Dugu Pocheng said lively: "Sir, my brother knows everything, you have a good eye." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info I have some wine and spirit fruit here, all of which are bought in the small world, and the quality is not good. If you don't dislike it, you can also take two sips. ”

Mr. Wu looked at Dugu Pocheng, who was deliberately pleasing him, and smiled, "Okay, everything is laid out, girl, wait for you to call Huzi who is looking at the store in front, and go to the restaurant to buy a few dishes at dinner." ”

Of course, the girl meant Zhong Zhen, and she immediately stood up. "Well, Grandpa Wu, I'll go now."

Li Huaixu interjected: "Old Wu, if you have anything to do, just tell this girl, she is very ghostly, and I promise to help you do it well." ”

Zhong Zhen heard clearly, she hadn't gone far yet, and immediately turned around and said: "Old man Wu, don't listen to Xinghua's nonsense, the most elf and eccentric is himself, it's really tricky." ”

At this moment, it is not dinner time, and besides, the immortal cultivators actually don't eat.

After Zhong Zhen informed Huzi, she came back and saw that everyone had already started talking, and she happened to hear Mr. Wu talking.

“...... It turns out that you are all from the small world in the small world, people say that the fellow sees the fellow, and the tears are full of eyes, but I think you don't seem to be very pleasing to the apricot blossom! ”

Li Huaixu laughed twice, "I often can't help but do something angry and resentful." ”

Sitting back on the stone bench, Zhong Zhen took over, "Hey, I thought you didn't know!" ”

Dugu Pocheng smiled: "I've already beaten it once." ”

After chatting for a while, Zhong Zhen couldn't wait to get to the point.

"Sir, I heard Xinghua say that you know how to refine weapons, so I came here to ask for help. The small world that the four of us used to live in at the beginning was a mirror, so good that I couldn't die, and I accidentally made it a natal magic weapon. ”

She bluntly told her that she was looking for an opportunity to solve this matter.

Mr. Wu's cultivation, she couldn't see it at all.

Although I have never seen a monk in the refining period, I always feel that this may be a merger period.

There is such a good thing, you can't even ask for it. In the face of such old-timers, there is no need to play any tricks, and it is best to directly say what you want in your heart.

After a long groan, Mr. Wu said: "Natal magic weapon, no one has used the natal magic weapon for a long time in the past few years, especially the space magic weapon to recognize the master...... Show me the magic weapon. ”

With his hand pressed on the dantian, Zhong Zhen took out the Qiankun mirror and the Qiankun mountains and rivers together.

The mirror was a little big, she took it directly, bypassed the apricot blossom sitting next to her husband, and placed it in front of the house so that he could easily check it.

"It's actually a blood-refining thing!" Mr. Wu's face showed surprise.

He frowned slightly, scrutinizing with his senses.

"The rules of the space treasure of the evil qi are extremely chaotic, and the cultivator is not cultivated enough, and in the end, he actually martyred this treasure. Tell me where it came from. ”

Sure enough, it was the master, Zhong Zhen was overjoyed, and he was busy telling the origin of the Qiankun Mirror without missing anything.

“...... According to the Great Zen Master of Bitter Tea, the Ouyang senior who refined the weapon ended up covered in blood, and finally the corpse melted. ”

With a moving face, Mr. Wu was speechless for a long time, and finally sighed.

He pondered silently.

Sure enough, it was the most extreme blood refining method. And that refiner's understanding of the rules of space is insufficient, which is unthinkable, because the rules in the small world are incomplete in the first place.

Most of the living people who are imprisoned should all be dead, but some of them are still alive and alive in the mirror world.

The living souls in the land of extreme yin gradually had soul bodies, and later there were many soul cultivators who intervened from outside the world.

Soul cultivation, absorbing aura and extreme yin qi, as well as various inhumane evil methods, such as absorbing the soul and soul of the living.

Generally speaking, it is easy to go crazy, and there is no one in the golden pill. Only when it reaches the Yuan Infant Stage can the soul cultivation be regarded as truly entering the main hall, turning from virtual to real.

But no one can get that far.

Being able to live until now, the minds of the few people in front of them can be described as firm.

Mr. Wu remembered that he didn't do anything every day, and read a lot of jade slips, no matter how ridiculous they looked, they would read them word for word.

This man has a temperament like a teenager, very jumpy, and can't sit still at all, but once he thinks about something, he can sit for days.

It is precisely because this man has a lot of wonderful ideas that he can gain some benefits and understand things that he has not figured out before.

The experience of apricot blossoms can be described as a god and a man. From death to life, and the heavenly soul is still immortal, it is not something that can be done by just incense offerings.

The other three, Ziling, who cultivated to the lowest Yuanying Middle Stage, was a thoughtful person, thinking and suspicious, but not a person who was too worried.

Whether it is from the demeanor, sitting posture, and eyes, there is a little alienation and indifference, but when facing the two friends, it seems to have changed people.

Ruthless but affectionate.

At a glance, this son knew that he and Xinghua were not friends.

The tall and bearded Po Cheng looked stupid. The path of soul cultivation is most suitable for such a monk.

If you don't want to plant willows, the willows will be shady.

However, most of the soul cultivators are those who have a deep hatred of blood and have poor qualifications. The obsession is very deep, and the adult is already a demon among people.

Mr. Wu finally set his eyes on Zhong Zhen's body.

This nun is the one he can't see through the most.

The obsession is deep, the love is heavy, and you can't let go of it, and you can't get rid of it.

The aura of red dust came to his face, not to mention doing soul cultivation, even if it was immortal cultivation, it was definitely not suitable.

Let's ask such a woman, how did she not go crazy.

Mr. Wu suddenly smiled, he has lived in Xinghua Village for thousands of years, and this red dust is probably comparable to this girl.

In the red dust, you can understand the true meaning.

No one dared to interrupt Mr. Wu's thinking.

Especially Zhong Zhen, her hands were held tightly, her heart seemed to be held by something invisible, and her breathing was a little unsmooth.

This is her natal magic weapon, and it would be best if she could lift this shackle. I can't get rid of it, so I can only make this thing into a 10,000-year-old turtle shell, which is unbreakable.

However, what Mr. Wu finally said was extremely disappointing to her.

"This mirror is not easy to repair, if it is refined, I am afraid that its rules will be changed, and the living people inside will die. If I still make up for it by blood refining, where will I find so many living people? ”

She looked miserable, she was really going to be buried in a coffin by this thing.

The implication of the other party's words is that this thing was originally a thing refined by evil law, and there is no way to repair it, and it cannot be changed.

For the sake of her life, it is obviously impossible to find millions of living people to refine this thing.

If the rules are changed, it is still impossible for the person in the mirror to die cleanly.

"Sir, I see. But the last thing I want to ask is, is this thing my natal magic weapon at all, and can I disassociate myself from it? ”

"Hold this in your hand and let me see it again." Mr. Wu said. (To be continued.) )