Mo Hansheng exhaled heavily, pulled over a bamboo chair and sat down, so many dangerous things had happened in just a few days, it was inevitable that he would be a little exhausted.

Although he has reached a consensus with Li Hongmei to cooperate with him for the time being, as long as he does not leave the Sunset Sect for a day, he is still under the dangerous wall, and he must be careful to sail and camp step by step.

There was a heavy sound in his ears, and the stone door of the secret room opened again, and he jumped off the bookshelf of the stone mountain and ran in with a puff of smoke.

Mo Hansheng glanced at him suspiciously, but didn't say anything.

"Bah, bah, bah...... It is really a scourge that has been left for thousands of years, and it stinks. "In a short time, Ishiyama came out of the chamber and threw an object the size of a cherry over," he continued. ”

Mo Hansheng stretched out his hand to catch it, and when he opened his palm, he saw that it was a silver-white ring with a beautiful style.

"What is this?"

"Qiankun Ring, it seems that it should be the handiwork of Tiangong Pavilion."

"What's it for?" Mo Hansheng put the ring in front of his eyes and turned it gently, looking at it carefully.

Shi Shan smiled: "You can inject your true qi into it and try it." ”

Mo Hansheng listened, did not doubt him, and slowly urged the true qi to infuse into the silver ring.

"Huh?"

"Did you find out?"

"There's something in there." Mo Hansheng closed his eyes and felt silently, and shadows flashed in his mind.

Ishiyama reminded, "Try to mobilize them with your mind. ”

Mo Hansheng concentrated, and his mind seemed to have a faint connection with these unknown things.

Immediately afterward, he tried to give orders to some of them.

The silver light on the Qiankun ring flashed, and things of different sizes and shapes appeared on the ground out of thin air.

"This is ......" Mo Hansheng picked up a three-foot-long sword, "The flying sword that Lu Chengfeng used that day had exactly the same appearance, but it was much smaller. ”

With the examples of the Broken Heart Gu and the Qiankun Ring, he had roughly guessed that the way the monk manipulated these treasures was related to True Qi.

So he didn't say a word and began to inject true qi into the sword.

The flying sword changed drastically, and it grew more than ten times in an instant, becoming the same size as it was at Lu Chengfeng's feet that day.

The sharp blade grazed Shi Shan's scalp, and Mo Hansheng hurriedly let go of the hilt, avoiding the rapidly widening blade.

The flying sword fell to the ground with a "clang", smashing the entire bamboo building for a while.

"Who told you to mess around!" The stone mountain soul flew out of the sky, glared at Mo Hansheng angrily and roared.

Mo Hansheng looked at its bare Heavenly Spirit Cover, and he couldn't argue anything, so he forced a smile and asked, "Isn't this sword flyable?" ”

Shi Shan still had palpitations, glanced at him, and said angrily: "This is a flying magic weapon, with your cultivation to drive it, it's still very early." ”

"Flying mage?"

"In order to save time on the road and gain an advantage in the fighting, the monks will use flying magic weapons to increase their speed." Shi Shan looked at this magic weapon and sighed, "This thing is a bit rare. ”

"Are flying magic weapons rare?" Mo Hansheng asked.

"Flying magic weapons are not uncommon, and flying magic weapons that can be driven by refining Qi realm are rare. Generally speaking, except for special spirits such as those similar to the wind system, which can fly in the Qi Refining Realm without the help of foreign objects, the rest of the monks must break through the Foundation Building Realm before they can fly with objects. ”

The flying sword that had lost the support of true qi changed back to its original size in an instant, and Mo Han asked out loud, "Is it because the amount of true qi is insufficient?" ”

"It's not the quantity, it's the intensity." Seeing Mo Hansheng's puzzled expression, Shi Shan opened his mouth and explained, "To give you a simple example: an ordinary adult can carry a heavy object of one hundred catties ten times and a hundred times, as long as his physical strength is sufficient, he can always carry this heavy object, but he will never be able to move a heavy object of a thousand catties for even a moment, unless his strength changes in essence. For the monks, this essential change was just after breaking through from the Qi Refining Realm to the Foundation Building Realm. Although the strength of True Qi was gradually increasing from the first layer of the Qi Refining Realm to the ninth layer, it was still not enough to support the flight of the monk's imperial object. ”

"I see." Mo Hansheng nodded, with a hint of realization in his eyes.

"A mere ninth-level cultivator in the Qi Refining Realm can actually possess the storage magic weapon that the Heavenly Gong Pavilion can use and the flying magic weapon that the Qi Refining Realm can drive, but it's not surprising to think about the identity of his head son." Shi Shan thought for a moment and reminded loudly, "These two things are quite special, if you don't have to, don't show people easily, it's easy to cause trouble." ”

Mo Hansheng pointed to some yellow, yellow, green, and green strips of paper with unknown runes on the ground and asked, "Then what are these things?" ”

Shi Shan glanced at it casually and said, "It's just some low-level spirit runes." ”

"Can it be used by infusing True Qi?" Mo Han picked up a spirit talisman and fiddled with it curiously, "What's the effect?" ”

"I'll find a book on the explanation of basic spirit runes and take a look." Shi Shan had already climbed onto the table, opened the extremely thick book of "Zhongzhou Ten Thousand Beasts" and read it carefully.

Ever since he had seen the spells like flying and fountains cast by Lu Chengfeng, Mo Hansheng had always been very yearning in his heart, so he wanted Shi Shan to give him some guidance, and asked expectantly: "What about the cultivation of spells......

Who knew that Shi Shan lay on the page of the book without raising his head, and interrupted casually: "Find a book to read by yourself." ”

Regarding its irresponsible attitude, Mo Hansheng was speechless for a while, and leaned over in a low voice: "Is this book so good?" ”

"There's something important to look for."

"What's important?"

Shi Shan waved his paw impatiently: "You can't help when you say it, just go cool when you know, don't bother me if you don't have anything important." ”

Mo Hansheng felt a lot of discussion in his heart, so he opened the door and wanted to go out to take a breath.

"Wait a minute." Shi Shan seemed to remember something and stopped him, and casually threw another object over, "Then." ”

Mo Hansheng turned around and took a look, it was a ring-shaped azure jade pendant tied with a red thread.

"This is ......," Mo Hansheng looked up at it.

"I took it off Lu Chengfeng."

"Just wear it on your body?" Mo Hansheng pulled the red thread and put it on his neck.

Shi Shan explained: "Drip your blood on the jade pendant, and then erase the residual divine imprint of Lu Chengfeng with your true qi, and you can recognize the master." This is a talisman weapon, the appearance looks quite good, once the wearer encounters a fatal crisis, he will manifest his own Gang Qi to protect the master, I didn't expect Lu Chengfeng to have such a good thing on his body. It's a fluke, if it weren't for the fact that his mind broke off from his body and cut off contact with this thing during the seizure, I wouldn't have been able to invade his Mud Pill Palace and eat his brain. Sunset Mountain is dangerous for you, and carrying it may save your life at a critical moment. ”

"Confess the Lord with blood." Mo Hansheng muttered, and then thought of the transparent spar that had entered his Mud Pill Palace and was slowly rotating around his thoughts.

If this spar hadn't recognized its owner, how could it suddenly appear and absorb so much water jade on its own?

Could it also be that it confesses the Lord by dripping blood, but when does it come into contact with its own blood?

After thinking for a while, he couldn't figure out anything, Mo Hansheng shook his head and walked out the door.

The breeze blew through the willows, the white clouds were like flocculents, and Mo Hansheng sat quietly on the steps of the bamboo building, with a kind of joy for the rest of his life.

He shook his feet slightly, squinting to enjoy the rare tranquility.

The joy only lasted for a moment, and an unusually loud voice from outside the valley broke the silence: "Qingxia Peak Yu Jinsong came to visit Senior Brother Lu. ”