After thinking for a moment, Ren Qing decided to try to build a secondary small world.
In fact, the feasibility is still very high.
He plans to refine the mountains and rivers in Yongjian Prison into a space-type magic weapon.
When Ren Qing wanted to bring in the monks from heaven, he used the magic of heaven and earth to temporarily integrate the small world into the rest of the internal organs.
In this way, the eternal prison will not be exposed.
After all, the Eternal Prison is composed of spells. No matter how hard he conceals it, there will always be an inconspicuous aura.
People in the Yangshen realm may not be able to detect it, but Ren Qing can't guarantee that the same is true in the Tiangui realm.
There is no such trouble in the space for refining magical weapons. If we trace the origin, the core is also the moon pattern that constitutes the weapon spirit.
Ren Qing swept past the Eternal Prison and then looked at the peaks next to the wine lake. Although their size was not as good as the volcanoes and crystal mountains that served as jailers, their altitude was already outstanding.
He divided the refining steps into various tasks, posted them on the notice in the Dream Market, and contacted Xiao San'er to take full responsibility.
Ren Qing then went to refine the second Moonfall pseudo-dragon.
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In the eternal prison.
Because the notice suddenly had hundreds of tasks, it naturally attracted the monk's attention, and soon hundreds of people came to the Dream Market to watch.
Han Li frowned slightly as he mingled in the crowd.
Every time a large-scale mission occurs in the Jailer Hall, it means that something that can change the situation has happened, and it must be very involved.
He carefully checked the contents of the mission and found that the location of the mission was still the world in the stomach, and he couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Xiao San'er quietly came to Han Li's side, followed by Teng Ning.
Han Li glanced at Xiao San'er and couldn't help but ask softly: "Zuo San, is the mission really to refine weapons?"
"Well, it's in Nanshan next to the Wine Lake. I was notified in advance by Senior Ren Qing that the scale of the weapon refining this time is not small..."
Han Li looked puzzled: "Scale?"
Xiao San'er said excitedly: "Han Li, you should be approaching the point of a sudden change. Do you have enough training resources?"
"How can it be possible?"
Han Li smiled helplessly. He was practicing the Nether Celestial Insect Technique, the Shadowless Ghost Technique, the Taotie Technique, and the Blood Bacteria Recording Technique at the same time.
It would be fine if he had some choice, but all the magic techniques go hand in hand, and if you want to reach the Yin difference realm, the resources required are completely astronomical.
Xiao San'er invited: "Come refine weapons with us."
"According to Senior Ren Qing, the focus of the Jailer Hall will be on Nanshan Mountain, and the entire mountain peak... will be refined into a treacherous device."
Han Li's pupils dilated. This gesture was indeed a bit exaggerated, but since it was Ren Qing's plan, it was considered normal.
Teng Ning nodded slightly towards Han Li. As the leader of the demon tribe, he would cooperate with Xiao San'er to complete the refining of Nanshan.
As for the monks recruited for the mission, most of them are doing non-core work.
"Okay, you tell me what to do."
Han Li immediately nodded in agreement. In fact, regardless of whether Xiao San'er invites him or not, as long as Ren Qing is involved, he will do it without thinking.
In Han Li's view, Ren Qing is his guide and can be regarded as a master-disciple relationship.
"I'll contact Senior Jiang Feng first. First I need his magic to get an overview of the whole situation."
Xiaosan'er was a little nervous, but he quickly regained his composure. After all, he had already sorted out his thoughts on the way to the Dreamland Market.
After Jiang Feng learned the news, he contacted the monks scattered throughout the Eternal Prison.
Under his command, more than a thousand monks headed to Nanshan in an orderly manner, and there were also a large number of monsters carrying piles of materials.
The giant lizard came in handy again, with hundreds of monks standing on its back, shouting from their mouths.
Hundreds of demons on the ground turned into deformed and terrifying monsters, roaring towards Nanshan. The leaders were Hu Wen and Zhang Yi.
Mastering the jailer method requires tremendous pressure, and they are essentially a group of lunatics.
In their opinion, the daily life of plowing and patrolling the fields is too boring, and there is no fun in refining giant magic weapons that are thousands of meters tall.
Xiao San'er had already reached the top of the mountain in advance with his flying sword, and was looking at Nanshan, thinking about how to refine it better.
After a moment, he said in a deep voice to the eye in his palm: "Senior Jiang Feng, inform the monks to fill in all the cracks in the cave."
Eyeball opened his mouth and said: "Okay, but do you want to contact Yin Cha Realm?"
"No need for the time being. Several seniors are in retreat, so it's best not to disturb them. Besides, we already have more than enough manpower."
After Xiao San'er finished speaking, he suddenly saw Han Li gesticulating at the bottom of the mountain, and couldn't help but add with a strange expression: "Senior Jiang Feng, let Han Li locate the cracks in the cave."
He couldn't help but look at the bottom of the mountain curiously. With Han Li's low-key character, he was willing to take action. It seemed that he was really short of money.
Han Li closed his eyes tightly and remained motionless, while the monks around him cast doubtful glances from time to time.
In fact, he was not about to be involved in a strange change as Zhou Zuosan thought, because a spell had completed a strange change a few days ago.
This technique is not the shadowless ghost, nor is it the blood bacteria record, but the spirit of the hill of the Taotie technique.
The flesh and blood all over Han Li's body began to collapse, turning into blood-red lime and flying away, eventually forming a human-shaped sandstorm.
This strange transformation is called "Gravel", which allows him to turn the mountains that make up his body into powder.
Because of the blood bacteria record, every drop of Han Li's blood is like a dantian, which can contain the rocks that make up the body of the mountain spirit.
Han Li turned into a sandstorm and enveloped Nanshan, driving away the wild beasts.
Seeing this, Jiang Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Nowadays, more and more ghost envoys are emerging in the Prison Hall. Like Han Li, they have even been involved in treachery, but he is still stuck in the second treachery...
Before Jiang Feng could sigh for too long, Han Li had already marked the cracked cave.
He quickly signaled the civil engineering monks to come in and launch a thorough "clean-up" of Nanshan to achieve the prerequisites for refining magic weapons.
Many monks poured muddy water into cracked caves, or manipulated vegetation to pull out trees all over the mountains and plains, leaving large open spaces.
Next comes the work of the weapon refiner.
They used the solubility of the liquid to mix various materials and seep into the soil, refining Nanshan from the outside to the inside.
The rock wall kept emitting a faint light, which instantly became dim again.
Tons of materials were transported to Nanshan. If you look at it from a God's perspective, you can see that the Jailer's Hall is as orderly as an ant colony.
After experiencing large and small wars, the Jailer Hall is becoming stronger and more comprehensive.
Ren Qing spent two days refining the Moonfall Pseudo Dragon, and after pondering for a moment, he did not choose to transform the soul of this magical weapon into an immortal golden body.
According to the current situation, the ordinary Moonfall Pseudo-Dragon is enough to deal with it.
He then looked at the Yongjian Prison, but he didn't expect that Nanshan had already been refined into its prototype, which showed how fast the Jailer Hall was.
Ren Qing immediately used the magic of heaven and earth.
He stretched out his right index finger, and his flesh and skin gradually turned into rocks. Nanshan Mountain was directly manifested by supernatural powers, as if it were Buddha's Five Fingers Mountain.
The monks turned into fleas and ants on their index fingers, looking up at the sky-holding giant Ren Qing.
Ren Qing smiled and used his consciousness to control the materials and assisted the Jailer Hall to refine Nanshan.
He could feel that after Nanshan merged into his index finger, although the volume of the refined material did not change in essence, it was obviously less prone to error.
Especially when refining Ksitigarbha's ribs into Nanshan, it only took one time to achieve success.
Ren Qing has no intention of refining Nanshan into a superior magic weapon. It will be enough for the current stage, otherwise the amount of work will be too great.
He immediately began to draw the moon pattern, giving another lesson to the weapon refiner of the Prison Hall.
Everyone in the jailer hall withdrew from the confines of Nanshan. Thousands of monks watched the moon pattern gradually take shape in the distance, fascinated, and couldn't help but marvel at the mystery of the crafty weapon refining method.
Ren Qing successively integrated the weird embryos of the warrior realm and the half-zombie realm into Nanshan, and a space of hundreds of square meters suddenly appeared inside.
The space is filled with flesh and blood up and down, and there are blood vessels and veins all over the surface.
He canceled the Fa Tianxiangdi, and then moved Nanshan to a corner of the Eternal Prison to prevent monks from accidentally entering it.
The Buddhist dream seeds came to the small world of Nanshan and exuded a faint Buddhist aura.
The flesh and blood immediately turned into glass, and there was no trace of the strangeness of the jailer's method at all. Instead, it seemed as if he had arrived in the Pure Land of Western Heaven.
After taking back the Buddhist dream seeds, the small world of Nanshan returned to its original state.
Ren Qing nodded with satisfaction, and once again used the magic of heaven and earth to fuse the small world of Nanshan with the heart. Sure enough, he could completely block out the aura coming from the prison of eternal life.
The heart turns into a mountain and still maintains its function of transporting blood.
He has some thoughts. When the world in the stomach reaches the realm of Yangxian, it is likely that the laws, heaven, and earth will no longer be limited to temporary manifestations.
Ren Qing can completely refine a small world that will last forever.
For example, the immortal world containing Youyuan is specially used for Taoist disciples to practice.
After all, if the Youyuan contained in the Prison of Eternity is too strong, it will affect the creatures living inside and become half-insects.
Otherwise, Ren Qing would not have started refining the pseudo-spiritual veins after getting the formula to activate the Tiandao insect eggs.
At that time, the prison of eternity will become a mortal world, and no matter what system the monks master, they will "ascend" to the corresponding small world for intensive cultivation.
After Ren Qing confirmed that Nanshan's small world was correct, he randomly pulled the consciousnesses of a few hyenas and used the ability of the Fairy in the Mirror to transform food into food.
The hyena didn't even notice that he was in a dream state, and ate the food happily.
Ren Qing raised his brows and immediately used Three Inches of the World, trying to get the life essence from the hyena, but the latter stayed away from the food.
It seems that hyenas can instinctively sense something strange and suppress their desires.
Ren Qing began to reduce the lifespan obtained from the transaction, and only after maintaining half interest did some hyenas start gobbling it up again.
He was a little disappointed, and thought he could find a shortcut to extend his life, but it was obviously time-consuming and laborious to cut the beast like a leek.
Fortunately, with the thousand years of life of the monk in heaven, it will definitely not be only a few breaths.
Ren Qing pulled Wu Nian's consciousness into the small world of Nanshan, symbolically stole a life span, and then put it back into his body.
"Damn, it really works."
His face turned red as he continued to refine the Moonfall Pseudo-Dragon, his heart beating wildly as he planned to spread schizophrenia to hundreds of thousands of monks first.
Ren Qing seemed to be able to see a steady stream of longevity energy coming.
He knows that he is a gambler at the gambling table. Even if he has the ability to win every bet, he still has to resist greed.
There is no way in the sky that he can cut leeks without limit. The safest way is to get out as soon as he has enough longevity.
Of course, the definition of "enough" is a little tricky.
One thousand and four hundred years will allow the Prisoner of Eternal Life to advance to the Yang God Realm. If two thousand more years are added, he can break through the Yang God Realm. If he continues to extend his life for three to four thousand years, even the Eyeless Dharma can reach the Yang God Realm.
Even with five thousand years, he can be promoted to an immortal immortal...
