Sighing, Dugu Bo used his mana to take the Divine Wood Ding from the statue on the pitch-black lotus platform.

Transporting another stream of mana to activate the mana patterns drawn on the outer wall of the Shenmu Ding, the various patterns drawn on the outer wall of the entire Shenmu Ding suddenly shined, and the entire Shenmu Ding also became larger, and after being suspended in the air, only a sound was heard, and it landed firmly on the ground in front of Dugu Bo.

Then he released the Falling Heart Flame from his hand, feeling the amazing heat emitted by the flames burning inside the Dading, Dugu Bo nodded, this Falling Heart Flame can not only be used for alchemy, but also for refining weapons!

Even this Shenmu Ding is the same, although it was created by Dugu Bo from the beginning only for the main purpose of alchemy, I didn't think that there might be a day now, but after improvement, I suddenly found that the Ding can also be used for refining, no, it's not bad!

"But it seems that the original function of this tripod was to eat! I'm so stupid, why didn't I get a stove out earlier! ”

"Now I can barely make do with it!"

"Fortunately, it's not a black cauldron!"

With the burning of the Falling Heart Flame, the inside of the Shenmu Ding had already begun to be burned reddish, and at this time, Dugu Bo suddenly wrapped the six soul bones with mana and threw them into the furnace fire in the Ding.

Dugu Bo carefully controlled the firepower, and in the high temperature of the burning Falling Heart Flame, with the input of mana and other materials, the soul bones in Dingli began to become a little different.

The soul bones, which were originally colorful and green, and each piece had a different color, gradually faded away in the refining process, leaving only a jade-like whiteness.

Seeing this result, the expression on Dugu Bo's face showed a hint of joy, but he suddenly threw a few more pieces of jade into Dingzhong.

Under the scorching power of the fire and the micro-manipulation of Dugu Bo's mana, these pieces of jade were gradually molded into the shape of the metacarpal bones and the metacarpal bones of the feet, one pair of metacarpal bones and the other pair of metacarpal bones, which were steadily connected to the six soul bones that originally lacked them.

Seeing that the refining had been largely successful, Dugu Bo withdrew the Fallen Heart Flame, and used his magic power to turn the Shenmu Ding back to its original state, controlling it to put it back in front of the original idol.

And then there's the result of this process. The skeleton refined from these six soul bones was originally a shell that Dugu Bo had refined for himself through the knowledge he had learned from Yu Jian, a body that could hold a part of his soul and spirit.

Holding it beside him and using mana to maintain its shape, Dugu Bo carefully put a part of his spirit into it.

I saw a sudden pop, and two dark green flames suddenly emerged from the two eye sockets of the skull on this skeleton.

At this time, the skeleton lying on the ground began to move its hands and feet, and with one hand on the ground, it struggled to get up from the ground.

"How is it green?"

At the first time, Dugu Bo thought of this.

"You ask me, how do I know?!"

"Am I not you!"

At this time, the white jade-colored skeleton made of the skeleton, the two upper and lower jaw bones representing the mouth, were closed one by one, and although there were no vocal cords and flesh, they still made a sound clearly.

"How is it like a necromancy!"

"But aren't you just those skeletons?"

“……”

He represented Dugu Bo and complained in his heart.

Dugu Bo's face was a little strange now, although he had been mentally prepared in advance, but when this situation really came, he was still a little caught off guard.

"It feels like having two selves."

Dugu Bo looked at the skeleton shelf opposite, and in the same way, he could also see what he was like now from the perception feedback on the other side.

"That's the case, what are you still struggling with?"

"Okay, I'll watch here, you can go."

"And the last sentence, Dugu Bo, talk to yourself, is it fun?"

After pursing his lips, Dugu Bo pulled out a robe from his storage artifact, and his skeleton clone took it at the right time, draped it over his body, and covered most of the skeleton shelves.

After thinking about it, he took out another hat from it, which was the kind of crown hat on the head of a Taoist priest. His doppelganger also took it and put it firmly on his head.

After everything was ready, Dugu Bo got up and flew away towards the south.

His skeletal clone stood in place, watching him disappear into the skyline, before shaking his head and raising his palms to look at it.

Then he stepped forward and sat down on the idol.

continued to watch the various battle programs between Lin Ying-jeou and Wang Liuyun in the dream.

…………

Soon, under Dugu Bo's full flight, the Maoshan faction soon arrived.

It's still the old rule, Dugu Bo flew directly to the sky above Maoshan Mountain, and in the stunned eyes of the Maoshan disciples below, he shouted to let their head come out and see him.

It's just that Dugu Bo's words didn't fall, and the head of the Maoshan faction and the elders of the first vote all came out as urgently as if they were burning their butts.

"This is a token of your sect's disciple Lin Ying-jeou, and I am here with his promise, hoping to take a look at your sect's Tibetan Scripture Pavilion!"

After Dugu Bo explained his intention and handed Lin Ying-jeou's mortal iron sword to the head of Maoshan with mana, all the people of the Maoshan faction, especially their elders and heads, sincerely congratulated Dugu Bo on his arrival.

In this day and age, there is also a great supernatural person who can fly in the air, what does this mean?

I'm not alone!

It's just that after hearing about Dugu Bo's advice to Lin Ying-jeou for the Maoshan faction, the head of the Maoshan faction, an old man in his sixties who is also Lin Ying-jeou's master, had reservations about Dugu Bo's suggestion after a while of whispers among the elders of the Maoshan faction around him.

"This senior, your suggestion for us is really important, can we think about it for a few days?"

"Reply then?"

Dugu Bo was noncommittal about this, and he nodded.

However, the Maoshan faction did not let Dugu Bo just wait, they sent someone to open the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, led by the head of the Maoshan faction himself, and the elders of the Maoshan faction followed behind and led Dugu Bo into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"Senior, you can watch everything in this scripture pavilion."

"But can you point us out?"

Seeing this, in a good mood, Dugu Bo nodded with satisfaction: "Naturally!" ”

A group of fifty or sixty-year-old Maoshan leaders and elders were all overjoyed when they heard this.

They saluted Dugu Bo, and after saying that they would not disturb their predecessors reading for the time being, they all withdrew from the Scripture Pavilion one by one.

However, before leaving, he instructed a few Maoshan disciples to follow and serve by Dugu Bo's side.

Dugu Bo didn't care about this, he had now found the copy of [Three Qingshu] in the prompt of the head of the Maoshan faction, took it off the shelf, and read it on the futon cross-legged.

"I see!"