In the process of refining divine weapons, other materials will also be involved in the refining of ores, so a fist-sized ore can refine a three-foot-long short sword.

"Eh, how do you say this?fist?" Qin Mu was a little at a loss, and he didn't know how to describe it.

"Haha, if it's smaller than a fist, you can still refine an immortal dagger, and its power is not small!" Mr. Hei smiled.

Qin Mu immediately understood what Mr. Hei meant, and laughed, and then said: "It's so big, so high-hey, it's not good, it's better for Mr. to see for himself." ”

As he spoke, a one-meter-high purple spar flew out of the void.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, it crashed to the ground!

Suddenly, the entire chamber was illuminated by the purple light emitted from the spar.

Looking at this purple spar, Mr. Hei's eyes lit up.

"Oh my God! this - this is too big! it's a meter tall!" Mr. Black gasped.

Mr. Hei's eyes suddenly moved, and his face began to flush.

At this time, Qin Mu said: "Sir, let's see if this is an ore of the highest grade of the immortal weapon." ”

Mr. Black's eyes lit up as he looked at the purple hedron.

The purple spar emits a misty and treacherous purple light, the surface of the spar is transparent, and even the lines inside the spar can be clearly seen.

Mr. Hei concluded from the appearance characteristics of this spar that it definitely belonged to the top grade ore.

In addition, what Qin Mu said, the Heavenly Sword can't leave any traces, so this spar will definitely be able to refine a top-grade immortal weapon.

But to be on the safe side, Mr. Black rolled his eyes.

The left hand was in vain, and a red scimitar appeared out of thin air.

Shout!

A red ray slashed directly at the hedron.

Bang Dang!

The scimitar is bounced back into Mr. Black's hand.

"Sure enough, it's a superb!" Mr. Hei's eyes were intent, staring straight at the purple spar in front of him, "Even the old man's Red Refining Knife can't hurt it in the slightest, it's definitely an immortal superior thing!"

Qin Mu smiled and said, "Then can this piece of ore refine an absolute divine weapon?"

"Yes, yes, absolutely!" Mr. Hei was a little speechless with excitement.

With such a large amount of spar and a high-grade immortal artifact, Mr. Hei could see at a glance that this ore could only refine a divine weapon, even if it was a few dozen pieces, it would be no problem!

For example, if you refine war knives, you can refine dozens of them, and these dozens of war knives are still immortal-level treasures.

Dozens? What is this concept?

Mr. Hei turned his head, looked at Qin Mu on the side, and said solemnly: "Little boy, don't let the news of such a treasure leak, otherwise it will definitely cause a battle! It's best to refine it into a divine weapon quickly!

Qin Mu said: "That's exactly what I mean! It's just that this refiner doesn't know where to look for it. ”

After pondering for a moment, Mr. Hei said, "I have an excellent candidate! His name is Ganjiang! He is the most prestigious refiner in the clan, and the red refining sword like mine is all from the hands of Ganjiang!"

The red refining knife in Mr. Hei's hand, the red mang, is definitely a top-grade spiritual weapon.

Qin Muxi said: "Okay! Then there is Mr. Lao!"

Mr. Hei nodded and said, "Little boy, the old man has something to ask for!"

"Where is Mr. Hei, if there is anything, as long as I, Qin Mu, can do it, I will definitely die!"

Mr. Hei smiled: "It's not so strict, it's just such a big spar, you refine the Divine Soldier Battle Armor and so on, there must be a lot of surplus, and the remaining spar will be refined and distributed to the brothers of the Al-Qaeda Assassination Group, right?"

After listening to Mr. Hei's words, Qin Mu suddenly understood everything in his heart.

Although the clan al-Qaeda is an enemy of Qin Tianhai, there is a huge disparity between Qin Tianhai and Qin Tianhai in terms of strength and weapons.

As the largest overlord in the south of Central Continent, Qin Tianhai has a lot of money, and there is no doubt that each of his subordinates has a spiritual weapon.

And when Qin Mu was sparring with those two base brothers before, he could shatter the war knife in their hands with a single punch, but it was conceivable that the war knife material was just ordinary black iron.

Naturally, Xuantie cannot be compared to a spiritual weapon.

From this point of view, if you want to get rid of the Qin thief as soon as possible, since there is a gap in strength, but if you have the upper hand in weapons, then the odds of victory have to be different.

It's like a child can kill an adult man with bare hands and bare fists with a gun.

With such a precious ore, the weapons refined are definitely divine weapons, and these divine weapons are sent to the hands of the al-Qaeda brothers, then they will definitely be able to exert their power in battle.

Moreover, Qin Mu has always paid little attention to money and spiritual treasures, but he attaches great importance to affection.

"It's okay, I only need a tenth of this ore, and I'll leave the rest to my al-Qaeda brothers. Qin Mu said with a smile.

Mr. Hei looked at Qin Mu, his eyes full of approval.

"Little boy, you can think about the overall situation at such a young age, and you are not charmed by heavy treasures, and your mind is beyond ordinary people, you will definitely become a king in the future!"

Cultivation is cultivation, and if a person can not care about such a treasure, then the cultivation of this person's mental nature is definitely not comparable to ordinary people.

When the state of mind cultivation has reached a certain realm, then the self-cultivation itself is already at the level of Mo Poor.

For a qualified martial artist, ability cultivation is secondary, and state of mind cultivation is the main thing.

The so-called strong are respected, but the sage can be holy.

Qin Mu looked at Mr. Hei's gaze, he was still a little embarrassed, and said with a smile: "Sir, don't say that, I'm just doing my part." ”

As he spoke, he pretended to be shy, and Mr. Hei laughed when he looked at it.

In the past seven years of cultivation, Qin Mu has been greatly tempered both physically and mentally.

Qin Mu is lonely, but also mature.

Since his father was killed, Qin Mu has suffered from the pain of his deceased father.

Coupled with the pain and loneliness brought by cultivation, Qin Mu learned to think.

When a person learns to think, it is easy to mature, and only when he matures mentally can he lead people to achieve breakthroughs in cultivation.

"Then this piece of ore will be put here for the time being, and how to refine it depends on Mr. Qin Mu said with a smile.

"Okay, tomorrow I will call the cadres to come and refine this spare!" Mr. Hei said busily, this matter is a big matter, and Mr. Hei can't relax at all.

Disparities in weapons sometimes determine the victory of a war.

Qin Mu glanced at the purple spar and thought to himself, "I hope this spar can bring us a new opportunity!"

After another moment, Mr. Black brought a large tin box from the table.

Qin Mu recognized at a glance that this iron box was a Zen box specially used to hide treasures.

Mr. Hei and Qin Mu glanced at each other, and saw Mr. Hei raise his hands up, and let out a low shout, and saw that the three-thousand-pound spar moved slightly, and then floated up.

Teleport!

Enter!

With a low shout, the hedron flew into the tin box.

Mr. Black then closes the tin box and locks it with a key.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!-

In vain, Mr. Black clicked on the Zen box several times in a row, and after a click of the iron box, the keyhole disappeared out of thin air.

This kind of Zen box is the same truth, if other people don't know how to open it, it's useless, if you forcibly open the Zen box, even if it's an incomparably hard ore, it will be destroyed along with the Zen box.

"You went to Wutianzong to restore your life earlier, and when there is news, I will send someone to find you!" Mr. Hei said to Qin Mu after putting away the Zen box.

Qin Mu nodded.

After that, Qin Mu and Mr. Hei walked out of the secret room together.

In the middle of the night, Song Chen, Shangguan Yun, and Jiang Feiqing came to the Qingyun Mountain Range.

The four of them slept in al-Qaeda.

The next day, after Qin Mu and Mr. Hei separated, they went north.

Piercing the clouds and crossing the mountains, flying in the sky for a day, the four people fell from a height of 10,000 meters, and everyone landed in a secluded place outside Songyue City in order to avoid suspicion.

Song Chen arched his hand and said, "Brother Shangguan, Senior Sister Jiang, we will have a meeting later!"

Shangguan Yun returned the salute and said, "Brother Song and Senior Brother Qin should also take care!

After half a month of getting along, the four of them have established a deep friendship.

Even Jiang Feiqing, who was as cold as frost, showed a trace of melancholy on her face when she parted, and glanced at Qin Mu, who was the first to leave Yukong.

Looking at the back of Jiang Feiqing leaving, Qin Mu had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

That feeling was stuffy in my heart, and I felt uncomfortable for a while.

"Brother Shangguan, please!" Song Chen Gong said.

"Let's go!" Shangguan Yun laughed loudly.

Shout!

Shangguan Yun turned into a long rainbow and broke through the air.

Looking at the sky for a long time, Song Chen patted Qin Mu's shoulder and said, "Little junior brother, let's go back to the mountain too!

Qin Mu nodded, his body flashed, and he turned into green smoke with Song Chen and drifted to the distant sky.

Back to Wutianzong, Song Chen took Qin Mu to Yunding Palace to give the head of the master a life.

This time he went down the mountain, although he failed to stop Qin Tianhai's conspiracy, he also gained a lot.

Not to mention that in the desolate land, Qin Mu and Shangguan Yun each obtained a peerless treasure, and some experiences such as killing ghosts and gods, fighting the barbarian sky, and punishing demon beasts all brought Qin Mu an invisible harvest this time when he went down the mountain.

After experiencing many scenes of killing, Qin Mu gained pleasure in killing again and again, but this time he went up the mountain, and his heart, which was originally boiling with beast blood, suddenly became idle.

After returning to Wutianzong, Qin Mu kept thinking about the meaning of his life in the world.

Why did you come and what will you go?

After being reborn, Qin Mu once again re-examined his life.

Could it be that coming to this Martial Spirit Continent is just going with the flow like ordinary people, getting married and having children, and then waiting to grow old?

Clearly, he was not willing to accept this fate.

Qin Mu couldn't accept this path at all in his heart, and in the dark, he always felt that the life that would bring him after being reborn would be unprecedented and otherworldly.

And now?

"Perhaps, I was wrong in the first place, it turned out that I lived for hatred, it was very tiring, and now I should live for myself. Qin Mu sat on the highest mountain of Tongtian Peak, looking at the sea of clouds in the distance, constantly thinking in his heart.

And what about the purpose of one's own life?

"What should I do when I live?" this was the question that Qin Mu was thinking.

There is a faint desire in Qin Mu's heart, a faint desire to break through the limit.

It is another kind of inexplicable pleasure, a kind of satisfaction that can only be found when you surpass yourself and break through your limits.

This time when he went down the mountain, Qin Mu really realized that what he enjoyed most in his heart was the pleasure he experienced in the fight between life and death, and the pleasure of fighting for justice and friendship when facing life and death decisions.

And that kind of desire is the desire for strength, for cultivation, for strength.

"Hongmeng Realm, Upper Realm Cultivation, Upper Realm Martial Spirit Strong!" This is the desire lurking in Qin Mu's heart.

However, he also knew that if he wanted to enter the Hongmeng realm, it was not enough to rely on his own strength.

However, he still longed to enter the upper realm to cultivate and become a true powerhouse.

The clouds are swirling, and the cranes are flying.

Qin Mu took a deep breath.

What he yearns for is to be able to truly integrate into the life of the strong, from the Nine Folds Cultivation True Realm, down to the Ten Thousand Miles of Netherworld, fighting with demon beasts, fighting with the strong in the upper realm, fighting with heaven and earth, pursuing supreme cultivation, and challenging the limits of life!

This is the life he desires!

And now, he doesn't have the strength to do so.

"From now on, I must still work hard to cultivate, and after killing the Qin thief, I will go overseas to Hongmeng and fulfill the desire in my heart!"

For the pursuit of strength and breaking through a higher bottleneck, Qin Mu's only hope now is to put it on Xuanying Old Ancestor's "Proud God Formula".

"Proud Divine Technique" is a stunt that Xuanying Martial Ancestor dominated the world back then, and it is also a magic skill that Qin Mu couldn't understand after several cultivations!

""Proud Divine Formula", well, it's up to me! I must make a breakthrough in this cheats!"

Having made up his mind, a bright smile appeared on Qin Mu's face.

Standing up, patting the dust on his clothes, his figure flashed, and he disappeared above the mountain like a phantom.