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Fang Zhuo spun around inside his things, and soon his divine sense landed on top of a black bottle.

This bottle contained a black paste, and after Fang Zhuo asked Wen Hang, he realized that this thing was the most precious item he had obtained. This paste is called the Rotten Spirit Paste, and it can only be refined by masters above the Jindan level of the Yin Ghost Sect. The rot ointment is said to come from those zombies that are more than a thousand years old underground, and it has been refined through various secret methods, with the soul power of those zombies and some strange energy. This kind of rotten spirit paste is extremely useful in the Yin Ghost Gate, and some high-level weapons and equipment can use it.

Fang Zhuo looked at the Rotten Spirit Paste, but his mind went to the general outline of the talisman. Many things in the Heavenly Demon Refining Ghost Technique emerged, and the newly appeared rune array parts were all unfolded one by one.

Soon, Fang Zhuo had a plan.

He quickly took out a pod. This medicine tripod has been shattered, and it was cut by Zu Yin, the elder brother of Zu Tong, with a sword. Fang Zhuo took out the jade tripod and threw the broken medicine tripod into it.

Fang Zhuo hadn't tried to use the Flame Refiner himself, but now that he had no choice but to do so, he had to try boldly.

He took out the fire gourd, and his divine sense triggered the flames, which began to burn under the jade ding. The material of Yaoding is very good, and it is obvious that the earth fire is quite difficult to deal with it. Fang Zhuo didn't expect the earth fire inside the fire gourd to completely solve the problem, his fingers were linked, and there were words in his mouth, and streams of flame spiritual power were withdrawn from his body, turning into runes and flying into the ding.

The flames inside and outside were scorching, and soon, the pod began to show signs of melting. Fang Zhuo paid close attention to the degree of melting of the medicine tripod, and when he had the right opportunity, the magic formula in his hand changed, and he began to change the new refining method.

Soon, the medicine tripod in the jade tripod slowly turned into a white and shiny metal liquid. Fang Zhuo slowly pulled out a part of his divine consciousness and manipulated the Rotten Spirit Paste to fall into the Jade Ding. Although the rotting cream comes from zombies, it doesn't have that rancid smell. It landed in the ding, wrapped in strings of runes, and quickly mixed with the mass of metallic liquid.

The tip of Fang Zhuo's nose was already sweating. Although it was the first time to manipulate flames to refine weapons, Fang Zhuo was most concerned about the consequences of success or failure. In normal times, success and failure are just to add some experience in refining weapons to yourself. But now the pursuers behind him are fierce, and a big battle may break out at any time. The success or failure of this thing directly affects how you should move next.

Fang Zhuo looked at the liquid in the ding, which had turned light gray, and slowly inhaled to calm down. Then, the steady and slow output of the divine consciousness was divided into six parts at once!

This is Fang Zhuo's first attempt at distraction six uses!

If it is normal, this thing should break the medicine pod and divide it into several parts to refine again and again. However, Fang Zhuo's current earth fire reserves were insufficient, and no matter how much spiritual power he had in his body, it was not enough to toss like this.

Fang Zhuo still knew some basic things about refining, but he had no experience at all. Coupled with the urgency of the time now, Fang Zhuo didn't have time to operate step by step, so he was ruthless and chose to be distracted at once!

The excessive splitting of the Divine Sense made Fang Zhuo feel a tingling in the sea of Consciousness. But now there was no choice, Fang Zhuo endured the pain, and his face calmly insisted on the steady output of his divine sense.

Soon, the divine consciousness was wrapped in a mass of molten metal, and then the fingers and magic tricks were almost crazy output, only to see that the spiritual light brought up by the endless runes between Fang Zhuo's fingers and the jade tripod almost turned into a river of colorful light.

Soon, the six masses of molten metal slowly began to wriggle. Fang Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief and began to maintain the output of the runes at a higher speed. Strings of spiritual light flew into the tripod. The six metal clumps slowly elongated, Arthur gradually deepened, and the temperature gradually dropped. Eventually, six dark gray nails more than a foot and a half long appeared in the ding.

The six long nails had a chilling glow, revealing an eerie pale aura that looked like a layer of gray-white mist shrouded in the outside. Fang Zhuo let out a long breath, and then rested softly on Feng Lei's back for a while.

The excessive division and overdraft of his divine consciousness almost made him faint directly.

After a long time, Fang Zhuo looked at the six long nails that had been refined, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Zu Tong, the good things are ready, just wait for the right opportunity to give you a big gift.

Putting away the six long nails, Fang Zhuo began to study the rune array. These six nails have a strange aura of rotten spirit ointment, but they still need the corresponding formation to be activated when setting up the formation.

Combining the Heavenly Demon Refining Ghost Technique and the rune array in the general outline of the rune with the formation knowledge he had obtained in Master Xiaoguo's Requiem Plate, combined with the inheritance of the Golden Rune Gate, Fang Zhuo quickly matched, combined, and deduced in his mind, in order to come up with the best formation to serve this elite disciple of the Bitter Sword Sect.

Soon, another day passed, and Fang Zhuo and Feng Lei had been running for two whole days. The spiritual power in Feng Lei's body is almost exhausted, and it is really not easy for it to be able to support two days and two nights with this kind of speed.

Fang Zhuo felt the exhaustion of the wind and thunder, his divine sense swept over, and he was surprised to find that the ancestral copper who was chasing after him was actually unstable, and he seemed to be tired enough.

Fang Zhuo's mind moved, and he looked ahead. In the darkness, a mountain bend stood black and swarthy in front of me. Fang Zhuo instructed Wind Thunder to stop and rest after entering the valley.

Feng Lei was shocked: "Lord, I can hold on for a while." If this stops, I'm afraid we are no match for him. ”

"It's okay, I think this guy is tired enough. Why don't we take a break and see if he has the guts to kill him. At least Silver Bat and I still have the strength to fight. If this guy chooses this time to go toe-to-toe with us, then we'll be there for him. ”

"Lord, since he is tired, why don't we run away in one breath without extra strength?" The wind and thunder were connected to Fang Zhuo's divine soul, if Fang Zhuo was not killed, it would naturally not live. Therefore, it should be carefully considered everywhere.

"Hehe, he doesn't want to let us go, does he just want to let him go?" Fang Zhuo's eyes flashed with a hint of murderous intent!

"Huh?"

"This guy is an elite disciple of the Inner Gate of the Bitter Sword Sect, once he goes back, what other way do you say we have to go except for the end of the world?"

Feng Lei groaned slightly, and then understood: "I know the way, this time we have to kill him no matter what!"

Fang Zhuo actually stopped!

Zu Tong's divine sense moved, and he sensed it carefully, and found that Fang Zhuo was actually arranging a break?!

Is this guy engaging in some kind of conspiracy?

Zu Tong stopped a hundred zhang away from Fang Zhuo. He thought about it, and couldn't figure out what the hell Fang Zhuo was doing. But at this time, the injuries in my body were faintly painful, and the fatigue accumulated from the two days of constant chasing also came up.

Zu Tong saw that Fang Zhuo was cooking on the fire without any scruples, and he couldn't help but be secretly depressed. However, he thought about it again, at this time, his injury has not healed, and it is not the best time to make a move, so what can he do if he rests for a night? Anyway, he has already broken through to the middle stage of foundation building, is it still afraid that they will not be able to do anything?

Zu Tong thought about this section clearly, slowly withdrew a hundred meters back, and began to sit down to rest and meditate.

Fang Zhuo saw Zu Tong sit down, and a faint smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It seems that the time has come.