After finding the mineral vein, Long Li no longer has to run around, going up mountains and rivers to find innate gold.
He just needs to concentrate on mining freely.
Digging out ores with innate metals, crushing the ores, and stripping away the metals, this is his job.
It seems very simple, but a talented miner is like a golden hand. Wherever he digs, there will be minerals, and every time the pickaxe is pressed, metal sparks will burst out, and a crisp sound can be heard.
Long Li is such a gifted spiritual miner.
Let's put it this way, Long Li mined alone, and the innate metal he unearthed ensured that Wu Tian's weapon refining would never be interrupted.
As soon as Wu Tian started refining the weapon, he would be immersed in it and achieve selflessness.
All metals will be given new life in his hands.
This is the Creator’s means of creation.
Two people, one is constantly mining, the other is constantly refining weapons.
They all entered an almost crazy state.
If you are not crazy, you will not survive. This is why there are always thunder clouds appearing over this mountain range.
The appearance of thunder clouds is an affirmation of Wu Tian's creativity, and the falling of thunder clouds is a test of Wu Tian's weapon refining skills.
Merits are naturally commendable.
Such a huge momentum naturally attracted many creatures. Some retreated due to difficulties, while others naturally took risks.
The latter were all sacrificed by Dragon Power.
Anyone who dared to reach out would be killed by this little dragon cub.
Wu Tian was immersed in the realm of weapon refining and didn't care about these mundane things at all.
He had a sense of urgency, always feeling that this opportunity would not last long.
So he seizes all the time to refine weapons, and other than collecting merit, he won't even raise his head.
Even to collect merit, he still raised his hand mechanically, and his heart was still immersed in the realm of refining weapons.
This kind of weapon refining realm is very mysterious, but it is actually a realm of creation, or a realm of Taoism.
Rather than saying that Wu Tian was refining weapons, it would be better to say that Wu Tian was enlightening and using the tools to achieve enlightenment.
After Long Li noticed Wu Tian's unusual behavior, he took the initiative to take on the responsibility of protecting the Tao.
Although he didn't know what state Wu Tian was in now.
But he knew that no one could disturb Wu Tian.
This is enough.
That's enough for Wu Tian.
Every time merit falls, it is accompanied by bloodshed.
But it didn't affect Wu Tian at all.
He only cares about refining weapons and refining them in the fastest way.
Turn your thoughts into real objects, trigger thunder disasters, and exchange for success and virtue.
He only stopped at the first link. Thunder disaster and merit are all in the sky.
He does his best in human affairs and obeys destiny. What he does is human affairs.
As for the subsequent environment, it has nothing to do with him.
If I get it, I’m lucky, but if I don’t, I’ll keep working hard.
Just like what he told Long Li in advance, regardless of whether he has merit or not, the artifacts he refines belong to him.
However, none of them said the words "there is no merit".
Long Li was silenced by Wu Tian.
Because he feels unlucky.
Wu Tian's weapon refining can always cause two or three thunder disasters in a month, and he can always collect one or two merits.
Wu Tian would not take a second look at the things that had not caused the thunder tribulation or were destroyed by the thunder tribulation.
As time goes by, the vision here attracts more and more people.
It was already difficult for Long Li to cope with it.
Seeing this situation, more and more people are taking action.
Especially after Longli was injured, these people were like flies seeing blood.
They all rushed forward.
The old man in front of the water mirror became nervous.
Although their Highnesses have many killing weapons, their cultivation is still shallow after all...
"How is this going?"
At some point, there was a figure behind the old man.
If not their Ancestral Dragon Majesty, who else?
The old man trembled and hurriedly told the whole story.
This old man is worthy of being someone who can follow Zu Long.
In just a few sentences, the cause and effect of the matter were explained clearly.
After hearing this, Zu Long was very confused.
"Why didn't you report it to me earlier?" Zu Long said in a somewhat unhappy tone.
The old man said hurriedly: "Your Highness is very good. They didn't say anything, so I didn't dare to disturb Your Majesty."
The old man has been thinking about this rhetoric for a long time.
Zu Long glanced at the old man lightly, but said nothing.
"Your Majesty, do you see His Highness?"
The old man is really worried.
Zu Long did not respond.
He just stared at the young man at the end of the water mirror who was covered in blood and was driving three warriors to fight the enemy to the death.
For some reason, at this moment, Zulong felt that his son was very similar to him.
This is what he, the son of the ancestral dragon, should be like!
The young man was seriously injured, and the three combat soldiers were crumbling.
The boy's eyes were red and he was still fighting!
retreat? He never thought about it.
When Zulong stretched out his hand.
A big hand slapped everyone to death.
For thousands of miles around, everyone who comes will die!
A drop of the fountain of life fell.
The boy's injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Zu Long took back his hand, his expression a little complicated.
But at the next moment, Zulong's eyelids jumped.
"Hurry up and go dig!"
Zulong raised his hand again.
But his son went to mine without saying a word.
Zu Long was speechless for a long time, and finally put down his hand.
Turning around and leaving, it was probably an illusion that his son looked like him.
