After March, the heavy stone door was reopened, and out of it came a young man in a green robe, with an extremely ordinary appearance, up and down, faintly, but exuding the breath of a strong man.

Ling Xian!

Breaking through the barrier again, his realm as a Jindan monk has been completely stabilized.

Thinking about the hard work of these years, and then thinking about what I have gained now, everything is like a dream.

Now that the dream has woken up, the fairy road is long, and he is still waiting for himself to embark on the journey.

Taking a deep breath, Ling Xian exhaled a breath of turbid air from his chest, and suddenly, he raised his eyebrows, raised his head as if he had a feeling, and then walked as if he was outside.

Soon, he came to the outside of the cave, and a golden transmission note came into view, but it was blocked by the prohibition he had casually laid out.

Ling Xian's face showed a hint of deep groaning, but instead of thinking about the cause and effect, as soon as he raised his hand, the transmission note automatically flew up and landed in his palm.

Ling Xian lowered his head slightly, sinking his divine sense, and after a while, his face naturally showed a little surprise.

This transmission note was actually sent to me in the name of Black Swamp City, the City Lord's Mansion.

Inside first there are congratulatory words, and then there is a hint of goodwill, faintly, but also shows a bit of the intention to solicit, at the same time, the transmission note also mentions that now this cave will not be rented out to the outside world, but as a congratulatory gift for his own marriage, he can live as he likes.

And in half a year, there will be a grand auction in Black Swamp City, if you want to, you might as well go and pay tribute.

When Ling Xian saw this, his face showed a little surprise, and he said that there is no impermeable wall in the world, and the ancients did not deceive me.

The other party is worthy of being a snake on the ground, how did they know that they were married?

Actually trying to recruit yourself?

For such a request. Ling Xian naturally ignored it, he was not interested, joining any of the forces, the changes that had happened in the Tianwei Sect, now that he thought about it, Ling Xian was terrified. He neither wanted to repeat the mistakes of the past, nor did he want to be restrained by anyone.

But what is the auction, you might as well go and take a look, first, to increase knowledge, and second, Ling Xian has successfully condensed the golden pill, naturally, he needs to plan for his natal magic weapon.

Different from the foundation building monks, the immortal cultivators of the Jindan period. He has mastered the Pure Yang Danhuo and has the ability to refine and drive his own magic weapon.

Magic weapon, thinking of this word Ling Xian was excited, it was fundamentally different from the spirit weapon.

The significance of the natal magic weapon to the monk is even more indescribable, and most of them are to accompany them for a lifetime.

So. This choice, for the monks. Caution is required.

However, as far as Ling Xian was concerned, there was nothing particularly worth dwelling on this issue.

There is no other reason, Ling Xian's cultivation of the Thousand Illusions Jiao Jue is the top-level supernatural power of this interface.

This kind of exercise has a great advantage compared to ordinary ones. Even at the end of the exercise, there is usually an appendix listing the treasures that are suitable for this exercise.

It's clear what materials are needed, and even how to refine them.

In this way, it saves a lot of trouble. However, there are pros and cons to everything, usually these listed treasures are certainly powerful, but it is not easy to refine, and even the raw materials are difficult to muster.

Ling Xian is facing the situation now, this is the case, although he didn't have time to comprehend the golden pill chapter of "Thousand Illusions", he probably read it.

There is only one magic weapon recorded in its appendix.

A Thousand Jiao Knife!

It doesn't sound unusual, but it is said that this magic weapon can have the power of a thousand Jiao after being condensed to the fullest, which is really powerful.

In the past, Qianjiao real people were invincible, relying on this thing.

Ling Xian was naturally greedy, but if he wanted to refine this thing, the difficulty was simply ...... How to put it, it can be described as despair.

Not to mention the other rare materials, just the most important one made Ling Xian have a headache.

Jiaolong spirit bones!

Looking at the three thousand worlds, it is also a spiritual object that can be encountered but not sought, and it is not easy to find it, Venerable Qianjiao, who also borrowed the power of the sect back then.

And Ling Xian was alone, and it was almost impossible to get enough materials for the Thousand Jiao Knife.

If you change an immortal cultivator, most of you can only give up and choose another treasure, but Ling Xian's character is extremely stubborn, if it sounds good, it is indomitable, and if it is ugly, it is the kind that does not cry when you don't see the coffin!

Qianjiao Knife, although the materials needed were a headache, Ling Xian's eyes were extremely greedy, and he would never give up until he had to.

Even if you can't refine it for a while, you still have another treasure in your hand anyway.

Fire Sword!

That's right, it's the result of killing the dead wood real person, although it's not a great treasure, but before you have your own natal magic weapon, it's still enough to use it for the time being.

Thinking so in his heart, Ling Xian also made some plans for the path of cultivating immortals that he should take next, and then he turned around and returned to the cave mansion.

This time, Ling Xian's purpose was not to practice, but to refine the Fire Sword, although with his strength, even if he was bare-handed, facing an immortal cultivator of the same level, he was not sure of winning the battle at the beginning, but he obviously had treasures, so why not use it?

With this in mind, Ling Xian had returned to the practice room and sat cross-legged.

With a flick of the robe, he took out the Huomang Sword, which was only an inch long, but it was extremely agile, and he wanted to flee into the distance, but Ling Xian was not what it used to be, how could he let it get his wish, only to see the space fluctuate suddenly, and a big gray hand appeared in sight and grabbed it.

Then Ling Xian puffed out his cheeks, spewed out a mouthful of pure yang pill fire, and began to refine this ownerless thing, although the dead wood real person had fallen, but the divine sense mark he left on it was not so easy to remove, and it was roughly estimated that it would take months of effort, this was because Ling Xian's divine sense was much stronger than him, otherwise, it was obvious that there was a greater difficulty.

The fiery red flames wrapped this small sword that was an inch long, and then, an incredible scene appeared, Ling Xian clearly felt that the divine sense imprint of the dead wood real person on it was rapidly weakening, and this matter seemed to be much easier than imagined.

No, it's not because this mark is easier to remove than expected, but because what you spew out is not pure Yang Dan Fire at all.

There is a faint phoenix power integrated into it!

Of course, Ling Xian would not forget how his golden pill was condensed, which was very different from ordinary monks, and it could even be said that it was based on that drop of phoenix divine blood, so it was naturally not surprising that it contained the power of the phoenix.

The phoenix is the main fire, so the flames he spews out are also extremely powerful, coupled with the power of the phoenix contained, the divine sense mark that should have been like a maggot on the tarsal bone is easy to remove by him. (To be continued.) )