"The other party is an enemy, not a friend. Are you sure if you meet Mr. Lu?" After a while, the group of people was seen walking away among the ruins. Weng Zhihan lowered his voice and said.
"The opponent has too many people. These are not miners with little fighting power in the mine. If I were to fight against them, I would be able to protect myself at best." Lu Xiaotian frowned and said.
"If that's the case, then we can only take a detour." Weng Zhihan said, "I don't know how these people got the news that there are treasures here. It seems that the little old man has been in the mine for nearly twenty years. A lot of changes have also taken place. But I know a shortcut, Mr. Lu, please come with me."
After saying that, Weng Zhihan led Lu Xiaotian through the ruins and soon came to a stone pillar that had fallen to the ground. Weng Zhihan struggled to move the stone pillar away, revealing a small hole as high as a person inside. There were actually blue stone steps below, which looked like an underground secret passage.
The two entered the secret passage one after another. Weng Zhihan carefully lowered the stone pillar again and blocked the passage.
"It's done, the Blood Spirit Earth Fire is in the underground palace. As long as there is the Blood Spirit Earth Fire, the little old man can refine the magic weapon Demon Binding Rope for Mr. Lu. After the refinement, the Demon Binding Rope comes out. . No matter how many these ants come, they will definitely not be Mr. Lu’s opponent." Weng Zhihan clapped his hands and said with a relaxed expression.
"I hope so. Without further ado, let's leave quickly." Lu Xiaotian nodded and showed a rare smile in front of Weng Zhihan.
"Okay." Weng Zhihan responded and walked quickly on the dusty blue stone steps. In the blink of an eye, it was already several feet away.
This underground palace is quite large, filled with a large number of secret rooms, some altars, and blood stains that have long since dried and solidified around the altars. It seems that this underground palace was not peaceful before.
After marching for more than an hour, a breath full of blood and heat rushed towards my face, passing through the narrow and winding secret passage. Turned a corner. There was another altar, but what was different from before was that there was a three-legged giant cauldron on the altar. Each of the white cauldrons had a bloody, ferocious and lifelike tiger-shaped animal head.
On the three-legged cauldron, a ball of bloody flame was burning, which seemed to be unquenchable. The blood and heat just now came from this ball of flame.
"This is the Blood Spirit Earth Fire, it really is still there." Weng Zhihan showed a trace of intoxication on his face, turned around and said, "Mr. Lu, I need a lot of spiritual stones to replenish my mana, and these spiritual stones There must be at least ten pieces of medium-grade spirit stones inside. Give all the refining materials to the little old man. Also, be sure not to be disturbed by others during the refining process, otherwise all your efforts may be wasted. This place is quite secretive. , But if the group of people from before comes, Mr. Lu will have to resist until the magic weapon is refined."
"Everything is ready. You can refine it with confidence." Lu Xiaotian nodded and threw the storage bag containing these spiritual objects to Weng Zhihan. He was not a sloppy person. After taking out the spiritual objects, he sat cross-legged and sat aside. Protect Weng Zhihan. Blood Spirit Earth Fire is a rare spiritual fire, which is of the same level as Earth Lung Fire. However, ordinary monks cannot carry it at all. But I don’t know which powerful monk actually used this three-legged giant cauldron to hold a ball of Blood Spirit Earth Fire. Move here. It seems that this three-legged tripod is not ordinary.
Weng Zhihan took out the spiritual objects one by one, then took out a piece of blood-devouring vine and threw it on the tripod. Under the burning fire of Blood Spirit, the entire blood-devouring vine's impurities were quickly burned, and after a while, only a light strand with some spikes remained.
It was the skin of the Blood-devouring Vine, but after being burned by the Blood Spirit Earth Fire, most of the excess impurities were burned to ashes, and the rest was extremely tough. But this is only the first step of tempering. There will be a long period of tempering ahead. And such a light strand is still far from being woven into a rope.
Lu Xiaotian prepared a large amount of blood-devouring vines, which all need to be tempered in this way.
Weapon refining is a long and tedious process, and many extraordinary spiritual swords have to be forged repeatedly by monks.
The demon-binding rope saves the forging process, but it requires extracting strands of light threads from a large number of blood-devouring vines, and it is also necessary to ensure that each strand of light threads is roasted by the blood spirit earth fire at the same temperature, otherwise it will It will affect the overall quality of the Demon Binding Rope.
For ten days and nights, Weng Zhihan only rested for an hour every day, and then he devoted himself to refining the weapon intensely. After ten days, all the blood-devouring vines were incinerated and threaded.
Weng Zhihan also used a large number of herbs provided by Lu Xiaotian to prepare spiritual liquid. Soak the ice silk and blood-devouring vine silk in the spiritual liquid for three days. At this time, Weng Zhihan rarely had time to rest. Regardless of the poor conditions, he fell to the ground and fell asleep.
When the three days were up, Weng Zhihan baked two kinds of light silk threads with blood spirit fire, then soaked them in spiritual liquid, repeating this process more than ten times. Then the strands of light silk were woven into ropes. In the middle, Weng Zhihan's hands were pricked with blood by the fine spikes on the rope. These small spikes are inherited from the Blood-devouring Vine. If Lu Xiaotian hadn't provided a lot of powerful elixirs, I'm afraid that Weng Zhihan, even a late-stage Qi refining monk, would have died of all his essence and blood.
It took more than ten days to weave it into a rope, and the final sacrifice had to be completed on the Blood Spirit Earth Fire.
It took nearly three months. Using this time, Lu Xiaotian also secretly completely erased the remaining aura of the old man in black robe on the small black sword. Refined this magical sword.
"Today is the last day. In a few more hours, the demon-binding rope can be refined."
Due to long-term hard work and excessive energy consumption, Weng Zhihan's face was pale, but his spirit was very high. Because the magic weapon rope that is about to be born is refined from his hands.
"Damn it, this underground palace is really complicated. I've been looking for it for so long and I still can't find it."
A few hours later, a sound of soft footsteps and curses came from the other side of the secret passage. Lu Xiaotian frowned. It was the direction from the outside of the cave into the secret cave.
It turned out that this was the idea. Lu Xiaotian had been thinking about it these days. With a cold look on his face, he looked at the demon-binding rope condensed by the blood spirit and earth fire on the tripod. At this time, it was already exuding a powerful force. The breath of the magical weapon is still a little short of the final success.
"Master Lu, it will take at least one stick of incense to complete the magic weapon. You must not interrupt it, otherwise all your efforts will be wasted!"
Weng Zhihan said with great difficulty. Because he was a little closer to the Blood Spirit Earth Fire and had been refining the weapon for a long time, he was sweating profusely and the clothes all over his body were soaked and clinging to his body. Because of the interference from the outside world at this time, Weng Zhihan's face looked extremely ugly.
"I'll stop them." Lu Xiaotian narrowed his eyes, stood up and walked out of the secret room.
