"If you provide thousands of miasma beads to the poor, then dozens of methods are absolutely serious." Wang Guang shook his head and answered each other without any hesitation.
"Thousands of miasma beads may take you hundreds or even thousands of years to collect, but for me, they are just rubbish." Blackwater Bashu was silent for a long time before he suddenly spoke.
"Dozens of Taoist methods may be extremely precious to you, but there is nothing precious to being poor." Wang Guang gave a strange laugh and responded with a tone of voice.
"You are a reincarnated person, right?"
"Not bad." Wang Guang paused a little, then nodded and smiled: "Could this identity have an impact on our transaction?"
"Maybe. I thought that the Hei Hu Lich King would definitely look for you in some time, because you are a reincarnated person." The black water snake was silent for a long time again, which gave Wang Guang such an answer.
"So it’s decided."
"Wait a minute, someone will send miasma beads in a minute." The black water snake closed its eyes for a while, and not long after, a mass of colorful miasma rolled in the distance, which separated from the left and right, and a one-horned black bear emerged from it. The black bear carried a huge sarcophagus on his back, and the sarcophagus was opened, revealing a lot of colorful beads the size of a baby’s thumb.
A trace of miasma emerged from these beads, and they intertwined with each other to form a thin colorful halo. These halos flew straight towards the sky like shows of smoke, and soon merged into the miasma barrier in the air.
"There are thousands of miasma beads, although the quality is not the best, but the lowest is also generated after thousands of years of miasma condensation, so the refining of Taoist friends’ magic weapon must not be affected." The black water snake motioned the one-horned black bear to throw the sarcophagus containing miasma beads to Wang Guang. After Wang Guang took the sarcophagus and watched it carefully, he nodded and put it away.
Wang Guang won’t lose his promise when he reaches the other party’s miasma beads. He immediately condensed dozens of magical spells and threw them to the black water snake. "Being original now lives in an unknown mountain range in the East. There are endless monsters killing. If you have something, you can always find me. Hey, there is also a black water snake, so it’s hard to say that you should be close. "
After listening to Wang Guang’s words, Blackwater Bashu was not excited, but puzzled: "How did you choose that place as the station? It is a bloody battlefield of the demon race, and it is extremely dangerous to practice there. If Taoist friends have no other place to go, how about not coming to this miasma mountain range? It’s a vast area here, and it’s much better to pick a mountain here. "
"It’s a pity that there is no aura here. Being original and practicing Buddhism and Taoism can’t absorb this endless miasma." Wang Guang shook his body, turned the demon wind and returned to the route. "When I have free time, I will definitely visit the demon king of Hei Hu."
"I’ll wait for you when the time comes." The black water snake took dozens of ofuda messages sent to him by Wang Guang and grinned. Behind him was unknown so, a one-horned black bear, who scratched his head. Seeing that his leader ignored his smirk, he followed suit.
It is said that after Wang Guang got thousands of miasma beads, running all the way, after collecting some other materials, returned to his cave. Once back in the cave, he did not look at the situation of ordinary green centipedes, but drilled into the corpse cave to close the abode of fairies and immortals and began to practice his magic weapon.
The green gourd was quietly suspended in front of Wang Guang three feet away. He was prone on the ground, and a mouthful of green smoke, a mouthful of yellow smoke and a mouthful of green flame came out to refine the gourd. The gourd was tempered by three kinds of magic powers, and gradually changed from turquoise to cyan, yellow and green.
After more than one hundred days of such tempering, Wang Guang opened the sarcophagus, took out gold miasma beads from it and threw them into the gourd.
The gourd is only half a foot high, but it actually absorbed a whole sarcophagus of miasma beads because of the prohibition of the internal law. Every time a miasma bead is absorbed, the gourd has an extra color. After thousands of miasma beads and other materials were absorbed by the gourd, the gourd turned into a colorful appearance, which looked really beautiful.
A mouthful of jingxie was sprayed into the gourd, and Wang Guang took out five bodies from the treasure bag. These five bodies were claimed from other monsters. A corpse is a three-legged toad, about the size of a millstone, covered in pustules and colored with colorful glass; A corpse is a latosolic red scorpion, about the size of a stone table, and the tail of stilts is ten feet long; A corpse is a spider with a face, about three feet in size, with a face like a beauty and a voice like a baby’s cry; There is also a corpse that is an iron-backed centipede, about a foot long, completely dark, and even if it is dead, it still wriggles; The last sentence of the corpse is a double-headed python, with one head like a lion, one like a dog’s head, two ends in gold and silver shape, and a bell on its tail that can make a sound.
These five bodies were banned by Wang Guang’s brand of thousands of symbols. Finally, he spouted something and injected it into the gourd, and the gourd turned, from which a colorful glass light was drilled. This colorful glazed light spread infinitely, and all of a sudden the corpse was wrapped up and rolled back into the gourd.
After the five bodies entered the gourd, Wang Guang spewed out a seed from his mouth, which was the mutant lotus seed he got a few years ago. The seeds were wrapped by the demon force, and followed the body into the gourd.
Not long after, I saw the gourd tremble violently, and a muffled sound was transmitted from the gourd. Wang Guang didn’t dare to neglect, so he quickly climbed onto the gourd and suppressed it tightly with his body. Green smoke, yellow smoke and green smoke came out of his body and went desperately towards the gourd. Clouds of wildfires spurted out the refined gourd from the foot, so that the gourd was completely suppressed.
Whenever the gourd trembled, Wang Guang quickly got down from above to breathe endless aura to boost his mana. When the gourd trembled again, he climbed up again and began to suppress it. After repeating this for dozens of times, Yaodao opened his mouth and once again ejected an object from his mouth.
A palm-sized glass mirror. This mirror is a magic weapon that he got from killing other Dan teachers in prison with Tongtian. The mirror can emit colorful glass light, and all creatures who are illuminated by light will pause a little because of their strength. It was with the extensive use of this kind of glass mirror that the Dan teachers who came out of prison in those days were able to slay countless masters of Yuan God. What Wang Guang wants to do today is to integrate this glass mirror into the gourd, so as to further increase the power of the gourd.
After the glass mirror flew out of the mouth, it circled in the air, and under the package of a group of colorful glass light, it shrank a little bit and drilled into the gourd. The gourd trembled violently again, spewing colorful glass light to resist the mirror. The two were deadlocked for a while, and you wouldn’t let me in, and I wouldn’t let you stop them. Although it looks beautiful and unusual, Wang Guang has no mind to appreciate it. Instead, he anxiously shouted, "Don’t resist the rapid integration."
Say and this fellow opens his mouth and spouts out his own elixir. Then a hovering in the air, hard hit on the gourd, the gourd eat pain, colorful glass light a shiver, but by the glass mirror, suddenly into the gourd disappeared. When Wang Guang saw this, he quickly put away the elixir, climbed onto the gourd again, and sprayed phosphorus fire at the foot to continue refining the gourd.
With the passage of time, the number of times that the gourd resisted became less and less, and the intensity of resistance also weakened. By this time, Wang Guangcai relaxed a little. After he left a small part of his mind to control the outside scene, he devoted most of his mind to the dream world of then.
After the mind enters the dream world of then, it doesn’t attach itself to any living thing, but goes straight to the peak of Blood Mountain. There is a sarcophagus that rises and falls in the blood pool on the top of the mountain. Countless blood is eroding the sarcophagus, and the sarcophagus emits a little red light to stop it. I don’t know how many years the two have been entangled.
"Infinite Buddha, no matter whether you are a rebirth prop left over from ancient times or something else, there is no need to struggle when you enter my hands." Wang Guang grimaced and pointed to the sarcophagus and said with a heavy voice. And the sarcophagus didn’t make any movement, and it released boundless red light again and again to get out of the blood pool, but there was no chance.
After preaching for dozens of days, Wang Guang only felt bored, so he randomly dispersed his mind and attached it to other creatures to circulate in this dream world, thus improving his mental strength and quantity.
After doing this, he is going to turn around and leave. But just then, a voice came from the sarcophagus: "Who are you? Why are there the means of ancient fiends? "
"Ancient fiend? Haha, you finally talked. I didn’t expect that there was really a treasure in this sarcophagus. Well, it was nothing. I really don’t know what kind of virtue that boy would be after he knew that he had hidden the soul of an ancient practitioner in the sarcophagus he tried his best to get. " Wang Guang laughed strangely, and he fully mobilized the power of this dream world to suppress the sarcophagus. As a result, the sarcophagus suddenly sank in the blood pool, and countless lotus flowers soared, and only the burned sarcophagus crunched, and even some stone chips were pulled down by lotus flowers.
"You and I are practitioners, why so biting? Don’t think I’m in a sarcophagus, so you can’t help it. It’s just that I don’t want to mess with a nobody like you. Remove this bloody light quickly, or I will suppress you for billions of years after I come out. " Once again, the voice came from the sarcophagus, but it was to shock Wang Guang with words.
With this man’s words, Wang Guang only felt that there was a constant voice in his mind telling him to disperse the blood in the blood pool and destroy the whole blood mountain. "Can’t destroy the blood mountain, this is the root of my mana storage. I can’t destroy the blood pool, this is where I temper my magic. " Wang Guang told himself again and again not to act, but his mind was not affected by the air. Under the image of words, he even mobilized the world’s strength to get the sarcophagus out of the blood pool, and then destroyed everything here.
But at this moment, silver patterns flashed in his mind to awaken Wang Guang from temptation.
"It is ridiculous that a generation of ancient practitioners should use such means to seduce being original." Wang Guang, who woke up suddenly, did not look at the silver pattern in his mind, but smiled grimly and condensed into a huge green centipede: "Tell me, why do you say that I have something to do with ancient gods and demons?" If your answer satisfies me, I will let you live. What do you think? " This fellow is in such a bad mood that he doesn’t like telling lies to deceive the ancient practitioner. "Be sure to kill him, no matter who he is, will kill him. Damn thing, it is really damn to manipulate Lao Zi to destroy his own world of then. "
Don’t talk about Wang Guang’s thoughts, just talk about the ancient practitioners in the sarcophagus.
Although all the souls of this ancient spiritual practitioner were hidden in this sarcophagus in the ancient war of ghosts and gods, they were branded with numerous bans by their opponents. In the long years, his soul was slightly mutilated, and now it is only 1% left.
"The mountain of blood under your feet is a forbidden secret method used by ancient ghosts and gods to suppress practitioners. You control this mountain, isn’t it related to ancient ghosts and gods?" The voice of the ancient practitioner rang again.