After the baptism of the formation, Chen Yue already knew that he was in a spatial passage. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He felt the flow of space intently, and after a few breaths, his eyes lit up, and then a dog gnawed mud and fell into the "Qiqiao Zen Temple".

His mind became clearer and clearer, thinking that there was still soup stewed in the "treasure box", and he hurried to the backyard.

The crockpot was still in place, and he opened it carefully, and immediately wanted to cry without tears. The water had long since dried up, and the bones had been boiled into powder.

"One thousand taels......" Chen Yue was unwilling, took the sea bowl, and finally forced out a small half bowl of amber broth, which he drank in one gulp.

Tiredness welled up like a tidal wave, and he went back to his bedroom and fell asleep.

His consciousness gradually fell silent, but the formations in his mind were like elves, constantly merging and differentiating. Some of the new formations were wiped out under mutual confirmation, and the rest of the formations were fused and differentiated again, and so on......

The sea of gods then evaporated, and patches of mist filled the air, and the previously clear blue sea and blue sky gradually turned into a chaotic sea of fog.

Suddenly, one by one, the formation patterns were fixed one after another. When the last formation pattern was fixed, the chaotic "Divine Sea" suddenly boiled and exploded.

Chen Yue woke up in shock, looked at his "Divine Sea" again, and couldn't help but be stunned. The "Divine Sea" seemed to disappear, and his divine soul was directly exposed to the starry sky. In other words, his "sea of gods" has become an endless starry sky.

"This ......" He didn't find anything wrong except that he felt that his spirit was stronger and his thinking was clearer. In a blink of an eye, he thought of what he should do now, and immediately entered the cultivation room.

The "Space Ring" flashed with light, and pieces of colorful ore erupted out, piling up into a three-foot-high mountain in the blink of an eye. These were the only spiritual materials he had left, and it was imperative to verify their attributes clearly.

He raised a finger and secretly lucked "Thunder Gang Qi". The fingertips flashed, and a pure blue flame rose......

Five days later, Chen Yue walked out of the cultivation room, his eyes were gloomy, and he went to the restaurant after a little freshening up.

At noon, there were more than a dozen tables of guests sitting in the lobby, and it was very lively. The guy was holding the dish, recognized Chen Yue at a glance, and greeted happily: "Master Xiaoqi, what are you eating today!"

"Shabu whole sheep, old rules, sheep bones for me. Chen Yue replied casually and sat down at a table at random.

The whole sheep and the bottom of the pot were then served, Chen Yue unfolded his senses, picked up the chopsticks and started eating, but there was a bitterness in his heart.

In the past five days, he relied on his powerful divine sense to forcibly verify the attributes of various spiritual materials. But because there is no "spiritual root", the most subtle changes cannot be grasped. In other words, what he sees is only the phenomenon, and the law after the phenomenon is only deduced by him. As for the law itself, he was completely unable to grasp it......

In this way, the knowledge he learned was nothing more than the art of slaying dragons. If there are no dragons in the world, and if you don't know where the dragons are, how can you slaughter them?

"Spirit Root ......" Chen Yue sighed again in his heart, and the "Liangyi Mirror" in the "Divine Sea" vibrate, passing on all the perceptions and experiences during this period to the ontology. The way of formation and refining can only be continued by the body.

After eating a whole sheep, Chen Yue returned to the Zen Monastery with sheep bones and a can of "quenching soup base". took out the Dongtian Spirit Spring and stewed the bone broth, and he took out the "Little Four Elephant Furnace".

Put the "Snow Flame Charcoal" into the belly of the furnace, and as soon as the palm of the "True Yuan" is spit out, the coke will burn.

The furnace roared softly, and a trace of heaven and earth vitality around it was sucked in by the gluttonous stove feet, and the white flame grew high, like a pure and flawless crystal.

Chen Yue put the black pot on it, thinking that the bottom of the pot would rest on the sculpture of the "Four Elephants", but the black pot was just suspended an inch above the flame, steady.

"Huh?" Chen Yue was curious, reached out and pressed the black pot, the black pot seemed to be placed on a stone, and it was still stable.

After a few breaths, a pot of water boiled. Chen Yue curiously poured a cup and tasted it lightly, the water was fresh, sweet in the stomach, and his teeth and cheeks were full of relish.

"Good water, it actually stimulates the spirituality in the water quality to the extreme...... Chen Yue was in high spirits, savored the next glass of water, and just wanted to drink another glass. It seems that this kind of water will not get tired no matter how you drink it.

"Good stove!" Chen Yue exclaimed, and then he knew why the "Qiqiao Fairy" gave this stove to himself. The plane formed by the flame can also be used as a forging table. Thinking like this, he threw a "Qi Gathering Stone" on it.

The "Qi Gathering Stone" can attract the vitality of heaven and earth, and the effect is very different because of its different qualities. This "gas stone" is the size of an egg and has a mixed texture. However, under the calcination of the snow-white flame, the impurities in it gradually turned into magma and dripped away.

After about a stick of incense, a finger-sized multi-faceted crystal appeared in front of Chen Yue. There are a total of 12 sides of the crystal, each of which is a regular pentagon, and the light is brilliant.

Chen Yue's eyes lit up, and he picked up the crystal, and his hand was as warm as jade. The scent of heaven and earth vitality poured into it, and it was such a spar, which could be used to build the "Yuan Qi Pool" and drive the magic circle, which can be said to be very useful. But because its wool is no different from ordinary stones, ordinary people don't know it when they pick it up.

Chen Yue's mind was like electricity, and an idea suddenly came to him: "Since I can't refine a weapon, why don't I change a magic weapon." Thinking like this, he took out a bunch of spiritual materials again, picking out one of each, a total of dozens of pieces.

Spiritual materials are divided into nine levels according to spirituality, and the higher the level, the more spirituality is sufficient. This batch of spiritual materials is mainly of the eighth and ninth grades, and there are only a few pieces of the seventh grade. Although the grade is not high, the category is complete.

Chen Yue stared at the pile of materials and calculated silently, and the more he calculated, the brighter his eyes became. After a while, he adjusted the weight of the material again, and as soon as he raised his hand, he waved out dozens of drops of essence blood, which dripped on each material separately.

The essence and blood are like a dragon returning to the sea, and it will merge with the material in a few breaths. A smile appeared at the corner of Chen Yue's mouth, and as soon as his mind moved, dozens of materials gathered into a ball, turning into a two-foot diameter ball of materials, which was thrown by Chen Yue onto the "Little Four Elephant Furnace".

A trace of impurities turned into magma and was calcined, and dozens of materials fused together to form a colorful sphere. The strange thing is that dozens of materials are entangled and fighting each other like ribbons, and the boundaries are clear.

As the impurities are continuously refined, the material solution gradually shrinks to the size of a watermelon, which is crystal clear.

At the same time, Chen Yue directly used his divine thoughts to imprint a formation diagram on the tip of his tongue with a drop of essence blood,

As soon as the formation was completed, endless suction power was born, and he began to frantically extract his mental energy, true yuan, and qi and blood......

Chen Yue was shocked, but then he thought of something, gritted his teeth and persevered.

The array diagram was constantly refined under the nourishment of spirit, qi and blood, and soul, and at the same time released an indescribable immense aura, as if everything was possible in front of this aura.

"This power is definitely not what I can have now, let alone what I can bear now......" Chen Yue saw that he was about to be sucked dry, and finally made up his mind, biting the tip of his tongue and shouting: "Change!"

A stream of purple blood spilled onto the material solution, and there was a drop of black blood in it. The black blood fell directly into the center of the ball, and the ball of solution shrank at the same time, almost in between breaths, and disappeared. The black blood light flashed, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a black hammer and fell on the "Little Four Elephant Furnace".

The handle of the hammer was more than a foot long, like a black branch. The hammer head is the size of a teacup, and it is also jet black. No matter how you look at it, it's all an ordinary blacksmith's hammer.

Chen Yue felt like he was connected with flesh and blood, and he held it in his palm very easily. Although it has a mass of dozens of catties, it does not feel gravity at all when it is wielded.

It was already dark outside the house, and he was about to put away the hammer, when the light of the hammer flashed and appeared directly in his "Jinghai".

"Natal Artifact ......" he thought of something, and almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood again.

He just wanted to use the formation diagram he deduced as his soul, his own essence and blood as a guide, and use dozens of low-grade materials as the skeleton to turn into a blacksmith hammer out, and he actually drummed up a natal magic weapon.

Magic weapons are naturally good things, and natal magic weapons are magic weapons that are cultivated with their own lives and can be continuously strengthened as the master breaks through the realm, and ordinary monks will choose carefully.

The higher the grade of the natal artifact, the greater the potential. With the grade of Chen Yue's blacksmith hammer, no matter how much effort is spent, there will be no future. And once the blacksmith's hammer is damaged, he himself will be injured. If you forcibly cut off the connection with the blacksmith's hammer, it is tantamount to cutting off your hands and feet, and you will not only be seriously injured, but also affect your future cultivation.

Most of his energy was lost, and he couldn't afford to care about it, so he drank a cup of tea and went back to the bedroom to sleep.

This night, he slept very deeply, and only woke up hungry three days later, and the sun set outside the window. Open the "treasure box", drink a bowl of thick soup, and gradually recover your mental strength.

It was already the end of the month, and he hadn't practiced internal strength for half a month, so he washed up and went to the inner cultivation area again.

The night market in Beijing is divided into four seasons, and the impetuousness of summer has faded, and the lights of thousands of homes are more and more charming. On the inner moat, the delicate painting boat flows endlessly, among which the well-dressed beasts, the colorful skirts are flying, or playing the piano, or singing, or drinking and ordering, which is prosperous and prosperous.

Chen Yue walked on the road and couldn't help but calculate the account for himself. After coming to the capital for more than a month, not counting the 10,000 taels given to Chen Lan, his expenditure on food was 20,000 taels. Even if he has a "treasure box", in the future, he will only use the bones of demon beasts to make soup, and his monthly food expenses will be at least 10,000 taels. This ten thousand taels can only allow him to cultivate at a normal speed. If he continues like this, he will starve to death in another half a year. Even if Yongcheng's dividends are added, his income can only sustain his daily cultivation.

"The path of cultivation, the wealth and the law, as expected. It's no wonder that Nanba Tian would rather bear the infamy and continue the pimp business. It's the same with the ontology.,If this doppelganger wants to continue to grow.,It's also open source.。 Chen Yue sighed secretly, gradually made a decision in his heart, and strode into the "Wude Fang".