Chapter 2

Seeing this situation, xiaopang was not surprised but happy, because he had checked relevant classics and knew that only treasures that can automatically absorb blood essence can refine cost life magic weapons. Treasures without this ability either have insufficient grade or have a master and cannot be refined. In other words, since it can absorb its own blood essence, it proves that it can indeed be refined into a magic weapon.

Xiaopang was overjoyed. He didn't care to bandage his wound, so he hurriedly held the beads and collected his innate aura for refining. As song Zhong's aura slowly poured into the beads, song Zhong felt that he had established an inexplicable connection with it.

Two hours later, song Zhong opened his eyes again. The beads on his hands had disappeared. But he was in no hurry. Because he could clearly feel that it had infiltrated into his Dantian and officially integrated with him.

Song Zhongxin read a movement, and the black beads immediately appeared above the palm of his hand, rotating slowly. The appearance looked unchanged. Xiaopang was frustrated to find that he had not found out its usage.

In desperation, song Zhong had to probe his mind into it. However, when xiaopang's mind came into contact with beads, song Zhong suddenly felt a blur of mind. The next moment, he was surprised to find that he had come to a strange space.

It's not big here. It's only a square foot. It's surrounded by a standard ball. There's a little light above. Some small particles like stars are shining. The ground under your feet is loess with a diameter of several feet, and in the middle is a black land with a diameter of two feet.

Little fat stood in this space and felt very disappointed. There are no strange treasures here, not even any aura, which is not suitable for cultivation at all. The only conspicuous thing was the black soil. Song Zhong grabbed it and looked at it. He didn't find anything different except the color, nor did he have any aura.

It's a big joke! Xiaopang thought with a sad smile, "I'm afraid this is a space item made by others. It's just because it's too rubbish. But unexpectedly, my parents picked me up as a baby and fooled me by the way! I even refined such a garbage as my only magic weapon! Am I so bad? "

In fact, it's no wonder xiaopang is depressed. The most common space bag of others is almost one or two feet, which is almost the same as song Zhong's space. In other words, xiaopang used the most common and garbage space bag in the cultivation world as his life magic weapon. Of course, he will be depressed.

"Alas, it's better to have a space bag than not!" Now, xiaopang has to comfort himself and say, "at least one of the most garbage space bags is also worth a lot of spirit stones. With my current ability, I can't afford it all my life!"

Although xiaopang comforted himself like this, his ten-year expectation and hard work for more than eight hours a day ended up like this. He suddenly cut off the end of the road of truth cultivation, which still made him feel a great blow. So that he didn't want to continue his practice, but fell directly into bed and fell asleep.

When xiaopang woke up the next day, he was surprised to find that it was dusk the next day. He slept all day because of the blow and didn't even have time to eat lunch.

Although he has cut off the road of truth cultivation, xiaopang has no plan to commit suicide. He still has to live. If he wants to live, he can't give up his job of picking up garbage. Therefore, even if he is hungry now, he can't go to dinner immediately, but must complete his task first. Otherwise, he would have driven himself down the mountain by seeing his unpleasant supervisor for a long time.

Therefore, although xiaopang is tired physically and mentally, he can only get up immediately and rush to Lianfu hall. After coming to the Fuwen training hall, xiaopang suddenly remembered that he had forgotten one thing, that is, to bring an empty basket.

Because according to the process, he must leave the empty basket and take away the garbage. Otherwise, he can only dump the garbage and return the empty basket. In that case, he will have to run one more trip. A round trip can be hundreds of miles! If you add the other two halls, you will have to run 300 miles more. In this way, I'm afraid it will be dark when he finishes his work, and there will be no leftovers in the canteen.

Xiaopang didn't want to continue to starve after running hundreds of miles, so in a hurry, he suddenly remembered his own life magic weapon that he had just refined. Anyway, the space of that bead is not small. It's no problem to load ten baskets of garbage.

Thinking of this, xiaopang's eyes lit up and immediately tried to pick up a basket of garbage full of abandoned spells. When his heart moved, the basket of garbage disappeared in an instant. By virtue of the his special feeling with the his life magic weapon, song Zhong immediately noticed that garbage basket had entered that space.

"Ha ha, there's a door!" Seeing this, xiaopang immediately came to his life magic weapon excitedly, then dumped the garbage on the ground and went out with an empty basket.

After sending two baskets of garbage into his life magic weapon, xiaopang left the Lianfu hall and went straight to the Liandan hall. On the road, xiaopang thought to himself that although this life magic weapon was a little wasted, it was still useful. In the past, I had to go back and forth between the gutter and the three halls three times. With it, I just had to collect the garbage of the three halls first and go to the gutter again. It saved me at least a hundred miles.

Thinking about it, xiaopang ran through three halls. At this time, it was dark. According to the process, he should have gone to the gutter to take out the garbage first. However, if you go to the gutter again at this time, I'm afraid there will be no food. Anyway, xiaopang's job is just to clean up the garbage of the three halls. Now the task has been completed. It doesn't matter if he goes to the gutter later. No one will take care of it.

Therefore, after leaving the refining hall, xiaopang didn't go to the gutter, but hurried to the canteen. Just in time for the last leftovers left by a friend. Xiaopang, who had been hungry for a day, devoured all the leftovers. Because he was too hungry, he ate a little. In addition, he was a little tired after running so many times. Xiaopang thought for a while. Finally, he didn't go to the gutter. Instead, he said goodbye to his buddy and went back to his cabin to have a rest. Anyway, the garbage has been disposed of. It doesn't matter if you spend more time in your life magic weapon. After returning to his shabby hut, xiaopang meditated according to his previous habits. Half an hour later, xiaopang recovered his innate aura and his spirit was much better. If he had followed song Zhongping's habit, he would have started practicing directly. But now he knows that he has no hope of cultivating himself. Where can he chew the boring meditation? However, he didn't know how to relieve his loneliness after such leisure. After ten years of solitude and hard practice, he has already become an isolated person. He doesn't have many friends or even a pet. So now I don't want to find anything to talk to. In boredom, xiaopang remembered his life magic weapon again. Is that really rubbish? Are their parents really cheated by a piece of garbage? Is my life ruined like this? Am I destined to be bullied forever? Xiaopang often thinks of this and feels extremely unwilling. No, I have to go and have a look again. Maybe there's something good hidden in it, but I didn't find it! Thinking of this, little fat thought and his body appeared in that space again. As soon as Xiao Pang appeared, he immediately felt a rush of aura. Although the concentration of aura was not very high, it was not as thick as the cabin he lived outside, but it was really a aura. Wait, Reiki! Song Zhong was shocked when he felt the aura, because when he came last time, he clearly didn't feel any aura, even the slightest bit! Why is there Reiki in just one day? Can aura be generated here automatically? Thinking of this, xiaopang quickly sat cross legged, and then released his divine consciousness to carefully observe this strange space. Because this is the magic weapon of song Zhong's life, which is connected with Xiao Pang's heart, for song Zhong, everything here is under control. He can even let God's consciousness enter the land here at will and feel the innermost changes. Under Xiao Pang's exploration, the real face of this space gradually appeared in front of Xiao Pang. It turns out that this space is actually a standard spherical shape, with a diameter of a little more than ten feet. One third of it is soil, and the strange black soil in the middle is a cylindrical shape, with a diameter of two feet and a height of about three feet. The whole space was filled with aura. After xiaopang's divine consciousness swept through it, he soon found that the aura was emitted from the black soil in the middle. After finding the source, xiaopang woke up and opened his eyes. I found that the black soil in the middle had been completely covered by the garbage I threw. Since you know that black earth can emit aura, where can xiaopang allow it to be covered with garbage? Without saying a word, he hurried to pull the garbage aside, revealing the essence of black soil. Then scan it with divine consciousness and find that there are several sources of aura under the black earth. With excitement, song Zhong reached into the black soil and immediately felt that he had touched a kind of cotton and slippery thing. Xiaopang was delighted and said, ha ha, there's really a baby. Look where you're going this time! Thinking of this, he hurried to pull the thing out of his hand. As a result, song Zhong was stunned when he looked carefully. It turned out that the treasure in his hand was just a used broken spell. Spells are commonly used props by practitioners. They can be used to directly release powerful spells, eliminating the middle casting process, which is very convenient. Therefore, almost everyone takes it. After the spell is used, although most of the spiritual power has been released, a small part still remains in the spell and dissipates slowly with the passage of time. The spell in xiaopang's hand is a used spell, which is the garbage he just converged from the practice hall today. Obviously, it was pressed into the black soil by other garbage thrown in behind, and then it became the source of Reiki dissipation. At this time, xiaopang was strange. Although the abandoned spell was to gradually dissipate Reiki, it was not fast. At least it wouldn't lose so much in just over an hour. It was almost gone. Moreover, after repeated observation, xiaopang found that the spell in his hand was broken, and many places had rotted out of round holes, as if he had been buried in the soil for hundreds of years. But this is clearly the garbage you collected today?