Since the little broken knife refused to enter the refining weapon again, Su Ruobai was not easy to force, after all, the twisted melon was not sweet.

But he still had to use a small broken knife, and he had no choice but to fold it.

From the time he refined the Little Broken Knife to the present, he has not completely refined the Little Broken Knife. In fact, there is another way to repair the little broken knife, that is, to refine it into a natal magic weapon, and let the little broken knife repair itself little by little in his dantian. It may take a little longer, but it's better than doing nothing.

Sitting cross-legged, he put the small broken knife in the palm of his hand, closed his eyes, and began refining.

I don't know how long it took, but a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"What are you going to do? Do you want me to recognize you as the Lord? I advise you to die of this heart, so that I will not be someone else's slave!"

Hearing this, Su Ruobai slowly opened his eyes.

But in front of him was no longer the stone chamber where the spiritual fire was, but a blood-red world.

A four- or five-year-old child was standing in front of him with his arms crossed, and although he couldn't see the child's face clearly, he knew that this child was the spirit of the little broken knife.

"You're finally willing to see me, it seems that I still have a chance to refine you into a life magic weapon. Tell me, why are you willing to be my natal magic weapon?"

Hearing this, the machine spirit snorted coldly and said, "I won't become your natal magic weapon, you don't have to daydream." ”

When Su Ruobai heard this, he smiled and said, "Since you are unwilling to be my natal magic weapon, then why did you let my consciousness enter your world? I think you are hard-mouthed, in fact, you have already accepted me as the master." Right?"

"You're talking nonsense, the reason why I let you in here is to make you die. I won't be someone else's slave, never!"

"Yo he! It's quite resolute! Is that something to talk about? If you don't have to talk about it, then I don't care about you. Anyway, your blade is already wounded, and you won't let me fix it. Then I'll sell you, so that you can get some spirit stones to eat. ”

"What did you say? You're going to sell me? How did I get hurt? Didn't I save you? You ungrateful fellow, damn it!"

Su Ruobai laughed and said, "Even if I deserve to die, what can you do to me? Can you cut me? Let me tell you, you are refined by me, since you refuse to recognize me as the master, then what is the use of me keeping you? It is also a spiritual treasure, how can you not fight that dustless sword, and dare to run rampant with me." That's all you have to offer. ”

"That sword is higher in grade than me, harder than me, I can't fight, it's not because of you. If you use more hard stone, how can I be defeated?"

"Come on, just your goods, even if I use the Nine Heavens Xuanshi to refine it, you can't fight that dustless sword. Do you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because the Dustless Sword is Zichen Zhenren's natal magic weapon, what is the natal magic weapon, do you understand?"

"Of course I understand, it's nothing more than recognizing you as the master and making you a slave!"

Su Ruobai shook his head and said, "You think too simply! What is life? Have you ever seen a slave die, and the master will suffer with it? But the natal magic weapon is different, if you are destroyed, even if I don't die, I will have to die halfway. You keep saying that you don't want to be a slave for me, so why do I treat you as a slave? I want to refine you as a magic weapon because I can afford you, and you are not happy. If you don't like it, pull it down, I'll sell you, and you won't be out of sight or out of mind in the future. It's a big deal, I'll just go back and refine it again. ”

Seeing Su Ruobai's tone so tough, the machine spirit obviously hesitated.

Su Ruobai saw that it didn't speak, laughed secretly, and then said: "I will fight with that Zichen real person in the future, don't you want to cut off that dustless sword and raise your eyebrows? Let me tell you, as long as you become my natal magic weapon, as my cultivation improves, your grade will also increase." When you reach the same level as the Dustless Sword, will you still be able to fight it? Okay, think about it yourself! If you really don't like it, then forget it. I still have to cultivate, so I can't waste time on you. In a few days, I should be able to break through to the Golden Pill Stage, and by then, I will be able to refine new Spirit Treasures!"

"I ...... Can I really go up?"

As soon as Su Ruobai heard this, he immediately said solemnly: "That's nature! Not only that, you can also repair the blade by yourself." When I ascend to the immortal realm in the future, maybe you will be able to become an immortal weapon. At that point, who else will be your opponent? Aren't you going to cut whoever you want?"

"Really, you didn't lie to me, did you?"

"What am I lying to you for? Besides, you're not a fool, don't you think about it yourself? I asked again, do you want to be my natal magic weapon?"

"Okay! I'll believe you once!"

Half an hour later, Su Ruobai's body suddenly flashed red, and the small broken knife he held in his palm disappeared, leaving only one knife mark on his palm.

"Hoo ......"

With a long sigh of relief, he finally opened his eyes.

"It's finally completely refined, so don't worry about it this time. Cultivate, cultivate!"

After eating more than a dozen top-grade spirit stones, he turned to cultivation instead.

Before going to the Demon Tomb, his cultivation had already reached the ninth layer of the foundation building stage, and this time he cultivated, he wanted to break through to the Jindan stage in one go.

Early the next morning, the grocery store was open.

The little monk sat cross-legged by the counter, closing his eyes and cultivating.

And Bai Yu Zhenren and Bai Xiang Zhenren began to wipe the counter and sort out the magic weapons and elixirs in the counter.

Probably because of the good weather, there were guests who came to the door early this morning.

They came from one old and one young, the old one with gray hair, and the few were only six or seven years old.

Seeing them walk into the grocery store, Bai Xiangzhen hurriedly asked, "Fellow Daoist, are you going to buy a magic weapon or a spirit pill?"

The white-haired old man was not able to cultivate in the late stage of foundation building, and when he saw that the two people in front of him were both in the Jindan stage, he hurriedly and respectfully said: "The juniors have seen the two seniors, and I heard that there is a grocery store here, so I came to take a look." I wonder if there is a life-sustaining pill in the store?"

Hearing this, Bai Yu Zhenren and Bai Xiang Zhenren were stunned.

"Life-sustaining pills, fellow Daoist, are you about to reach your limit?"

The old man shook his head and said, "It's not me, it's my grandson." At most, he can live for another half a year, and then he is afraid that he will ......"

Bai Yu Zhenren looked at the child, and saw that the child was pale and thin, and although he could walk on his own, he did not have the vigor and vitality that a child should have.

"Fellow Daoist, I don't know if your grandson is seriously ill, or?"

The old man said bitterly: "It's not that he is sick, but that he is harmed by me! If it weren't for me, he wouldn't have only half a year of life left, all of which was caused by me." ”

"Huh, what do you mean by that?"

PS: I've been unwell for the past two days, and I've had fewer updates, so I'll start to return to normal updates tomorrow!