"Don't touch it!" Di Jiuchen snorted.

Jiang Louyue's hand stopped abruptly when it was only half an inch away from the black extreme fire.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Louyue was startled by Emperor Jiuchen's roar just now, and her heartbeat missed a beat.

Emperor Jiuchen's dark eyes narrowed slightly, and he said: "My black extreme fire is an unquenchable fire, which can incinerate everything in the world. If you do touch it just now, I'm afraid your whole arm will be ruined. ”

A chill hit Jiang Louyue's body.

Looking at Di Jiuchen's serious appearance, she knew that the other party was not alarmist.

The thousand-year-old withered cicada feathers, under the tempering of the black extreme fire, made a "hissing" sound, and the impurities were constantly incinerated away, and finally, the pair of cicada wings became more and more slender and transparent.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Louyue saw Emperor Jiuchen stand up and throw the quenched thousand-year-old withered cicada wings into the Yellow Rank Sixth Grade Medicine Refining Ding Furnace, and then added some auxiliary materials and elixirs one after another.

Emperor Jiuchen's hands raised two black extremely fiery dragons, surrounding the Yellow Rank Sixth-Rank Medicine Refining Ding Furnace.

He was careful to regulate the temperature.

Jiang Louyue put her hands on her cheeks, sat on the side, watched intently, and muttered, "Senior brother, even if you let me watch it, I won't be able to learn it." ”

Not to mention anything else, just talking about the black extreme fire, she can't learn it in her life, after all, it's something that people are born with.

"Actually, I think it's okay, if you really have the heart to teach me to refine medicine, then you have to start from the most basic."

Emperor Jiuchen concentrated on refining medicine, his willpower was highly concentrated, and he was completely immersed in his own world, basically not hearing Jiang Louyue muttering anything there.

Jiang Louyue, that's boring.

Two hours have passed, and Di Jiuchen is still refining medicine, and he has no intention of stopping.

Forget it, he refines his elixir, and she refines her inscription.

In this refining pharmacy, there is an extremely strong aura of elixir from the thousand-year-old withered cicada feathers, which she can just borrow.

Jiang Louyue took out the four materials needed to refine the one-star phantom talisman: a hundred years of white shimmering wood, an eighty-year-old phantom spirit vine, a powder ground from heavenly crystals, and pure and impurity-free heavenly root water.

The so-called phantom charm is a virtual form of an imitation. An inscription can unleash a variety of illusions.

For example, if the illusion is of a ferocious tiger, then, if this illusion is used in battle, it will surprise the enemy and cause chaos and believe it.

The one-star phantom rune created is indeed a simple illusion, but the two-star phantom rune, the three-star phantom rune, or even higher, is completely different.

According to the inscription inheritance within the magic qin, the phantom created by the high-level phantom rune has a substance, which can produce real damage to the opponent, and as the level of the phantom rune increases, the damage will explode.

Therefore, the combat value of the phantom talisman is higher than that of the energy talisman, and it is impossible for a true master of inscription to not make the phantom talisman.

Jiang Louyue took a deep breath and used the pure and impurity-free Heavenly Root Water to smelt the hundred-year-old White Shimmering Wood and the eighty-year-old Phantom Spirit Vine respectively.

White shimmering wood gives shape, and phantom vine gives dynamics.

An illusion must have an action demeanor, and it must also move, a static phantom, that is, a failed phantom, has no meaning.

Jiang Louyue's fingertips poured out golden soul power, stained with a few drops of white shimmering wood juice, and her wrist was like a boneless spirit snake, swimming quickly, and whatever came to mind in her mind, she drew it in her hand.

At this time, what came to Jiang Louyue's mind was a heroic and fearless war horse.

She was engrossed in sketching the shape of the war horse, the sturdy body, the high head, the sturdy hooves, the piercing eyes, every hair, every detail, striving for perfection.

The details are the most important, and only by mastering the details can the form of the war horse be outlined vividly.

A war horse, Jiang Louyue sketched for a whole hour before it was completed.

Jiang Louyue's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she took the juice of the phantom vine again, and used the golden soul power to circulate, enriching the dynamics of the war horse and giving it life.

Thousands of inscriptions, tens of thousands of patterns, floating, arranging, and shining on the body of the war horse.

This war horse began to move.

It first stepped on the horse's hooves, and after a while then flicked its tail.

Jiang Louyue was sweating profusely, and although she had worked very hard, she still felt powerless.

"No, no!"

Jiang Louyue's heart could no longer remain quiet, her brows furrowed, and her voice became anxious, "Your eyes are not right!" It's too sluggish, and it doesn't have any look! ”

With the disorder of his mind, the golden soul power that flowed out of Jiang Louyue's fingertips also began to be unstable, intermittently, sometimes thick and sometimes thin.

One wrong move, one wrong step.

At this moment, the phantom of the snow-white war horse also began to become unstable, and the contour lines of the body were crooked and crooked, and from time to time there was a "crackling" explosion.

"It's broken—"

Jiang Louyue couldn't help but change color.

She hurriedly withdrew the soul power in her hand, took a few steps back with her body practice, and watched the war horse phantom burst apart.

The twilight was pervasive, and the strong smell of white shimmering wood phantom spirit vines filled the alchemy room.

"Failed ......"

Jiang Louyue looked at the wreckage in one place, her face couldn't help but be a little gray, a set of precious materials was just scrapped.

A white shimmering tree, a foot of phantom spirit vine, a gram of Tianjing powder, and a bottle of pure and impurity-free Tiangen water add up to a full worth of seven thousand taels.

And the seven thousand taels of golden tickets were buried so easily by Jiang Louyue.

"This star phantom talisman is really not easy to refine." Jiang Louyue let out a heavy sigh.

Jiang Louyue raised her head and looked at the other end of the room, Di Jiuchen was still concentrating on alchemy, and she didn't notice the movement on her side at all.

"There are two more pairs of materials." Jiang Louyue gritted her teeth and said, "Let's try again." ”

She only allowed herself to fail one more time.

After all, she already has no extra money.

However, God didn't seem to plan to let Jiang Louyue get her best today, and the second attempt still ended in failure.

is also the same white war horse, Jiang Louyue shaped it into shape, and it also failed to give it life.

When the war horse runs, there is no sense of imposing momentum, let alone a sense of fierceness, and even the screams that come out are nondescript.

Failed twice in a row, Jiang Louyue no longer dared to act rashly. She sat down cross-legged and began to meditate.

Something must have gone wrong......