In order not to expose too much strength in front of Hacha, Feng Budu deliberately made mistakes in the later work, resulting in the finished rate of the soul stones in the back being maintained at about fifty percent. At the end, he held back his pale face and showed a very weak look, which made Hacha quite moved.

"Thank you, Brother Feng!" Hacha helped the "weak" Feng Budu to sit down on the futon.

Feng Budu looked hard-working, waved his hand slowly, and said with a smile: "Brother Ha, I have been using my divine sense continuously and intensively, and I am really a little weak, if there is nothing to do, can you allow me to go and breathe first?"

"Alas, Brother Feng tried his best to refine the soul stone, I was very moved, I have already ordered someone to prepare the meditation room and the tonic soup, you can rest assured that we will talk about anything tomorrow!" Hacha called someone in, helped Feng Budu through another door to the meditation room, and sent a rich tonic food.

Feng Budu stared at the food for a moment, but without the slightest appetite, he lay on his back on the bed.

"That feeling seems to be ......," he muttered, and the light in his eyes continued to run wild, and suddenly the streamer froze, and he suddenly realized that he got up from the bed.

"It's fear! The fear that only those who are scared to death will have, and they have completely lost their resistance!"

At this time, Master Hacha's voice came from the courtyard: "Everyone, a total of 7749 soul stones have been produced today, and the condition is much better than before, and the reserve price is fifty gold coins!

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Although Feng Budu was horrified in his heart, he knew that the time had not yet come, and he could not act without authorization, so after a sigh, he entered the cultivation again.

The Gathering Divine Realm is the second realm of cultivation, this stage is mainly to cultivate the divine sense, laying a solid foundation, Feng Budu because in the first cultivation, because of the curse, wandered in this stage for a year, and cultivated again is naturally familiar with the road, much faster.

At this time, his divine sense was not only stronger than that of ordinary body protector cultivators, but he had not yet reached his limit, so he could only continue to cultivate.

Master Hacha had already told him not to disturb him, and he could safely sink into his own world, the eternal space.

When he first cultivated, he was like an ordinary monk, only a sea of divine consciousness, and since he first met that mysterious man in the Black Demon Heavenly Prison and was gifted with a three-color stone, the sea of divine consciousness has transformed into today's eternal space.

The eternal space was different from the sea of divine consciousness, as if it was a real world, but it was a little barren, and those demonic dust still fell from the sky, accumulating a thick layer of soft soil on the ground.

After being deprived of his cultivation by Long Aotian, although his eternal space did not collapse, it had shrunk a lot, and now it was only a radius of more than a mile, and the only thing that pleased him was that the Nether Ghost Bird and the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon still existed.

The five-clawed golden dragon is the soul of the dragon hunting arrow, why it was not deprived by Long Aotian is still a mystery.

"Boss, are you here?" The five-clawed golden dragon swam freely in the eternal space, and when he saw the wind not crossing, he casually said hello and continued to chase and frolic with the ghost bird.

Feng Budu glanced at the two, shook his head speechlessly, and walked towards the center of the eternal space.

The clover had grown, and its huge petals radiated a faint glow, and there was one more thing in its buds—a tricolor stone.

The three-color stone is round, and the three colors of red, green and white are evenly distributed on it, and it falls on the bud of the three-leaf flower at the moment, and there is no sense of disobedience, and the two are integrated, just like nature. Moreover, as the clover grows, the tricolor stone also begins to grow in size.

Feng Budu sighed lightly: "I hope you can bear fruit in the future, I will definitely put you in the most fertile place, and then this place should have a little vitality!"

"Boss, let's play together!" the five-clawed golden dragon sprinkled the demon dust on Feng Budu's head.

"Xiao Wu, do you have cramps, do you want me to help you loosen it?" Feng Budu was choked by the demon dust, and his eyes looked at the five-clawed golden dragon very unkindly.

The five-clawed golden dragon shrank its neck, hung in the air, hugged its two claws in front of its chest, and grinned: "Shenlong has a saying: Only by being kind to all living beings can you enter the Dao, boss, can you bear to abuse me?"

"Because you're thick-skinned and smoking!"

Feng Budu was speechless, since he woke up, Xiao Wu had become more unobtrusive than before, and often said strange opinions. He also had no intention of wasting it, so he said, "You guys stay away, I'm going to cultivate!"

The five-clawed golden dragon's body twitched, turning into a golden light and galloping to the very edge of the eternal space, and the Nether Ghost Bird followed.

Feng Budu sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and concentrated, the time of the eternal space seemed to freeze for a moment, the demon dust disturbed, and the cold breath hit out of nowhere, and suddenly filled the entire eternal space.

The five-clawed golden dragon and the ghost bird trembled, and they actually hugged each other, trembling.

"The boss is getting more and more weird, his divine sense wasn't so cold before!" Jin Long was cold, his eyelids drooped weakly, and his face was full of grievances, "Is the boss dead, and now all we see is fantasy?"

The ghost bird screamed, and all it thought was to peck at the dragon's head, which means: "If you dare to say bad things about the boss again, I will bite you to death, heartless!"

Subtle fluctuations continued to stir in the eternal space, and the demon dust danced with it, and the clover flowers also danced slowly.

After Feng Budu lost the Dragon Dao Xuan Qi, although he rebuilt the most ordinary Xuan Qi, he felt more and more that the Eternal Space was more closely connected with him, and there was a comfortable sense of intimacy.

In the world, there will be gains and losses, and there will be gains and losses!

Most people can only see what they have lost, and only a few people can see what they have gained.

If he doesn't give up on his heart, he will be rewarded in the future!

The first time he entered the realm of concentrating gods, Feng Budu's cultivation was how to condense his divine consciousness, and now he fell into a wonderful feeling, as if he could feel that there was another wonderful existence between heaven and earth, an extremely small thing.

His consciousness was like a drop of water, completely integrated into the ocean, and as time passed, the ocean became clearer and clearer.

Feng Budu settled in this wonderful feeling for a whole day and night, until the next day, at dawn, he returned to the real world again.

A ghostly light flashed in his eyes, his deep eyes gradually returned to normal, the bed was frosted, he did not have the slightest suspicion, as a warm breath in his body emanated, the layer of hoarfrost disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the room, followed by a soft knock on the door.

"Please come in!" the wind did not cross.

The door opened, and it was not yesterday's disciple, but a slightly younger disciple.

After entering the door, the disciple first bowed slightly towards Feng Budu, gestured with his hand on his chin, and then pointed in the direction of the refining room.

Feng Budu frowned slightly, looked at this disciple, and asked, "What's your name?"

The boy looked a little cramped, mistaking Feng Budu for not understanding what he meant, pointed to his throat and mouth, and then waved his hand.

"Are you mute?" Feng Budu naturally understood what he meant.

The disciple nodded, looking a little flustered, and then made another gesture from the entrance, pointing to the refining room.

Feng Budu naturally understood his sign language, and the dumb disciple was saying, "Master, please go to the refining room!"

Feng Budu smiled at him and said, "Don't panic, I understand what you mean, even if your master doesn't come to call me, I know that it should be over at this time." ”

When Feng Budu stepped into the refiner again, he clearly felt the difference from yesterday. There was only Master Hacha in the room, and he was not shirtless and sweaty like yesterday, but waited for the arrival of Feng Budu very easily, and even took a bowl of tea in his hand to taste leisurely.

"Brother Feng, how was your rest yesterday?" Hacha saw that the wind was not crossing, and immediately smiled like a flower, and said: "For your rest, I ordered no one to disturb you!"

Feng Budu's divine sense swept towards the smelting furnace, and he said sarcastically in his heart: "This Hacha really has to make inches, seeing that I refined four pieces yesterday, and I actually added another one today, is it trying to drain my energy?"

Feng Budu's face was embarrassed, and he said to Hacha: "Brother Ha, little brother, I consumed too much yesterday, I'm afraid I'm a little struggling today!"

"Hey, it's okay!" Hacha immediately waved his hand, the kind smile on his face was almost impossible to refuse, "I have seen Brother Feng's methods, he is simply the leader of the younger generation, he is the most energetic age in his life, how can he be so humble?"

Feng Budu smiled helplessly, knowing that he nodded in agreement.

But this time, he was not very honest, and directly reduced the success rate of the first piece to fifty percent, Hacha looked at it again, his face obviously showed a painful color, and the hand holding the teacup trembled from time to time. This is still the first piece, and the next few pieces of wind do not cross the hand more ruthlessly, and the success rate decreases in turn, and the last piece is only thirty percent.

Hacha's face was not very good-looking, but he still tried to fight the wind and smile.

"Brother Ha, I'm really sorry!" Feng Budu drooped his ears, and his voice was a little prostration, "Although I have tried my best, but this day is not fulfilled, and the little brother is powerless!"

Hacha put down the teacup in his hand, patted Feng Budu on the shoulder and comforted: "Brother Feng, this is already very good, this soul stone refining is about a number of days, even if I refine it myself on weekdays, it is difficult to have such a high success rate." Today you will be able to cultivate well, and tomorrow we will fight again!"

Feng Budu was led out of the refiner by the dumb disciple, and Hacha's gaze turned to the fire of the smelting furnace, his face suddenly darkened, and there was a faint look in his eyes. He paused for a moment, and then took the best stone out of the furnace, leaving only the worst one to hold in the fire.

He did not leave immediately, but struck his palm on the furnace, and the fire suddenly exploded, and somewhere in the melting chamber seemed to communicate with the furnace fire, and a strong flame suddenly rushed out of the wall, making a rumbling sound, and then a small secret door opened.

Hacha placed the four cooled stones neatly in the small dark doorway, took a few steps back, stared at the secret door with a little fear, and his body trembled slightly.

Hacha's body froze suddenly, and his gaze immediately left the secret door, and when he moved his gaze back again, the four stones had disappeared.

There was another slight thud, and a stone emerged from the secret door, condensing into one with the wall, and there was no trace of it.