The sacrificial refining of more than 9,000 thin needles is completely different from the sacrificial refining of ordinary magic weapons.

Ordinary magic weapons only need the monk to punch his divine sense once, and he can exert his full strength. But He Miaomiao had to refine every needle in order to be able to operate the phantom normally.

Her divine consciousness has been tempered by refining spirit grass, and it is far beyond the same level, but at this time, it is still a little difficult to cultivate.

The needles are as thin as a hair, and it is even more difficult when the divine sense penetrates, and she can only practice ten at a time, and it takes a whole night of hard work to complete half of it.

For three whole days, she closed her door, meditating constantly to restore her spiritual power and divine sense, and then kept probing into the fine needles and penetrating her own breath imprints.

After the last five fine needles were successfully refined, He Miaomiao finally felt that subtle connection, which was closer than the connection between the different fire and her, and she was more able to move at will.

Her mind moved, and she saw more than 9,000 thin needles suddenly fly up, flashing in the air, as if attracting each other, instantly condensed into willow leaf daggers, and shot left and right under her control, with the sound of brushing through the air, and the aura fluctuations scratched the surrounding walls with shallow marks.

He Miaomiao hurriedly withdrew her hand, repaired the shallow marks, looked at the dagger in her hand and praised again and again: "Before injecting spiritual power, it has such power, if it is a fighting method, it will definitely be stronger." ”

Putting the Phantom back into her storage bag, she walked out of the inner room beaming with joy.

He Quanling was practicing his sword outside the door, he did not use spiritual power, and the small courtyard was not damaged.

This swordsmanship called "Breaking the Sky" is obviously not as strong as half of its name, He Miaomiao picked up the jade slip and looked at it, and couldn't help laughing.

"Breaking the sky, this is the meaning of breaking out of the sky!"

He Quanling practiced for several days, and he also felt that there were some tricks, although he was fooled by that person, but he thought that a few tricks were better than no rules.

But hearing He Miaomiao say this, he also disliked this swordsmanship even more, and simply stopped moving.

"Miao Miao, has your phantom sacrifice been refined?"

"Well, I'm not very proficient in using it, and I still have to hone it a lot in actual combat. ”

In Lingnan, the most common are only swordsmanship and sword techniques, and some niche attack magic weapons have almost no magic skills, and even if they do, they are included in the hands of sects or high-level monks, so scattered cultivators can only rely on their own comprehension.

"We've been delayed here for a few days, so it's better to leave here and rest in Qingyun City. ”

He Quanling naturally had no objection, put away the Qingxuan Sword, took the array from the ground, and put it back in the storage bag.

"Let's go, you can also hunt beasts and practice on the way this time, and then the hope of entering the sect will be even greater!"

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Out of the city, the two of them no longer have to dodge and dodge, and they will no longer run for their lives in a panic when they bump into low-level demon beasts.

In the continuous fighting, both of them have become more and more proficient in manipulating magic weapons, and have found the most suitable and fastest and powerful attack method for themselves.

The road to Qingyun City was not remote and barren, after all, demon beasts were rare to see, until they came out of the mountain forest, they only harvested five different types of first-order mid-order demon beasts.

When the demon beast was in the first order, there was no demon pill, and it was the same as the qi refining cultivator, but the physical body was a little stronger, and there was some spiritual power in the body, and the difference between it and the mortal beast was not too big.

But this doesn't mean that first-order demon beasts are worthless. The small restaurants and tea shops in the city will collect some low-level demon beast meat and make a high-level spiritual meal for low-level monks who have plenty of money to eat.

At the beginning of the second order, the demon beasts began to form the Inner Dan.

However, the inner pill of the second-order demon beast is not valuable, and can only be used to refine low-level magic weapons or pills, which is not far from the price of the second-order lower-grade spirit grass, as low as thirty spirit stones, and the rare ones are only about fifty spirit stones.

Only when it reaches the third order, the inner pill of the demon beast can be regarded as truly formed, and the price of the transaction can be increased.

But for casual cultivation, hunting beasts is still the most profitable spirit stone.

Even if it is a first-order demon beast, it can sell its fur and sharp teeth to the magic weapon shop, sell the beast blood to the talisman shop, and sell the beast meat to the restaurant tea shop.

It's just that the risk of hunting beasts is extremely high, and you can only try it in the late stage of qi refining.

If the monk didn't have a magic weapon in his hand, it would be easy to be killed and devoured by the demon beast, so He Miaomiao and the others were also hunting beasts for the first time.

"Miao Miao, there is Qingyun City in front, there must be a lot of monks robbing at the city gate, let's rest for a while before leaving." ”

He Miaomiao nodded, "You set up the formation first, and I'll come back after a round of exploration." ”

Past experience has taught them that the closer they are to the city, the more likely they are to have accidents.

Many people would be near the city, robbing and killing tired monks, taking them by surprise in what seemed to be the safest place.

He Miaomiao didn't walk far, and didn't find any demon beasts or ambushed monks, so she was ready to turn around and leave.

Suddenly, I heard a cry for help in the distance, and the young woman's voice was sharp, accompanied by the lewd laughter of the two male cultivators.

He Miaomiao was a little hesitant, not knowing whether she should step forward to help.

Reason told her that the situation ahead was unclear, and that she and Quan Ling together were not necessarily opponents;

But when she heard the terrible scream, one after another drilled into her ears, she always felt that she deliberately ignored it and did not save her death, and she felt a little embarrassed in her heart.

When he was hesitating, he saw He Quanling also heard the screams and came here, and when he saw her standing well, he let go of his hanging heart.

"Miao Miao, do you want to go up and help?"

It was also the first time they had encountered such a thing, and no one taught them whether they should be brave or not.

Although they have been used and betrayed since their cultivation, their hearts have become colder and harder, but they are not ruthless people after all.

The woman's voice resounded through the mountains and forests again, as if sensing that there was someone here, and her cries for help became more urgent.

He Miaomiao gritted her teeth and said, "Go! If you don't go, you will inevitably leave regrets!"

The two of them made a decision, and at the same time, they moved their bodies and instantly came to the source of the sound.

"Two little Taoist friends, the road is facing the sky, how come they don't understand the rules?"

A tenth-layer young man in a blue Dao robe with a wicked smile on his face, pinching a female cultivator's neck with his right hand, stood behind him and walked around with his left hand.

Another middle-aged male cultivator was dressed in gray, and he was also a tenth-level qi refining man, standing aside with his hands in his hands, but his spiritual power was already secretly operating in his hands, ready to strike at any time.

The female cultivation qi is seven layers, the half-pulled bun is scattered on the beautiful face, the tears can't fall off, and the red lips that bite out the blood make people feel pity.

Seeing He Miaomiao and He Quanling coming, she immediately stopped shouting, her desperate eyes suddenly lit up, as if she was about to grasp a life-saving straw, her eyes stared at the two of them and refused to turn her eyes.

He Miaomiao was too lazy to quarrel with the male cultivator, and with a move of his mind, he sacrificed the phantom, and the dagger spun rapidly in mid-air, shooting towards the gray-clothed middle-aged man.

He Quanling made a tacit move, and the Qingxuan Sword was divided into six, and the tip of the sword was facing forward in the air, striking at the blue-clothed young man.

"Top-grade magic weapon!" The gray-clothed middle-aged man had a pang in his heart, but his eyes were full of greed, and he took out a tattered short knife and attacked the phantom with a sound of breaking through the air.

For a while, the aura was violent, and the entire mountain forest resounded with the sound of a roaring fight.