After consolidating the realm a little, Wang Quan couldn't wait to start refining the weapon.

What he wants to refine is not a weapon, but clothes.

Since he came to Honghuang, he has been wearing clothes woven of trees and vines for twenty years, although such clothes are closer to nature, but he still feels strange.

Now that you can be liberated, the realm of refining qi and transforming gods can't refine any powerful magic weapons, but refining a set of ordinary clothes is still not a problem.

According to the old rules, he pulled some excellent vines from the forest, peeled them off the cocoon, peeled and peeled the stems, tore them into silk threads, and then waved his hand to shoot out a series of mana and weave them in the air.

Like a loom, the silk threads cut from these vines are woven into pieces of cloth with animal skin patterns.

It's not that he doesn't want to use precious refining materials to refine clothes, but his current refining level is indeed not good. It is impossible for a person who has never refined a weapon to refine a block into a garment as soon as he makes a move. And in this era, it is not suitable to wear any bells and whistles, primitive people are most suitable to wear primitive clothes. Therefore, he deliberately weaved the cloth into an animal skin pattern.

After doing all this, he made a sword finger in his hand, drew traces of mana, snorted, and began to cut and sew the fabric.

The scorching mana fluctuations spread, and with a slight explosion, five or six light clusters exploded, floating in front of the royal power. Wang Quan didn't think about it, and when he stretched out his hand, these five or six light balls covered him layer by layer, turning into clothes and covering him.

Immediately, he was shaken, and his mana covered the place where his hair was. Black silk flew, and in an instant, the image of a young man with short hair and no beard was revealed. Although he was already a cultivator, he didn't want to keep any hair. In the desolate world, he didn't have any teachers, and no elders could restrain him.

After refining the clothes, Wang Quan began to learn to refine the weapon, and he wanted to refine a pair of shoes that could glide in the sky. In this way, he will be much safer when he returns.

He also had plans to change his weapons. The axe he had at hand was very strange, and no matter how much his strength increased, the weight of this axe was just right.

He still didn't understand that his axe was actually a rare treasure. Unfortunately, he had no way to refine the axe, and could only use it as a weapon.

After Hongjun's preaching and the coexistence of lichs, the treasures of heaven and earth in the desolate land are almost extinct. Not to mention the innate spiritual materials, even the higher-level minerals have been looted.

However, the aura left by some great gods and immortals often causes some incredible changes in some surrounding mortal things, thus giving birth to some treasures. In this valley, some ordinary rocks, gravel, wildflowers and grasses have vaguely turned into precious refining materials. In order to prevent the destruction of the heavenly objects, the royal power has collected all these materials into the thatched hut and stacked them neatly.

Needless to say, the heat of the true fire of the gods is not difficult to melt some copper and iron things. The difficulty is to transform the structure of these hard things into soft structures. This step not only takes into account the temperature of the flame, but also tests the skill of the technique. However, copper and iron can be melted and reconstructed all the time, without worrying about the loss of materials.

Failure after failure, improvement after improvement, the metal sheet in the hands of the king was deformed and reorganized again and again, and turned into various shapes. I don't know how many times it was repeated, but a pair of shoes in the style of riding boots began to appear.

The next step is to burn the formation runes on the shoes, which is much more difficult than the first step. Not only must you be familiar with the various formations, but you must also be able to accurately engrave the formations into your shoes. This is not a difficult task, you can practice with ordinary materials a few times first, and then officially refine it when you are completely familiar with it.

In this way, it took Wang Quan nearly two years to refine the first magic weapon. In the desolate world, magic weapons are not much stronger than mortal soldiers, but the royal power is still very happy.

He happily put on his cloud-walking boots and glided more than 2,000 meters in mid-air before he landed on the ground. In this short two thousand meters, the mana in his body was almost consumed. The rules of the desolate world are very thick, and the normal physical movement will not be affected much, but once the mana is used, a powerful suppressive force will come.

From a teenager who was frightened by the rainbow cat young man, to a qi refiner in the realm of refining qi and transforming gods, the purpose of the king's line of power has also been completely achieved. After he meditated and recovered his mana, he specially had a farewell banquet with the rainbow cat young man, and then left the valley with his cloud boots.

Human beings always have to return to human society.

Compared with the trepidation when I left, the time I returned was much smoother. In the case of having the primordial spirit, he can easily sense all kinds of crises in the mountains and rivers, with the presence of the sun and stars, he will not mistake the direction, and a day later, he has already walked out of the mountains.

After that, he stepped on the cloud boots and rose to a height of 10,000 meters, looking for the direction of the Terran tribe.

When the king reached the gate of the tribe, a patrol in animal skin coats surrounded him, looking at him with an unkind expression.

"Well, where are you from, what do you want to do in our tribe?" a horse-faced man with oil paint on his face stepped forward and asked.

"This..."Wang Quan carefully observed several people, and found that their expressions were not right, as if they were looking at their father-killing enemies.

He thought about it, rolled up the sleeve of his left arm, and with a stroke of his right fingernail, red blood flowed out. He stretched out his arm in front of the horse-faced man and said gently, "This clansman, I am also a human race! You see, my blood is the same as yours." My name is Huzi, and I was exiled not long ago, but then I got an adventure and learned a skill, and I was able to return!"

"Huh?" the horse-faced man's expression relaxed a little when he heard this, and he also slit his finger open, dripping a drop of blood on the king's arm.

"Chammond, this monk has not lied to us, he is indeed our people. ”

"You can't be wrong, I've heard from the people of the clan. Just twenty years ago, a teenager named Huzi disappeared for no reason. ”

Seeing that the blood of Shangmeng and the royal power were fused together, these patrolmen completely believed the royal power's words. In the wilderness, the blood of different races cannot be fused together. Although the human race was created by Nuwa, after tens of thousands of years of reproduction, the human race has evolved its own bloodline. Even Nuwa's blood could not be properly integrated with the blood of the human race.

"I was rude just now, welcome Brother Huzi home!"

"Welcome!"

"Great, my human race has another Qi Refiner!"

Knowing that Wang Quan was of the same clan as them, Shang Meng and the others immediately let down their guard in their hearts and began to fight with Wang Quan hotly. The royal power has not communicated with anyone for more than 20 years, and he does not refuse to come. All of a sudden, a group of people chatted and had a good time.

Slowly, the royal power also learned the reason why everyone was so wary of the monks.

It turned out that after the Taiqing Daoist people were upgraded to the Taishang Moral Heavenly Venerable based on the human race, some tiger and wolf generations in the flood wilderness set their sights on the human race.

It's obvious. Nuwa and Taishang Daode Tianzun were all sanctified by virtue of the human race's enlightenment. How can the immortals in the flood wilderness not focus on the big cake of the human race?

About fifteen years ago, a large wave of immortals descended on the Terrans at the same time, saying that they wanted to help the Terrans. At this moment, the good tribe was made into a miasma.

These immortals don't have other abilities, they just like to brag about it.

There are some immortals with a halo on the back of their heads who persuade them to be merciful, asking them to put down their butcher knives, so that half of the members of the hunting team are reduced, and many tribesmen starve to death because of lack of food; there are also some immortals who look like fairies and bones advise those high-level tribes that everything has their own destiny and do not need to worry too much, and as a result, some of the high-level tribes are really bewitched by such a statement, and they put the affairs in their hands and run to the pleasant landscape; there is even a group of immortals who claim to be from the Interception Sect, ostensibly to protect the human race, but since they came to the human race, there are always clansmen in the tribe who have disappeared for no reason...

Later, the matter became bigger and bigger, which directly alarmed Suizu. Suizu had no choice but to ask the Taishang Daode Tianzun for help. Only then did the Supreme Daode Tianzun come forward to send away this group of virtuous and respected immortals.

After hearing this, Wang Quan's heart was extremely solemn. He knew that the true test of the Terrans was yet to come. The Lich Clan hasn't made a move yet.

As soon as the two of them make a move, it will inevitably be an earth-shattering shock!