Chapter 86 Refining

"The other party is an enemy, not a friend. If you meet Mr. Lu, are you sure?" After a while, I saw this group of people walking away among the ruins. Weng Zhihan lowered his voice and said.

"The opponent has too many people. These are not miners with little combat power in the mine. If I match up, at most I can only protect myself." Lu Xiaotian said with a frown.

"If that's the case, then we have to take a detour." Weng Zhihan said, "I don't know how these people got the news that there are treasures here. It seems that the little old man has stayed in the mine for nearly twenty years. A lot of changes have also taken place. But the little old man knows a shortcut, Mr. Lu, come with me."

After finishing speaking, Weng Zhihan led Lu Xiaotian through the ruined walls for a while, and soon came to a stone pillar that fell on the ground. Weng Zhihan moved the stone pillar away with difficulty, revealing a small hole with a height of a person inside, and there are actually blue stone steps underneath, which seems to be an underground secret passage.

The two entered the secret passage one after the other, and Weng Zhihan carefully put down the stone pillar again to block the passage.

"It's done, the blood spirit earth fire is in the underground palace. As long as there is blood spirit earth fire, the little old man can refine the magic weapon for Mr. Lu to bind the demon rope. No matter how many these ants come, they will definitely not be the opponent of Mr. Lu." Weng Zhihan clapped his hands and said with a relaxed expression.

"I hope so, it's not too late, let's go." Lu Xiaotian nodded, showing a rare smile in front of Weng Zhihan.

"Okay." Weng Zhihan replied, walking briskly on the dusty blue stone steps. In the blink of an eye, it was already several feet away.

This underground palace is quite large, full of a large number of secret rooms, as well as some altars, and blood that has dried up and solidified around the altars. It seems that this underground palace was not peaceful before.

After walking for more than an hour, a bloody and hot breath rushed towards the face, passing through the narrow and curved secret passage. Turned a corner. Impressively, there is another altar, but what is different from before is that there is a huge three-legged tripod on the altar here, and each of the white tripods has a bloody, ferocious and lifelike tiger-shaped animal head.

On the three-legged tripod, a ball of blood-colored flames was burning fiercely, and it seemed that it would not be extinguished. The blood and heat just now came from this flame.

"This is the fire of the blood spirit, and it is really still there." Weng Zhihan showed a hint of intoxication on his face, turned around and said, "Mr. Lu, the little old man needs a lot of spirit stones to replenish mana, and these spirit stones There must be at least ten middle-grade spirit stones inside. Give all the refining materials to the little old man. In addition, you must not be disturbed by other people during the refining process, otherwise all previous efforts will be wasted. This place is quite secretive , but in case that group of people from before finds them, Mr. Lu has to resist for a while until the magic weapon is refined."

"It's all ready, you can refine it with confidence." Lu Xiaotian nodded, and threw the storage bag containing these spiritual objects to Weng Zhihan. He was not a muddleheaded person, and after taking out the spiritual objects, he sat cross-legged to the side Protect Weng Zhihan. The blood spirit fire is a rare spirit fire, it is of the same level as the earth lung fire, but ordinary monks can't carry it at all, but I don't know which powerful monk used this three-legged giant to release a ball of blood spirit fire move here. It seems that this three-legged tripod is not ordinary.

Weng Zhihan took out the spiritual objects one by one, and then took out a piece of blood-devouring vine and threw it on the tripod. Under the scorching fire of the blood spirit, the entire blood-devouring vine was quickly melted, and after a while, only a strand of light thread with some sharp thorns was left.

It was the epidermis of the blood-devouring vine, but after being burned by the blood spirit ground fire, most of the excess impurities were burned to ashes, and the rest were extremely tough. But this is only the first step of refining. There will be a long tempering later. And such a light thread is still far from being woven into a rope.

Lu Xiaotian prepared a large number of blood-devouring vines, all of which need to be tempered in this way.

Refining is a long and tedious process, and many extraordinary spirit swords have to be forged repeatedly by monks.

Binding the Yaosuo saves the forging process, but it needs to extract strands of light silk from a large number of blood-devouring vines, and it is also necessary to ensure that each strand of light silk is baked by the fire of the blood spirit to the same degree, otherwise it will be destroyed. It will affect the overall quality of the demon-binding rope.

For ten days and ten nights in a row, Weng Zhihan only rested for an hour every day, and then he put himself into the intense refinement. After ten days, all the blood-devouring vines were incinerated and spun.

Weng Zhihan used a large number of herbs provided by Lu Xiaotian to make spiritual liquid. Soak the ice silk and blood-devouring vine silk in the spirit liquid for three days. At this time, Weng Zhihan rarely had time to rest. Regardless of the poor conditions, he fell to the ground and fell asleep.

When the three days were up, Weng Zhihan roasted the two kinds of light silk with the fire of the blood spirit, and then soaked it in the spirit liquid, repeating this more than ten times. Only then did the strands of light silk be woven into ropes. In the middle, Weng Zhihan's hands were drenched with blood from the tiny spikes on the rope. These little spikes are inherited from blood-eating vines. If Lu Xiaotian hadn't provided a lot of great tonic pills, I'm afraid Weng Zhihan, even a monk in the late stage of Qi refining, would have lost his essence and blood and died long ago.

It took more than ten days to weave the rope, and the last sacrifice had to be completed on the blood spirit ground fire.

It took nearly three months. Using this time, Lu Xiaotian also secretly wiped away the aura left by the black-robed old man on the black sword. Refined this dharma sword.

"Today is the last day, and in a few more hours, the demon-binding rope can be refined."

Weng Zhihan's face was pale due to long-term fatigue and excessive energy consumption, but his spirit was very excited. Because this upcoming magic weapon rope was forged from his hands.

"Damn it, this underground palace is really complicated. I haven't found it after searching for so long."

Several hours later, there was a sound of footsteps and cursing from the other side of the secret passage, Lu Xiaotian frowned, it was the direction of entering the secret cave from outside the cave.

It turned out that this was the idea. Lu Xiaotian had been thinking about it these days. At this time, his face was cold, and he looked at the demon-binding rope condensed by the blood spirit earth fire on the three-legged tripod. The breath of the magic weapon, but it is still a little short of the final achievement.

"Young master Lu, it will take at least one stick of incense to refine the magic weapon. Don't stop it, otherwise all previous efforts will be wasted!"

Weng Zhihan said with great difficulty that because he was a little closer to the Blood Spirit Earth Fire and had been refining weapons for a long time, he was already sweating profusely, and his clothes were soaked and clinging to his body. Because of the interference from the outside world at this time, Weng Zhihan's face was extremely ugly.

"I'll stop them." Lu Xiaotian narrowed his eyes, got up and walked out of the secret room.