After so many days of hard work, Wang Ping was finally satisfied with the rough billet of this venerable ding, although it was only a rough billet, but there was already a trace of Dao rhyme circulating on it, which was definitely not cast by himself, but a contradictory Dao rhyme that fused the phoenix sky fire and natural water rhyme.

The more Wang Ping looked at it, the more satisfied he became, although he had rarely seen Ding before, but he had also seen other magic weapons made by Ding, but all this kind of magic weapons that were difficult to practice were very terrifying, and they were much stronger than ordinary magic weapons such as flying swords.

A vicissitudes of life and simplicity emanated from the tripod, as if it had been passed down through the ages, not a rough blank that had just been built now, but a dusty heavy weapon.

Wang Ping was very emotional, he had paid a lot for this tripod, and it took hundreds of times to really cast this tripod, of course, what he said about hundreds of times was from the time when the Dao marks in the divine consciousness were intertwined.

To be honest, Wang Ping is already very fast, and magic weapons such as bells, tripods, and towers are also more powerful because of their special shapes, and of course, the difficulty of sacrifice has also doubled.

If you join Wang Ping just to practice a fire sword, you would have succeeded a long time ago, but Ding is different, especially Wang Ping is very stubborn, and he must reproduce the calm momentum and vicissitudes of time of Huaxia Jiuding. This adds to the difficulty.

The rough billet was refined, and the next work was even more difficult, because there was no room for the slightest sloppiness, otherwise this jade-like tripod would not be able to grow into a true Extreme Saint Soldier.

Wang Ping took a deep breath, beckoned, and the rough billet from the fire tripod flew back to his hand in an instant, dripping and turning in the palm of his hand, emitting a mysterious aura, as if this Ding had its own life.

Is this the Extreme Path Saint Soldier? Wang Ping muttered, and then withdrew the rough billet into his own sea of knowledge, since the rough billet has been successfully refined, then the next thing is to engrave those things that have been designed on it, this is not in a hurry, there is a golden divine fire, even if there is no chaotic heavenly fire, it will be fine.

Although he had succeeded, Wang Ping did not retreat, but sat very close to the Chaos Heavenly Fire, and did not cultivate, but a golden self appeared in his sea of knowledge, and in front of him, the quaint rough ding actually occupied the center of the sea of knowledge, squeezing the Three Emperor Seals and the Demon Suppression Tower aside.

A tripod, two ears, three feet, steadily stopped on the ground, naturally exuding a kind of self-respecting momentum, although it has not really taken shape, but the dignity of the country's heavy weapon has been fully revealed.

"You're welcome, you actually occupy the middle, or not, after all, you are personally sacrificed by me, so let you occupy the first position."

Wang Ping stroked this big tripod about three meters high, that kind of condensed momentum seems to be able to suppress the heavens, it is really the important weapon of the country, no wonder the ancestors of the original will choose this vessel as the representative of Kyushu.

However, on this crown, there is only that kind of momentum, there is no real soul, just a magic weapon, only when it is truly formed, and everything is engraved on it can be regarded as truly completed.

Wang Ping thought about it for a long time, of course it was no problem to engrave it now, but he had more important things to do, with Ding, there was still one of the most offensive Dinggai missing.

Wang Ping looked at the rest of the Lihuo Crystal Jade, and found that it was not enough to refine the tripod cover, and the resentment was very simple, the tripod cover he designed was not an ordinary tripod cover, but a spiral-shaped, cone-shaped tripod cover, although it was ugly, but it was the strongest attack power.

It is not enough to leave the fire crystal jade, this is a bit troublesome, Wang Ping has some other materials on his body, but even the Da Luo Silver Essence is vaporized in an instant in the Chaos Heavenly Fire, and it cannot be sacrificed at all.

After thinking about it for a while, Wang Ping suddenly thought that he still had Dabai's treasure and it had been useless, this guy was very rich when he was on a nameless desert island, maybe there were some precious materials in his treasure.

Just do it, Wang Ping flew directly out of the fire domain, and flew for three thousand miles, until the flame mountain had no effect, then stopped by a small lake, and then took out all the storage bags on his body, these storage bags are not of much use to him now, any magic weapon, in addition to offensive magic weapons, can hold a lot of things, much more advanced than storage bags.

One by one in the storage bags in front of him, Wang Ping probed his divine sense into the storage bags and rummaged through them one by one, there were more than a dozen of these storage bags, all of them were robbing others, and some of the things in them Wang Ping didn't look at it at all, and now he was a little speechless when he saw it.

There are all kinds of storage bags, some of them contain gold and silver money, some of them contain clothes and dry food, and only a few of them contain some elixirs and spiritual cores to help with cultivation, but these amounts are too small for Wang Ping to see at all.

There is a storage bag that puts something even more speechless, it turned out to be a columbarium altar, Wang Ping secretly called bad luck, and even threw the storage bag together, I don't know how long it has been with it.

Of course, there are also some that he put in by himself, just like there are a few cyan storage bags, Wang Ping just put a large number of spirit cores in them, which is 5,000 catties, but it has been used up a lot, and the rest is more than 1,000 catties, which is much stronger than those poor and white storage bags.

In a storage bag, Wang Ping unexpectedly found a loyal minion, who was the Yin Yang Holy Son who was sacrificed into a puppet, although he was a pseudo-Holy Son, but he was also a Yin and Yang body, a special physique, which was very rare.

Wang Ping released the Yin Yang Holy Son, he didn't use this guy for so long, Wang Ping almost forgot about him, he knew that when he cleaned up the top ten alternate Holy Sons, it would be good to send him to play, although this guy has no spiritual wisdom, but he is a master, if he is not careless, he really can't handle him.

At this time, the Yin Yang Holy Son was still the same ghost, and his clothes were about to rot, so Wang Ping reluctantly took out a piece of clothing and threw it to him, asking him to go to the side to change his clothes.

Waiting for the Yin Yang Holy Son to change his clothes and come back, Wang Ping suddenly thought of a brilliant idea, the Yin Yang Sect can be said to be his mortal enemy, the Yin Yang Holy Son Li Ruisheng was also present when he killed last time, although he used secret techniques to change his appearance, but under Wang Ping's perspective eyes, his secret techniques are not much different from useless.

When to go to the Yin-Yang Sect to take a look, by the way, release the Yin-Yang Holy Son to kill them, create some trouble for them, and save them from always worrying about themselves if they are fine.

Thinking of the appearance of the Yin Yang Holy Son in the Yin Yang Sect, Wang Ping showed a silent smile, didn't the Yin Yang Sect make trouble for himself? Then I'll give them some trouble too.