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If the old poison does not die, it has been cultivated to the ninth layer of the 魑乣, although this bowl is still incomparable to the legendary Shennong pounding medicine bowl, but it is not far behind, it can be called a real poison weapon.

It's a pity that he died before he left the school, and by coincidence, this bowl is now in Wang Mo's hands.

Wang Mo's mind echoed the description of this bowl in the jade book, and he was silent for a moment, this kind of treasure, if he also cultivates liàn魑乣, after refining to a certain extent, he can swallow it and become a natal immortal treasure, but unfortunately now Wang Mo has no intention of cultivating liàn魑乣, this purple bowl is a little difficult to deal with.

This kind of treasure, if it can't be used, Wang Mo is quite unwilling, and he has gone through all kinds of troubles, isn't it just to make himself stronger, although it has not yet reached the time of Tupò, this bowl has no effect on Tupò, but he is in such a dangerous place, if he can use the purple bowl, his chances of survival will definitely climb to a height.

Wang Mo's face was gloomy as water, he looked up at the gray world that could not be seen, his eyes flashed, and without saying a word, he opened his mouth and spit out a crystal light, and a flying sword nearly three feet long immediately circled around, and finally floated in front of him, exuding a cold glow.

Wang Mo looked at the flying sword, his face showed hesitation, and then he gritted his teeth, and without saying a word, his left hand slashed across his right hand, and suddenly a hole appeared in the palm of his right hand, and blood suddenly flowed out, turning into a small stream and implanting it on the flying sword, the flying sword immediately trembled, and a sword roar sounded, and on its sword, small blood streaks appeared.

It can be said that this flying sword is the first immortal treasure since Wang Mo stepped into the immortal road, and he has made great achievements for Wang Mo, and there are more than 100 people who have died under it.

Wang Mo's eyes showed a solemn look, his right hand followed the blood on the sword body in the air, slowly moving dòng, as he waved his right hand, the blood on the sword body became more and more red, and finally the entire flying sword made a "click" sound, and it actually broke from the blood, turned into fragments and fell to the ground.

In mid-air, only streaks of blood remained. Floating in it, an illusory sword shadow loomed within it.

Wang Mo took a deep breath, patted the storage bag, and a furnace used for refining flew out, he pointed to the small purple bowl, and suddenly two halves of the purple bowl flew into the refining furnace, and the moment they entered, the purple mist immediately wrapped the refining furnace, and there was a sound of clanging in it.

Wang Mo's eyes flashed with coldness, and several immortal seals were made in a row with both hands, and through the purple mist imprinted on the refining furnace, the furnace body immediately moved, slowly spun open, and gradually, its rotation became faster and faster, and finally the purple mist wrapped around it was driven by it, forming a purple vortex.

Wang Mo summoned his big hand, and the fragments of the crystal light flying sword on the ground were grabbed in his hands, he pinched one of them, staring at the rapidly rotating refining furnace, after a long time, his right hand shook suddenly, and a fragment turned into a crystal light and disappeared in a flash, quasi-què entered the high-speed rotating refining furnace, and the moment he entered, the fragments immediately turned into liquid and merged into the furnace.

Wang Mo didn't take his eyes off it, his right hand shook again and again, and within an hour, he threw all the fragments into the qù, at this time, he slowly exhaled, and his hands condensed a few immortal powers. Hit the furnace.

At this moment, the speed of the refining furnace was immediately doubled, and only a swirling thing could be seen, and the details inside could not be seen clearly, and the purple mist vortex on it, at first glance, seemed to be stationary, but if you looked closely, you would find that it was not not moving, but it was spinning too fast, so that it caused a false image.

"It's still not enough!" Wang Mo muttered to himself, looking at his immortal sense, he could clearly see that the high temperature in the refining furnace due to rotation was still not enough for the purple bowl inside, this purple bowl was only slightly red in color, but it did not melt, although the ghost fire could burn everything, but it was precisely because of this that Wang Mo did not dare to use it easily, not to mention that with Wang Mo's current strength, I am afraid that he could not fully use it freely

Wang Mo's eyes flashed, his heart moved slightly, and he secretly said confused, slapped the storage bag, and immediately flew out of several objects, he didn't even look at it, grabbed one of the objects, shook his right hand, and fell into the refining furnace accurately.

At the moment when this thing fell in, a cyan flame burst out, although the speed of the refining furnace was still the same, the temperature inside it suddenly doubled, and the color of the purple bowl had completely turned red, but there was still no sign of melting.

The thing that Wang Mo threw just now is a special refining material, it is called white phosphorus wood, which can produce high temperature after being catalyzed by fairy power.

If the amount of this white phosphophor wood is thrown too much, not only will it not increase the temperature, but it will cool down immediately, so after Wang Mo threw out a few pieces again, he put it away.

At this time, the temperature of the refining furnace had reached a terrifying level, but the purple bowl was only red, and it still hadn't melted.

Wang Mo groaned a little, and successively threw out dozens of refining materials such as moonflower stones, Tengming turtle trees, and green mountain soil, and after these things were thrown into the refining furnace one by one, a colorful smoke "boom" came out, and the shape was like a void.

After this void-like smoke appeared, it immediately dispersed the purple mist vortex, and finally strangely retracted from the emanating state, along with the scattered purple mist, and all of them retracted back into the refining furnace.

At this moment, the refining furnace let out a roar, and gradually, a trace of cracks was revealed from the outside, Wang Mo concentrated his breath, staring at the small bowl inside, only to see that the two halves of the purple bowl had begun to melt at this time, but the speed of its melting was too slow, if it continued to progress like this, it was likely that the refining furnace was shattered, and it had not completely melted.

Wang Mo's eyes flashed, his right hand was raised, and a green flame floated in the palm of his hand, as soon as this flame appeared, the temperature around him immediately rose rapidly, this is Wang Mo's strongest hole card - the ghost fire, how many times in danger it is the palm of the hand This flame pulled it back from the ghost gate!

This Netherworld Ghost Fire has already fused with Wang Mo, and it can be said that it is endless, but with Wang Mo's current cultivation, if he uses it too much, it will still cause some damage to him.

At this time, seeing that the refining furnace could not be stopped, and the shattering was imminent, Wang Mo was also in a hurry to go to the doctor at this moment, and without saying a word, his right hand was sent forward, and the ghost fire immediately flew out and quickly touched the refining furnace.

Wang Mo's expression was highly concentrated at this time, his eyes were intent, and he carefully controlled the Netherworld Ghost Fire to slowly approach, especially the immortal power micro-control in it, and it was not allowed to fluctuate at all, and he kept the temperature of the Netherworld Ghost Fire as stable as possible.

At this moment, the cracks on the refining furnace suddenly increased, but before they could spread, they were immediately covered by the Nether Ghost Fire and froze alive.

In just a few breaths, Wang Mo was already sweating, he was taking a risk, if the control was good, it could help the refining furnace solidify, if there was a mistake, then the result would be that the refining furnace would become more fragmented.

At this time, the shattering of the refining furnace was alleviated under the reinforcement of the Nether Ghost Fire, but if the temperature of the Nether Ghost Fire was not limited, the melting of the purple bowl in the furnace would inevitably have a fatal impact, so Wang Mo was more cautious at this time, and tried his best to limit the temperature of the Nether Ghost Fire to the balance point that could stabilize the crack of the refining furnace without affecting the melting of the purple bowl.

Slowly, the purple bowl slowly melted, during which Wang Mo did not dare to be careless, and he didn't know how long it took, and finally the purple bowl completely melted, becoming a pool of dark purple liquid, which was spread in the refining furnace.

Wang Mo exhaled, pinched the trick with his right hand, and shot out a spiritual light, which was printed on the refining furnace, and suddenly the furnace body shook and stopped rotating, Wang Mo grabbed it with his big hand, and the purple liquid in the furnace floated out.

In this pool of liquid, there is a vague illusory small bowl, looming, Wang Mo knows that this must be the spirit of this poisonous bowl, he didn't say a word, his right hand summoned in the air, and the blood that floated in the air immediately flew out and merged in the purple liquid.

At this moment, the spirit of the purple bowl immediately moved, and it also blended into it, Wang Mo's eyes were solemn, one spirit and one fierce qi, not as Wang Mo guessed, there was a situation of attacking and devouring each other, but after holding it for a while, the spirit of the purple small bowl immediately turned into bursts of purple aura and drilled into the fierce aura of the flying sword.

The two quickly fused together, and at this point, Wang Mo was relieved, he clicked a few times with both hands, and suddenly the liquid slowly solidified, and according to Wang Mo's wishes, it turned into a six-inch-long purple sword.

On both sides of the sword body, there are two rows of dense small thorns, bursts of brown light, flashing on the sword thorns, which looks quite amazing.

At this time, the flying sword was completely condensed, the whole body was dark purple, and there was a small purple bowl of toxin hidden in it, if it was touched, even if it was not killed by this sword, it would definitely be poisoned and died.

At this time, this flying sword, even if it is in the realm of the Eight Palaces of the Wounded Gate, if it is stabbed by his sneak attack, it will not escape death, after all, the toxin contained in it is a small purple bowl of old poison.

It's just that after re-condensing, Wang Mo didn't dare to swallow it in his stomach to cultivate with immortal power, even when he used it, he had to pay great attention to it, otherwise, once he was stabbed himself, he would definitely be unable to escape death.

There is no antidote to the poison of this small purple bowl, except for the old poison, no one can solve it, Wang Mo is full of ambition, especially the sharp thorns on the flying sword sword, this is his killing move, just need to move his heart. Those sharp thorns will be disconnected and shot, making it impossible to guard against them.

Wang Mo summoned his right hand, and the six-inch small sword immediately flew into his hand, Wang Mo carefully controlled it, and cautiously put it into the storage bag, only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, he didn't want to be pierced by the flying sword he refined, and then hòu was poisoned and died.

Put away the flying sword, Wang Mo stood up, looked at the ten-zhang stone sword in front of him, and stepped forward without saying a word, Wang Mo cautiously and cautiously walked forward, this gray world seems to be vast, but Wang Mo just took a few steps, the object in front of him immediately changed, this was a vast and boundless gray world suddenly became no more than a hundred zhang in diameter, but the ten-zhang stone sword in front of him was strangely increased to more than a hundred zhang in an instant, and on the other side of the stone sword, a whirlpool suddenly appeared

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