Chapter 6 Sword Pills and Pills

When he left from the heavenly court, Tianpeng had passed on Meng Huan's basic method of sacrificing some magic weapons, including swords, flags, seals, and rings.

The sword pill is one of the magic weapons of the flying sword. All magic weapons, most of them are mainly refined, refining into immortal treasures is immortal treasures, magic weapons are magic weapons. It is extremely difficult to improve the grade of the magic weapon by cultivating the magic weapon by itself, unless you find good materials and practice it with your own true fire, but how is this different from refining a weapon?

The sword pill is different, as long as it is refined into a carrying thing and cultivated with its own mana, it can exert a great power far beyond itself at a critical moment. In ancient times, monks were nourished by the energy of Gengjin in their lungs, and a flying sword, but they could use a sword made of mere iron to take people's lives and thousands of miles away.

According to legend, there is also the way to be realized by oneself, attached to the sword, called the way of raising the way as a weapon, this method can cut the sun, moon and stars.

And Meng Huan at this time, with iron essence, after a month and a half of mana cultivation, he can definitely hit the effect of a blow from the Purple Mansion, and the sword pill can be controlled freely, which is more powerful than the above-grade magic weapon King Kong Zhuo can exert at this time.

The old blacksmith pulled the bellows, Meng Huan held the hammer in one hand, hammered on the iron essence one after another, pinched the magic seal in the other hand, and engraved the runes on the iron, and the iron was reduced little by little, but Meng Huan knew that the weight of this piece of iron was not reduced, but heavier.

In less than half an hour, a palm-sized piece of iron was beaten into an iron pill the size of a peanut, Meng Huan knew that the sword pill was about to be completed, so he quickly bit the tip of his tongue and spit blood on the iron pill. The blood stuck to the iron pill, but it did not evaporate, but little by little it submerged into the iron pill and disappeared.

This mouthful is pure yang blood, Meng Huan has not yet cultivated the Yuan Spirit, otherwise why is it so troublesome, directly engrave the prohibition, brand the Yuan Spirit, and a sword pill can be refined.

Under the surprised gaze of the old blacksmith, Meng Huan pinched the iron pill with his mana and swallowed it with his mouth. The extremely hot sword pill was swallowed into the abdomen, sank into the dantian, and returned to the Qi Sea Cave, Rao is Meng Huan wrapped it with mana, he was also burned, his stomach was uncomfortable, and his mana was also consumed.

At this time, Meng Huan couldn't help but think, if he refined himself into a real fire, why did he need to be like this, and he was burned.

The old blacksmith was dumbfounded, and the red-hot iron pellet was swallowed like this without quenching? Isn't it hot? Does anyone who has the ability like to eat iron balls? If he wants to learn the secret art of wrought iron, will he also eat red-hot iron balls? Will he be scalded?

Meng Huan ignored the old blacksmith's thoughts, and said bluntly: "I'll come back tomorrow, go back first, what should you do." With a wave of his hand, he left the smithy.

Today, he is already injured, and it is not suitable for refining weapons. If it is said that refining a sword pill will refine oneself like this, not to mention that there will be no one in the future, but there will definitely be no ancients before.

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When he got home, Meng Huan saw his little black cat squatting at the door, and felt a trace of warmth uncontrollably in his heart. It's only been less than a day since I entered the house, and I know that I have come to greet my master.

Who knew that the little black cat turned its head, shrunk into a hairball, turned its back to Meng Huan, and squatted at the foot of the door motionless. No matter how Meng Huan watched, it stood still.

"Hmph, ignore you, bring people back, I haven't seen anyone for a day, and I said to chat with them. The black cat murmured, the voice was very small, but it was still heard by Meng Huan, and he couldn't help but feel funny.

Meng Huan was cute, and at this moment he thought that even if this cat was not a heaven and earth spirit beast, he would always take it with him as his concern in this world.

"Kitten, don't blame the master, the master is not busy. ”

"You're not someone else's master, you're someone else's... Slaves to slaves, to slaves. Ignore you. He shut his mouth again.

"Why isn't it your master, can the master take you wherever he goes in the future?" After speaking, he was about to reach out and pick it up, but the kitten flashed and flashed to the side, still ignoring Meng Huan.

After a long time, Meng Huan made many treaties, and the kitten ignored him. It's like taking it with you when you go out, how long you have to talk to it every day, how much fruit you have to eat every day, and so on.

There is only one point, it has to be called Meng Huan's master.

At this time, walking on the road, the villagers who came home from farming saw a strange scene, a twenty-eight teenager, squatting at the door and talking to a black cat, they couldn't hear what Meng Huan said, only that he was crazy.

"That kid is really pitiful, he just went crazy when he entered our village. ”

"What nonsense, he was originally a baby in our village, and he came back after going crazy. ”

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The people who return from work have no entertainment, and this is the only thing left to talk about.

They were so far away that they couldn't hear what Meng Huan said, but Meng Huan could hear what they said, with a black line on his face, he picked up the kitten and went back to the house and closed the door.

rubbed his hands on the kitten, and muttered: "It's all your fault, I have lost face, and the whole village will probably think I'm crazy." ”

"Hmph, bad master. The kitten didn't eat this, jumped off Meng Huan's arm, squatted on the table, and looked at Meng Huan.

"By the way, kitten, you don't have a name yet, do you?"

"Well, they don't have names. ”

"How about I get you one? Although I asked it, I had an affirmative tone, as if I would rub you if you didn't let me take a name.

The kitten nodded in agreement.

Meng Huan looked at the kitten less than seven inches, and he could cover it with his hands all the time, and a name flashed through his mind and blurted out.

"Shall I call you balls?" Meng Huan was stunned, he seemed to be a little uncontrollable, as a man in the new era of the twenty-first century, he actually took such a low-end name.

Without waiting for him to change his words, the kitten nodded and returned: "My name is Maruko, I seem to remember that my name is Maruko." ”

Meng Huan covered his face with his hands, speechless in his heart, not knowing whether to sigh for his talent in naming himself, or pity for the kitten's ignorance.

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The words are divided into two ends, in the land temple, the fox demon draws a talisman, I don't know what he is planning, it has lived for more than a hundred years, but it is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

More than twenty miles away, the tiger demon was lying in the cave, his paws on a stone plate, his eyes were foggy, and he didn't know what good things he was thinking.

Dongsheng Shenzhou, on the Huaguo Mountain of the overseas Aolai country, the aura is sufficient, and the scene of a blessed land is worthy of the ancestral veins of the ten continents, the dragon from the three islands, and the fragments of chaos. And at this time, there are no big demons and big demons who dare to occupy this mountain, and there are all small demons and monsters on the mountain, which is really strange.

It has been fifty or sixty years since the stone monkey was born, and he is being a happy monkey king in the water curtain cave, eating spiritual fruits, drinking fine wine, and breeding monkeys and monkeys.

Tianpeng in the Heavenly Palace, he has long stopped paying attention to Meng Huan, but is dealing with various military affairs, and he is very busy, he has cultivated a little bit of the great supernatural power of knowing the future, and has a premonition of the catastrophe that will happen, but he still does his duty, and does not want the demons and some mysterious beings in the ancient starry sky to enter the earth immortal realm.

And the curtain generals under the queen mother, whose cultivation is not high, do some work every day to lift the bead curtain, eat and wait for death. Forget that immortals are immortal.

Providence is like a knife, and they can't see through their fate.