Chapter 422: Refining magic weapon

Chapter 423 Refining Magic Weapons

On the first day, there were rare human trails by the Yanxia Lake, and the birds flew absolutely.

Zhuo Bufan did not rush into the retreat at the bottom of the lake. Instead, he carved inscriptions with magic power on the huge stones. The golden runes were densely covered on each huge stone, occasionally flowing a piece of golden brilliance.

"Finally finished!" Zhuo Bufan looked at the twenty boulders by the lake, his face finally showing joy.

In order not to be disturbed and distracted by others, he must set up a defensive circle around him. If someone breaks into the lake, the result will be broken into pieces by countless sword qi. Although Yang Wenshan sent someone to defend outside, Zhuo Bufan is able to gain a foothold in the cruel world of comprehension by relying on this cautious character.

"call"

Zhuo Bufan took a deep breath, and a faint light radiated from his body, forming a transparent mask, shrouded him in it, and immediately jumped into the lake. In the lake, he can breathe freely and is more flexible than a fish. Soon I reached the bottom of the lake and found the two frozen corpses of the dragon fish lying on the bottom of the lake.

The entire corpse was covered with a layer of light blue non-ice crystals, although the ice crystals did not melt after a day and night, otherwise, the entire lake would have been soaked with the blood of the dragon fish, and it would become very smelly.

"This is actually the place where the yin and yang aura converges, containing the power of the palace, mountains and rivers." Zhuo Bufan was taken aback.

It turned out that there was a place under the lake where the aura from all directions converged, and that aura was dozens of times richer than the surrounding aura, which was comparable to the aura of his gathering in the Fengtianjiao Villa in Jinzhou.

It's no wonder that on such a planet lacking aura, the dragon fish can absorb enough aura and the essence of the sun and moon to turn into a monster.

It’s just that this place where auras gather is still useful for Heimu, Master Wu, and Mr. Hu. It has no effect at all for Zhuo Bufan. The aura he needs is too huge. Just relying on such slow absorption, I don’t know how old it is. Only one month can step into the pill formation.

Sometimes Zhuo Bufan would also think that if he wants to regain his peak strength, he might not be enough to absorb the aura of the entire planet.

Shaking his head, Zhuo Bufan is not thinking about this matter anymore, he must hurry up to dispose of the dragon fish's body.

Although the dragon fish has fallen, the body is still useful.

Generally speaking, the body of the monster beast must be strong and strong. The skin of the dragon fish is harder than steel, and the bones are comparable to the strongest titanium alloy. The fish is also very delicious, and it can strengthen the body if eaten.

Zhuo Bufan stretched out his palm, solidified a slender white blade with his milky white spirit, peeled off the fish skin, and removed the fish skin, revealing a long white bone on his back, one section connected with one section, like a human spine. This is the spine of the dragon fish, which is thicker than a telephone pole.

It took a full day for Zhuo Bufan to cut apart the most essential skin and flesh of the dragon fish, and store them all in the space amputation. As for the white vertebrae that was about forty to fifty meters long, it was wrapped in a faint spirit.

On the second day, it rained on the banks of Yanxia Lake, tick tick connected to form a rain curtain falling on the lake, like a misty rain scene of the Jinjiang River.

Zhuo Bufan swallowed the inner alchemy of the dragon fish and finally began to practice in retreat. The body absorbed the surging aura in the inner alchemy and turned it into his own use. In addition, he solidified the aura in the body into a heavy hammer, continuously beating the huge Above the white spine.

After a day and night of beating, the white spine bones that were originally forty to fifty meters long and the bucket thick became only half the size, and they were constantly being tempered by spiritual energy.

This is the secret technique that Zhuo Bufan learned in the "Sacred Artifact Sect" of a great master of cultivation. It can save a lot of trouble and directly use the spiritual energy to beat the material. One can change the shape of the material to create the magic weapon you want, and another aspect. It is possible to continuously inject the spiritual energy into the material to better control the magic weapon.

Zhuo Bufan is like an intermediate machine, constantly beating the vertebrae of the fish with aura while continuously refining and absorbing the inner alchemy and the surrounding aura.

If someone is standing by the lake now, it is obvious that a small vortex has formed in the center of the lake, and the invisible aura around him is absorbed by him all the time, and the inside is like a black hole.

On the third day, the rain stopped and it cleared.

A tall platform was built in the ancient house. At this time, Old God Yang Wenshan was sitting in a rocking chair, holding a crooked-mouthed purple clay pot in his hand, drinking tea while squinting his eyes, looking into the distance slightly.

After a long while, Yang Wenshan put down the teapot in his hand and sighed softly, his eyes showed a complex color, until now he didn't understand it, the black wood fell, and he became the subordinate of that Mr. Zhuo again.

Recently, bosses from all over the area have come to visit him one after another, and those big families with strong financial resources are also respectful and respectful to him. This feeling makes him feel light and light.

"Perhaps with Mr. Zhuo, there will be greater development. In the future, he will become famous in the southwest and become a character like Qinglong." Yang Wenshan couldn't help but uttered aloud when he thought of this.

"Dad, Master Zhuo has jumped into the lake for three days, will he have fallen?"

Next to Yang Wenshan, a young man in a flowered shirt with a gold chain around his neck sat in a wheelchair and muttered softly that this young man is his son Yang Ming.

"Bastard!" Yang Wenshan's face changed suddenly, and he slapped his son's face with a slap, venting anger in his eyes.

Yang Ming slapped him and looked at his father's face again. His pupils shrank, showing a look of fear, and he whispered: "Dad, don't hit me. I'm just telling the truth. He jumped into the lake and inside again. There is no air and no food. I am saying that these few days are cold and it will snow. He has no oxygen in it, and he is cold and hungry. How can he do it?"

Yang Wenshan was stunned for a while, lowered his eyes, shook his head and said, "He is not a human being at all!"

Looking at the calm Haze Lake in front of him, who would have thought of the battle a few days ago, the lake was boiling, and the world changed color. Yang Wenshan was a witness. He had told Yang Ming about the situation more than once, but everyone was like this. Unless you see it with your own eyes, what others are saying is wonderful, and there is no intuitive feeling.

On the fourth day, Haze Lake flew up, blowing faint ripples.

The white bone had completely become the size of a normal human spine, about three feet three inches long, and the white bones were like superb jade, exuding a crystal light, illuminating the bottom of the lake.

"The time is finally ripe." Zhuo Bufan suddenly opened his eyes, and two flames burned in his pupils, like two lanterns.

After that, he flipped his hand and took out the golden black iron block from the space ring and floated in front of him.

"Demon Lotus Industry Fire... Burning Word Jue!"

Two groups of flames in his pupils burst out like dragons, enveloping the golden black iron and white jade-like keel bones. If they were replaced with ordinary flames, they would have been extinguished in the water. Fortunately, Zhuo Bufan had cultivated the top-notch Abnormal Fire Art. , Otherwise it will take time to bring these two things out for refining.