Shaoqing looked at the pen in his hand and guessed that this should not be a talisman pen, but a high-grade magic weapon. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info When each refiner completes a work, he will give this work a name he likes, I don't know what the name of this pen is?

Shaoqing scratched her fingers with a demonic aura, and a drop of milky white liquid dripped on the pen, she always felt that this blood was too weird, and she looked at Mo Ming and wanted to taste what it tasted like, this idea seemed to be a bit heavy.

This is the most common blood dripping in the immortal cultivation world, but why doesn't there be any reaction at all when you look at this pen? Do you want to be sacrificed?

No, it can't be said that there is no reaction at all, but the red notch that bends down from the top of this pen has become lighter. Every time she looked at these inscriptions, she always felt that they were somewhat like the inscriptions on some ancient sacrificial bronze vessels.

In ancient times, some evil sacrifices were dedicated to young children to their so-called gods, and the bronze vessels used in those sacrifices had a notched effect on the blood to flow to the designated place.

The magic weapon used by the monk is not like the elixir, which is divided into spiritual plants and magic plants, only depends on who is used, if it is a righteous monk, the magic weapon will naturally have spiritual power after being used for the first time; If it is a demonic monk, it will also have a demonic aura.

This mainly depends on the method of sacrificing the magic weapon, but it is also related to the process method of refining the weapon by the refiner.

Shaoqing already has a long sword for spiritual power, and now there is still a lack of magic weapons for demonic energy, and this pen just makes up for Shaoqing's missing magic weapons.

Raising her sleeves and hanging her wrists, Shaoqing was about to write down the word "cold", but she had done it with long sleeves, but the long hair that was not tied up suddenly slipped down her shoulders.

"Are you really a waste of life?" Shaoqing deeply doubted life at this moment, his hair couldn't be combed, he couldn't stir-fry and cook, and he couldn't lift his sleeves after many exercises to get better.

Since childhood, Shaoqing has been pampered by his family, in his previous life, most of the girls were pampered, but Shaoqing may be more pampered by their parents than other girls, but Shaoqing's parents are not ambiguous at all in terms of personality, and they should be strict.

"No, won't it sweep the floor? Wouldn't you still make your bed? Shaoqing immediately denied what she had just thought, and the four walls were already full of words, so she wrote on the stone floor.

Demonic energy into the pen, the original ordinary pen is like a pearl that brushes away the dust, you can see its extraordinary at a glance, the milky white liquid is left from the pen, just like her blood, one stroke at a time to write the word "cold", each stroke, she can feel the difference in air temperature, the pen peak a hook, the word into it.

Shaoqing stared at it and said to it: "You even have to use blood to write, you are really a magic weapon!" ”

Shaoqing witnessed the cold air on the stone slab with her own eyes, the smile on the corner of her mouth, and the brightness in her eyes could not be suppressed, this was the first spell she had comprehended by chance.

She Shaoqing will not fall into the immortal cultivation world, she Shaoqing will not disappear in the immortal cultivation world in obscurity, in addition to the advantages brought by the bloodline, she also has her own comprehension talent.

The first time she got her chance, she suppressed the excitement in her heart.

Shaoqing thought, what would happen if he wrote down the words "ice", "cold" and "cool"? What would it be like if the chill of "cold" was concentrated in one place?

Thinking of it, she wrote the word "cold" in the void, imagining concentrating on the word "cold" on the opposite wall, but the word "cold" on the wall actually hit back at the word "cold" she wrote.

The two words are opposite, and there is no doubt that the words written by Shaoqing are naturally not as good as the words written by the owner of this cave house.

"It seems that this cave is really a little different, but I don't know if you can go out?" Shaoqing was not nervous in her heart, on the contrary, she was now eager to compete with the words left by the owner of this cave mansion immediately.

Her eyes flashed with a strange look, and she glanced at the original door, and the demonic energy between her fingers struck, and the door that was now closed could not be opened by her demonic energy.

But Shaoqing didn't care, now she just wanted to compete with the words on the wall, licked her lips a little dry excitedly, looked at the countless words on the wall, and said softly: "Since you trapped me here, in order to avoid boredom, just play with me!" ”

No matter how much Shaoqing wanted to compete with these words again, she also clearly understood that she was definitely not their opponent now.

But it doesn't matter, it's quiet here, no one disturbs her, she can meditate on her cultivation and learn all kinds of knowledge in the immortal cultivation world, and the most important thing is that she wants to master this word. If she didn't guess wrong, the owner of this cave should be a character cultivator.

In addition to Taoist cultivation, sword cultivation, illusion cultivation, physical cultivation, sound cultivation, etc., there are also many monks who specialize in other cultivation. The monks of the Six Arts are also one of them, most of them like to follow the path of Taoist cultivation or sword cultivation, but there are also many monks who like to take other paths.

She had heard in that diary that Li Shaoqing at that time had met a man who was a dance cultivator, and those who had no spiritual roots in the world entered the Tao with painting, entered the Tao with the qin, entered the Tao with dance, and entered the painting with chess, etc., among them, there were also those who entered the Tao with words, these people had the power to break into fame, and there were also nobodies who could not break through the first layer of qi refining in their lifetime.

As a result, there are many classifications in the spirit world, such as painting repair, piano repair, and dance repair.

For example, the sound cultivation is developed from the qin cultivation, and the music cultivation also claimed to be the qin cultivation at the beginning, but there are countless sounds, some prefer the qin, and some prefer the flute.

Therefore, it is not surprising that Qin Xiu evolved into Yin Xiu. Word cultivation has gradually evolved into Confucian cultivation over the long years, but how it evolved, the question has long been hidden in the long river of time.

Thinking of this, then Dao cultivation, sword cultivation, etc. may also have developed in this way, Shaoqing has always had a few questions, how high can a monk fly? How did the monk first begin his cultivation? What is the Heavenly Dao?

However, no one answered these questions for her, everything in the novels of the previous life, although there are similarities with the world of cultivating immortals, but this set of questions must not be used, the novels of the previous life may be that the monks in the world of cultivating immortals strayed into the earth, and then posted some articles about the world of cultivating immortals on the Internet.

"What do you want to do so much? It's all about the moment. Shaoqing put aside some irrelevant things in his mind, if he wants to strengthen the attack power of the word, in addition to comprehension, he can only improve his cultivation.

Shaoqing wrote the word "cold" again, and she was more interested in comprehension at this moment than improving her cultivation.

Just like the master of this cave, Shaoqing devoted herself to writing, she didn't know how long the time had passed, she was hungry and dressed in Bigu Dan, and when the demonic qi ran out, she meditated again to recover the demonic qi, but found that she had already unknowingly broken through to the eighth layer of qi refining.

Once the demonic energy ran out, and she used up her spiritual power again, only to find out that this pen could also use spiritual power at the same time, it was simply a magic weapon tailored for her, Shaoqing had to think about who the gray-robed monk was? What do you want to do?

Don't worry about a lot of debts, now that your life is in Yun Miao's hands, what could be more urgent than solving this problem!

Shaoqing looked at the words on the ground, on the chair, and on the bed, all of which were written by himself, as if there was no place to write!

Looking at the fingers again, the demon cultivator's physique is generally stronger than that of the righteous monk, her fingers have already grinded out of the calluses, Shaoqing gently stroked the pen in his hand, and said: "No matter what his purpose is, thank you for being with me for so long, I don't know your name, if you don't speak, I will name you!" ”

"One, two...", still counted to three, the pen suddenly moved, and the words "death law pen" suddenly appeared in her mind, Shaoqing was very sure that this was not the name she wanted to take.