Wang Baole's mind was buzzing, and his breath was frozen. He looked at the scabbard in front of him, and his eyes slowly revealed a strong light.
"This pressure...is this really a first-grade magic weapon?" Wang Baole took a breath, and after careful observation, he confirmed that the scabbard was indeed a first-grade magic weapon, and he couldn't help but feel shocked.
"The first level is so coercive. If it reaches the second level...or the third level, then how powerful this scabbard will be!" Wang Baole was a little shaken when he thought of this. It took him a long time to suppress the shock, and his eyes were strange.
Mang, he suddenly felt that what the young lady said was that this thing had reached the extreme and could be used to collect ancient bronze swords. Although it was still not very reliable, the possibility seemed to be a little more.
Thinking of this, Wang Baole waited for the scabbard to cool down and grabbed it in his hand. His eyes were full of fire, and he planned to try to see how powerful the scabbard was. However, when his spiritual energy poured into the scabbard, the scabbard only shone with light, but there was no change.
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This made Wang Baole stunned for a moment. He looked into the scabbard. It was empty, and spiritual energy was emanating from it. He blended into the scabbard and looked inside. He found that the pattern on the spiritual blank was no longer the hundred as seen before, but
It is densely packed and countless, as if it is encrypted. Even Wang Baole himself has to analyze it carefully before he can understand it. As for outsiders, who do not understand the initial pattern, it is difficult to study it thoroughly.
"Reflection pattern mutation? Didn't the little sister say that there will be spiritual needles formed by the sword energy appearing from the scabbard?" After Wang Baole pondered, the spiritual energy poured into him again without believing in evil, and he took the scabbard and swung it outward, but it was still the same.
No effect appears.
"Lied to me?" Wang Baole was a little angry, but after confirming the pressure of the scabbard, he felt that it was right. At this moment, he scratched his head and simply used it as a dagger to stab the wall.
With a bang, the wall shattered a little, and there was no other change. Seeing this, Wang Baole was dumbfounded, and then became angry, and was about to take out the dream pillow and go find the young lady inside to ask for explanation.
But when he took out the dream pillow, Wang Baole paused for a moment, thinking of the strange temper of the young lady in the mask, so he thought about it, turned around and walked out of the cave. When he came back, he bought some beautiful flowers from the market.
, then entered the dream world, took out the mask and placed it on the ground, with deep affection in his eyes, and spoke softly.
"Sister, I came to see you. I have nothing to do today. I just saw these little flowers when I was passing by a cliff and thought of you." Wang Baole spoke softly, took out the flowers he bought and placed them next to the mask.
The purple petals seem to complement the black mask very well, especially in the cold winter of this dream world, when the wind blows, the petals tremble slightly, and one of them seems to rise with the wind.
"Little sister, these flowers grow lonely on the cliff. When I saw them, I felt that you were also lonely, and I can't come here to accompany you often. I hope they can be here to accompany you instead of me." Wang Baole said softly,
After I finished speaking, I immediately looked at the mask and found that it had not changed much, which made me feel a little disappointed.
"It seems that this young lady is also experienced and not easy to coax..." Wang Baole blinked, sighed inwardly, and then coughed.
"By the way, little sister, I suddenly remembered something. I have already made the scabbard you asked me to make, but how do I use it? I tried several times..."
Before Wang Baole could finish his words, as he said this, a gust of wind suddenly came and blew up one of the flowers beside the mask, passing over the mask, as if it was about to be blown away into the distance.
But at this moment, suddenly, it seemed that an invisible hand stretched out from the mask and gently pinched the flower that was about to float away, making the flower seem to be frozen and stopped in mid-air.
middle!
This scene made Wang Baole's eyes shrink suddenly and his breathing quickened slightly. He looked at the flower floating in the air, and soon saw that the flower was slightly raised, as if someone had brought it to the tip of his nose to smell it.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he vaguely seemed to see the figure of a woman appearing on the mask. This woman had long swaying hair and was wearing ancient palace clothes. Her face could not be seen clearly, but she had a sense of peerless independence.
, at this moment, he is holding a flower in one delicate hand, smelling it carefully.
"Thank you." For a long time, while Wang Baole's heart was beating rapidly, a cold voice suddenly came out from the black mask. These sudden words immediately made Wang Baole startled. He quickly took a few steps back and pressed down.
After being frightened, Wang Baole blinked and spoke quickly
"Miss, your voice is so nice..."
"..." The black mask was silent for a while. After a while, the originally cold voice inside was obviously no longer so cold, and seemed to have a little more emotion in it, and the second sentence came out.
"The scabbard is a growth-type magic weapon. Only when it is refined to the third level can the sword energy and spirit needle be released. I will teach you a way to integrate this scabbard into your body to nourish it. In this way, you can let it be with you.
Only when the soul and soul are fused can you use your fingers like an arm."
"At the same time, in this accumulation, it will also become your natal magic weapon. In the future, some of its effects and changes will be more in line with your personality and soul."
"In addition, I will teach you how to refine this scabbard to the third level. You must always remember it and strive to refine the scabbard to the third level as soon as possible." When the voice of the young lady in the mask continued to be heard, Wang Baole became excited.
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This is the most communication he has had with the other party since he obtained the mask, and the tone is obviously no longer as cold as before. This makes Wang Baole feel excited and feels that he has given the right gift. He thinks that he was too stupid before.
The young lady in this mask obviously still has a lot of things that she needs to unlock one by one.
"It seems that I need to coax her more in the future... strive to unlock all the locks as soon as possible, get harmonious with each other, and increase our favorability!" Wang Baole was delighted, firmly remembering what the young lady said about turning the scabbard into a natal magic weapon, and
After refining the third-grade formula, he planned to leave.
But just when he was about to pick up the mask and leave the dreamland, the cold voice of the young lady inside the mask echoed again.
"I want to stay here."
"Ah?" Wang Baole was stunned. After hesitating for a moment, he left the dreamland alone. But before leaving, he looked back at the place where the mask was. The flower was still floating in the air...
It was as if she had been staring and gently smelling the fragrance of the flowers.
For some reason, this glance impressed Wang Baole deeply. He seemed to really feel the deep loneliness coming from that woman...
In the silence, Wang Baole returned to reality. When he opened his eyes, he found that the mask was indeed gone, and only the dream pillow was there motionless, so he carefully put the dream pillow away. Wang Baole took a deep breath, sat down cross-legged, and followed the small instructions.
The method given by my sister is to try to integrate the scabbard into the body to nourish it.
This method is simple and the process is smooth. Soon, the scabbard disappeared from the outside world, shrunk many times in his body, and rotated with the seed-devouring vortex.
As for the formula for refining this scabbard to the second level, the materials are much more precious than those of the first level, and the quantity is more than ten times greater. After Wang Baole looked at it, he found that although most of them were familiar to him, a rough calculation showed that it would cost a lot.
At the same time, soldiers are also needed, and the number is no longer one hundred, but one thousand!
This is nothing, the materials for refining the third grade are even more exaggerated, especially the soldier sand, which requires 10,000!
This kind of quantity would be staggering even if Wang Baole could refine the colorful spiritual stones himself.
But thinking of the power of this scabbard, Wang Baole gritted his teeth and began to refine the weapon sand with anticipation. However, as he continued to refine it, an idea suddenly came to Wang Baole's mind.
"Bingsand can stimulate all the potential of the scabbard, making its patterns seem to mutate... So, can it be used on other magic weapons?" Wang Baole suddenly felt excited when he thought of this.
"The scabbard has no effect after being refined due to its grade. However, my second-grade perfect magic weapons are very powerful in themselves. If they can activate their full potential and mutate the pattern, will their power be...
A surge?”
Wang Baole's eyes lit up and he pondered for a while. After considering the feasibility, he decided to try refining to see the results. So instead of using those valuable magic weapons, he took out a lot of leftovers from previous refining tools from the storage bag.
I went straight to the furnace to start refining the first- and second-grade magic weapon that I couldn't sell.
"It's okay to fail... But once I succeed, my magical weapon will definitely have unpredictable power, because this kind of mutation is uncontrollable. I don't even know what changes will happen to the magical weapon after it mutates!"
"Will there be a magic weapon embryo?" Wang Baole felt itchy and his eyes were full of longing.