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Ye Yan retracted his mind, calmed down his emotions, and inlaid more than a dozen pieces of top-grade spirit stones on the Gathering Spirit Forging Great Array, launched the Great Array, experimented several times, and after confirming that it was correct, he nodded with satisfaction. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Ye Yan sat cross-legged, on the edge of the Gathering Spirit Forging Array, on a futon, calming down, meditating and pranayama, after a long time, until the mood was ethereal, Ye Yan opened his eyes, there were words in his mouth, and his fingers pinched the trick again and again, 'Whoosh.' Several magic tricks were struck, and they hit the Great Gathering Spirit Forging Array, accompanied by a buzzing sound, in the Gathering Spirit Forging Great Array, four corners and four sides, shot out, and eight pillars of fire that soared into the sky, and the Great Array was completely fired.

Under Ye Yan's control, the eight pillars of fire, towards the center of the large array, condensed in one place, did not move, more than twenty jade boxes beside Ye Yan opened at the same time, under the wrapping of Ye Yan's aura, towards the center of the eight pillars of fire, shot away, more than twenty groups, different colors, viscous liquid, it is the ore essence refined by Ye Yan, as well as the golden liquid transformed by the Qiankun stick.

Ye Yan gestured with both hands in the air, with the assistance of the Gathering Spirit Forging Array, his hands seemed to be kneading the dough, and after a while, he was kneading again, and after a while, the five fingers of his hands were separated, and he was doing the action of stretching, only to see that all kinds of purified liquids were kneaded into a ball, and after being kneaded into a rectangle, they were pulled into a long strip.

Five days later, in the Great Array of Gathering Spirits, the eight pillars of fire were constantly forged, and under the baking, a magic weapon in the shape of a long stick began to take shape, "These eight pillars of fire are much weaker than my fire spirit and Danhuo! It seems that refining magic weapons is not necessarily as big as possible." Ye Yan stared intently, in the center of the eight pillars of fire, the long stick that was slowly turning, and muttered in his heart.

At this moment, the surface of the long stick is still a little uneven, and the eight pillars of fire are constantly polishing, and at the same time, in the big array, a few fly out from time to time, and the formation spirit pattern rushes towards the long stick, and then it does not enter it, and it is not fused.

Three days later, Ye Yan pointed at the long stick that had begun to take shape, and the long stick floated in front of him, biting the tip of his tongue, opening his mouth and spitting out a ball of essence blood, after leaving Ye Yan's mouth, the essence blood condensed into the size of an egg, dripping and covering the long stick from head to tail. As soon as the essence blood touches the long stick, it instantly enters the long stick and is completely absorbed.

In the cultivation world, this practice is called the method of blood sacrifice, also known as the ritual of recognizing the Lord, and the natal magic weapon practiced through this method is connected to the monk's heart, like hands and feet, and can be controlled at will.

After the long stick drank Ye Yan's essence blood, Ye Yan's heart moved, and two more jade boxes appeared beside him, 'Bang bang.' When it was opened, there was a golden powder and a silver powder inside, and each grabbed a large handful, and sprinkled it towards the long stick, and at a point, the long stick flew back to the middle of the eight pillars of fire, and continued to forge it.

Ye Yan's face was a little pale, and his eyes were a little bloodshot, obviously the essence blood just now was to consume Ye Yan's origin power, and with a lot of effort, it would be like this, but seeing his focused expression and concentrated appearance, he obviously didn't dare to be a little sloppy.

In this way, another ten days passed, and a slightly larger jade box appeared in front of Ye Yan, which contained a ball of black liquid the size of a human head, on the black liquid, exuding a woody fragrance, which was refined by Ye Yan, the heart of the oak sandalwood tree, pointing towards the black liquid, pointing towards the long stick, the black liquid, towards the long stick covered.

The viscous black liquid, as if painting the long stick, was painted over and over again, and the surface of the long stick was "It seems that it will take time to merge into one." After the black liquid was all covered and packaged, Ye Yan summoned back the long stick, spit out a ball of essence blood again, and then continued, gathering the eight pillars of fire of the great array of forging, slowly rotating in the middle, in the large array, extremely complex, the formation spirit pattern, continued to infiltrate into the long stick and fused.

At this moment, a pitch-black long stick, exuding a faint woody fragrance, has begun to take shape, Ye Yan's eyes are bloodshot, but at this moment, there is no tiredness at all, but there is a little excitement and anticipation on his face.

Two months later, Ye Yan grabbed a pitch-black long stick in his hand, looking at it with joy, the long stick kept humming sound, and Ye Yan gently threw it to the ground, 'Boom.' After a loud bang, the long black stick smashed into the ground, more than two feet deep.

Ye Yan'。。。。。。s face was stunned, and after a while, he changed to a look of ecstasy, "I hold it in my hand, and I can control it freely, is it because it is my magic weapon?" ”

The corners of Ye Yan's mouth turned up, and his smile was even more exaggerated, but thinking about it, Ye Yan was also relieved, just the Qiankun stick itself, there is a weight of 10,000 catties, which is very small, mainly Hearthstone, although there are only three, and they are all the size of a fist, but one Hearthstone, like the weight of a mountain, Ye Yan can barely lift it, but think of three Hearthstones, which are involved in it, and the fire ape stick that is refined.

Ye Yan stretched out his hand to summon back the Fire Ape Stick, and said happily: "My new buddy, you are called, 'Fire Ape Stick.'" The fire ape stick trembled slightly, let out a buzz, and under the condition of Ye Yan laughing, he opened his mouth and put the fire ape stick into his body.

Standing up, Ye Yan, who was a little embarrassed and sluggish, suddenly frowned, turned his palm, and a golden toad, golden wings, golden frog body, and golden little tail, the small snake head with the tip of the tail was still shaking with its teeth and claws, constantly spitting out the snake core, and in the snake's mouth, there was a trace of golden arc, catapulting.

"Evolved!"

Ye Yan's eyes widened, and he couldn't stop blinking and looking at the flying frog that had been sleeping for many years before waking up. The flying frog saw Ye Yan's monk dressed up, and the two bulging frog eyes turned again and again, and asked Ye Yan with his consciousness, why did it become like this?

Ye Yan was not surprised after feeling the consciousness of the flying frog, but grinned, "Okay, little guy, I am so satisfied with the master, as for becoming like this, you don't need to ask, anyway, it makes sense to become a monk." ”

Ye Yan was ecstatic, he had just refined the unique fire ape stick in the world, and he saw the evolution of the flying frog, it was really a double happiness, a happy thing, Ye Yan was overjoyed, stretched out a finger to tease, the snake head on the tail of the flying frog.

Whoops.

The flying frog's unintentional golden arc made Ye Yan hurriedly withdraw his fingers, and he was electrocuted just now, which made Ye Yan's fingers hurt, and his whole body was slightly numb, and the flying frog hurriedly passed to Ye Yan, very sorry, and showed that he was unintentional, Ye Yan was, holding the flying frog in front of him with his hand, kissed it, and looked very crazy.

The flying frog hurriedly wiped the head that had been kissed by Ye Yan just now, with a small paw, "Ah! Ye Yan said in surprise, and then there was a hint of abuse in his eyes, he pinched the flying frog with one hand, and sent his lips up, "Bo Bo." It was just a few bites, and then quickly, put the flying frog into the storage bag, entertained himself very much, and said, "Sample!"

Ye Yan walked out of the cave, only then did he feel tired and exhausted, stretched his waist, yawned, returned to his bamboo house, and saw a short, thin, black, old monk, sitting cross-legged in front of the prohibition of his bamboo house, with three feet of long hair, all on the ground.

"Senior Brother Shura, why are you here!" Ye Yan hurriedly cheered up and asked.

"Senior Brother Shura Yan! I came here, and when I saw that my junior brother was not in the bamboo house, and there was a prohibition blocking it, I had no choice but to sit here and wait for my junior brother. Shura stood up, put away the futon, and said politely.

"Senior brother has been in retreat for a while, I don't know that senior brother is coming, but is there anything important?" Ye Yan explained simply, and then asked.

"Senior brother just came out of retreat, senior brother saw that your complexion was not very good, in fact, it was nothing, senior brother came, just wanted to visit junior brother, since you saw it, then senior brother will leave, you have a good rest for a few days, when the senior brother is coming, Amitabha!" When Shura talked to Ye Yan, he tilted his head, and after saying a few ambiguous words, he said a Buddha name, and walked towards Ye Yan's bamboo forest.

"What a quirky monk!"

Ye Yan stood in place, looking suspiciously, Shura's figure disappeared, and muttered to himself.

Ye Yan really doesn't have any energy at the moment, just like a person, who has been in an Internet café all night long, he can fall asleep while standing, he doesn't think about Shura, he sleeps well first, let's recover, return to his bamboo house, plant himself on his bamboo bed, breathe evenly after a while, and fall into a deep sleep.

Although the cultivators in the cultivation realm do not need to sleep often, in the case of huge mental energy consumption, sleeping is the best way to quickly recover their spirits.

The spirit beast is simpler, when it's okay, it's basic, in the spirit beast ring, it's sleeping, and evolution is also through sleep, to get the best cultivation, if it's a dragon snow spirit, a real dragon-like existence, sleeping for a hundred years, a thousand years, it's a matter of a snap of a finger.

Ye Yan slept for three days and three nights, then woke up and comfortably soaked in a medicinal bath, although the effect of ordinary herbs on Ye Yan is no longer obvious, but Ye Yan still likes it, and his body exudes a faint medicinal fragrance.

Although Ye Yan got all the spirit herbs in a small medicine garden that were more than 10,000 years old, he didn't dare to take them casually, because this 10,000-year-old medicinal herb was one less plant, just like a tree was cut down and directly used as firewood, which was a very wasteful manifestation.

After tidying up the monk's robe and making it spotless again, Ye Yan took out a flying sword, scraped his slightly black scalp again, and walked out of the bamboo house and walked towards the bamboo forest.