I saw the hunchbacked old woman rub her hands, kneaded the light formed by the resentful spirit into a ball, and then stuffed it into her mouth, smashing her mouth and swallowing it like that, seeing that she opened her mouth, it was a little incredible.

Eaten?

She thought in amazement, and saw that the hunchbacked old woman's body, which had no spiritual power, was surging at this moment, and the heat on her body was like a stove, so that she could feel the heat emanating from her body when she was standing aside.

Her hand rubbed her stomach together, and a spiritual aura condensed in her palm was surging, and for about half a pillar of incense, she only heard her burp, and the heat on her body gradually dissipated, and then opened her mouth and spit out a fist-sized ball of light from her mouth.

"It's ......"

She looked at the ball of light that was nearly half smaller in surprise, this is the resentful spirit? Although the previous group of resentful spirits was also a group of light, the light was also dyed with a trace of black aura, but the current group was snow-white, and there was no black aura, could this be what she called refining?

"Chirp."

I saw that the fist-sized light in the hunchbacked old woman's hand gradually condensed and formed, rolled like a cotton flower, and made a chirping sound, and then, from the snow-white light cluster emerged a baby-like little face.

"Chirp!"

She was stunned, looking at the little thing as white as a cotton flower, and when she actually blinked a pair of clear eyes and chirped at her like a little beast, she couldn't help but be a little stunned: "This, this is a resentful spirit?" ”

"This is a resentful spirit that has been refined, and a resentful spirit without resentment is no longer a resentful spirit." The old woman put the flower-like ball of light into Feng Jiu's hand.

"It's not a wraith, what is it?"

She looked at the ball of light in her hand, it was actually physical, not just a ball of light. The snow-white thing in her hand was the same as what she saw, as soft as a cotton flower, and when she kneaded it, it became a ball, and even the little face was rubbed in, but the little thing was shaken, and the little face came out again, and the cuteness of the little appearance made her love it.

"Yuan Ling." The old woman walked slowly inside, and said, "The spirit of the beginning, the pure spirit that does not touch a trace of sin and resentment, is called the spirit of the beginning. ”

"Yuan Ling?"

Feng Jiu muttered softly, looking at the pure snow-white light in her hand, it seemed to her like a ball of cotton flowers, her hand spread out, and she saw that little thing jumping around in her hand, she was not afraid of life, she was not afraid of her.

"Yes, the refined Yuan Ling can be used as a Dan Ling, and when it is added when refining the elixir, the grade and medicinal use of the Dan have been greatly improved, not only that, but the Yuan Ling can also be melted into a machine spirit, and even, if it is injected into any item, it can form the spirit of any item."

Hearing this, Feng Jiu twisted his eyebrows and said, "Why haven't I heard of it before?" Moreover, isn't it said that something similar to the machine spirit is formed and born because of the instrument? If this could be the case, then machine spirits would not be so rare. ”

"Do you know how to refine spirits?"

The hoarse and old voice came, she was stunned for a moment, thinking of the scene where she swallowed the resentful spirit directly just now, and couldn't help but shake her head: "No." ”

"You've met a wraith before?" The hunchbacked old woman asked again, staring at Feng Jiu with eyes like dry wells.