Mi Xiaojing didn't bother to listen to their continued argument, walked to the corner of the platform by himself, and began to ponder Zeng's words. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Using stone milk to make containers, he still agrees with it in his heart, after all, the heavy marrow liquid is produced by lazurite, which naturally cannot erode the lapis lazuli milk, and it is very appropriate to use it for packaging.

Mi Xiaojing asked: "Zeng Ban, using lapis lazuli milk to make a thin bottle, is there anything to pay attention to?"

Zeng Ban said loudly: "Of course there is, but why should I tell you?"

He thought that Mi Xiaojing would ask for help, but who knew that as soon as Mi Xiaojing lowered his head and explored it directly, Zeng Ban suddenly felt bored to the extreme.

Ba said: "He's such a person...... Ignore him!"

Zeng was half so angry that he turned around and left, returned to the center of the platform and sat down, muttering, "Damn, all of them are so annoying!"

Mi Xiaojing's way of pondering is very simple, that is, to cut the one-foot-square lapis lazuli milk into palm-long, finger-thick stone strips, and then use the fairy sword as a carving knife.

The fairy sword turned into a sword mist, Mi Xiaojing suddenly felt handy, he carved almost as he wanted, carved whatever he thought of in his heart, and directly made a very fine hole from the center, and did not cultivate the outside into a circle, still maintaining a long shape.

Such a thin bottle can only hold a drop of heavy myeloid liquid, but don't look at the small amount of it, but this drop can do a lot of things.

One foot square stone milk can make a lot of fine bottles, rice small through hands and feet, at first it was still one by one drilling, and then directly two or three together, and then ten bottles at the same time drilling, with the proficiency gradually rising, and finally even one foot square of stone milk instantly made.

Feeling that the speed was still too slow, he directly began to make thin bottles that could hold more drops, up to ten drops of heavy myeloid fluid.

Finally, Mi Xiaojing repacked and sealed all the collected heavy myeloid fluid, and this container made of stone milk, even if it was placed for a long time, would not be eroded by the heavy myeloid fluid inside.

This time, even the azure sand that appeared under the invasion of sword mist, Mi Xiaojing was not wasted, and it was collected by him, and these azure sand were definitely called the best, because the stone milk itself is the most essential part of the lapis lazuli.

Mi Xiaojing calculated in his heart that if he could find some immortal grass and immortal plants in the Illusory Immortal Realm, then he could directly start alchemy, although most of the materials were left in the Trap Blessed Land, but he also hoarded a lot of materials in his hands.

That is, a day passed, Mi Xiaojing got up and flew out of the platform again, rushing towards the illusion below, as more and more people entered the illusion realm, it was necessary to hurry up.

Ba Su and Leng Ruthless still meditate on the platform, maybe they have stayed here for too long, and there is not much enthusiasm left to explore the illusion, as for Zeng Ban, even if he wants to go, he can't do it, he can only stay on the platform to look for an opportunity to see if he can reunite his head and body.

Mi Xiaojing's divine sense swept across the earth, and he planned to enter a light-colored illusion this time.

There are mostly dark illusions here, and there are also many equally dangerous illusions, according to his thoughts, dark colors are likely to be dangerous illusions, so a small number of light-colored illusions are the first choice.

This time, Mi Xiaojing chose a little longer, and after running a long distance, he found an almost white illusion, the number of such illusions was extremely small, and he plunged into it.

Piercing the illusion in an instant, the biting cold suddenly hit, and Mi Xiaojing activated the mantra without thinking, but even so, it was still extremely cold.

The eyes are white, and the goose feathers are snowing.

Frozen!

When he was in Xiyanmen, Mi Xiaojing could see snow almost every year, but it was the first time he had seen such a heavy snowfall, and the snow flakes were the size of a palm, constantly circling in the air.

He stretched out his hand, pinched his fingers, and a patch of snow fell between his fingers.

Mi Xiaojing's body was falling wildly, but he still had the heart to look at the snow flakes in his hand, in fact, it should be called ice flakes more appropriately, palm-sized hexagonal ice flowers, as if someone had carved them finely, and they looked extremely beautiful.

The edge of the snow flakes is like a sharp blade, and the most peculiar thing is that there are natural runes on the snow flakes, and every falling snowflake is actually a part of the illusion.

Such a miraculous phenomenon made Mi Xiaojing admire, and he was also thinking, if he didn't have the truth, it was estimated that even if he was stronger, he would be embarrassed to come in.

As soon as the hand was released, the snowflakes between the fingers whined out, instantly blending into the surrounding snowscape, and the sound of breaking the air was a little scary.

Mi Xiaojing looked around, countless snow flakes hit the mantra building, and then they were bounced away, this snow flakes under the effect of the formation, although it could not hurt the immortals, but it looked very annoying.

Soon, Mi Xiaojing fell to the ground, and as soon as he stepped on his feet, he heard a clicking sound.

The snow flakes on the ground are very large, and they are extremely hard, and they will not be broken under normal circumstances, but the cultivation of the rice Xiaojing is too high, and with the effect of the mantra, it will be broken a lot as soon as it is stood up.

Mi Xiaojing stood still and didn't move, his huge divine sense scanned the past, he still hasn't determined, whether this is a treasure illusion or a dangerous illusion, let's observe it first.

In any illusion, the divine sense cannot be penetrated, and can only be scanned within the scope of the illusion.

There was no vegetation in sight, everything was hidden under a thick layer of snow, and in the northwest direction, the divine sense scanned a series of strangely shaped icebergs, mountains made of blue ice crystals.

This iceberg shocked Mi Xiaojing and immediately flew over there.

This flight found resistance, and the snowflakes hit the mantra, and there was a clanging sound of metal impact, which was very good, but the killing intent contained in it was chilling.

Mi Xiaojing didn't care about this killing intent, he flew all the way and soon saw the iceberg.

This is a real iceberg, against the white snow, the ice surface glows blue, the cliffs are polished to crystal clear, and there is a thick snow on the top of the cliff wall, which looks eeriely beautiful.

Mi Xiaojing was stunned, what treasures are here?

He didn't even have a concept of the treasures of the ice and snow system, but the extreme environment produced treasures, which was the consensus that all cultivators knew.

Suddenly, Mi Xiaojing noticed that something came out of the blue cliff wall, it was a cloud of mist, and it sank directly to the ground.

He looked up in surprise, the vision here is extremely bad, even if a master like Mi Xiaojing can only see about a hundred meters, and then there is a white expanse.

The thick white mist sank one after another, and began to shrink and condense in the air, and as the weight increased, the speed of the fall also increased, and Mi Xiaojing began to retreat, because this cliff was in front of him.