Six days went by in a flash.

Perhaps the least valuable thing for a monk is time.

On this day, Han Changming finally purified all the auxiliary materials and put them into those bottles and cans for later use.

Only then did he cut off the mental connection with the refining furnace and completely stopped manipulating it.

The furnace was empty at this time, only the vigorous and unquenchable spiritual fire was burning in it, and as long as the fire spirit stone in the spiritual veins underground was not exhausted, this spiritual fire would not be extinguished.

The underground of this inner city is full of spiritual fire, presumably before the construction of this city, this place was not suitable for ordinary monks to live, and probably only alchemists or alchemists would like this kind of hell-like place.

Han Changming was sitting in front of the Ten Thousand Demon Refining Furnace at this moment, closing his eyes and recovering his energy by meditating.

This sitting is a whole day, and his figure does not move at all, like an eternal sculpture.

Following.

Han Changming opened his eyes, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and his body finally returned to its best condition.

At this time, he flipped his palm, and the shell of the sage (bìxì) was already in his hand, but his eyes were full of solemnity, because this was the first time he had refined a turtle shell of the Jiedan-level sub-plate, and there was only one turtle shell as the main material, which meant that he only had one chance!

If it fails, the previous seven days of preparation will be in vain.

......

At the same time, in a hall in the Xia Mansion that was guarded by the masters of the Yuan Infant Stage.

In the upper position, there is a middle-aged man sitting upright, this man's appearance is not old, but his eyes reveal a strong sense of vicissitudes, and his body exudes an invisible but substantial majesty that has been in the upper position for a long time, and there is a strong aura of grandeur surrounding his body.

At this moment, the middle-aged man was listening to the person in front of him with great interest, and took a sip of tea.

It's just that there is no one in front of him, but there are constant voices.

"You mean, it's been more than seven days since the little monk entered the Spirit Fire House and didn't come out?"

"Yes. ”

"Oh? I can stay in the realm of the Dan period for so long, even with the help of some special cooling methods, I'm afraid it will be difficult to survive seven days, and this son still hasn't come out now, it seems that he will stay for a while, this person should be a person with great perseverance, so young can step into the Dan stage, if he is a single spirit root, he can focus on cultivation. ”

The man picked up the teacup again, and his gestures were quite elegant.

"Although his subordinates can vaguely feel his breath, they are not sure that he must be alive, do they need their subordinates to open the door and go in to have a look?"

"No need, I heard that this person likes refining weapons on weekdays, and this time he insists on refining high-level magic weapons, and this situation must not be disturbed by outsiders, unless this person has no breath, you will tell you again." ”

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he stopped speaking, just quietly sipping tea, and no more voices came out in front of him.

This lobby has become extremely quiet.

Another three days passed.

Han Changming stared at the Ten Thousand Demon Refinery Furnace in front of him with a solemn face.

He could sense that the sub-disc turtle shell had been refined, and this turtle shell exuded a knot-level aura, spinning in the Ten Thousand Demon Furnace.

Now that we have reached the final stage, the slightest carelessness will be wasted, and we must not be sloppy at all.

He slapped the storage bag on his waist with his left hand, and suddenly there was an ancestral turtle shell in his hand, and his right hand pinched the recipe with one hand at the Ten Thousand Demon Refining Furnace, and recited the turtle plate authorization spell taught by the turtle treasure in his mouth, completely turning the shell of the 赑屃 (bìxì) into a sub-plate, the specific function of betting.

After a pillar of incense, Han Changming flicked his index finger at the Ten Thousand Demon Furnace, and with a sound of 'bell', the lid of the furnace automatically flew away, and the shell of the finished sage (bìxì) suddenly turned into a flame and rushed to the sky.

"You learned to run away before you reached the Dan level, but unfortunately you can't escape. ”

Han Changming grabbed the shell of the 赑屃 (bìxì) hard in the air, and the turtle shell that tried to escape actually screamed, and Han Changming ingested it into his hand.

This turtle shell is only the size of a palm, and at this time, there is a fluorescent flow on the turtle shell, and it is not ordinary at first glance.

So far, it took a total of ten days before and after, and finally the refining was successful.

"Hey, why is it suddenly getting cold in the house?"

Han Changsheng, who was enjoying the joy of refining the weapon, suddenly shuddered.

He immediately stared at the Ten Thousand Demon Refining Furnace, which had been placed on the ground cave for ten days, and at first the cold and spiritual fire of the furnace could cancel each other out, but as the refining furnace took longer to refine the turtle shell, more and more demon phantoms were released from the furnace, and the delicate balance in this room began to be broken.

The gust of wind suddenly caused a new round of cooling in the room.

Many looming monster shadows were silently screaming at the spiritual fire in the furnace full of greed, but their faces were faintly full of fear at the same time, and in the end, they rushed into the furnace like moths to a fire, obviously greed defeated fear.

As the endless demon phantoms rushed into the furnace regardless of casualties, the seemingly eternal spiritual eye fire in the furnace dimmed, and the flames began to shrink until they shrank into a cluster of weak flames burning weakly at the mouth of the hole at the bottom of the furnace.

It was like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to go out at any moment.

At this time, in the four corners of the house, which is the farthest place from the hole, there is a 'rustling' sound, which means that the ground is beginning to freeze, and then the surrounding walls are also beginning to condense hoarfrost.

Han Changming looked at all this dumbfounded, but he didn't expect that the incomparable Spirit Eye Fire would actually be vulnerable under the full attack of the vision of the Ten Thousand Demon Refining Furnace.

"Poof!"

The fire at the entrance of the cave was finally extinguished.

"O" Han Changming's mouth opened widely, "This is okay?"

As soon as he hurriedly put the stove away, it disappeared into the storage bag, and all visions in the house disappeared, but the house was still frozen.

Han Changming's gaze looked down at the entrance of the underground cave, and he saw that the entrance to the underground cave was very small, and it was obviously reinforced by a special formation, so it was difficult for the monk to forcibly widen the underground cave so as to go down to the end.

And just now, the Ten Thousand Demon Refining Furnace also froze the cave wall in the underground cave, but the cold air could only go three feet deep into the ground, so it could not go any further.

"It's really freezing three feet, not a day's cold. ”

Han Changming muttered to himself, if he turned into a paper man, he could roll his body and jump down.

But three feet below the entrance of the cave is a raging fire, he is killing himself if he goes down so directly, you must know that the spiritual fire generated by this kind of superb spiritual vein, I am afraid that the Yuan Infant Stage monk will not be able to stay under it for a long time after going down, not to mention him, a monk of the Yudan Period.

And he also saw that three feet below the hole, there seemed to be a layer of violent thunder and lightning, faintly appearing in the flames.

"The Thunder Array is really guarding this superb spiritual vein!"

Han Changming's eyes narrowed, thoughtful.

"What is there that can break through a hole in the Thunder Array and eliminate the flames in the hole at the same time?"

After Han Changsheng thought for a while, his eyes suddenly lit up, he patted the storage bag, and suddenly there was a small clock in his hand.

This thing is that after he killed Shen Jinbing in the Wandering Secret Realm, he obtained his natal magic weapon 'Chaos Ice Bell', which can emit monstrous cold, but although Shen Jinbing is dead, there is still a mark left by him on this bell, which makes Han Changsheng unable to control this ancient treasure as commanded by his arm.

Although it can't be controlled, it can still be done to detonate this bell, Han Changming has tried it before, if he tries to forcibly erase the mark in this bell with his cultivation period, then this bell will emit a self-detonating aura, and he was so scared that he didn't dare to try again.

Now is the time for this bell to 'bravely dedicate', Han Changsheng has no patience to wait for this bell to reach the Yuan Infant realm in the Year of the Monkey or even the Yuan Infant Realm, so it is useless to keep this bell now, but to make some contributions.

Han Changming separated a wisp of divine consciousness and injected it into the Chaos Ice Bell, giving this wisp of divine consciousness an order to forcibly erase the mark left by Shen Jinbing.

Suddenly, this bell is like a firecracker that has been ignited, not only trembling violently, but also exuding the breath of destroying everything, this is a primordial infant-level ancient treasure, the power of the explosion should not be underestimated, this bell contains a monstrous cold, and it also began to emit uncontrollably.

Han Changming was a little frightened and held this 'firecracker' that was constantly bubbling cold, and threw it into the hole, and then his hands first pinched it like a flywheel, and then pointed at the lid next to the hole, and suddenly the cover flashed, perfectly covering the hole.

"Boom!"

There was a low, muffled sound, as if a squib had been fired.

"That's all there is to it?"

Han Changming's face showed disappointment, wondering if the bell had not completely exploded before it was burned into a puddle of metal juice by the spiritual fire in the cave.

Just as Han Changming was hesitating to open the lid, suddenly the whole room shook violently!

The shaking lasted about five breaths before it stopped.

Fortunately, this room is surrounded by four walls, otherwise the things inside must have been crooked.

Thinking of this, Han Changming was shocked, opened the door of the house and walked out, when he saw the situation outside the Spirit Fire House, he couldn't help but petrify on the spot.

In addition to the main house and the spiritual fire house, the remaining huts in this courtyard have actually collapsed, and the outside is full of dust, a scene of the end of the world.

Han Changming's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly released his divine sense and swept out of the courtyard, only to find that the houses in the entire Xia Mansion had also collapsed countless times.

What made Han Changsheng even more shocked was that the countless high-level cultivators in the inner city flew to the bottom of the Thunder Array in mid-air one after another, and then unfolded the huge divine consciousness of the Yuan Infant Stage, scanning the lower part in an attempt to find out the culprit who caused the earthquake.

At the same time, the entire inner city was all in anger and shouted: ", why did it suddenly earthquake, who did it?"

Han Changsheng sensed that a huge aura was scanning towards his courtyard, and he felt bad on the spot, and tried his best to squeeze out two tears, and roared hoarsely: "Death, who did it?"