Chapter 1719 Panjin Soul Cutting Silk

"Yes, senior." When Du Ming heard this, he was overjoyed. He is no luckier than Hehu and Hongyue, he can be favored by Lu Xiaotian, only when he works for Lu Xiaotian, can he feel that he is valuable and will not be abandoned.

"By the way, senior, the reputation of our alchemy workshop has already been built up, and now the senior is already famous. Compared with most alchemy workshops, some alchemy workshops are more prestigious. People can make alchemy, and there is no need to bring refining and useless pills. The clause of compensation of several percent. As long as this clause is reduced, the income of Danfang can be increased a lot." Du Ming added.

"Alright, let's do it this way. Put down as much chores as you can. In the future, the consumption of spiritual crystals will not be so fast, and you will accumulate a lot of spiritual crystals in your hands. You can think about it. What kind of livelihood is there? If one day I stop refining alchemy, I can also rely on this to earn the resources needed for cultivation." Lu Xiaotian said.

"Okay, during the time when the senior was away, the junior has been thinking about making a living, so as not to sit and eat. It coincides with the senior's idea." Du Ming smiled when he heard the words, "But this will increase Manpower, let's wait for Danfang to resume business first, and then slowly figure it out later."

"Well, you can figure it out yourself. If you can start a new industry, use the earned spirit crystals to buy the spiritual materials of the God of Transformation Pill, and I will refine a batch of Spirit Pill for you." Lu Xiaotian nodded.

"Many, thank you for your kindness of reinvention, senior!" Du Ming trembled when he heard this, his knees softened, and he knelt down to Lu Xiaotian. When he first entered the Buddhist sect, he thought that he would be able to attain the Tao one day. Transforming into a god is the realm he dreamed of, but because of his aptitude, he was not valued by the Buddhist sect, and he was repatriated to the secular world, which was actually completely marginalized. Later, several monster tribes invaded Chizhou Town. Unfortunately, he was captured and became a slave. He lived a life of precarity. Who would have thought that there would be today? .

Once entering the stage of transforming gods, it is no longer a general existence at the bottom of Yuanling City. No matter where you go, you can make a good living more or less.

"Get up. Just get things done, and you don't need some customary etiquette." Lu Xiaotian stretched out his hand, and Du Ming stood up involuntarily.

"I don't need alchemy for the time being, so I'll let you get familiar with the Green Leaf Pill Stove." Lu Xiaotian stretched out his palm, and the Green Leaf Pill Stove flew towards Hongyue.

"Thank you, Mr. Lu." Hongyue smiled and accepted it unceremoniously.

Back to his training place, Lu Xiaotian counted his net worth. All kinds of low-grade spirit crystals add up to nearly eight thousand. Among them, Qi Qian's elder brother, the man in black, contributed 2500 yuan. Before teaming up with Yu Zimo and others to kill other monk teams one after another, especially after killing Shang Wuque's team, they gained a lot, reaching more than 4,000. Niu Jinshan has more than a thousand Kunyao Blood Pills on his body. Adding up the bits and pieces, there are about 8,000 low-grade spirit crystals. As for the Kun Yaoxue pill, counting the ones obtained from Niu Jinshan, it has reached nearly 300 at this time. Definitely a lot of money.

Other than that, the few Shadow Demon Pills, the four Red Blood Peach, and the rest of the common Peach are the most precious. There are still some Yinshen Pills left, Phoenix Wen Huanhun Pills, etc. are not bad, they have an excellent effect on the recovery of spiritual consciousness, but there are still many on hand, and Lu Xiaotian's twelve sub-primordial spirits have gradually faded away. Stabilizing, the demand is not as great as before. In addition to keeping a certain amount of spares, you can consider selling them in exchange for spirit crystals, or some other spiritual materials needed for panacea.

As for the purple bamboo spirit grass obtained in the Hunyuan Taoist cave, it can be used to refine the purple bamboo spirit pill, which can quickly advance the monks in the early stage of transformation to the middle stage of transformation. Lu Xiaotian is not too sure yet, and he will refine it later when he has enough confidence.

"On the contrary, those captured magic weapons are all entrusted to Yu Zimo to sell, and some can be returned later." Lu Xiaotian rubbed his chin. These eight thousand low-grade spirit crystals are not a small sum. With the Kunyao Blood Pill temporarily available, it can make the cultivation base of the body enter a stage of rapid improvement. But to improve mana, more pills need to be collected. Even with the Kunyao Blood Pill, his own cultivation is much greater than that of ordinary cultivators.

To buy a better alchemy furnace, at least it would cost more than two thousand low-grade spirit crystals. In addition, the rented position must not only make alchemy, but also meet the needs of cultivation. For Lu Xiaotian, it will inevitably not be enough.

"Panjin soul-cutting silk!" Lu Xiaotian stretched out his hand, and killed Niu Jinshan before, a total of thirteen gold threads obtained from his hands lost their original owners at this time, and had shrunk into a ball. It looks like a small ball of gold thread.

Lu Xiaotian learned from Niu Jinshan's Xumi Ring technique that the name of this golden thread is Panjin Jiehunsi, which is an excellent thing for sneak attacks, but it is not suitable for fighting techniques alone. Can be attached to the original magic weapon. Lu Xiaotian thought about one thing, the Piaomiao sword embryo is a powder keg in the body, and he doesn't know when it will explode. If it wasn't for special circumstances, Lu Xiaotian would try to use Piao Miao Sword Embryo as little as possible. In order to prevent the Piao Miao sword tire from growing too fast.

As for the Zhenyao Pagoda, since Lu Xiaotian knew that the purple gold cassock was probably the lost property of the Zhuzhu Buddhist Sect, although he has been secretly practicing the "Maha Buddhadani Sutra", in order to avoid attracting the attention of the Buddhist Sect, under normal circumstances , Lu Xiaotian will not use it easily. And at this time, the realm of physical cultivation is higher, relatively speaking, Lu Xiaotian is more willing to use his identity as a physical cultivation to fight against the enemy. With the magic mirror, there are not many people who can threaten him in the stage of transformation. Of course, the teleportation magic power in the illusion mirror must not be used lightly.

"Let's refine this plate of golden soul silk into Fang Tian's painting halberd." After a little thought, Lu Xiaotian made up his mind. With a move of consciousness, mana directly wrapped the ball of golden thread in his hand. That Niu Jinshan is already a strong man in the late stage of the transformation of the gods, and his strength is really at the upper level. It has been many years since he refined this plate of golden soul cutting silk. The imprint left is quite deep.

If one wants to control this plate of golden soul silk as one likes, one must erase Niu Jinshan's imprint left in this magic weapon. So sure, the spirituality of this magic weapon will inevitably be damaged. It's just that Lu Xiaotian didn't plan to keep using this treasure in the future, but he just thought it was pretty good for the time being, and it wouldn't affect much if it damaged some spirituality. In the future, the realm will improve, and it will be discarded.

Panjin Juhunsi was struggling fiercely in his hands, and he was very hostile to Lu Xiaotian. It's just that it has become an ownerless thing at this time, how can it escape Lu Xiaotian's means.

A few days later, the hostility on this plate of golden soul cutting silk gradually weakened. Thirteen extremely sharp golden threads are alternately wound in the palm of the hand. Like a living thing. Only then did Lu Xiaotian's eyes show some satisfaction. Now take out Fang Tian's painting halberd.

"Go!" The thirteen golden threads did not enter Fang Tian's painting halberd, leaving only a few tiny golden dots. Lu Xiaotian waved it a few times, and when the power of the blood gang was running, it was able to completely cover up the golden dots on Fang Tian's painted halberd. There is no need to worry about being spotted by the enemy.