Placing the corpse of this Jindan period monk in front of him, Lin Fan fiddled with it, only to see that its physique was like a golden stone, which was difficult to destroy, and with Lin Fan's current attack strength, it was difficult to shake it in the slightest.

"This is really a good corpse, if it can be refined into a puppet, it must be a great help. ”

Just when Lin Fan was about to put it away, he found that there seemed to be a magic weapon power fluctuation in his body, although it was very faint and slight, but it was a real existence.

Lin Fan himself also refines weapons, and he is naturally quite sensitive to magic weapons, he trusts his instincts very much, there must be an extremely good magic weapon in this dead corpse, and this magic weapon is almost integrated with the master.

Legend has it that the monks of the Jindan period can cultivate a magic weapon with their own name, and the natal magic weapon can be stored in the golden pill, and the magic weapon of the body's warmth and nourishment at all times is naturally extremely easy to use.

However, how to take this magic weapon of his real name out of his golden pill without destroying this corpse at the same time is a more difficult thing.

Looking at the surrounding waves of fire, Lin Fan thought of a bold idea, he could use the body of the deceased as a furnace, the magic weapon as a weapon, and the entire sea of fire as a furnace to carry out a special smelting.

After estimating the temperature of the flames and the strength of the deceased's body again, the system of the Jindan period monk was completely able to withstand such a flame, and even increased the temperature a lot.

After making some preparations, Lin Fan threw the corpse into the air, supported him with his vitality from falling, and then led the fire of the sea of fire to start refining the puppet.

"Senior, the deceased is gone, may your soul transcend as soon as possible and enter the cycle of new life, and the younger generation is here to salute you. ”

After the words fell, Lin Fan bowed slightly towards the dead corpse in the air, which could be regarded as giving him alms.

In the next moment, the flames in the sea of fire continued to gather, like a huge flame dragon snake, and the body of the Jindan monk lay on top of the flames, bearing the high temperature of burning and smelting.

It didn't take long for the skin of the corpse to change from gray to fiery red, and the hair on the body was quickly grilled clean, and layers of fiery energy were transmitted from the hair and skin to the energy dirt, roasting the originally cold and abnormal corpse into a fiery piece of iron.

"No, it's still a bit of a stretch. Lin Fan muttered.

Under such a flame, it is not that the temperature is not high enough, but that the energy is not enough, if you only raise the temperature without increasing the energy, at best, you will bake this corpse into a pool of stagnant water, but you can't force out the natal magic weapon in his body.

After thinking about it for a while, the only one who can handle it now and add energy to the flame is the Necromantic Cold Fire.

The Necromantic Cold Fire is a spiritual fire, several streets higher than the mortal fire in this sea of fire.

If you use the amount of flames in the sea of fire, coupled with the quality of the cold fire of the necromancy, under the combination of qualitative change and quantitative change, it is possible to force out the magic weapon of the true name of this Jindan period monk.

After making up his mind, Lin Fan took out the dark golden vampire scepter, and then released the dark blue flame inside, and the flames rose into the air, enveloping the corpse.

With Lin Fan's current strength, it was difficult to completely refine the Necromantic Cold Fire, but it was still possible to just use its energy.

Lin Fan stood on the black cloak, the waves of fire dancing underneath, and Lin Fan also swayed his hands around, directing the distribution of flames, only when the distribution was evenly distributed and the firepower was equal, he could successfully refine this dead corpse.

Gradually, the skin of the dead corpse glowed with blue, and the power of the magic weapon began to be resolved from his body, which was the protector function of the magic weapon in his real name. When the master's body suffers unbearable dangers, the magic weapon of his real name will always release his own power and share it for the master.

Seeing that the situation was dramatic, Lin Fan still barbecued the dead corpse without being angry, and waited until the green light completely exposed the corpse, that is, when the magic weapon was smoked out.

As the minutes passed, beads of sweat had already appeared on Lin Fan's forehead.

At noon, Lin Fan's black cloak sailed through the center of the sea of fire, the red and blue flames in the sky showed a lotus flower, and a fiery corpse lay in the canopy, surrounded by a cyan hood, but this cover became more and more unstable, and it seemed that it could be broken at any time.

Lin Fan naturally wouldn't let this cyan light break, because this light mask was the monk's natal magic weapon, what he needed to do was to separate this light mask from the corpse, and then let the cyan light mask recondense into the appearance of a magic weapon.

This step is actually very difficult, it is equivalent to putting a piece of red iron into cold water to quench, if the iron is not of good texture, it will be damaged in the alternation of hot and cold.

An hour later, the cyan light slowly separated from the corpse and formed the form of a sword in the sky, which was the corpse's real name magic weapon before its death.

Raising his head, just looking at the cyan sword light, Lin Fan had a dazzling feeling.

Collected the cold fire of the necromancy, withdrew the flame of the sea of fire, and put the corpse into the space ring, and then Lin Fan picked up the cyan sword in the air and slashed a sword shadow in the air.

"It's so sharp, it's a good sword, I'll name you Qingguang Sword in the future!"

After getting the sword, Lin Fan was eager to try his skills, but found that there was no suitable target.

Lin Fan let out a loud shout, jumped high, and with the blessing of the double-edged sword technique, the cyan long sword in his hand emitted a dazzling sword light, and the next moment, the long sword slashed into the sea of fire with an unstoppable momentum, cutting a deep ravine.

This blow was earth-shattering and powerful, splitting the sea of fire dozens of feet deep, leaving a deep cyan scratch on the surface of the sea.

With this sword just now, Lin Fan used all his strength, and the effect was beyond Lin Fan's imagination, if it was about power, the attack of the Soul Melting Monk would be like this.

Back in Xiaozhou, Lin Fan couldn't wait to use the League of Legends editing system to check the information of the Qingguang Sword:

Glausabre: 75 damage

[Clearing] Attack Speed is increased by 30%.

[Clear Light] Increases armor-piercing damage by 35.

(This sword was originally the natal sword of the monks of the Jindan period, and then calcined out by the mysterious flame, this blue light sword is unique to Lin Fan, and it cannot be changed.) ）

When Lin Fan was still elated by the treasure, an angry voice sounded from the bottom of the sea:

"Who disturbed my dream, and gave Ben his life!"

The next moment, the waves of flames began to disperse, and a red fish-man with a halberd emerged from the sea.

Looking at Lin Fan on the black boat, the red fishman glared angrily, opened his wide mouth, and shouted angrily: "You woke me up and injured me?"

"Uh, I said that it wasn't me who hurt you, do you believe it?" Lin Fan laughed while observing the fishman, only to see that he had a body more than two meters tall, looking like a fish but with arms, his skin was covered with a thick layer of red fish scales, and a red liquid flowed out of his shoulder, presumably this was his wound.

The red fishman looked around, but found no other creatures, at this time, he naturally understood that Lin Fan was playing with him, only to see him angrily raise the steel fork in his hand and smash it down towards Lin Fan.

"Little doll, die!" the red fishman was furious.