Standing beyond the sea of stars, Pan Long looked at the things floating in front of him.

Now he can see that these things are half-real and half-real, between real and unreal, and not really existent.

Only by infusing a sufficient amount of aura can these treasures be transformed from virtual to real and into real entities

"First of all, the Holy Grail must be exchanged. ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand to the Holy Grail, and the silver goblet suddenly turned from half-empty and half-solid into a complete entity, and he grabbed it in his hand.

"Then, there are the scrolls. ”

He raised his hand and pointed at the scroll, but then froze.

The stored aura has been completely depleted, and there is not even enough weight to redeem this scroll.

"The consumption of the Holy Grail is so large?!"

Pan Long was a little surprised, thought about it, and then pointed at the gun next to him.

Lack of aura.

He thought about it again, took the gun apart, and took a bullet out of it.

Still lacking in aura.

At this time, Pan Long completely understood.

"No wonder the Shan Hai Jing has shrunk the world, it's probably pinched, and all the aura is only enough to exchange for a holy grail. Fortunately, I didn't wander around, and I didn't cultivate in this world, if the time was delayed for too long, I might not even be able to exchange the Holy Grail aura. ”

He sighed, and was about to cancel the exchange of other things, when suddenly his heart moved.

The Holy Grail is just a physical treasure, and the contents of the scroll, can't he write it down now and write it down silently after he goes out?

Similarly, there is no way to exchange the gun back, but he can take it apart, write down all the structures, return to the Kyushu world and draw drawings again, and copy them against the drawings!

Thinking of this, his eyes lit up, and he immediately unfolded the scroll and tried to memorize.

After Xiu Wei stepped into the realm of real people, his memory was also greatly enhanced, and it only took a short time to memorize the contents of the scroll, the structure of the rifle and pistol, and the structure of the bullet.

At least, it won't be forgotten for a short time.

Finally, after checking it again, and making sure that his memory was exactly the same as the actual content, and there was no error, he took the Holy Grail and immediately returned to the mezzanine world of Azure and Rehmannia.

Behind him, scrolls, guns, and bullets all dissipated and vanished.

Back in the mezzanine world, Pan Long's first instinct was to take out some paper and record all the things he remembered.

If he's an ordinary person, the recording process can be a bit of a hassle. But now that he's Pan Zhenren, then it's easy.

Take out a bottle of ink, suck them out of the bottle with real qi, and then quickly rub it against the way it looks in your memory - the whole process is actually no different from that of a printer.

"If I go back to Earth, won't I be able to be a personal flesh printer?"

"Phew! 1,000 brainwave access devices, 600 comprehensive printing machines, and more than two sets of pension insurance can be bought a month. Aiming for this, it's too cheap!"

Laughing at himself, he made two more copies of the drawings and documents.

"One for personal use, one for collection, one for publicity. Perfect!"

Then, he could finally settle down, pick up the information about the miracle ceremony, and compare it with the memories in his mind.

That's it anyway, it's good to have it, but it doesn't matter if you don't. Even if something goes wrong, it's a big deal to adjust it when it's actually made. But the technique in this ritual cannot be wrong at all.

Just look at the German officer who drank the water and then almost instantly dissolved into nothingness!

After studying it carefully, he put down the information with satisfaction.

Very good, completely unintelligible.

There is more than one logic in this that he simply cannot understand - not the technical problem, but from the level of "thinking", he cannot understand it.

For example, why is it that by stuffing a hen's feathers in a pine cone, it can be turned into a filter to filter out impurities in the life force?

There is nothing special about the little hen and pine cones in this technology, it should be ordinary chickens and pine cones, these two ordinary things add up, can they have such an effect?

And, how big should that little hen be? Newborn chicks, chicks about a month old, about a year old?

What kind of pine fruit should the pine cone be? Masson pine, Pinus tabuliformis, Five-needle pine, Cedar, Dragon's claw pine?

I didn't even say the specific type, so why is it so straightforward and taken for granted?

He was completely incomprehensible to this logic!

But there is no doubt that Master Merlin, who designed this technique, did succeed in using this technique to create a finished product, and it worked well.

"Forget it, when you go out, ask the teacher for advice, maybe she can understand. He said to himself, "Even if she can't understand it, the two immortals should understand it......

But in fact, the three immortal bosses couldn't understand this design drawing.

At least not completely.

Pan Long returned to the Kyushu world, came to the Dongling Pagoda, and asked Lie Yukou to send him into the isolated bamboo forest. It just so happened that Lanling was also in good condition, and Bi Lingkong's spirit was also good. He took out the blueprint and asked the three of them to study it.

As a result, the three of them looked at it for a while, discussed it again, and came to the conclusion: "What the hell is this!"

Bi Lingkong: "Is it so troublesome to extract one person's life force and transmit it to another person?"

Lie: "What the hell is that filter? I don't understand it at all. ”

Lan Ling: "This spell looks like it's a sect called 'Bon' on the side of Tianzhu Kingdom, I mean that kind of plausible and unreasonable nonsense argument......"

Bi Lingkong's voice came from Pan Long's ears: "At the beginning, he thought he was very capable, and he went to Tianzhu to preach. As a result, he was beaten violently by Shiva, the most temperamental of the three holy kings of Tianzhu, and since then he has held a grudge and has to criticize him when he finds an opportunity. It's prejudice, don't take it seriously. I have also been to Tianzhu, and their theories are very different from ours, but they are superb, and each has its own merits. ”

"Bi Lingkong!" Lan Lingqing said angrily, "Do you think I can't hear it?"

"What are you talking about, what's wrong with me?" Bi Lingkong looked innocent, his face full of wonder.

Lan Lingjing took a deep breath and suppressed his anger back: "With your current state, you want to hide the sound from me in person, is it possible?"

Bi Lingkong suddenly showed embarrassment, but then found a reason: "Young people, don't be so angry, come on, I'll help you fan the wind." ”

As she spoke, her left hand turned into a wing and flapped at Lan Ling a few times.

Lan Lingquan sighed helplessly and looked at Pan Long: "Anyway, this spell is not reliable, if you really want to give it a try, I suggest modifying and adjusting it...... Just use the blood firmament as a reference. ”

"Blood Firmament, where am I going to learn that magic skill?"

Lan Ling smiled: "The ten heavenly crystals contain a full set of armillary treasures, and the one with the scarlet color is the blood firmament. ”