Jiang Bo can also be regarded as a child of a declining official family, and he still has some vision. At a glance, you can see that the table is made of good pear wood, and the handiwork should be quite good. In such a humble cave, the presence of such a thing is really a bit out of place. At this time, he also saw the demon path clearly, this person's face was wrinkled, and his pair of small triangular eyes made his falcon-like face look particularly hideous. His white hair was as dull as withered grass, like an old coffin about to sink into the ground.

The old man was busy at this time, and said to himself: "It's okay, it's okay, thanks to the old man's usual caution, I carry the ghost lotus grass with me." Otherwise, if there is no such medicine, even if there is this kid, he will not be able to practice ghosts. Haha, these idiots all say that the ghost envoy in the door is useless waste, how do they know the benefits of this thing. ”

After that, he laughed wildly, but before the laughter fell, he suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "The little lady of the Jin family, you little girl." If you hadn't stabbed it sideways, how could Lao Tzu have come to this point. You rotten woman who owes thousands of people to ride and 10,000 people to straddle. If it weren't for the old man, I hurt Yuan Neng and Dao Xing fell, would I be afraid of you?" followed by a long curse.

He laughed and scolded for a while, and gradually adjusted everything on the table. Jiang Bo looked more and more frightened on the side, and he had gradually understood that this person was a madman. It's not terrible to be a madman, it's terrible that this person can still do things in such an orderly manner when he's crazy like this, and what's even more terrifying is that this madman can actually do magic magic.

The old man gathered the things on the table into several piles, put them separately, and wiped them with his hands to wipe all the other bottles and cans like a trick. Then he walked briskly to a corner of the cave, stood up straight, made a strange gesture with his hands, shouted, and slammed it on the ground. With his shout, only to hear a boom, a large hole appeared in the hard stone ground. Seeing that the edge of this big hole seemed to be uneven, the old man cursed and conjured a strange-shaped long sword in his hand. He weighed it like a carpenter's hanging wire, and then swung his sword and slashed the edge of the hole in the ground. Then he looked satisfied. The old guy also turned his head to look at Jiang Bo, and his smug expression was overflowing. This made Jiang Bo's heart tighten. Although he didn't know what the other party was going to do, he felt a strong uneasiness in his heart.

The old man finally babbled something, and at the same time raised his left hand, put his right hand into the big sleeve of his left hand, and pulled it hard. He seemed to be struggling, and the wrinkles on his face were twisted. Jiang Bo couldn't help but wonder how big a thing could fit in a small sleeve of his heart? As for dragging it out so hard? In fact, this is the way that Jiang Xiucai does not understand the way of cultivators. Although it is also possible to sew pockets in the cuffs for secular people's wide robes and large sleeves, they are too different from the sleeves used by practitioners. The cultivation bag is a kind of magic weapon refined by the practitioner, which can collect all kinds of objects, and the powerful can even use the cultivation bag to store the dangerous peaks of mountains and rivers. Of course, since it is a magic weapon, there is a distinction between superior and inferior. For example, the sleeve of this demon can only hold something the size of a room. And this is just for ordinary items, if it is to contain those magic weapons or spiritual objects with strong and full aura, there is not such a large capacity.

But how can I know these things for Jiang Bo, an ordinary man? When he watched in a daze as Lao Dao laboriously pulled out a square platform more than one person high from his sleeve, the shock in his heart was indescribable. It was nine feet high and one zhang wide and narrow, and in the middle was a huge round urn surrounded by eight square pillars, in the shape of nine palaces. The old man struggled to hold on to the behemoth and threw it into the pit he had just dug up. It was slightly larger than the hole he had dug in the ground, and it was forced into it with a muffled thud that shook the ground around it. Jiang Xiucai's hands and feet were sore and numb at this time, and he looked at the evil path with cold eyes, although he didn't know his specific intentions, he also understood that he was trying to concoct himself.

Sure enough, although the old man was panting, his excitement was overflowing, and he turned around impatiently and lifted Jiang Bo's collar and pulled him up. As soon as he threw it away, he threw it into the big urn. Then Lao Dao took out a yellow talisman paper from his arms with a solemn face, this talisman can be more than a foot long, very conspicuous. Jiang Bo had seen the Daoists of the Shangyang Taoist Temple in the county government burn talisman paper during the New Year's prayer when he was very young, but he had never seen such a large talisman. Before he could think about it, Lao Dao poked his right hand with his finger, and the rune paper spontaneously combusted without fire. Soon the talisman burned out, but the embers condensed in the air, and they gathered into a fiery pattern. Lao Dao screamed happily, immediately bit the tip of his tongue, and sprayed a mouthful of blood on it. The figure suddenly burst into flames, burned violently, and then turned into tiny dots of light that swayed in the air. Lao Dao touched his hand and shouted: "If you don't go now, when will you stay!"

The point of light suddenly flew to Jiang Bo's eyebrows, and Jiang Bo felt a strong rush into his mind, and his whole face seemed to be slammed with a stick, and he fainted with a scream. At this time, Lao Dao's eyebrows flashed, and the strange figure just now appeared on his forehead. The demon smiled proudly and said to himself: "Cheng, Cheng!"

It turns out that the refining of this ghost envoy of the Youquan is different, and the magic weapons and puppets of other families are refined by the master with painstaking efforts after the refining is completed. However, the ghost envoy of Youquan has to lay the brand of the master before refining, otherwise it is likely that he will not be able to restrain it once it is refined. Seeing that the brand had successfully entered Jiang Bo's sea of knowledge, this evil way was overjoyed, so he took out a black jade long-necked bottle from the cultivation bag with a smile, shook it gently, and heard the sound of water rippling inside. Unconsciously a little painful, he muttered to himself: "There is only such a little bit left in this chalcedony essence now in my hands, if it weren't for the rotten woman surnamed Jin chasing after me and beating me hard, I really wouldn't be willing to use it here." That's it, if you are willing to give up, you will have to give up. No matter how good something is, it is always something outside the body, so there is no need to regret it. ”

As he spoke, he threw the bottle in the air, and a crystal light of water flowed from the jade bottle, which was poured into the large urn buried in the ground. Don't look at the small bottle, it has been watered for nearly half an hour, and I don't know how much chalcedony was poured into it. The old man looked distressed on the side, and when he saw that it was almost over, he reached out and fished it out, wanting to take the jade bottle. As soon as the jade bottle stopped, a cane stretched out from the big urn, and gently drew a circle, and the jade bottle fell into the urn with a whizz. Lao Dao was also taken aback, and after a little thought, his expression became a little strange. He muttered, "In the Jiuwen Sect, there were nine magic weapons that became spiritual wisdom in the Seed Spirit Hall back then. Is this one of them? I've been getting this thing for a few years, old man, and I've never found it. But what does this move mean?"

He wanted to explore, but this thing was not a magic weapon that he had cultivated with his painstaking efforts, and he couldn't communicate at will. Although he faintly felt that something was wrong in his heart, he didn't have much effort to think about it at the moment. Not to mention that there are two nasty girls chasing after their buttocks, but if they don't add other treasure medicines immediately, the process of refining the ghost envoy will be affected. So he hurriedly waved his sleeves, and the things he had prepared on the table next to him fell into the big urn. He also hurriedly sat down cross-legged, concentrating and calming down, and pinching the magic trick in his hand to draw a true fire out of the Purple Mansion. This Lingmen exercise is different, and ordinary cultivators are all introduced into the meridian nodes of the body into the dantian under the sea of qi under the umbilicus after opening up the acupoints. Then it will be warmed from time to time, and in the future, it will condense the golden pill or the golden platform in the lower dantian. However, the Lingmen monks were cultivating the turbid qi between heaven and earth, and often did not follow the qi path, but cultivated the Purple Mansion Lingtai and cultivated with the Divine Dao, so they introduced the nodes of the meridians into the Upper Dantian Purple Mansion. In the future, the golden pill or the demon seed will also be formed in the sea of consciousness, not the sea of qi. There is also a method in this world that neither cultivates the sea of qi nor the sea of knowledge, but opens up the middle dantian and the yellow court and condenses the pill in the yellow court, which is the method of strength. This type of monk is all first-class in physical cultivation, and it is the most rare.

It stands to reason that the old way of this Youquan Sect was not enough for Jin Dan to cultivate, and he couldn't condense the Yin Fire of Youquan. But this person had once hit Jin Dan, although the failure and injury caused his cultivation to fall several levels. But it almost condensed into a small golden pill, and accidentally refined into a wisp of Dan fire, which is also a natural anomaly. Lao Dao slowly urged this lead washing and dust urn with this faint ray of Dan fire, and slowly pushed the thirty-six prohibitions out of it. This lead washing and dust removal urn was originally an ordinary magic weapon used by the Youquan Sect to wash away the impurities and dross in the mortal womb of the flesh and mortal womb of the disciples in the past. It belongs to the magic weapon of the system, and it was originally created by the fire refining hall in the door. Generally speaking, there can be more than a dozen layers of prohibition at best, but at the moment, there are as many as thirty-six paths, which makes this old way very incomprehensible. But he'd been getting it for a long time, and he'd never noticed anything unusual about it, so he hadn't delved into it. However, the abnormal movement in the big urn just now was quite unusual, and it seemed that there was an instrumental spirit. This made him even more puzzling, it is said that if there is a machine spirit, it should be an acquired mystical weapon. How could a small primary magic weapon with only thirty-six earth demon prohibitions have a machine spirit? This matter subverted his cognition a little. But now was indeed not the time to study this, so he also put aside his distractions and began to concentrate on refining the dust urn.