Low grade Xuan level?
Meng Jing also frowned slightly as he heard the system read out the quality name.
Originally, he thought that this thing was a yellow-grade thing.
But I didn't expect it to be something of a metaphysical level.
I was surprised, but I still focused my attention on the secret weapon mentioned behind.
What is this so-called secret weapon? He has heard of spiritual weapons, but he knows very little about this secret weapon.
However, he quickly focused his attention on that thing again.
"[Item Name]: Demonic Skull."
"[Item value]: Rare."
Is the item valuable and rare?
Looking at this small line of introduction, Meng Jing's eyes widened a lot, a little unbelievable.
Then, looking back, he looked at Ye Wudao in surprise.
"Where did you get that skull?"
You know, there are generally very few things that can be evaluated as rare items by the system.
Basically, most of the things I recovered by myself in the past were common, and occasionally one or two were rare.
Ye Wudao also scratched his head in embarrassment, "Sir, this thing was sent to us by the Demon Cult headquarters."
"There is actually a demon sect headquarters."
"Is it also in the Xuanwu Empire?"
Ye Wudao nodded.
Meng Jing was a little surprised at the time. He didn't expect that there was a demon sect headquarters in their Xuanwu Empire.
But just for a moment, Meng Jing turned his attention to the content behind.
"[Item content]: It can absorb the spiritual energy in the air, convert it into a magic weapon, and spread all the evil energy."
"It can spread to the surrounding areas to the maximum extent."
Seeing this introduction, Meng Jing also nodded slightly.
As expected, this skull is like a diffuser.
But it just absorbs the surrounding air and turns it into demonic energy.
Meng Jing did not expect this.
However, if you think about it with your brain, it is indeed the same.
The entire Lijia Village is surrounded by demonic energy, and the surrounding spiritual energy is even more pitiful.
If you think about it this way, it must be this skull that has absorbed the spiritual energy of all the surrounding things and transformed it into demonic energy.
In this case, it seems that this thing cannot be kept.
Just as he was about to retrieve it, Meng Jing's hand stopped again.
"It seems like it can be refined."
Among the techniques that Yao Chen gave me before, there seemed to be information on how to be in such a magical weapon.
It means that things that are originally contaminated with demonic energy can be purified and turned into more useful things.
At this moment, Meng Jing waved his hand.
He took out the skull from the space backpack.
After holding it in his hand, without saying a word, a ball of flame stretched out from his palm.
The first process of evolution is to remove the surface of the skull, or the evil energy contained in it.
After the flame was quickly summoned, it enveloped the entire skull.
Soon, the surface of the skull made a sizzling sound.
There is constantly a round black gas seeping out from the surface of the skull.
It formed a whining sound.
But just after the black energy continued to emerge, the black energy quickly condensed into a huge black shadow, suspended in the air.
This huge black shadow also let out an angry roar.
"Asshole, who dares to touch my demon things?"
His eyes were focused, and he also looked at Meng Jing below him.
After seeing Meng Jing, he also stretched out a ghost claw to grab him.
The faces of the people beside Meng Jing changed when they saw the ghost claw stretched out.
"Sir, be careful!"
"Yes, my lord!"
When he said these words, Ye Wudao and others had already rushed forward.
You must know that there is no way to have extra energy to focus on other things during the refining process.
In other words, I am currently in a relatively weak period.
After they finished speaking, several people rushed forward one by one.
"Are you actually from the Demon Cult?"
"How dare you betray my demon sect now?"
"Die, you guys."
The condensed black energy roared again.
His figure suddenly rushed downwards, and his palms turned into sharp claws, quickly grabbing at the body of Ye Wudao who was rushing over.
When Ye Wudao saw this, he quickly turned around and avoided the incoming attack.
With a wave of his hand, a long sword appeared in his hand.
Go down with the long sword.
The long sword swung over and hit the black shadow's arm with a bang.
The black man's arm was broken directly, and black energy continued to emanate from it.
But the black figure did not show a painful expression on his face, but instead smiled ferociously.
The severed arm flew directly into the air.
The expressions of the people around him suddenly changed. Even without any connection, the arm could still continue to move.
It's really incredible.
The severed arm rose into the air, and then rushed towards Meng Jing and others again.
As for the broken wound, a black hand was healed again.
The black shadow swung directly over, blocking Ye Wudao's people on one side, while quickly attacking towards the dreamland on the other side.
"Protect your lord."
"Stop this guy."
Mo Laoliu also shouted angrily and disappeared from the ground.
When he appeared, he was already in front of Meng Jing.
If it weren't for this young man, that is, this adult, it is very likely that he would only be a scumbag in the Spiritual Emperor realm in his entire life.
But because of this adult's words, he was able to step into the realm of Little Spirit Master.
It is precisely because of this that in order to repay your kindness, it is necessary for him to take down this attack for you.
After he formed a shield with his arms, the claws of the black shadow had already struck.
Tear apart for life.
The sharp claws of the black shadow suddenly grabbed the surface of the shield, and a medium-deep ravine suddenly appeared on the shield.
But the next second, the shield suddenly cracked.
With a bang explosion, the shield also turned into powder.
After countless powders fell, Mo Laoliu's face became extremely pale, and a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out.
Fortunately, his body could still stand on the ground, but there was a wry smile on his lips.
"Damn it, how much blood do I have to vomit every day?"
At the end of the day, Mo Laoliu felt that he had vomited enough blood.
I could barely cough my lungs out.
But now, either when I say this, or after wiping the blood from the corner of my mouth slightly,
He stared at the black figure with firm eyes and suddenly burst out with an angry shout.
