The cavern was filled with flames, and a pool of molten iron resembling golden magma was soaking with magma and thick black smoke.

These golden magma are made from the melting of gold dust, and the gold dust comes to the golden punishment of the earth, and the materials contained are quite mixed and uneven.

It must have cost a lot to condense the earth in the beginning, but it was worth less than 10% of the original value when it was broken into gold dust.

The reason why Yang Qing piled up a large amount of gold dust in the cave here was to suppress the fierce and scorching flames so that it could fit in, and secondly, to make room for wood powder, otherwise how could it be accommodated in the Purple Mansion, in addition, it was to smelt some high-grade refining materials, compared with gold dust, the amount would be drastically reduced, and the value might not be lost too much.

And there is an idea hidden in his heart, the burning ground is like an incomparably vast furnace, maybe it can be smelted by continuously smelting all kinds of subordinate land, smelting quite high-level and even rare refining materials.

Such a vacuumous idea, Yang Qing did not delve into it, there is no formula, how to smelt it.

The formula for smelting materials should exist, but it must be for some special material, such as dragon blood gold as the main ingredient, how much low-grade dark iron is proportioned, and so on.

For the mixed materials, how to smelt each other, how to smelt each other, most likely are consumed, and the remaining residues are not of great use, in this regard, Yang Qing feels that it is very impractical to smelt rare materials with high value or can be used for his own use, even if he is cautious, the value of the materials obtained in the end will be much lower than the powder that directly sells many of the land of the line.

It's better not to try.

Otherwise, it would be equivalent to a loss of five or six thousand pure spirit stones. It will even fall deeper and deeper, and put all the subordinate earth powder into it.

As far as the net worth at this time is concerned, it is nothing more than half of the shrinkage.

Of course, if you can smelt materials such as dragon blood gold, you can be regarded as turning over.

Yang Qing was reluctant to do such an almost ironclad loss, so he sold all the powder that belonged to the earth, and exchanged them for spirit stones to buy some high-level refining materials, but the monks had very high-level refining materials, and they would almost not sell them. will barter in exchange for what works for them. Although spirit stones are precious, they are not uncommon.

It may be possible to smelt a single row of the earth, but wood and water must not be used in this way.

Even if it is said, many lines belong to the earth. It is very unreliable to smelt gold, wood, water, fire and earth together. Yang Qing didn't completely dispel the thoughts.

Now. Yang Qing returned to the cave at full speed, and when he saw a pool of golden magma, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Quite irregular in the 'molten pool'. There is still too much golden magma, even if it is less than half compared to the gold powder, but it is still too much, and it is quite troublesome to put it away, not to mention, it is included in the purple mansion, almost intimate with the remaining wood powder, and the wood powder has been ignited before the golden magma loses its heat.

Yang Qing shrouded the golden magma with his divine sense, clasped his arms in front of his chest, and muttered a little helplessly, "Why don't you throw the wood powder into it, consume some wood powder, and reduce the molten iron, and then you can take it back!?"

The gold dust melts into molten iron, and the inferior quality is constantly removed, which will relatively lose some of the power of the gold industry, but on the whole, the quality is improving.

If the smelting continues, the grade of the molten iron will increase, but the amount will decrease, and the value will not be easy to determine.

Yang Qing only understands the skin of the five elements, and knows that it can't be single, fire overcomes gold, gold gives birth to water, and water overcomes fire, thinking that after a certain extent, these molten iron containing more gold power will solidify, and it will no longer be in the state of slurry.

"At most, you can put wood powder in it, otherwise there is no other way!"

Thinking to myself, the space in the purple mansion is limited, either throw away the wood powder and go to hold the golden molten iron, or only take half of the golden molten iron, or discard some of the golden molten iron and wood powder.

Now that he had made a decision in his heart, he didn't want to delay any longer, so he came to the 'molten pool' and waved his hand to spread the heavy wood powder on top of the tumbling golden molten iron.

"Boom!"

The golden molten iron boiled, and the wood powder either melted into it or turned into flames on the churning crests.

On time, black smoke billowed out!

Yang Qing's figure did not stop, sweeping the edge of the 'molten pool' and swaying wood powder, especially the deepest part of the 'molten pool', taking special care.

"Boom!"

The violent boiling was more ferocious than simply enhancing the flames with wood powder.

The golden molten iron visibly decreases to the naked eye, as if the pond water is rapidly drying up.

In the blink of an eye, the entire cave was filled with black smoke, and the cave spewed out black smoke even more, pouring all the wood powder in the purple mansion into the golden molten iron Yang Qing rushed out of the cave with the black smoke.

"Won't they all be wasted, the power of the gold line and the power of the wood line are all exhausted, so what will be left?

Yang Qing said to himself in disbelief, for refining materials, generally speaking, the stronger the power of the line, the more high-level, such as pig iron, ink-patterned iron, etc., can barely be regarded as a gold line material, because it is not only generated by the power of the gold line, a little addition of some other line materials, it will change, and it can even be used as no attribute.

Some very high-level materials only have the power of a line, and the power of the line is inseparable from the material, and there is no distinction between you and me.

The powder that is broken into the land of the line can only be regarded as a low-level material, but the power of the line is still inseparable from the material, even if it is broken into powder, the power of the line that Yang Qing separates from the powder of the line earth is not from the material, but the power of the line that is nourished and fed by the line of the land and is not completely integrated by the line of the earth.

However, the golden molten iron and wood powder in the 'molten pool' have been under the flames, and the power of the material itself has grown and restrained each other, and it is difficult to predict what it will become in the end.

"Boom!"

Black smoke billowed out, and Yang Qing's divine sense when he poked into the cave was quite disturbing. His expression then changed.

As far as the divine consciousness could see, the color of the molten iron had become chaotic, and it was impossible to tell what color it was, and the chaotic molten iron was not only shrinking dramatically, but also constantly forming into a chaotic and pale cinder of charcoal, burning and turning into charred pieces.

sighed in his heart, and secretly said, "Ruined!"

The charcoal slag and the charred fragments of the cinder have been destroyed, and have no value, and are not as good as pig iron.

I felt a slight pain in my flesh, and I saw that the molten iron with a messy color was still rapidly condensing into a charcoal slag shape. There is not much hope for this. But he didn't turn away immediately, and his divine consciousness let go of his vigilance, waiting for it to be all destroyed.

The molten iron shrank rapidly, like a low tide.

And so it was over. The cluttered molten iron is only a radius of two zhang and a few feet. The rate of condensation has slowed down.

Yang Qing's heart perked. If you look closely, you can see if it is caused by the deepening of the molten iron, and it is indeed so.

"Don't get your hopes up"

"Huh!?"

Take a closer look. I found the difference, only to see the boiling variegated molten iron within a radius of two feet, the edge of the slag formed very quickly, and the middle part, that is, the small half zhang range, became more viscous, and the color gradually got rid of the clutter.

Plunging your Divine Sense into it, it felt like your feet stepping on a muddy swamp, and you found that the small parts of it were fading and becoming transparent, and solidifying rapidly, and the range was smaller than if you were holding your hands together.

Yang Qing inadvertently pulled out a smile and muttered, "Good thing!"

With a flick of his legs, he rushed into the cavern.

Smoke was still billowing from the cavern, and the shards of charcoal were trampled to a 'gurgling' sound, and in the blink of an eye they were beside the molten iron of various colors.

At this point, the anomaly in the small half-zhang area was even more obvious, it was solidifying rapidly, not being calcined to black.

Yang Qing carefully investigated with his divine sense, and soon, it was either a charred black fragment, or it was solidified, he took out the broken Pu knife, and collected the small half-zhang area, which was slightly messy and blue-yellow.

"Click!", it didn't take much effort to clean the charred black, and the charred pieces stuck to it like dirt. Sweep it away.

The shape is irregular, like a semi-circular pebble, which looks unremarkable. It was still a little warm to the touch, but it soon became tepid, and the feeling of the hand was like gold and not gold, wood and wood, and stone and not stone, which was quite strange and not heavy, and it was not much different from rocks of the same size.

Yang Qing was amazed, knowing that this was not the time to check carefully, after turning over his hand and entering the Purple Mansion, he saw that there was nothing available in the cave, and he returned to the tribe at full speed.

His tribe was only three or four thousand miles away from the place of the stake, and it would only take half a day to gallop at full speed.

Along the way, he tempered his body with the power of the five elements in the blood-colored earth to balance his subordinates, and he returned to the tribe smoothly without encountering anything.

The two-story attic has been damaged, there is no place to live, so I have to buy it again, I once wanted to buy an attic magic weapon after selling many lines of earth powder, and now many of the lines of the earth are still there, but I am not in a hurry to buy it, the defense of the attic magic weapon is strong, and it is not easy to refine it, and it is not possible to use it in a short period of time if it is purchased with spirit stones.

When returning to the tribe, Yang Qing had a plan in his heart, the attic was used as a residence, and it could be used as a defense at critical moments, and he could not be sloppy, and he thought that he would buy the attic magic weapon in the future, so he purchased a medium-grade magic weapon attic with more than 500 pure spirit stones, and purchased a set of high-grade magic instruments and hammers with 300 pure spirit stones.

After looking around in the city, I couldn't find the applicable cultivation resources, so I bought some ink-patterned iron and low-grade dark iron for backup.

There was no time to sell a few useless high-grade magic weapons.

Randomly found a place and put the attic, Yang Qing entered it calmly. After looking at it for a while, he smiled a little relaxed and said to himself, "If it was this attic at that time, that stone tablet would not need to be intercepted by yourself!"

The stone tablet used by Chaotian's nose is in the purple mansion at this time, and it is a high-grade magic weapon on the way back, and the weight is above a thousand catties, and it is difficult to use it.

Looking at the blue-yellow 'pebbles', his mind moved, and he threw himself into the newly purchased vessel tripod with the refining fire, the flames that the high-grade magic vessel tripod could urge were not as good as the flames in the cave, and it could not melt this 'pebble' with a hardness above the low-grade dark iron, and as for the transparent part of it, I didn't know a little bit about it.

"Storm Sound Beast Essence Blood!"

As he muttered to himself, the essence blood of the Storm Sound Beast appeared in his hand...... (To be continued......)