Quack, the undead beast chewed and swallowed the elixir it had eaten in its mouth.

After eating, it raised its head and looked at Zhang Jing again.

The meaning is very cloudy, I haven't eaten enough, and I still want it.

After feeding three in a row, it stopped asking for it because it was full.

Pong, three times and two times climbed up Zhang Jing's shoulder.

As soon as his eyes were closed, he fell asleep, and his sleeping position was very enchanting.

Zhang Jing didn't know what to say, he didn't expect that he would be able to deal with the undead beast so quickly, and this little thing seemed to be entangled with him.

"Master, let me hug it for a while, it's so cute!" Jing Thirty-Eight said.

Zhang Jing didn't say a word, and directly pulled the undead beast off his shoulders and handed it over to the little apprentice.

Carrying a beast on his shoulder, although he is not big, he still feels very uncomfortable.

In this way, the undead beast that was still grinning before became a little girl's pet in an instant.

The collection of undead beasts is very rich, and after Zhang Jing's screening, only the refining materials are enough to be called massive.

Earlier, due to the lack of top-level materials, the cultivation of refining weapons was forced to stop.

Now that there are so many, it can be opened up.

Refining weapons is a process of continuous upgrading, Zhang Jing's master and apprentice start from the sharp weapon refining, then the lower grade spirit weapon, and finally stop at the middle grade spirit weapon stage.

One step further, it is to refine a high-grade spiritual weapon.

At this stage, it is no longer a simple upgrade, because the high-grade spirit weapon needs to cultivate the instrument spirit.

It is not difficult to build a sword body, and Zhang Jing has long been perfect in practicing this.

But cultivating the sword spirit is not simple at all.

According to the chapter on the spirit of the instrument, the spirit of the instrument is like the soul of a person, and the spirit of the instrument cultivated by different refiners is also very different.

And the machine spirit is divided into natal and non-natal spirits.

The natal spirit is the spirit of the instrument cultivated by the refiner, which is connected to its own destiny.

It was impossible for anyone else to control it except the alchemist himself. A refiner can only have one natal artifact spirit in his life.

The non-natal artifact spirit is the refiner's special technique and magic to achieve the purpose of controlling it, and of course, it can also freely recognize the master.

Machine spirits can grow with their masters. Therefore, when the machine spirit recognizes the master, it generally chooses a person with strong strength.

Weapon forms can be varied, but Zhang Jing still chooses to refine the long sword, he feels that the long sword is more elegant and more in line with his temperament.

After building the sword body, dividing a divine consciousness into the sword body, various legal decisions were entered one after another, and a channel to connect with the divine consciousness in the sword was established, and the preliminary work was completed.

In the following time, the refiner must continue to communicate with the divine sense, and use his divine consciousness to continue to nourish it until the sword spirit is born.

Cultivating the instrument spirit is a process that can be short or long, and to put it more mysteriously, that is, it depends on chance.

Zhang Jing didn't expect to succeed in the short term, so he was ready to fight a protracted battle.

Ten days passed, and nothing happened.

Zhang Jing was not in a hurry, but enjoyed the process very much.

Because he found that when he was nourishing with his divine sense, his divine consciousness was also getting stronger, which was an unexpected joy.

A month had passed, and Zhang Jing could already feel that the divine consciousness in the sword was about to move.

Two months passed, and the germinating power of the divine consciousness within the sword became stronger and stronger.

Three months have passed, and the sword is full of vitality, and there is always the possibility of giving birth to a sword spirit.

After more than three months, Zhang Jing's divine consciousness has been unprecedentedly improved.

On this day, Zhang Jing sat as usual as an old monk, and his connection with the divine consciousness in the sword body was never broken.

Suddenly, sweat began to break out on his head, and his brow immediately furrowed.

All these reactions indicate that something unusual is happening in him.

At this moment, Zhang Jing was struggling to support, because the divine consciousness in the sword body suddenly rushed left and right, although he was trying his best to convey divine consciousness, he could not calm down.

As time went on, Zhang Jing felt that her brain was about to be stirred into a paste.

The divine consciousness inside the sword was still excited, and it was still happy to scurry.

His divine sense was about to run out, and Zhang Jing was anxious.

It's not a way to consume it like this, even if you can't successfully cultivate the sword spirit, then you have to protect yourself from backlash.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jing gritted his teeth, concentrated the last of his divine sense, and killed the sword body, he wanted to suppress the divine consciousness that had been nurtured by himself for several months.

The final blow of this last battle finally worked, and the divine consciousness inside the sword finally quieted down.

It's just that the results obtained are quite different from Zhang Jing's prediction.

That divine consciousness was not suppressed, but changed after devouring what little divine sense he had left.

Perhaps it can no longer be called a divine sense, but a sword spirit.

Finally succeeded, and after more than three months, Zhang Jing finally cultivated the sword spirit.

However, at this moment, Zhang Jing was not happy at all, his divine consciousness was hollowed out, and he was extremely uncomfortable.

The sword spirit was born, like a baby, in a deep sleep.

Take a break and recharge a little.

It wasn't until he gathered his consciousness again that he tried to get in touch with the sword spirit again.

As soon as the divine consciousness came into contact with the sword spirit, the sword spirit suddenly woke up, and the sword spirit after waking up was full of momentum.

A steady stream of divine consciousness power was exported from the sword spirit and began to feed back to Zhang Jing.

Zhang Jing's depleted divine consciousness was quickly replenished, and then replenished......

Zhang Jing was very happy, he didn't expect the sword spirit to be able to feed back to him.

But the good times didn't last long, and he couldn't be happy anymore.

As the continuous divine consciousness filled into the sea of consciousness, his sea of consciousness basically reached a saturated state. Continuing to absorb, Zhang Jing had the feeling that she was about to be blown up.

I was very depressed, either I was squeezed dry, or I was blown up, and I could only passively endure it, but I didn't have any initiative.

Zhang Jing couldn't care about anything else, so he could only resist with all his might, and he didn't know anything about what was happening in the outside world.

At this moment, the sky above the camp was surging with lightning and thunder.

If Zhang Jing saw it, he would definitely know what this vision represented, because he had seen it once, and that was when Linglong was promoted to the Mahayana realm.

When they discovered the first appearance of the vision, Penglai Immortal Venerable and Linglong quickly rushed to Zhang Jing's side to protect him.

And when the two of them arrived, Zhang Jing happened to send out the divine consciousness attack that fought against the water.

The clouds were getting thicker and darker, and the frequency of lightning and thunder was accelerating.

Zhang Jing's endurance limit was coming to an end, and he almost decided that he was about to die.

He began to think wildly, and all the experiences from his memory to the present kept looping in his head.

The expectant eyes of his parents made Zhang Jing feel very guilty, and he couldn't fulfill his filial piety, so that he couldn't forgive himself.

The son called for his father, stretched out his hands and waited for his hug, but he couldn't.

There are two women standing in front of him, one is his first love Lin Luyin, and the other is his wife Yu Linglong.

They were all smiling at themselves, and Zhang Jing was laughing along.

Smiling and smiling, the style of painting suddenly changed.

Lin Luyin began to accuse him, saying that he was a negative man and had another woman.

Linglong also accuses him, saying that he is a liar and has hidden many secrets from her.

Zhang Jing panicked, he flatly denied the women's accusations, and kept telling them that he was in trouble.

His efforts didn't work, and the two women continued to blame him.

Looking at the unrelenting appearance of the two women, Zhang Jing suddenly woke up.

Lin Luyin and Linglong are not people with such a character, and it is impossible for them to scold themselves for so long like a shrew scolding the street.

This is an illusion, this is not true, Zhang Jing kept hinting at herself.

He was right, this was indeed an illusion, a life-and-death barrier that every monk who had advanced to the Mahayana realm had to go through.

Investigation is success, sinking is failure.

There is no doubt that Zhang Jing succeeded, as he broke through the illusion, his mind was empty, and the steady stream of divine consciousness was absorbed and transformed by him, becoming his original divine power.

The previous stress is also gone, and the whole process is comfortable and enjoyable.

Open your eyes and feel the change in yourself.

Breaking through successfully and becoming a Mahayana realm monk, Zhang Jing smiled, and the joy in his heart was beyond words.

Get up and put away your sword.

Linglong threw herself into Zhang Jing's arms, her previous worries exhausted her.

At this time, seeing Zhang Jing's successful breakthrough, the excitement and joy were all in this hug.

Kiss Linglong lightly on the forehead, and then hug her tighter.

"Alright, hurry up and clean up, we have to leave quickly, the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance will be able to find this place soon."

Watching the two of them on the side, Penglai Xianzun was embarrassed, and saw that they had an endless trend, so he had to remind them loudly.

Zhang Jing woke up like a dream, only caring about happiness, and almost forgot about the Ten Thousand Immortals League.

If this is blocked by them, it will definitely not be a small trouble.

Pack up and leave quickly, you can't give the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance a chance to find your side.