People still come and go in Chongyue Ancient Town at night, and the lights illuminate the main street. After more than 20 days of business exchanges in various towns, the supplies between the ancient towns complement each other, which is like a big festival, and people's faces are more or less full of smiles. He smiled.
However, with the closure of the Fierce God Altar, this grand scene also came to an end.
On East Street, a group of night watchers walked into the teahouse and found a window seat to sit down.
Fei Yihe, a strong man, put the iron rod on the table, poured himself a cup of tea and drank it in one gulp. With a roar, he vigorously patted the young man next to him who had not yet sat down.
"You are very lucky. I heard that many evil altars were broken this time, and the evil spirits inside ate many people."
The young man has picturesque features and no hair on his lips. He holds a single sword in his hand and wears a dark gray cloak. He behaves very quietly, giving people a very childish feeling.
"Brother Fei, where did you hear this? Why haven't I heard about it?"
the boy asked.
"Hey, I came back two days before you, and this matter has spread. Fortunately, the altar was opened at that time, otherwise the ancient towns near us would have suffered."
Fei Yihe's mouth cracked open when he spoke, revealing a set of yellow teeth.
"It sounds dangerous, but I think it's normal. There is a Dharma altar, and evil spirits can be warded off. If the altar breaks, the evil spirits inside will come out, harm the person who brought the altar, and then run away. But you are separated, so it's not too much. What bad luck, how could we just happen to meet each other? Look, both of you are fine." A person next to him was chatting.
"That's easy to say. I asked you to go with me, why didn't you go?" Fei Yihe snorted with a mocking look on his face.
The man was suddenly speechless.
The boy's face was expressionless.
The atmosphere was quiet for a moment, and one person spoke up to break the embarrassment.
"Brother Fei has returned successfully this time. I'm afraid he will be able to make a fortune again. Tell me, do you have fifty?"
Fei Yihe patted the table, "It's a beautiful thought. Send back the evil altar. Thirty great achievements, no more, no less."
"That's also a good thing. We patrol every day, and if we do it for a full month, we can only achieve one great achievement. If you go there, we will have almost three years of great achievements in vain."
"For nothing, for nothing. I got it from my life and death. If you have the courage, you can go there yourself. Why are you so miserable here if you don't have the courage?"
"Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue, when the wine comes, I will punish myself with three drinks."
"That's pretty much it."
The man who had been speechless by Fei Yihe before spoke again, "Brothers, I envy Brother Fei, haha. Thanks to you, we have been very comfortable this month. Not once did a demon harm people in this town. Didn't happen."
A few people were chatting attentively, and the young man who had been silent suddenly stood up.
"You guys drink first, and I'll buy some roast chicken."
The boy said, picked up the knife and went downstairs.
One person slapped his thigh and shouted: "Oh, let's forget Brother Teng. He has also made thirty great achievements. We will kill him no matter what we do tonight."
With that said, he hurriedly chased after him and shouted: "The roast chicken at Piaoxianglou is delicious. Buy a few more and come back."
Under the teahouse, the young man was no longer around.
Outside the East Street, the boy passed through a long alley, and soon came to the main street, then passed through a short alley again, and stopped at the gate of a small courtyard.
After pushing the door open and entering, the young man saw a beautiful woman sitting by the well fetching water and washing her face.
"Are you so afraid that I will run away?" The woman's face was dripping with water, and she was smiling when she spoke, but there was no smile in her eyes.
The young man is Chen Qingyan.
He glanced at the woman and said succinctly: "Honeycomb red stone."
The beautiful woman had a straight face, turned around and entered the house. After a while, she came out with a bag and threw it directly.
Chen Qingyan swung his sword horizontally, and the small bag landed firmly on the scabbard.
Pulling off the rope, the bag suddenly contained several red stone stones.
With these three honeycomb red stones, the quality of his formation weapons can be improved again.
However, Chen Qingyan did not plan to use them on the already forged weapons, but kept them to prepare for future magic weapons.
"Now that I have the thing, I will spare your life for the time being. Don't be too careful. I can't deal with the monks, but killing you is enough. I will give you the antidote when the garrison is over."
Chen Qingyan said, holding the cloth bag and entering the house.
The beautiful woman followed her gaze, and a word came from inside the house, "Watch the door."
Zang Rongrong immediately snorted angrily, sat down by the well again and continued washing his face.
inside the house.
Chen Qingyan pulled out a bamboo umbrella from a hidden crack, and then took out a jade token from his arms.
It was the spiritual weapons and magic weapons seized from Xiao Ruitang.
He should have directly transformed into the Source Point on his way back, but since the Altar of the Fierce God had been closed at that time, in order to avoid encountering evil spirits on his way back, he hesitated for a while and left it behind.
If you really encounter a demon, you have a few more ways to protect yourself.
The spiritual weapon has Zang Rongrong, a human sacrifice that can be used at any time. If necessary, the bamboo demon can be released to delay the attack.
The magic weapon has a divine fire cover, which can be released to protect yourself in times of danger.
Now that we have returned to the ancient town, there is no need to keep it any longer.
After all, there may be marks left by the Xiao family on the spiritual weapons and magic weapons, and it would be bad if they were traced to them.
"Let's see how many source points a spiritual weapon can provide."
Chen Qingyan silently recited transformation.
Following his decision, the bamboo umbrella in his hand suddenly twisted, and a familiar bamboo demon body appeared, with green-gray paint flowing continuously, and it was swallowed up by a mysterious force at an extremely fast speed.
The scene is completely different from the first transformation of the Soul-Eating Skull.
After all, spiritual weapons are also made from demon bodies as the main material.
Under Chen Qingyan's gaze, this spiritual weapon quickly turned into nothingness.
At the same time, the source points in the practice room increased rapidly.
Source point: "2"
Source point: "4"
Origin point: "6"
It soared all the way and finally stayed at the "14" point.
After deducting the original "2" points, this spiritual weapon provided him with "12" source points.
Chen Qingyan's face was overjoyed. He had thought there would be more soul-eating skulls, but he didn't expect there would be so many more.
"You were transformed by me too."
Chen Qingyan's eyes fell on the Shenhuo Jade Token. Although this magic weapon could save lives in some situations, compared with the dangers it might bring, it was safer to transform it directly.
The source point is promoted again.
The magic weapon Divine Fire Shield has the same quality that far exceeds the Soul-Eating Skull.
The source point increased rapidly from the "14" point, and did not stop until the "23" point.
Only "9" source points were provided, indicating that the quality of the divine fire shield was not as good as the spiritual weapon 'Bamboo Demon', but he couldn't figure out the specific difference.
Simply don't think about it.
"Twenty-three source points. Now I have completed the thirteenth level of Gu Yuan Gong. I only need to condense the energy from the first refinement into the second Yuan Dan. I can directly consume the source points. When the Gu Yuan Gong reaches perfection, you can also condense the third Yuan Dan and enter the third level of Yuan Refining, or even the tenth level."
Chen Qingyan was in high spirits.
The third level of refining the essence is already the basic symbol of Lingu Hidden Scale, and it is rare among the inner disciples.
