choose by himself, and the number of low- and middle-level spiritual talismans will also be halved..."
Hearing this, the eyes of the other Wanmiao Guanjie Dan monk in the quiet room couldn't help but change, with a hint of anger, and he opened his mouth to say something.
"Senior Sister Qingyan..."
Although mid-level spiritual talismans are rare in the world of cultivation, Wanmiaoguan is good at making talismans, so the situation is always much better.
The one hundred and eight low and middle level spiritual talismans are just that.
But each of those twelve high-level spiritual talismans is comparable to a magic weapon.
Even if Xie Duanyang can play some role in this process, he is not worthy of such a heavy gift.
Just get more mid-level talismans and elixirs.
You know, as a pill-forming monk, he was sent by the sect to participate in this matter, and the reward he received was nothing more than a high-level spiritual talisman.
Originally, he thought that the income was very generous, and with just a little refinement, it would be enough to increase his strength by a few points.
But why should a mere Foundation Builder be on an equal footing with him?!
After hearing this, Xie Duanyang's expression did not move at all, but he lowered his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes.
Master Qingxia raised her hand to stop the unpleasant words spoken by the Dan Jie cultivator behind her.
She didn’t explain much, she just asked a question.
"My ancestor nodded and agreed to this matter. Could it be that my junior brother thinks it's inappropriate..."
As soon as Master Qingyan said these words, the male cultivator's face changed suddenly. He instinctively raised his head and looked in a certain direction, and hurriedly defended himself.
"Senior sister has misunderstood, junior brother has no such intention!
Ancestor has great foresight, how could it be wrong?!"
Seeing that he surrendered, Qingyan did not continue to delve deeper, but raised her eyes to look at Xie Duanyang again, her tone much gentler.
"Thank you, nephew. Next, I will cast a spell to temporarily restrain the power of the book. I just want to give you a hard time."
After finishing speaking, Qingyan threw her hand and made a series of seals on the "Wan Miao Dharma Book", causing the spiritual light on it to flicker.
"Junior Brother Tianguang, do it!"
This time, the Dan-Jie male cultivator didn't say anything more. He just put his hands on Xie Duanyang's shoulders and slowly poured the Dan-Jie cultivator's true essence into his body.
Immediately, Xie Duanyang was at a loss for words and was anxious to activate his skills to sort out the sudden surge of mana in his body.
After all, his cultivation level is still a little behind.
That's why Wanmiaoguan selected this pill-forming monk to temporarily boost Xie Duanyang's magic power.
In Wanmiao Temple, most of the disciples practice the two elements of water and wood.
However, Dan Jie male cultivation is the most common fire practice in the world of spiritual practice, but it is rare in Wanmiao Temple. It is consistent with Xie Duanyang's Taoism.
The powerful mana that almost bursts the meridians is poured in crazily, and along with it, Xie Duanyang's aura rises sharply.
Late stage of foundation building!
In just one cup of tea, my momentum has easily improved to the late stage.
Just pause for a moment, and then advance towards the foundation-building perfection again!
Holding on to the severe pain, Xie Duanyang gritted his teeth and barely kept his consciousness clear.
Inject this powerful mana guidance into your hands that is almost beyond your control.
The practice of "melting gold and smelting iron hands" is closely related to the monk's own cultivation realm.
But it doesn't mean that you can automatically improve your skills once you reach the level of cultivation. You still need to continuously strengthen your muscles and bones and temper your meridians according to secret methods.
But even if this is the case, it is enough to increase the attainments of Xie Duanyang's hands by nearly half.
"Go!"
The stream of red gold light surged and the heat wave rolled in. Xie Duanyang performed the nine moves of "Melting Gold and Collecting Treasures" at once without any interruption.
But I saw the heat surge up, wrapping the jade book in the air, and the talismans seemed to be crazily injected with spirituality.
The light on the "Book of Wonders" flashes, rising and shrinking.
The restrictions left behind when Duobao was originally refined, they sensed the same source of breath and instinctively responded to each other.
It’s just that the process is too slow.
Xie Duanyang felt as if his magic power was trapped in a boundless swamp.
It often takes a lot of effort to be able to barely move even half a step in it.
However, with every step forward, Xie Duanyang's magic power penetrates into the most fundamental part of this magic weapon.
Ideas collide and inspiration bursts out.
Even if there were profound lines that he couldn't understand at first, when Xie Duanyang looked at them again, he would no longer gain as much as he did at the beginning.
Instead, there are more Dharma thoughts that seem to be present or not.
This exercise lasted for eighteen days.
Xie Duanyang no longer knows how many times he has meditated and adjusted his breathing.
I have even completely adapted to the magic power injected by the pill-forming monk, and there is no longer that "stretching" feeling.
The "Wonderful Dharma Book" that had remained unmoved, as if it was more difficult to deal with than a copper bean, finally changed.
The jade book, which was a finger thick, silently split open and turned into hundreds of jade pieces arranged in four rows in the air, firmly protecting the three people inside.