At night, in an abandoned cave in Shura, the bonfire is uncertain, and a large black pot is set on the fire, and the liquid in the pot keeps tumbling, spreading the strange aroma throughout the cave.

Fan Erji squatted next to the stone wall, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and he looked at his brother in a daze as he stirred the liquid in the pot, without saying a word.

Wang Quanquan's head was rested on the table, as if he had accepted his fate, and his eyes were quietly closed, but the little girl Suzaku had been restlessly writhing her body, intending to break free from the shackles of spider silk.

After a while, Fan Yanda stopped what he was doing, whistled to the table, lifted the king's head and sniffed, and said with a smile:

"Boy, don't expect anyone to save you, obediently become a magic weapon."

Wang Quanquan opened his eyes, his gaze was cold, but he couldn't do the slightest damage, his divine soul was sealed in his skull, and he couldn't exert any magical powers.

Fan Yanda returned to the campfire, threw his head into the pot, closed the lid and said to himself:

"It's all good stuff, don't let me down."

After speaking, he turned around and said to his younger brother who had no love:

"Fan Erji, don't have the expression of a dead mother, haven't you ever seen a woman in your life?"

As soon as the words fell, the back of his head was "slammed", he stumbled and fell to the ground, and it took him a long time to get up, rubbing his head and dissatisfied:

"Mother, what are you doing?"

The old woman sat cross-legged in the distance, and said with a gloomy face:

"The old lady is wise, why did you give birth to you two idiots?"

"You'll have to ask my dad about this."

"Dare to mention him?"

The old woman picked up a stone again, Fan Yanda shut up honestly when she saw this, came to sit down beside her brother, and whispered:

"Oh, isn't there a little girl over there, it's a little tender, but the eyebrows are upright, and it's cheap for you kid."

"I don't like tender ones."

Fan Erji put down a sentence and got up to leave the cave under the puzzled gaze of his brother.

……

The temperature in the pot was blazing, and the heat around him was drilling into the skin, and the head of the king was already pale red, and there was a faint scorching pain in his soul.

It takes nine steaming and nine refining to make magic weapons, and this is the first refining, and the degree of pain is much worse than the original live refining in Ding, and the king's authority can still bear it.

On the second day, a strand of hair floated through the cauldron, and when Wang Quanquan saw it, he finally began to panic, and in the next few days, the hair fell more and more, and on the fourth day, the lid of the pot was opened, and a slick head was tumbling in the hot water.

Fan Yanda held his head up, looked at the other party's eyes full of murderous intent, and said:

"Just stare at it, in a few days, the skin and flesh will be cooked for you, and you won't be able to stare if you want to."

After speaking, he put him in a large steamer again, the lid of the cage was closed tightly, and the fire was steamed, and the cave was soon filled with the smell of meat.

In the heat, the king was groggy, and he passed out in a short time.

It seemed that a long time had passed, and it seemed that there was only a moment, the lid was opened, and I don't know when he was already in the furnace, and when he opened his eyes, he was facing the indifferent eyes of Shangyang Dingchun.

Wang Quanquan immediately understood, and he dreamed again.

His body was wrapped in a layer of black mist, sometimes vine-like, sometimes armor-like, the color was dull, and it seemed that it could dissipate at any moment.

The woman who was occupied by the servant of the Holy Spirit looked at him coldly and said calmly:

"They are willing to die for you, and they have never been so faithful when they were with me."

"I exchange sincerity for sincerity, if you blindly ask for it, you will naturally not be recognized by them."

"I'm not idle to please a group of ants, and since they like to block for you so much, I'll let them block enough."

With that, the surrounding temperature suddenly increased.

Wang Quanquan woke up, his eyes were white, and there was a "crackling" sound from time to time below, and he was still in the steamer.

……

Outside the cave, the sky rained down on the rare rain here, but it was the water that even the Mahayana monks did not want to touch.

This rain is called black rain, mixed with volcanic ash accumulated in the sky all year round, and it is extremely corrosive when it falls on the body, even the body of the gods who have been tempered for thousands of years cannot withstand it.

Fan Yanda walked in from the entrance of the cave, dusted off the rain on the hat, put a crumpled herb in his hand on the table, and scolded:

"Damn, there is already little fairy grass, and after the rain, it will be even more difficult to find."

As he spoke, he walked to the steamer in the center of the cave, reached out and touched the lid of the cage, and said with a grin on the corner of his mouth:

"Don't worry, no matter how difficult it is, I will refine you into a good magic weapon."

The little girl Suzaku rolled her eyes when she heard this, she was unlucky to follow the king's authority, she didn't get half of the benefits, she just suffered, and now she hasn't eaten for several days, and she can't stop screaming when she smells the meat in the air.

"I don't know if that guy is dead or not."

Thinking so in his heart, he heard a muffled "bang" from the steamer, and Fan Yanda next to him was overjoyed when he heard the sound, and said to himself:

"It's a good thing, and I still have such vigorous energy."

As he spoke, he added another fire to the cage.

……

Before he knew it, it was half a month, and the king's authority had been steamed many times, and only the white bones of Sensen were left in his head, but his consciousness was clear, and he could feel the pain of a little separation of flesh and bones.

The monster took care of the stove very diligently, and was reluctant to doze off, and countless heavenly treasures were thrown into the pot, and after five steaming and five refining, the skull of Wang Zhiquan had faintly shown a crystal color.

While suffering inhuman torture, the royal power spirit reached the brink of collapse several times, but fortunately, he was tenacious enough to survive with willpower in the end.

When the sixth refining was carried out, the monster carried a huge stone tripod, and the skull was placed in the tripod.

Fan Yanda was in a hurry to look for it, and the hole was almost turned upside down, and finally put his eyes on his wife, scratched his ears and cheeks:

"Mother, did you steal my baby?"

"I haven't moved my place for half a month."

"It must be hidden under the ass, get out of the way and show me."

"Bastard, for the sake of the mother's holy cultivation, what good things have you not seen, will you be rare for a broken stone?"

has such a son who lacks roots, and the old woman is helpless from the bottom of her heart.

Fan Yanda was stunned, and muttered to himself as he circled there:

"No, I prepared it in advance."

"Son, don't look for it, I'll take you to find another piece."

The old woman, who hadn't moved for a long time, stood up for the first time, and the monster first looked happy when she heard this, and then said with some hesitation:

"Let's all go, what if someone comes to steal the magic weapon?"

"Let your brother keep watch."

"Mother, you're still smart."

Fan Yanda took out a horn from the storage bag, walked to the entrance of the cave and blew it, and after a while, Fan Er and Tengyun, who had amazing ear power, rushed over, and said with a languid look:

"What do you call me?"

"I'll go out with my mother to find the yellow goblin, you guard the entrance to the cave, don't let outsiders in."

"Got it."

The younger brother walked into the cave, leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to recuperate, his ears twitched from time to time, the old lady and the elder brother disappeared in a blink of an eye, and after about a quarter of an hour, he suddenly stood up and walked straight towards the central Dading.

…… (End of chapter)