In the world of cultivating immortals, when you generally want to refine a spiritual weapon, you will add the souls of various demon beasts and spirit beasts to refine together, once the refining is successful, this spiritual weapon magic weapon can be described as psychic, and its power can increase several times more, and it is a refining method that all monks dream of.

However, even in the immortal cultivation world, this kind of method of refining magic weapons is very rare, not to mention that there are very few people who can master other techniques, and this success rate alone is very touching. Even if he is an immortal cultivator who specializes in refining weapons, he doesn't know if he can refine five spiritual weapons with instrument spirits in his life.

Besides, an excellent machine spirit is extremely rare, and many machine spirits will kill the holder after becoming a magic weapon, which is simply more than worth the loss.

"You are just to repay your kindness, guarding this tomb for a thousand years, this loyalty is indeed rare. Wang Tu nodded in approval.

For a machine spirit, whether it is strong or not, loyalty is the first element, think about it, the magic weapon is almost close to the body day and night, and as soon as the eyes are closed at night, the machine spirit will run out and assassinate the holder, which is not simply looking for death.

This is also the reason why the king chose this dragon.

"Machine Spirit, are you letting me attach to your immortal weapon, don't even think about it!" Jiaolong objected vigorously, his voice was so powerful that it was like thunder, and the sound of the explosion almost burst the eardrums of the group of martial artists and warlocks.

"Why not, is it possible that you still have to guard this tomb for thousands of years, until you die of old age and sickness? Attach me to the god list, for my instrument spirit, I will take you to see the great rivers and mountains in the past few hundred years, how about it?"

"No, my master worked hard all his life in his life, didn't you also defeat the great rivers and mountains? I once wanted to be born to help, and when I saw the ** who surrendered by herself, I helped my heart to be destroyed, and I planned to hide in this dragon mountain. ”

There was a hint of resentment in Jiaolong's eyes, and he felt unworthy and sighed for his dead master.

The group of foreigners didn't understand, but the senior brother of the Overlord Sect in Huaguo could understand that the owner of this tomb was a national general before his death.

Originally, Jiaolong said such a thing, and the senior brother guessed that the king disciple had no way to continue to persuade the king disciple, but the king disciple pointed his arm and shouted coldly.

"That's your stupidity!"

When Jiaolong heard this shock, he couldn't help but tremble, and almost fell off the cliff.

"What did you say?"

"What I'm talking about is that you are stupid and incurable! I retreat into the mountains and forests, but I don't know the changes in the world. Hundreds of years of vicissitudes, now my country is the world, that little widow has long been trampled under our feet, hearing our name will be terrified, where to insult your master's face?"

The momentum of the Wang disciple suddenly widened, like an absolute superior, no one dared to look at him wherever he looked, even the dragon had to force back its cold mang.

Jiaolong was shocked by the words of the king, but he has been living in seclusion since two or three hundred years ago, not asking about the world, where does he know what the situation is outside, in it has always believed that the country of China has long fallen apart, so he moved to Hong Kong Island with the master's tomb to pray for peace.

"I testify that a great war broke out with the world a hundred years ago and became the victorious country, and now China is the second largest country in the world, and it is not inferior to any country in terms of combat power. The senior brother hurriedly responded.

Jiaolong was skeptical when he heard this, but he quickly remembered something, and said angrily: "Even if the Hua Kingdom rises now and is no longer that rotten country, I can't become your instrument spirit! Just now you instructed a little girl to steal my master's body, and I haven't settled this account with you yet!"

"It's really stupid to stay in the tomb, take a good look at what is lying in that sarcophagus now. Wang Tu stretched out his white jade-like palm and shook it into the void, and saw a sarcophagus flying out, hanging in the air, and the coffin mouth was facing the dragon.

Jiaolong's eyes widened, and he shouted, "Impossible! I obviously saw that girl move out!"

"A dignified god realm powerhouse, Huang Shuiqing's girl, but just a real person who cultivates the Fa. I can't even touch it, so I naturally spent countless spiritual power to create a spirit body based on your master's template. ”

In the sarcophagus, it seemed to be untouched, because Huang Shuiqing had moved a new body made by Wang Tu himself. That could consume almost all of the aura on Wang Tu's body, and if it weren't for the Yin Qi around here that could be replenished in time, he wouldn't even be able to use the Flame Silver Spear and the Red Crystal Long Sword just now.

Doing so can be regarded as repaying Huang Shuiqing's kindness to him in this ancient tomb, Wang Tu has never liked to owe others things.

"Use spiritual power to fabricate a spirit body?" Jiaolong glanced at Wang Disciple in horror. This is just a teenager who is less than twenty years old, and hundreds of years ago, even if he was his master, he did not have such a terrifying adventure and chance to achieve a spirit body, and that was only after the age of forty or fifty.

But this time, Jiaolong's situation is extremely embarrassing.

Become the king's disciple's instrument spirit, it goes against his original intention, if you don't become the king's instrument spirit, maybe you will be beheaded by the king's disciple later.

"No, I can't. I still can't be your machine spirit, it's a betrayal of my master. "Jiaolong Yibo Yuntian Dao, even if he is in danger of being killed by the king, he refuses to agree, which shows the righteousness and loyalty of this Jiaolong.

If you really have to do it. Wang Tu had already killed this Jiaolong with a sword, and forcibly extracted its soul into the god list, but this was not what Wang Tu wanted, he wanted Jiaolong to be willing to become his instrument spirit, instead of becoming a slave in the god list with resentment and humiliation.

That kind of instrument spirit is not as powerful as a three-thousand-year-old evil ghost, and the king guards the position of the instrument spirit on the god list, waiting for this righteous and awe-inspiring dragon.

"What a betrayal master, can you tell me, where is the betrayal?" Wang Tu snorted and laughed.

When Jiaolong heard the king's question, he was dumbfounded.

The king stepped on the void, stepped forward, and continued:

"If I'm not mistaken, your master should be the Qi general of the Hua Kingdom hundreds of years ago, the Qi God Realm. He dedicated his life to the country of China, protecting its frontiers, in order to protect the safety of one party. ”

"Now that the Yin Ghost Sect is pressing, the Hades Palace is ready to move, and you are the patron saint of the former Hua Kingdom. But you plan to live in this little tomb for the rest of your life?"

"You said that we once defeated the great rivers and mountains, and now the hidden danger is imminent, but you are coldly watching, what is the difference between us at that time!"

"Is this how you repay General Qi's kindness?"

The last sound of the king disciple was like thunder, and it exploded towards the dragon in an instant. Even the cliffs around the dragon were directly blasted open and shattered into stones.

"Shut up!"

"You hairy boy, what qualifications do you have to guide me?"

Jiaolong screamed, and the thousand-year-old coercion roared out, and some martial artists with lower cultivation were directly stunned.

Jiaolong finally showed its pride as a thousand-year-old psychic, even if Wang Tu was reasonable, it couldn't bow to Wang Tu, a little guy who was less than twenty years old.

"I am a white-clothed Heavenly Master, the first person in China today, and I am qualified enough to overwhelm Southeast Asia!" Wang Tu did not have the slightest fear. A hard body to resist the coercion of the dragon.

"You're less than twenty years old, and you're a Heavenly Master?"

Jiaolong felt that he had eaten more surprise today than he had in the past thousand years, and such a terrifying cultivation talent was beyond the reach of even its owner.

Moreover, the terrifying shot and sword of the Wang disciple were not something that the Heavenly Master could use.

"Okay, I want to see if you, a young Heavenly Master, have piled up some heavenly treasures, and if you don't have real skills, you can't try to convince me!"

The scales of the dragon's body exploded, the coiled body gradually straightened, and the yin qi dispersed outward like steam, and everyone could see that this dragon was going to fight hard.

"My master, Qi Shen, once defeated Wang Cangping with a pair of iron fists. Defeat tens of thousands of Japanese robbers, do you have the ability to do this?" Jiaolong smiled slyly, as if he was giving a trick, a trick for the king's disciples.

In Jiaolong's opinion, no matter how powerful the king is. It was also with the help of the flaming silver spear and the red crystal long sword, without those two weapons that were almost like divine weapons, Jiaolong was confident that he could swallow the king disciple in one bite.

But Wang Tu smiled awe-inspiringly, dispersed the red crystal long sword, and stretched out a pair of hands as white and jade-like as crystal. Horizontal in front of him, parrying a posture of a duel between martial arts powerhouses, he smiled quietly, and said.

"Then you'll have to endure it. ”