"What is this?"

Mo Xie suddenly saw a jade plaque from a corner of the storage ring, he took it out and looked at it, his face turned a little dark, this jade plaque was not a special thing, but a jade plaque symbolizing identity.

The inner disciple of the Qingcheng faction, Chu He.

"I'm going... How did this get the people of the owner's house. ”

Mo Xie rubbed his sore head, feeling that this was God's torture of him, the idea was too much, not only carried a black pot for a stranger, but also slaughtered the owner's Tianjiao, this thing was done.

"Kill it, kill it, it's already happened anyway. ”

He dug a big pit in the ground and threw Chu He's underwear, magic weapons and jade plaques that symbolized his status into it, he didn't dare to take these things out, if someone recognized them, the Qingcheng faction would definitely send someone to seek revenge.

After burying the evidence on the spot, he began to move on towards the Baibaojing.

Now that he was not far from the Hundred Treasure Well, what puzzled him was that he had not met a single monk on this journey, and he had not seen anything else around except the demon beasts, which also made Mo Xie's heart a little uneasy.

"Where have all the people gone?"

Mo Xie stood in front of an open space the size of three football fields, looking at the empty place, his eyes were full of doubts, could it be that they all went to the other two places, impossible, Baibaojing is such a good place, how could no one come.

The Baibao Well is located in the middle of the clearing, and the whole well is like a well for a mortal to draw water from, very ordinary, if it weren't for the fact that there is only a well here, Mo Xie would have thought he had seen it.

The whole body of Baibaojing is cyan, and there are no joints in the whole wellhead, just like a whole, and there is no light in the black hole.

Mo Xie tried to stretch out a finger, carefully carried the aura as thick as a hair, and entered the well along the wall of the well, but at this moment, his aura seemed to enter a different space, and he was cut off from himself at once.

Airplanes!

At the same time, the Baibaojing also began to make a buzzing noise like bees flying in the ears, and the black fog at the mouth of the well began to churn, like a pot of boiling water, so that Mo Xie had to be dozens of meters away, looking vigilant, holding the long knife in his hand, for fear of some monster coming out of it.

Burst!

The mutation of Baibaojing did not last long, and after the time of half a pillar of incense, the wellhead of Baibaojing suddenly became larger, and a something that I don't know what it was erupted from the wellhead, and it fell to the ground with a thud.

Mo Xie didn't go directly to check, but watched for a while, and only after the foreign object didn't move anything else, then he cautiously went to check.

"What is this?"

I saw that Mo Xie was holding a rectangular dark red metal stick nearly two meters long and the thickness of an arm.

He gently stroked it twice with his hand, and found that it was very cold with the metal stick, and it did not warm up because of his body temperature, and there were many patterns on the stick, if you can't detect it with your eyes, you can only touch it.

He took out a booklet from the storage ring that recorded all kinds of treasures in the immortal cultivation world, and compared them to the metal sticks one by one.

"This isn't!"

"Not at all!"

"Oh!

Mo Xie put the book next to the stick, and compared it little by little, his breathing began to become gradually short, and his face slowly became a little ruddy, and he looked congested.

"Earned, earned, I'm C, it's a good thing. ”

This is not a weapon, but a metal material from Huangquan, Huangquan Iron, ranked ninth on the material rarity list in the entire immortal cultivation world, it is a rare artifact that can not be found, there is no one on the market, even if someone offers a crazy price to buy, no one sells, or no one has ever obtained it.

The only time it appeared was in ancient times, when a powerful person suspected of entering the Yellow Spring brought it out, but because this peerless treasure could not be dissolved with the flames of the world, it was placed in the treasure pavilion of the sect.

The reason why Huangquan Evil Iron can rank ninth on the list is because of his hardness and a material that can absorb the negative energy of the negative master, if you use him to attack others, it will also give the enemy a high chance of falling into a trance of negative emotional impact.

"Good stuff. ”

He gently bit his finger and dripped a drop of blood on it, which was the monk's routine operation to make the magic weapon recognize its master.

The blood of the ink evil dripped on the Huangquan Iron, and I saw that the pattern on the Huangquan Iron suddenly lit up, and a dazzling dark red light bloomed from the pattern, rendering the huge clearing red red for a while.

Mo Xie was a little nervous in his heart, he didn't know if this method would have any effect on this peerless treasure, but judging from the current situation, it should have played a role.

He waited patiently, and sure enough, the dark red light bloomed for a short while, and then gradually weakened until it disappeared.

A strange feeling emerged from Mo Xie's heart, and he suddenly felt that the piece of Huangquan Evil Iron in his hand seemed to have some connection with himself, and he couldn't explain it, but it was certain that Huangquan Evil Iron had already recognized the master.

"How can I make you into a weapon?"

At this time, the ink evil began to be distressed, he still didn't know anything about cultivation, and the refining weapon was really a black eye for him, and he didn't know anything, and even if he knew, the ancient power couldn't be melted, and he couldn't do it?

"Huh?"

He suddenly saw a line of very small words under the book that recorded Huangquan Iron, and if it wasn't for a glimpse, he might not have found it.

"Dissolution?"

He exclaimed, then quickly stopped his voice, and his whole mind was immersed in these few lines of small words.

After a moment, he exhaled and looked down at the Huangquan Iron in his hand, unable to make up his mind for a moment.

There are two methods mentioned above, the first method is the simplest and most straightforward, which is to enter the Yellow Spring, find the flame that only the Yellow Spring has, and quench this piece of Yellow Spring Iron may still be successful.

This method is the simplest and most effective for the ink evil, because as long as he finds Mo Bai and regains the Dream Eye, he can use the Dream Eye to enter the Yellow Spring and find the flame.

The second method, compared to the first method, is a bit risky, and Mo Xie once wondered if it was the illusion of this great power.

The second method is to use the Yellow Springs Iron to kill non-stop, to use the killing energy and the blood of the monks to quench the Yellow Springs Iron Iron, and to use the monk's life to give the Yellow Springs Iron a soul.

This piece of Yellow Spring Iron is produced in Yellow Spring, and it has been formed over an unknown number of years, because the environment of Yellow Spring is very bad in the mouth of this powerful man, and it is full of the power of death and the undead who wander in it, and the Yellow Spring Iron is naturally impregnated.

Perhaps with a power similar to that of Huangquan Iron, it can be tempered and plasticized.

The above two methods are all speculations of the mighty man, and it is unknown why he did not try, perhaps because he did not want to create a killing handle for the sake of a weapon.

"Let's use the second method, try it. ”

After thinking about it, Mo Xie decided to try the second method to see if it could succeed, because the first method was only suitable for him who now had dream eyes, and his strength could also reach the level of great power, neither time nor efficiency was as good as the second method.

Anyway, it's a try, it doesn't matter if it doesn't work, for Mo Xie, he doesn't have anything to lose.

The ink evil, who had already decided on the direction, moved his mind, and the Huangquan Iron disappeared from his hand and appeared in the position of his heart, quietly rising and falling in it, the same frequency as the heart's beating.

Each monk will have one or two main magic weapons, and they will put them into their bodies all year round, and temper them with spiritual energy and blood, so that they can improve their quality and compatibility with themselves.

"It's time to go to the place of sacrifice. ”

He looked around left and right, and after finding that no other monks had arrived, he hurriedly left Baibaojing, and he understood that once the Huangquan Iron was exposed, what was waiting for him might be an overwhelming number of monks, not to mention the Silver Moon Tavern, and even the Afterlife Sect might not be able to protect him.