sub-hours. Inside the Yuheng Palace.

Mo Chong sat cross-legged on the ground, staring solemnly at a water dragon beast spirit bone more than three feet long in his hand. At this time, the spirit bones of the water dragon beast were already very different from before, and the spiritual light on them was cloudy, as if it was covered with a layer of water vapor. Above the ground, there was a spread out animal skin scroll, and what was written on it was the method of refining the water-attribute Eight Desolation Sword.

"Whew-"

After exhaling a long breath, Mo Chong's mana suddenly increased. Countless qualitative and intangible sword qi suddenly burst out, and it was the Eight Desolation Sword Qi stored in Mo Chong's body. These Eight Desolation Sword Qi slowly gathered towards Mo Chong's right hand under the rotation of Mo Chong's thoughts, and finally condensed into a small spot of dazzling cyan light at the tip of his index finger.

At the moment when the small cyan light spot condensed by the sword qi of his whole body appeared, Mo Chong's eyes flashed, and he used his fingers as a pen to quickly swipe on the spirit bone of the water dragon beast in his hand.

"Squeak, squeak!"

A sharp sound rang out. As Mo Chong's fingertips swiped rapidly, the surface of the water dragon beast's spirit bone was quickly engraved with runes of incomprehensible meaning. And every time there is an extra rune, the water vapor emitted by the spirit bones of the water dragon beast is one more point, and after half a cup of tea, a large cloud of water mist has appeared on the ground that is shrouded in a radius of more than ten zhang, and Mo Chong's people are shrouded in water mist, and they can only see a hazy figure.

"Bang. ”

A soft sound suddenly erupted from the center of the mist. With this soft sound, the mist that shrouded a radius of more than ten zhang suddenly 'boomed' and exploded. The ink punch inside was suddenly blown out like a broken sack, and several mouthfuls of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Bang. ”

There was another muffled thud. Mo Chong's man fell to the ground. At this time, he was unkempt. Ragged. The water dragon beast spirit bone in his hand was only a handful of fine bone slag. Smoke billows out.

"Damn!, it's going to explode!?"

Mo Chong threw the bone slag in his hand and shook his head vigorously. The initial light sound just now was the sound of Mo Chong being unable to control the Eight Desolation Sword Qi on the tip of his right finger and being dissipated by it. But what Mo Chong didn't expect was that after the Eight Desolations Sword Qi collapsed, it actually lost control. blew him away, and the water dragon beast spirit bone didn't know if it was because of the impact of the explosion, or because of the runes engraved on the spirit bones. Anyway, it also fell apart at that moment.

Fortunately, Mo Chong's current physical strength has caught up with the ordinary magic weapon, otherwise he would have been seriously injured by that blow just now. Seriously injuring yourself because of refining weapons, this has become a joke in the immortal cultivation world.

After slapping off the bone slag and bone powder scattered on his body, Mo Chong flipped his palm and took out the animal skin sect scroll that recorded the refining method of the Eight Desolation Sword. It was just to keep this thing that he was blown out. At this time, seeing that the animal skin scroll in his hand was not damaged, Mo Chong exhaled a sigh.

When he first came out of the Streamer Illusion Realm, he copied a few copies of the Eight Desolation Sword Refinement. However, the other copies were lost for various reasons, and only this one is still there. After that moment just now, Mo Chong immediately made a few more copies without hesitation. Respectively, Qiankun Na and storage bags were included, which made me feel a little relieved. Again set his sights on the scroll.

The refining of the Water Attribute Eight Desolation Sword is actually the simplest in terms of requirements. Only a specific rune needs to be engraved on the material, and even the steps of calcination and creating a sword embryo are eliminated. Mo Chong thought that the Water Attribute Eight Desolation Sword would be easy, but he didn't expect to hit a big nail as soon as he came up. Fortunately, the material he got this time was a whole pair of water dragon beast spirit bones, at least enough to cast twenty or thirty flying swords, for the failure just now, Mo Chong didn't care very much, and after carefully reading the content of the beast skin scroll about casting the water attribute Eight Desolation Sword, he immediately flipped his palm and took out a new water dragon beast spirit bone again.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom ......"

After more than two hours had passed. Mo Chong looked at the bones on the ground, and suddenly let out a long sigh. Fall to the ground on your back. Anyway, there isn't much time left in Yuheng Palace, so let's take a rest.

Just now, Mo Chong carried out at least a dozen operations and refined more than a dozen flying swords. But no matter how careful he is, when the rune seal on the spirit bone is engraved to a certain extent, either the spirit bone will explode by itself, or the Eight Desolation Sword Qi will go out of control, in short, it will definitely explode. Although he still has a few spirit bones in his hand that are suitable for refining flying swords, it is better not to waste them until he understands the reason. It's really hard to find a better water-based material than the water dragon beast spirit bone.

'If you want to use the Eight Desolation Sword Qi to engrave runes, you can't find anyone else to help. Maybe I should find some refining texts and study them?'

After resting for a while, Mo Chong had such a thought in his heart. Soon, though, Mo Chong shook his head. At the moment, refining the Eight Desolation Sword of the Water System is not a very urgent matter, he has more things to do, but he can't waste time on this matter. Let's put aside the sword-forging thing for now.

Speaking of which, after this incident, there should be no more mining tasks in the short term. I don't know how those high-ranking officials in Nankai City will arrange the monks of the Ancient Sword Gate. If I can return to Xianyang City, I can take a trip to Eight Bee Mountain and get the things left behind by the Fire Dragon Dao people. ’

Mo Chong thought about the matter of the Ancient Sword Gate again.

"It would be nice if the things left behind by the Fire Dragon Dao people were related to the advanced Yuan Infant. Then I can use my current identity to disguise and cultivate to the Yuan Infant Stage first! As long as I reach the Yuan Infant Stage, I don't have to worry about these guys in the Demon Abyss Sea anymore. When the time comes, I can completely rely on my strength to 'borrow' the ancient teleportation array leading to the Chongguang Continent and leave this ghost place!"

Thinking of returning to the Chongguang Continent, Mo Chong's heart immediately had mixed feelings, and all kinds of thoughts came to him, and in the end, he became a woman's shadow.

Maybe it's been deliberately suppressed for too long. At this time, I suddenly remembered that the emotions in my heart suddenly swept towards Mo Chong like a flood that burst the embankment, making Mo Chong almost unable to breathe. Mo Chong shook his head vigorously, stood up, grabbed the dust-eating beast that was still in the distance, and walked out of Yuheng Palace.

The night is dark. Mo Chong walked aimlessly on the streets of Nankae. Originally, he wanted to take advantage of the noisy and noisy monks in the city to dispel the sorrow in his heart. But after the incident of the black steel mine during the day, Nankai City is now in a state of nervous alert. A lively street on weekdays. It was empty.

Look at the empty streets. Mo Chong sighed lightly and walked towards the Drunken Wind Tower in the city. Mo Chong didn't want to drink. He has a mellow frost and white dew, although it is not the first in the world, it is definitely better than the wine sold in the drunken wind building. The reason why Mo Chong went to the restaurant was just to listen to the voices.

Drunken Wind House really has guests. Although it is not too big, from the window you can see that there are seven or eight guests on each floor. When he arrived at the restaurant, Mo Chong didn't walk in immediately. Instead, he took out a hat with a black veil and put it on his head. Mo Chong didn't worry about his identity being exposed, he just didn't want people to see the expression on his face now.

"Welcome! What does this guest officer want?" Because there were not many guests, as soon as Mo Chong walked into the restaurant, a restaurant guy immediately came up to greet him.

Mo Chong didn't speak, he walked to an empty table and sat down, and then casually nodded to a wine table next to him.

Seeing this, the guy at the restaurant was stunned for a moment, and then he woke up and said, "Oh! That's 'hot kidney flower', 'sweet and sour tenderloin', and 'braised bamboo shoots'." Guest officer, you want ......"

Mo Chong didn't particularly listen to the name of the dish reported by the restaurant guy, just nodded casually. The guy at the restaurant smiled: "Okay! A portion of the hot waist flower! This sweet and sour loin, braised bamboo shoots in oil...... Oh, yes, yes, got it. So what kind of wine does the guest want?"

Mo Chong shook his head.

The restaurant guy was slightly stunned, and then bowed down with a smile. He said, "Okay, good, this is the command, and the little one will come right away." With that, he turned around and walked down. There are also customers who come to the restaurant but don't drink. However, it was the first time he had seen a guest who came alone late at night and didn't want to drink. After all, the guests who come to the restaurant at this time are either greedy for wine or full of hearts, and they will never just eat for dinner.

The dishes ordered by Mo Chong came up quickly. At this time, although there were seven or eight guests on the third floor of the restaurant, except for two people at one table, the other guests were sitting alone at a table and pouring their own drinks. Mo Chong originally came here to relieve the bitterness in his heart, but the current atmosphere made him even more depressed in his heart.

"Bang!"

Mo Chong's hand slapped heavily on the table.

The guy from the restaurant immediately ran over and said with a smile: "This guest officer ......"

"Why didn't anyone speak?" Mo Chong said coldly.

The guy at the restaurant was stunned when he heard this, and said, "Ah!?"

"Why didn't anyone speak!" Mo Chong repeated.

The restaurant guy finally heard it clearly this time. But although he heard it clearly, he didn't know how to interface it. No one speaks? Guests come here to drink and eat, and it is other people's freedom not to speak? The guy at the restaurant smiled and said, "This ...... The guest officers don't speak, it's not something that a small one can manage. You ......"

"They don't say, you say!" Mo Chong interrupted coldly.

The shopkeeper was stunned when he heard this, frowned secretly, and turned his head to look at the shopkeeper behind the counter.

The shopkeeper was a monk in the late stage of the foundation building, and when he saw the shopkeeper looking over, he immediately nodded slightly. The moment Mo Chong slapped the table just now, his heart shook inexplicably. Although the feeling disappeared immediately, the shopkeeper believed that it was not unfounded. Although the other party did not show his breath, he at least had a cultivation in the Dan period, there was no doubt about it. At the moment, the store is not busy anyway, so let the store guy accompany this senior to say a few words.

The shopkeeper nodded, and then smiled again: "This ...... What does the guest officer want the villain to say?"

Mo Chong said: "Say whatever you want." Tell me your name, tell your loved ones. Tell me about your experience, and don't stop. ”

It's a strange request, but it's not too difficult. The shopkeeper groaned for a moment, then said, "Yes." The villain Wang Xiaohammer is ......"

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound, and someone slapped the table again. This time it was the only guest at that table where two people were sitting. A man and a woman sat around the table, and it was the man who slapped the table. The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then smiled at Mo Chong: "Wait a minute, the villain will go over and take a look first." As he spoke, he walked briskly over to the table.

It was a fairly handsome young man in Chinese costume who slapped the table, and he said coldly before the guy in the store could speak: "Is this a restaurant or a stage?

The shopkeeper was stunned when he heard this. What's going on tonight. Just a guest came quietly, and now another one is noisy. Is this what you're going to do?

If it was usual, as soon as the young man's words came out, Mo Chong would probably not be much to do. No, if it were usual, Mo Chong wouldn't slap the table at all and call someone to talk. But now is not usual, Mo Chong's mood is very rotten, as soon as he heard the words of the young man in Chinese clothes, he immediately said coldly: "Lao Tzu loves to listen to people, don't you hear?"

The young man in Chinese clothes was already unhappy in his heart, as soon as he heard Mo Chong's words, his anger surged up, he immediately flashed his figure, rushed to Mo Chong in one step, and hit Mo Chong's face door with a punch, and sneered in his mouth: "Which green onion are you TM, dare to play with the uncle!?"

"Hmph. ”

Seeing the fist coming, Mo Chong didn't dodge, didn't even raise his head, just raised his hand casually. The thunderous fist of the young man in Chinese clothes was actually held by a palm raised by Mo Chong at will. No matter how hard he exerted, his fists couldn't move at all.

The people in the restaurant didn't recognize Mo Chong, but there were many people who recognized the young man in Chinese clothes, and when they saw this scene, their faces changed color at the same time, and they immediately checked out and left. It's not pretty. It's better to get out of it quickly.

"Smack. ”

Another crunch. The young man in Chinese costume only felt a flower in front of him, and his face was hit by a hot ear scraper, and he was beaten obliquely and flew out, knocked over several tables, and finally hit the pillar of the restaurant, and then stopped. He didn't suffer any injuries, but his body was dripping with soup and looked extremely embarrassed.

"Hmph. Wine sac rice bag. ”

Mo Chong still didn't look at the young man in Chinese clothes, but just said coldly, then grabbed a wine jug, poured himself a glass, and drank it slowly. In fact, there were a lot of people in the field, and those monks who had left after checking out were still watching from afar outside the old building. It's just that no one can see clearly how Mo Chong made his hand, and no one can see clearly where the wine jug in Mo Chong's hand came from.

"You...... You...... Die!" the young man in Chinese clothes was obviously extremely angry, and after a burst of innocence on his face, he suddenly gritted his teeth, and a large red thread, which was not much thicker than his hair, suddenly shot out from his body and rushed towards the ink.

"Oh!?Red Thread Escape Light Needle!?" Mo Chong's eyes flashed slightly, and suddenly his palm flipped over, and a light blue flying sword was in his hand. The next moment, this pale blue flying sword was danced into a cloud of blue light by the ink. Those red lines hit the blue light, and immediately made a crisp sound of 'ding ding ding ding', and they were all knocked out. (To be continued.) )