Chapter 478： Magical magic weapon, **** the bone and extract the marrow! 【Subscribe】

Chapter 478 Magic weapon, bone-sucking and marrow-sucking! 【Subscribe】

It is not difficult to refine a magic weapon

The difficulty is how to make it produce a good spiritual wisdom!

Whether the weapon spirit is strong or not is directly related to the strength of the magic weapon. This is the most critical and important step. Artifact refiners from all major sects often choose to bury the semi-finished magic weapon in the spirit vein, and use the spiritual energy of the spirit vein to wash it away. Accumulation allows it to give birth to the spirit of the instrument.

However, this method has many disadvantages!

Firstly, it will take too long, ranging from three to five years to decades, which is not something ordinary people can afford.

Secondly, a lot of spiritual energy needs to be absorbed during the breeding process of the weapon spirit, and the spiritual veins of ordinary sects are not enough to cultivate them. Only the real great sects have the background to do this, so the price of magic weapons remains high.

Of course, many magic monks also found another way!

They have created many **** magic weapons, and they only need to sacrifice one hundred million people to give birth to the weapon spirits, but the methods are a bit cruel.

The bone psychic shield is also a magical defense weapon of the magic way!

It's just that it doesn't need to sacrifice the flesh and blood of others, it only devours the bone marrow essence and blood of its master.

"Bone marrow essence and blood, right? Come on, I want to see how much you can swallow!"

Wei Han sneered, decisively manipulated the shield magic weapon and began to devour it.

"Cuckoo!"

Bursts of weird suction came from the middle dantian.

Not only was a large amount of spiritual energy swallowed by the magic weapon of the shield, but even the bones and flesh on his left arm withered away quickly, and a large amount of bone marrow essence and blood were sucked brutally.

"Hiss!"

Wei Han gasped in pain.

But before he could react, the undead system had already restored his left arm to its original state!

The magic weapon shield continues to be devoured, and the system continues to be repaired.

The bone psychic shield became more and more excited as it came and went. It didn't know how much powerful energy and blood had accumulated inside it. These energies began to gradually transform under the conversion of runes.

In the past, it took ten or eight years of warming in the spirit veins to evolve the spirit of the weapon!

At this moment, the evolution time has been shortened by more than a thousand times and a hundred times.

In less than an hour, Wei Han had already sensed a strange fluctuation.

It was born from the center of the big formation hidden in the deepest part of the bone psychic shield. Groups of energy and blood gathered there, as if an egg was gestating life in the dark.

"The spirit of the weapon was conceived in this way? It's really amazing!"

Wei Han couldn't help feeling very moved, and at the same time became more and more motivated.

He frantically urged the bone psychic shield to **** his own bone marrow and blood essence, and even though his arm was shriveled again and again, he never moved in the slightest.

If it were someone else who wanted to use this magic weapon to give birth to a spirit, without sacrificing decades of life, he would have to swallow countless pills to supplement blood essence, but Wei Han squeezed the wool of the system at zero cost. It's so beautiful!

Small half a day passed by.

After Wei Han was drained hundreds of times, the bone psychic shield finally sent out an ignorant and satisfied feedback, just like a baby was full of milk, and the power emanating from the shield was stronger than before More than a few times.

"Third level elementary, not bad!"

Wei Han immediately laughed when he saw this.

At this time, his natal defense magic weapon finally took shape.

From then on, it only needs to continue to supply it with spiritual energy, bone marrow and blood, and then continue to incorporate some powerful ore spiritual materials, so that it will continue to be powerful and upgraded.

Moreover, the magic weapon cultivated in this way is connected with his mind, and its power is often several times that of the magic weapon of the same level, which is definitely very cost-effective.

Of course, there are advantages and disadvantages in everything!

Although it is powerful, it is a big flaw that it communicates with the master's mind.

Once the natal magic weapon is destroyed or seriously injured, the owner will be implicated, causing the monk's mind to be damaged. This is why many people would rather sell the natal magic weapon than refine the natal magic weapon.

"Huh!"

Wei Han contentedly let the shield take root in his middle dantian.

He casually put away the Shuiyuedongtian formation that he had arranged.

Xiaoqing and Xiaozi were still serving at the side, seeing that he was out of customs and in a good mood, the two of them couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Young Master!" Xiaoqing bowed and reported: "Jian Chengye and Lu Yan are outside the hospital, do you want to see them?"

"oh?"

Wei Han's spiritual consciousness swept out impressively.

The two people who were waiting at the gate of the courtyard suddenly trembled.

Not seeing them for a few years, the two have changed a lot. Jian Chengye is wearing a light green robe, and his cultivation has unknowingly broken through to the early stage of Jindan. Obviously, he made a breakthrough by spending a lot of money on the way of migration.

As for Lu Yan, he also broke through to the foundation-building stage, and took advantage of the opportunity to join Qingnanzong Changsheng Peak as an outer sect deacon!

His cultivation base is a little impetuous, and he has also practiced the way of body training. It seems that his aura is several times stronger than before, which shows that the past few years have been quite good.

But how terrifying is Wei Han's consciousness?

He swept across with a momentum that was more than a hundred times that of Jian Chengye, and instantly made the two of them stiffen and their eyes lost their minds. It seemed that they had lost control of their bodies for a moment, as if they had met a boss in the Nascent Soul Stage. People couldn't even help trembling.

"come in!"

Wei Han's gentle and jade-like voice sounded.

The domineering aura slowly dissipated, and the two returned to their senses as if they had just woken up from a dream. There was a touch of awe on their faces, and they walked towards the small courtyard with lowered eyebrows.

"Meet the Son!"

Jian Cheng saluted respectfully before he even arrived.

Wei Han stopped him with a hand, and said, "Now I am not the Holy Son, so there is no need to be so polite!"

"Holy Son is polite." Jian Chengye loudly expressed his loyalty: "You will always be the Holy Son in our eyes, and it is difficult for anyone to shake your position in our hearts."

"Hehe!" Wei Han laughed dumbfounded, and joked slightly: "You are also a Jindan stage real person now, why are you so humble?"

"The disciple is overwhelmed by the demeanor of the Holy Son, and has nothing to do with strength." Jian Chengye argued again, but his heart was very clear.

He is just an ordinary Golden Core cultivator, and at most he is better than ordinary casual cultivators. Compared with a Golden Core like Wei Han who was born as a holy son of a sect, he is completely different from heaven!

The two of them fought, and one blow from the opponent was enough to knock him out of his wits!

So he looks like the same level, but he dare not show the slightest presumptuousness and arrogance.

"Okay, let's all sit down!" Wei Han waved his hand nonchalantly, motioning for Xiaoqing and Xiaozi to serve tea, and the three of them sitting in the gazebo in the small courtyard and drinking tea are unavoidably embarrassing.

There is no sun and moon in cultivating immortals!

You haven't felt so relaxed in a few years, right?

"Why did you come here? Just tell me!" Wei Han put down his teacup and looked at Lu Yan. This guy has a temperament that can't hide anything. He has a gloomy face since he came here, obviously something happened.

Lu Yan opened his mouth to speak but stopped, and finally couldn't help complaining: "It's not that **** Lei Xiuming, what a **** bad luck!"

"Oh? Lei Xiuming?"

Wei Han narrowed his eyes and thought of this person, isn't he the third holy son who survived the migration?

(end of this chapter)