But when you think about it, it can't help but feel a little ridiculous!

Ling Xian's current cultivation is not what it used to be, it is already the late stage of Jindan, and his vision and knowledge will naturally rise.

Although the origin of this scroll is unknown, it is obviously an ancient treasure, and it is not an ordinary treasure.

How can such a thing be a painting?

Cultivating immortals and hundreds of arts, covering a wide range, but Ling Xian has never heard of splashing ink and drawing something out of thin air can also become a magic weapon.

However, the truth is that this thing looks horizontally and vertically, and it is just a painting.

An ancient painting!

The ink on it was like that, which further confirmed Ling Xian's judgment.

Shaking his head, Ling Xian decided not to think about it for the time being, as the saying goes, it is rare to be confused, and to get to the bottom of it, it is not good for him, so why bother asking for trouble?

Making a choice, Ling Xian was no longer entangled, took the ancient painting into his arms, and then took out the last treasure.

It's actually a mountain!

However, it is only about the size of half a palm.

It's a real miniature thing.

The shape is also different from ordinary peaks, there are no flowers and trees on them, and some are just strange rocks, which is a treasure in the shape of a volcano.

Although it is small and miniature, the flames contained in it are amazing.

This is no ordinary treasure.

Ling Immortal even suspected that this was some ancient power, refining a real volcano into the earth.

Doesn't that sound outrageous?

But with the means of monks, it is not possible to refine a volcano into a treasure.

Of course, such a treasure cannot be used against enemies, but if it is to provide ground fire for alchemy, it is very simple.

Ling Xian punched out a spell.

The hill had grown in size by a factor of two. With the caster's mind, it can become bigger and smaller as it pleases.

Ling Xian's face showed a look of satisfaction, and another magic trick was played.

This time, with a rumbling sound, the ears spewed out billowing smoke and earth fire from the top of the volcano.

My guess was correct.

Of course. In this way alone, the alchemy tool is still a little insufficient, and it must be refined to be able to control the earth fire as you like.

After all, the size and temperature of the earth fire required to refine the magic weapon are not constant, but must be constantly adjusted and corrected.

Ling Xian knew this. So next, he didn't do anything, just concentrated his energy and began to refine the magic weapon in his hand.

How do you do it...... How so?

It's not difficult to say, it's easy to say, and unconsciously, it's more than a month.

It was a calm morning, and Ling Xian was sitting cross-legged in the quiet room.

Keep your eyes closed. The blue light and glass up and down his body, and his ten fingers pinched out a strange magic decision. And on his chest, a mini mountain peak glowed, silently levitating.

"Hurry!"

As he moved, the peak quickly grew in size, to the point where the entire ashram could not fit anywhere, from its summit. There is also a dazzling flame spray.

Ling Xian's face was still unsurprised and unjoyed, and another spell was struck.

This time, the flames became brighter, but the mountain peaks quickly shrank, and finally. Turning into something the size of a grain of rice, Ling Xian swallowed it into his stomach as soon as he opened his mouth.

Then, Ling Xian slowly opened his eyes, and a cheerful smile bloomed on his face.

After much hard work, this treasure finally reached the point of refining at will.

Next, you can refine the natal magic weapon.

He rested for a while, and then came to Princess Mingxiang's cave.

With a flick of the robe, a flash of fire flew out.

It's a transmission note!

After a while, the sound of small footsteps came to the ears, and then, there was a rumbling sound, and the stone door of the cave opened, and a petite and pretty figure came into view.

Princess Akeka!

"Brother Ling!"

"Mingxiang, I'm sorry to disturb you, I don't know if you have reached a critical moment in your cultivation now, do you have time to help me refine the natal magic weapon?"

"I do have time, but Brother Ling, didn't you say that you want to find an excellent earth fire?"

"I've found the fire. ”

"Found it, where to go, is it Earth Fire Island?" As a refiner, Ming Xiang naturally has a clear idea of where she has excellent earth fire resources.

"If you go to the Earth Fire Island, where will it take so many twists and turns, don't worry, I will carry this leyline fire with me. ”

"Take it with you?"

Wu Mingxiang opened his mouth and stammered, and for a while, some of the second monks were confused.

"Let's go!"

Ling Xian stepped into Princess Mingxiang's cave mansion, and said as he walked, this experience was also bizarre and tortuous, Princess Mingxiang couldn't help but widen her eyes: "Brother Ling, you mean that there is a senior who has the power to refine an entire volcano into a treasure, which can provide the fire of the leyline. ”

"Not bad!"

Wu Mingxiang's face was full of incredulity, following Shizun, although her cultivation is not high, she has a wide range of knowledge, but this kind of thing has never been heard of in her life.

However, the relationship between this matter is not trivial, no matter what, Ling Xian will not be able to say anything.

While speaking, the two of them had already come to the refining room, back then, to open up this cave for Ming Xiang, Ling Xian's consideration was very thorough.

Hearing this woman say, you can start refining treasures at any time, Ling Xian's sleeve robe flicked, without saying a word, first take out the materials needed for refining treasures one by one.

Suddenly, there were bottles and jars in front of him, as well as all kinds of wooden boxes and jade boxes.

There are hundreds of them.

Usually, when a monk refines magic weapons, there are two or three main materials, plus seven or eight kinds of auxiliary things, even if there are many materials, there are only twenty or thirty kinds of materials.

Like in front of me, there are hundreds of materials, not to mention that there are no ancients before and no one after them, but looking at the Three Realms, across the present and the ancient, it is also rare to see the extreme.

Ling Xian didn't know much about refining magic weapons, but he didn't leave, but chose to stay here.

Of course, he did this, not because he was worried about anything, but because he needed to give Mingxiang a hand.

If nothing else, there are at least two things that he has to do.

One is to control the fire of the leylines, and the second is to plant your own divine imprint after the treasure is formed.

The magic weapon is different from the refining weapon, and it can be better controlled with the divine sense seal.

As for the natal magic weapon, even if the refining is successful, it needs to receive the Dantian Purple Mansion and use its own pure yang Dan fire to keep cultivating.

Wu Mingxiang's face was also full of solemnity, for the rarity of the Qianjiao Knife, this woman was also clear, she didn't know what kind of hard work Brother Ling had gone through to get so many materials together, but this woman understood that no matter what, she had to ensure the success of this refining.

She's a little smarter.

A box floated up in front of him, opened with a "click", and a crystal like jade treasure came into view. (To be continued.) )