As soon as he saw this tripod, Fang Ling's heart sank, the refining tools of the people in the Xianmen are the same as alchemy, they all need to use the tripod as the carrier, of course the alchemy does not need such a huge tripod, the only thing that can be explained is that this is the instrument tripod!

At this time, Han Juzheng had already turned around, pointed at Juding and said with a smile: "Young man, do you know what this is?"

Fang Ling pretended not to know anything, and his eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, there were only Han Juzheng and Zhang Xiaosheng in the tower hall.

Han Juzheng beckoned to Fang Ling and walked up the three-level stone staircase on the edge of the copper tripod, Fang Ling didn't know what he wanted to do, so he walked over vigilantly.

Han Juzheng said to Zhang Xiaosheng: "Sheng'er, open the lid of the ding." ”

Zhang Xiaosheng untied the rope on the stone wall, and then pulled hard, and the lid of the rope slowly rose, and a blazing fire came out of the ding, which made Fang Ling's face burn, he hurriedly blocked it with his hand, and used the afterglow of his eyes to look towards the ding.

I saw that there were flames around the ding, and in the flames, there was a long staff, which I don't know what texture it was, the color was like jade, and it was like a bone.

The staff was not straight, but curved like a serpent, and at each crooked knuckle was a round thing, like the skull of a small beast.

Even though there was a raging fire emanating from the Ding Furnace, Fang Ling felt a chill down his spine, and even seemed to hear bursts of desolate screams in his ears, as if countless unjust souls were suffering from this blazing fire.

Fang Ling couldn't help but gasp as well, and at the same time glanced at Han Juzheng with his peripheral vision, he knew very well in his heart that this was another evil magic weapon!

Han Juzheng smiled at this time and said, "Young man, what do you think of this long staff?"

"I don't know about this junior, but it doesn't look like a mortal thing. Fang Ling speculated.

Han Juzheng said with a smile: "Yes, this is not a mortal thing, this is a magic weapon that can only be used by people in the immortal gate, this magic weapon is called the Ecstasy Staff, it is a thing that this immortal spent three years refining, once it is refined, the person to whom this staff refers to, his mind will be taken by the immortal, and no matter how strong the master is, it is just a caged bird." ”

Fang Ling was secretly surprised when he heard this, if this Ecstasy Staff was really as powerful as he said, and could charm people's minds, it was really a terrible evil thing.

When Han Juzheng said this, he pointed to the head of the staff and said with a smile: "However, now that this Ecstasy Staff is to be completely refined, there is still one thing missing. ”

Fang Ling looked at the Ecstasy Staff, his face puzzled, and Han Juzheng smiled: "There are a total of nine bends on this staff, and each section has a refining head, and each head is a person with a good root bone, but in order to completely refine these unjust souls, you need the blood of a person with good bones." ”

Seeing Han Juzheng's strange expression, Fang Ling's heart shook suddenly, and he suddenly understood the reason for all this, it turned out that Han Juzheng actually had the idea of using his own blood? No, maybe he wanted more than blood!

He pretended to be scared and said, "Great Immortal...... You don't want my blood, do you?"