"Three months is a lot of time, but it's not much... We have to hurry up!" Wang Baole sat cross-legged in the cave, and after carefully deducing the back lines of the Vulcan Cannon, his expression slowly showed determination.
"I chose the Vulcan Cannon!" Wang Baole took a deep breath, immediately took out the jade slips, and began to construct the pattern of the scaled-down version of the Vulcan Cannon. Although there was a reference, this was an improvement after all, and the difficulty was not small.
Fortunately, Wang Baole knew the pattern of the Vulcan Cannon very well, and through the previous battle in the fortress, he had improved the Vulcan Cannon many times, and was extremely familiar with every part in it.
"The Vulcan Cannon I want to make cannot be too small... Otherwise, it will not be powerful enough, and it will also be difficult to put together..." Wang Baole scratched his hair, thought hard, and gradually adjusted his thoughts.
"I can't think too much about the Vulcan Cannon. All I have to do is treat it as a prototype and use its back pattern..."
Time flies and three days pass.
In the past three days, Wang Baole, forgetting sleep and food, constantly constructed and reshaped it, and finally sketched in his mind the appearance of the Vulcan Cannon he wanted to make.
Its appearance is very different from the Vulcan cannon. To be precise, it looks more like a rocket launcher.
Looking at the sketch he drew inside the jade slip, Wang Baole looked satisfied. He began to deduce the fretwork based on his sketch and the power he wanted to show. All kinds of fantastic ideas kept popping up.
Collision in mind.
It wasn't until a few days passed that Wang Baole, who was immersed in the modification of the Vulcan cannon, looked tired, and then he ended the deduction of the Hui pattern.
Just here, with the help of the Huishen Cannon, he has deduced more than a million Huiwen. With his cultivation and magical skills, he cannot put all of these Huiwen into one spiritual treasure.
Finish.
"Seventy-eight spiritual treasures need to be combined to form my structure..." Wang Baole rubbed his brows, took out a bottle of ice spiritual water and drank it. After a short rest, he started working again.
This time took the longest time. He needed to strictly follow his own planning requirements and produce seventy-eight spiritual treasures with different shapes, patterns, and effects.
There can be no mistakes at all, and it must completely conform to the structure of his sketch, so that these spiritual treasures can perfectly share the millions of patterns, and can fit together perfectly in the final combination.
Once it failed, he had to start over and make sure it was completely correct. In this way, after refining for a month, Wang Baole was filled with excitement. He finally refined the seventy-eight spiritual treasures he needed one by one.
Even if not all of them are satisfactory, this is the best that Wang Baole can achieve due to his current achievements. Even the other spiritual treasures he made before were not as consuming as now.
For him this month, he even forgot about snacks. The only thing that existed in his mind was the improved version of the Vulcan Cannon he had constructed.
"The next step is the most difficult combination..." Looking at the spiritual treasures in front of him, Wang Baole took a deep breath to suppress his excitement. He understood that putting the spiritual treasures together was not just about putting them together like building blocks;
They need to be fused together with spiritual control during smelting.
As a result, it was extremely difficult and the consumption of energy and spiritual power was also staggering, so after resting for a whole day, Wang Baole started to combine.
Just the difficulty of putting the spirit treasures together, even if Wang Baole had already expected it, was still quite difficult and failed many times. Especially on the fifth day, the prototype of the Vulcan Cannon was already in front of Wang Baole and a roar was heard.
, suddenly exploded.
Under the protection of Jin Zhongzhu, Wang Baole, who had avoided this wave of impact, looked at the broken Lingbao and wanted to cry without tears. He pulled a handful of hair in frustration.
"It's because my cultivation level is not enough!!" Wang Baole's eyes showed stubbornness. After these failures, he had already seen that due to the fusion of Lingbao, many places require spiritual power to be controlled in subtle ways, so once the spiritual power cannot follow,
, stagnation and depletion will cause the Lingbao combination to fail.
Even if Wang Baole surpassed other disciples on the second level of True Breath, he still couldn't complete the combination in one go. At this moment, his emotions were ups and downs. After walking back and forth in the cave for a few steps, he suddenly stopped.
"Only by reaching the third level of True Breath can we successfully complete the Lingbao combination!" Thinking of this, Wang Baole gritted his teeth and thought about buying some elixirs. He suddenly looked down at his stomach, raised his hand and touched it.
The eyes are full of wonder.
"The effect of those elixirs should not be as good as the crystal in my stomach... Every time the cultivation level is turned on, some will be absorbed, but it is still too slow. If the absorption can be accelerated, the cultivation level will definitely be able to break through!" He patted his belly.
Afterwards, Wang Baole immediately sat down cross-legged and took out the spiritual treasure given by Chen Yutong to deceive the brain.
Without hesitation, Wang Baole immediately put the spiritual treasure on his head and gave the order.
"I was seriously injured and need nourishment..." After Wang Baole finished speaking, the helmet-like Lingbao he was wearing suddenly shook, as if an electric current was transmitted to his head, but nothing happened, and there was not much reaction.
Wang Baole waited for a long time, feeling a little helpless. He tried running, hunger and other commands again. When he found that all the commands were ineffective, he glared. This is forcing me to use more tricks.
As soon as the words "I'm pregnant again" came out, Lingbao's electric current was obviously extremely strong, but before Wang Baole could be happy, the electric current lost its effect again after being transmitted to the brain.
This made Wang Baole dumbfounded.
"Is it because I lied to my brain too many times? All my brains have become resistant and don't believe me anymore..." Wang Baole took a breath when he thought of this. He was shocked by his guess. He was incredible and couldn't help but feel excited.
He felt a little embarrassed, after all... his brain didn't believe him. This kind of thing felt too strange to him, and it also felt weird.
"This won't work..." Wang Baole had no choice but to open the spiritual website and look at the elixirs sold on it. However, after looking for a long time, he could not find any elixir that had no side effects and could allow him to break through in a short time.
Most of them are relatively mild and need to be taken for a long time to improve cultivation. As for the elixirs Wang Baole needs, it is not that they are not available, but they are rare.
Considering that there were less than two months before the military exam, Wang Baole became anxious and even contacted Little White Rabbit and Du Min, but Little White Rabbit seemed to be still in seclusion and did not respond. As for Du Min, there was a reply, but
But it was a very direct "no".
Just when Wang Baole was thinking about asking Chen Yutong, he suddenly had an idea and remembered that when he was extracting the teeth of a vicious beast at the fortress, he had been electrocuted, causing the crystal to decompose a little.
Thinking of this, Wang Baole's eyes suddenly lit up, he immediately took out the dream pillow, entered the dream world, found the young lady, and asked to be electrocuted...
Under the little sister's weirdness and surprise, lightning flew across...
But after being shocked a few times, Wang Baole, who was screaming, discovered in despair that it was ineffective.
"That's not right... Could it be that the electricity in the dream has no effect and needs to be used in reality?" Wang Baole murmured sadly and angrily. He felt that if he continued like this, he felt like he was seeking death, but when he thought about the soldier assessment, he thought about the person in charge of the hospital management department.
location, I was about to go to Lower House Island to look for cables to try.
But at this moment, the masked lady gave Wang Baole a proposal.
"Perhaps, you can try the power of nihilistic thunder and lightning. This kind of thunder and lightning contains certain laws, which is more strange than the electricity you created..."
"Thunder and lightning?" Wang Baole was stunned. After leaving the dream world, he thought for a long time and remembered what Lu Zhangyuan of the Lower Courtyard Island once said. In the Formation Pavilion, there is a secret realm of thunder that is open to all disciples of the Upper Courtyard Island!
After becoming a disciple of Shangyuan Island, although Wang Baole had never been to this secret realm of thunder, he had seen other people discussing it on the spiritual network and knew that the so-called secret realm was actually a fragment of a complete bronze sword.
This fragment is buried there, and it contains the thunder inheritance on an ancient bronze sword. This inheritance is divided into five parts, which are the five secret techniques of magic.
"These five spells are... Flash Arc, Thunder Magnetic, Instant Sword, Explosive Dragon and... Hell Sea!" Wang Baole narrowed his eyes and whispered in his heart. He knew that if someone could master all these five spells,
Mastered and integrated together, it is a complete inheritance.
This complete inheritance is similar to a certain extremely bad climate in the Federation, called... thunder blast!
After weighing it in his mind, Wang Baole's eyes showed decisiveness. He knew that he had no time to waste and must cultivate as soon as possible to break through the second level of true breath and reach the third level of true breath.
In this way, he can successfully combine the seventy-eight spiritual treasures to form his own... improved version of the Vulcan Cannon, using which he can conduct his own soldier assessment!
"It shouldn't kill anyone!" Wang Baole shook off his hesitation, and after making a decision, he immediately left the cave, took out the water droplet airship, and flew out of the Dharma Weapon Pavilion in an instant, heading straight for the Formation Pavilion.
The speed of the water droplet airship was astonishing. Soon Wang Baole arrived at the Array Pavilion and headed straight for the secret realm of Thunder Domain.
The Thunder Domain Secret Realm is built on a hill in the Formation Pavilion. There are seven or eight huge blue stones erected there, with a circular formation in the middle.
Therefore, the place is open and unguarded. Anyone can enter and gain opportunities as long as they register. Moreover, with the help of the formation, the place can be protected. Once the disciples are in danger, they can be teleported back instantly.
When Wang Baole arrived here, it was already dusk. Although there were people in this secret place in the Thunder Domain, there were not many of them. Wang Baole did not delay. He registered as soon as he approached, and then stepped directly into the formation. As his eyes flashed, when it became clear,
, he has appeared in another space.
The sky here is dark, and there are many high towers standing on the ground. These high towers seem to be made of metal, like the tips of swords. Looking at it, there are thousands of such high towers on the ground, and there are even more sounds like roaring thunder.
, the sky is roaring, and when you look up, you can still see irregular lightning bolts in the dark clouds, chasing them wildly.
Sometimes it falls and bombards the towers on the ground, causing the towers to tremble. Looking from a distance, the falling lightning looks like a thunder dragon. It is extremely shocking and at the same time, more like a catastrophe.