Chapter 138 Magic Weapon Seed Spirit

This is the biggest purpose of Mo Qing's stay here - to completely control this four-edged hammer magic weapon. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In fact, Mo Qing had this idea for a long time, but the damage to the Yuan Shen was too serious before, and he was unable to construct the Divine Sense Rune, so he had to give up.

Now after this period of self-treatment, although the Yuan Shen has not fully recovered, it should not be a problem to construct a divine sense rune and complete the cultivation of a magic weapon.

The so-called seed spirit refers to using the divine sense to construct a special rune called 'control' according to Huang Lao's heresy, and then imprinting it into the magic weapon.

After completing the spirit seeding, you can command a magic weapon.

Not all magic weapons need to use this kind of rune to plant spirits, after all, not everyone can complete the construction of runes.

Ordinary magic weapons, after dripping blood, plus material control and special spells, can also command the enemy.

It's just that it's less powerful than a person who uses his divine sense to plant spirits.

Mo Qing's divine sense is relatively strong, since he can complete the construction of the 'control' character script and plant the spirit of the magic weapon, then, naturally, he will not use the method of dripping blood.

Being able to exert some more power is something that no one will refuse.

This trip was already halfway through, and the closer he got to the Ten Thousand Ghost Gate, the stronger Mo Qing's desire to improve his strength became.

After entering the sect, no one knows what the situation is inside, and whether the competition is fierce.

For the sake of insurance, it is only right to improve your strength as soon as possible.

Without Tsukidan, it would be impossible to greatly increase mana, and now having one or two good magic weapons has become the best choice.

The four-edged hammer, held by Mo Qing's hands, was placed on his knees.

Mo Qing has now reached the point where his heart is like water, and there are no mood swings.

After carefully recalling everything about the Divine Consciousness Rune in my heart, and deducing it again in my heart, I began to construct the rune.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes slightly, and a moment later, an invisible wave of energy came out of his brow.

At this time, everything had changed in front of Mo Qing's eyes, there were no longer any candle windows, and in his sight, there was only a slow moving transparent light left.

The transparent light was created by his divine consciousness, and it was not difficult for him to condense his divine consciousness into a stream of light.

Mo Qing carefully controlled the light of his divine consciousness in the air not far in front of him, slowly moving through the shape of the rune in his heart.

The light of the divine consciousness seemed to be manipulated by an invisible hand, flexing and shuttling flexibly in the void.

With its slow but rhythmic movements, a progressively complex transparent rune slowly formed in the void.

It's just that as time passes, the runes gradually become more complex, and the speed at which the divine sense rays shuttle decreases a few points.

Because the further back you go, the more you need to pay attention to, and the connections between the rays must not be faulty, otherwise one of them will be ruined.

This kind of rune ink blue had been built before, otherwise it would not have been possible to look so proficient.

Time passed minute by minute, and the 'control' character text became more and more perfect, more and more complex, and when Mo Qing whispered "condensation" in his heart, the tail end of the divine consciousness light just passed through the last node.

An invisible shock suddenly came from the void in front of him, and the complete 'control' character text emitted a brilliant light in Mo Qing's eyes.

Seeing that the runes were completely constructed by himself, Mo Qing's face couldn't help but show a smile.

After carefully looking at the rune, Mo Qing put away the smile on his face, and as soon as his heart moved, he controlled the rune to carefully fly towards the four-edged hammer in his hand.

After the rune came into contact with the quadrangular hammer, it paused for a moment, and then completely disappeared into it.

However, Mo Qing's expression did not relax, and after the rune entered the four-sided hammer, his eyes suddenly opened.

Looking at the magic weapon in his hand, there were words in his mouth, but his voice was low and fast, and he couldn't hear what he was saying.

This action lasted for about a quarter of an hour before the muffled sound of the spell stopped, and then, Mo Qing slapped the hammer handle with one hand.

With his slap, a layer of light flashed on the hammer.

It was only at this time that Mo Qing really relaxed, and looked at the magic weapon in his hand with some curiosity.

The level of the black flags obtained in the past was too low to accept the spirit seed, so it was only controlled by the method of dripping blood.

So this is the first time he has planted a spirit for a magic weapon, and he is also full of expectations for what will happen to a successful magic weapon that has planted a spirit.

Thinking of this, Mo Qing's heart moved, and spiritual power poured out, and the four-edged hammer that was originally in his hand immediately floated into the air, looking very unusual.

With Mo Qing's command, the one-foot-long four-sided hammer shook slightly in the air, and then suddenly circled in the air.

The heavy hammer body is extremely nimble, up and down in the air, hovering left and right, and flying up and down.

A bitter wind followed closely during the flight, so that now the room was filled with the sound of whirring wind.

After controlling the quadrangular hammer to hover in the air for a while, Mo Qing nodded with satisfaction.

It seems that the spirit is still better than a drop of blood, and just the feeling of flowing water in the operation of the magic weapon is not comparable to a drop of blood.

When manipulating the black flag, he didn't have this kind of pleasant feeling, and there was always some jerky meaning between actions.

Although it doesn't affect the operation much, it is not as enjoyable as the current one.

As Mo Qing's mind turned, the four-edged hammer that had originally danced into a phantom in the air stopped, floating quietly in front of Mo Qing.

As it stopped, so did the harsh winds. There was silence again.

After a wisp of flame popped out from Mo Qing's finger, the candle extinguished by the strong fan bloomed again, shining again on the four-edged hammer floating in the air.

"The speed is not satisfied, it is rare that the speed is still powerful, it seems that I felt right that day, if I hadn't used the Nether Flower to pit that guy, I would definitely be unable to escape death......"

Controlling the quadrangular hammer to flip twice in the air, Mo Qing increased the input of mana, and with his intentional control, the quadrangular hammer continued to grow, until the hammer head rose to the thickness of the tabletop, and then stopped the trend of getting bigger.

A feeling of depression in the heart rushed to the face, and the huge quadrangular hammer immediately lined the space in the room with a small size.

This feeling was something Mo Qing had never experienced, he controlled the huge four-edged hammer and swung it twice in the room, and a heavy momentum like a mountain immediately appeared.

What would happen if this hit someone?Mo Qing looked at the huge four-edged hammer and thought with some horror.

Then he increased the output of mana, wanting to see if the hammer would bring him a different kind of surprise.

With the continuous influx of mana, the color of the hammer head of the quadrangular prism gradually turned purple, and the four edges became more and more obvious, like four dormant dragons, as if they would burst out and hurt people in the next moment.

There were some lightning flashes from several edges, and although they did not touch, they gave people a sense of rage.

When it hits the body, the taste is definitely not much better.

Mo Qing resisted the idea of slamming a hammer on the ground to see the power, and with a move of his hand, the huge four-edged hammer immediately shrank rapidly, and when it fell into Mo Qing's hands, it became the size of one foot before.

It seems that the previous prediction was good, and this hammer is really not ordinary.

After playing with it twice in his hand, Mo Qing moved his handle, and the four-edged hammer immediately drilled into his sleeve and disappeared without a trace.

Feeling the mana in his body, he realized that after the action just now, the mana in his body disappeared by nearly one percent.

It seems that this guy is not only amazingly powerful, but also a little unbearable.

These days, Mo Qing's mood has been very depressed, and the power of the four-edged hammer just now made his heavy mood a little better.

Taking advantage of the current momentum, Mo Qing moved his hand slightly, and another object appeared in his hand.

The magic weapon he got this time was not just a four-edged hammer, and the short spear he got from the man in black before was also not simple.

Looking at the short spear with a sharp tip in his hand, Mo Qing was silent for a while, then slowly closed his eyes, and after a while, an invisible energy fluctuation poured out from Mo Qing's eyebrows......

A crescent moon rose from behind the large willow trees to the east of the town, shedding a silvery glow.

After a day of noisy town, it finally quieted down, and under the caress of the moonlight, there was a different kind of silence.

It's not too late, and you can hear from the sound of the drums that it's just the second watch.

It's just that it gets dark early in late autumn, and there is no entertainment in the town at night, so most people who have been busy all day climb into bed early after dinner.

Or fall asleep, or do some secret that no one knows.

The drums sounded from time to time, and the shouts of the husband from afar, such as 'the sky is dry and dry ......', added to the loneliness of the night.

Not far from the big willow tree at the east end of the town is a family.

Look at the tall vermilion gate and the vast courtyard to know that this is a wealthy family.

At this time, except for a few rooms where the lights were still on, most of the rooms in this courtyard were already devoid of fire, revealing a different kind of tranquility under the silver moonlight.

With the slight creak of the wooden door being opened, an old man carrying a lantern came into the courtyard.

It was supposed to be a butler or something, and after checking the locked-out doors with a lantern, he went back to his room.

After that, the rooms that were still lit fell into darkness one after another.

A long and quiet night completely descended on this family at this moment.

Not far away, a white shadow seemed to flicker on the large willow tree where a lot of leaves had fallen......