The Heavenly Aid Refining Method is one of the many refining methods, and it is a method to put half-practiced magic weapons in the treasure land and treasure them for a long time, so that they can absorb the essence of heaven and earth and evolve independently. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The magic weapon cultivated in this method is extremely powerful, but the refining materials are relatively cheap, and the growth is high, which is an excellent material for refining the natal magic weapon. The only drawback is that the refining time is too long, and ordinary magic weapons have to be treasured for ten or twenty years. Those powerful magic weapons are more than a hundred years old.

So, this method gradually declined.

"It's been hidden for thousands of years, and it's only been more than 200 years now, forget it, it doesn't matter, it's a big deal that I pour a little yin qi into it myself. I just don't know if the amount of blood has arrived, and if it doesn't, I'll have to do it myself, it's really troublesome!"

Lin Daoxun pondered.

As for the question of whether he could accept that magic weapon, Lin Daoxun thought about it for a second and didn't think about it - just kidding, after absorbing more than 200 years of yin qi, do you still want to listen to Lin Daoxun's orders?

A quarter of an hour later, the lines on the high platform suddenly bloomed with endless light, and the entire burial chamber turned blood-red.

In this blood red, the high platform suddenly opened, and a red light flew out of it, and in the endless blood red, it was very inconspicuous. But Lin Daoxun clearly discovered this scene through the induction of yin qi.

The body of that red light was a very thin needle, like a cow's hair. Not to mention that in such a red light, even if it is placed under a clear sky, it is difficult to find.

"It's so well concealed, it's really good to use it for assassination or sneak attack!" Lin Daoxun admired in his heart.

The red light swirled twice in the air, as if it was feeling the taste of freedom. After that, he turned around sharply, aimed the tip of the needle at Lin Daoxun, and stabbed him at a very fast speed.

Because of its small size, all the wind resistance in the air is almost small, and coupled with its great power, the speed of assassination is simply faster than lightning. Lin Daoxun only saw it move for a moment, and he felt a pain in his body.

Looking at the chest again, a very small wound has already appeared.

"It easily pierced my body, and the power was huge. It is much stronger than the Wutian Poison Demon Wheel, and it seems that this needle has indeed become a magic weapon. ”

Lin Daoxun said that he was very satisfied, he turned around to look again, but the needle was aimed at him again, and he wanted to do it again.

"Come here!"

Lin Daoxun beckoned, and the blood needle in the air paused for a moment, and then flew to Lin Daoxun's hand and spun around.

The blood needle written in Feng Wushuang's suicide note is now in Lin Daoxun's hands, and it is as well-behaved as a cat raised at home.

Although he didn't recognize the master, and he didn't use any means against it, Lin Daoxun could feel everything about this needle, and as long as his mind moved, he could control it to make any moves.

Holding the needle, he could feel what was going on with it.

The accumulation of yin qi is seriously insufficient, and the blood is also much worse. Perhaps it was Feng Wushuang who invested everything in this needle, even if various factors were so insufficient, it also had the power of the magic weapon, and it also gave birth to the iconic thing of the magic weapon - simple spiritual wisdom.

Guan Bufan's Heavenly Fencing, as well as the defensive magic weapons used by many monks, have the ability to take the initiative to rescue when the master is in distress, but that is because of the effect of spells, formations and other blessings. And the needle in Lin Daoxun's hand took the initiative to attack after meeting someone.

It can't distinguish between some complex things, it only knows that it needs blood, so it attacks, not that it sees people attacking. As long as it is nourished by blood, it will attack no matter what kind of creature it is, because it is good for it.

And in front of Lin Daoxun, it felt cordial, and an instinct to make it obey, so it obeyed.

"Sure enough, as I expected, it is seriously undernourished!" Lin Daoxun pressed his eyebrows, and said in his heart: "Forget it, anyway, the Qianrui Essence Gold is in hand, and the speed is faster than I imagined, so let's do a big deal here!"

It has one hand, the blood needle drills into the red light, the glory of the high platform is gone, and the jade slip on the platform seems to have lost its protection.

Everything is back to the way it was before.

A few days later, a rumor began to circulate in Shengyun City and other surrounding cities.

It is said that a certain force plotting against the elite gold in the tomb of Feng Wushuang has caught the descendants of Feng Wushuang who have been incognito for a hundred years, and wants to ask for the map of the tomb.

The descendants of Feng Wushuang were tortured, and finally spoke. But where is this, where all evil gathers, and he can live if he says it?

The man died, and the force got the information. When some of the surviving descendants learned of this, they were furious and spread the information. As a result, in several surrounding cities, everyone was discussing the tomb of Feng Wushuang, and after a hundred years, this tomb once again set off a storm.

In a teahouse, Lin Daoxun drank leisurely and listened to the discussions of the other guests around him.

"Have you heard of it, that Feng Wushuang, before he died, he actually forced that piece of dry elite gold into a second-class magic weapon!"

"Hmph, I'm lonely, what you said was all the news a few days ago. Do you know what refining method Feng Wushuang is good at?"

"Who doesn't know this, God helps the law!"

"Then tell me, what grade will the second-class magic weapon be nourished to if it has been hidden in the tomb for a hundred years?"

"Please advise you. ”

"I just got the news, according to the guess of another refiner in the city, it is very likely that it is already a first-class magic weapon!"

There was an uproar in the tavern.

Lin Daoxun smiled, feeling very satisfied.

These rumors were naturally spread by him, of course, he didn't speak up himself, and it was easy to control a few people with yin qi. Of course, he couldn't say that there was a magic weapon hidden in the tomb, if something like that appeared, it would be a group of Yuanying monks.

Second-class magic weapons, this level can just attract a large number of monks, but it will not attract too powerful monks.

Don't look at the big competition at the outer gate of the Iron King City, the group of Qi refining cultivators in the competition are all holding sixth-rank, fifth-class, or even fourth-class magic weapons in their hands, but it was in the Iron King City, and the competition was a group of people. If you go deep into the scattered cultivation, you will find that a Qi refining cultivator can be considered rich if he can have two ninth-rank magic weapons.

Like the Jiedan monks in Shengyun City, most of the magic weapons they use are fourth-rank. At this time, a second-class magic weapon, maybe even a first-class magic weapon, appeared in front of them, and it didn't make them crazy!

"Spread a little more news and make those refiners go crazy too!"

A few days later, the news of the existence of the Feng Wushuang inheritance in the tomb spread throughout several cities, especially the method of forcibly raising the level of magic weapons against the sky in that inheritance, which attracted the attention of countless people.

No one doubted that this rumor was false, after all, Feng Wushuang was a fourth-rank refiner, but he practiced a second-rank magic weapon when he was dying, and it was impossible to say that there was no special method.

At the headquarters of a certain force, a monk at the peak of the Jiedan Peak sat in the hall and ordered, "This time, we must get the magic weapon and the inheritance in our hands. Tell the people below to catch a bunch of monks and open the way for me to be cannon fodder!"

"Yes!"

None of the subordinates below objected, and some even showed excitement on their faces.

In the area of the Judgment Villa, in a city, it is not possible to find a normal monk, let alone a good person. For these wicked people, only their own lives are called their lives, and the lives of others are nothing.

Therefore, Lin Daoxun did not take their lives seriously.