Chapter 468 The World of All Spirits is destroyed?
Half a month later, in the lava cave, Jiang Lan was naked from the waist up and staring at the furnace in front of her with disheveled hair.
This furnace was originally used for alchemy, but it is hard and of good quality, so it can be used for smelting metal.
"out!"
The furnace lid opened, and a bright red gun embryo flew out.
Jiang Lan took it, not caring about the scalding heat.
He picked up the forging hammer on the side and started beating it.
Every blow has an 'inscription' burned into it, and impurities are removed.
After a hundred times of tempering, the red color began to fade away, revealing the neatly arranged 'inscriptions' on its surface.
Jiang Lan put down the forging hammer, picked up the magic formula, and hit several magic formulas on the gun embryo.
"open!"
The black debris on it began to fall off, and finally turned into a shining silver spear.
"Third level mid-grade, very good! Give it to me quickly."
As soon as the magic weapon was successful, a lake spirit rushed out from the side, it was Qian Qian.
"Sister Xiao Qian, you are really a loser..."
Jiang Lan reluctantly handed her the spear in his hand.
"Huh, little master, you took such spiritual materials from me, why don't you make some compensation?"
Qian Qian took the spear and stuffed it into his body.
Jiang Lan and Yan Qiu are already used to this...
At the beginning, Yan Qiu would try to stop it, but as he understood it, he let it go.
"Huh...it's almost time to serve the 'main course'..."
Jiang Lan breathed a long sigh of relief, looked at the remaining two spiritual materials, and said so.
He planned to use these two spiritual materials to refine two magic weapons for self-defense.
One fan and one shot.
As for the spiritual materials that were lacking before, they will be fully sponsored by Qianbao Lake.
Jiang Lan didn't want to do what Qian Qian wanted, so he didn't ask her.
But she didn't expect that after the news of the treasure refining reached her ears, he came uninvited and gave Jiang Lan the missing spiritual materials.
That bold look changed Jiang Lan's impression of him a lot.
When asked about the reason, the other party blurted out:
"I have several copies of those spiritual materials. If I want to collect them, one is enough. Why don't I refine the rest into new magic weapons for you."
"If it succeeds, won't I get another collection?"
The natural look on her face is still vivid in my mind.
Jiang Lan's newly rising emotion was extinguished.
However, after experiencing this incident, he finally understood Qian Qian's thoughts.
In the future, if there is a shortage of materials for refining treasures, just ask Qian Qian for them.
It is estimated that most of the spiritual materials are in Qianqian's inventory.
After all, the treasure trove collected by Qianbao Lake over a long period of time is still very reassuring.
The only drawback is that the refined treasure can only be used by Jiang Lan and cannot be given to others.
After all, if he were to send it out, he would never have a chance with Qian Qian, and she would not allow this to happen.
"Sister Qiu, help me invite Mr. Su and Master Tuojian. I need them to help me refine the weapon."
"Yes!" Yan Qiu responded and walked away.
According to his idea, the gun required the help of many people to refine it, and his current clone was not high enough, so he could only shake people.
But before that, Jiang Lan planned to do some practice.
Jiang Lan took out the Feather of the Blazing Sun that he had exchanged from the 'Master Tong Jian'.
Then he cut off a small branch from the sycamore tree.
He cast a spell to freeze it in mid-air, and he made a series of hand seals to enter the 'inscription'.
The same goes for the Blazing Sun Feather on the side...
After cooking these two main materials, take out the third-level low-grade fire fan and throw it into the furnace, and the purple gold divine fire begins to burn and smelt.
An hour later, the fire fan in the furnace had turned into a shapeless spiritual light, and the impurities in it were tempered, leaving only the concentrated essence of the material.
The 'inscriptions' on its surface were naturally burned completely.
However, its most important characteristic of 'burning wood into flames' has been remembered by Jiang Lan in his mind.
Then, he put the prepared branches and feathers into the furnace and manipulated them to arrange and combine them according to his imagination.
Then the essence of the smelted Burning Fire Fan was injected into it...
In an instant, monstrous flames overflowed from the furnace and banged on the furnace wall.
Not far behind Jiang Lan, a group of people were watching from a distance.
They were the ones who were called to help. Master Duo Jian, Mr. Su, and Jiang Lan's second disciple Yu Ding also came together.
At this moment, they were looking at the figure refining the weapon and talking quietly: "Isn't the movement of fellow Taoist Xiaoyaozi unusual? Is he refining a third-level magic weapon?"
"It should be... I didn't expect that the sect leader has been practicing Taoism for decades, and his cultivation and weapon refining skills have surpassed me. He is really a formidable future."
"Fellow Taoist Xiaoyaozi can refine a third-level magic weapon by himself? Then why did you ask me to come here?"
"Master must have something in mind. The magic weapon that needs our help is such an earth-shattering one..."
Jiang Lan frowned slightly, "After all, the furnace is not a professional refining furnace. There is no bonus when it comes to refining weapons. Even if it is a third-level high-quality furnace, there is still a risk of the furnace exploding..."
With this thought in his mind, Jiang Lan released his hand, and a beam of magic light hit the shaking stove.
Suddenly, the stove became much more stable, and some cracks caused by the collision on its inner wall began to heal slowly.
This technique is exactly like "breaking the mirror and reuniting it".
Another half hour has passed...
Seeing that the stove was still stable, Jiang Lan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The refining of the treasure inside is also coming to an end. It only takes a moment before a magic weapon with a grade of at least the third level is ready to be produced.
At this moment, Jiang Lan's heart paused, as if something was broken, her heart felt empty, and there was a surge of sadness in her heart.
"What's going on?"
Jiang Lan quickly abandoned these and concentrated on refining treasures.
"babble!"
There was a mournful cry from the chest, and the fire source bead that had been quietly resting in the heart suddenly emerged and was thrown directly into the purple gold divine furnace...
"phoenix?"
The Fire Origin Pearl is Huang's nirvana fire. Ever since it was obtained by Jiang Lan, it has been very peaceful.
He could feel that this bead was accumulating the energy of Nirvana. Once the conditions were met, it would be reborn in Nirvana.
Over the years, he has been cultivating his magic power, and often puts it on Xiaofeng and Xiaohuang to carry it with them, allowing them to achieve mutual success.
But unexpectedly, something unexpected happened this time, and the last cry meant mourning and saying goodbye.
'The phoenix is dead...the world of all spirits is destroyed...'
'I'm not far away from death, so why not take advantage of the time when I'm still alive to help your magic weapon reach a higher level...'
Huang narrated such a passage through his contact with Jiang Lan.
"The world of all spirits is destroyed? This...how is it possible!"
‘It’s absolutely true, didn’t you feel it just now? ’
"Could it be that the palpitation just now was..."
"What's the specific reason?"
'I don't know...'
'But fortunately, the inheritance of the world of spirits has not been cut off. Our old spirits should be used as firewood to ignite the fire of inheritance...'
After delivering the last words, Huang was completely extinguished, and the Fire Source Bead was completely integrated into the feather fan in the furnace.
boom!
The furnace lid was pushed away, and the monstrous fire of Nirvana shot straight into the sky.
In the flames, a golden-red feather fan shines...
