ming golden knife was inserted. 。The emaciated ghost cultivator's body had been slammed against the stone slab, with nowhere left to retreat. 。At this time, the emaciated Ghost Xiu wore a look of def...“Is the other party an enemy or a friend If you encounter Master Lu, do you think you have any chance” After a long silence, seeing this group of people walking away into the ruins 。 。“The other side has too many people. These aren't miners in a mine with no fighting power.” 。Even if I win, at most I can only protect myself. 。"Lu Xia Tian frowned and said" 。If that is the case, then we will have to take a roundabout way. 。"Weng Zhihan said, 'I don't know how these people got the news that there were treasures here. It seems like the old man has been in the mine for almost twenty years, and there have been some big changes outside.'" 。But this old man knows a shortcut, Young Master Lu, follow me. 。After finishing his words, Weng Zhihan led Lu Xiaitian through the ruined walls. Soon, they arrived at a fallen stone pillar. 。Weng Zhihan struggled to move the stone pillar aside, revealing a small hole as tall as a person inside. There were even steps carved from green stone leading down below, looking like an underground passage. 。
The two entered the secret passage one after the other. Weng Zhihan carefully put the stone pillar back in place, blocking the entrance.
"Done, the Blood Spirit Inferno is now within the underground palace. As long as we have the Blood Spirit Inferno, this old man can refine a magical artifact for Young Master Lu—the Demon Binding Rope. After refining and transforming it, the Demon Binding Rope will..." 。No matter how many ants there are, they will inevitably be no match for Lord Lu. 。"Weng Zhihan clapped his hands and said with a relaxed expression," 。"Hopefully so, time is of the essence, let's go." 。Lu Xia Tian nodded, a rare smile appearing on his face in front of Weng Zhi Han. 。Okay! 。"Weng Zhihan responded with a sound and strode swiftly up the dusty green stone steps." 。In the blink of an eye, it had already stretched for dozens of feet. 。This underground palace was quite large, filled with numerous secret chambers, altars, and dried bloodstains around the altars. 。It seems that this underground palace wasn't always peaceful in the past. 。After walking for more than an hour, a wave of bloody and hot air hit us. Passing through the narrow and winding passage... 。made a turn 。There was another altar before them, but this one differed from the previous. A three-legged giant cauldron sat upon it, its white surface adorned with three blood-red, ferociously realistic tiger-like heads. 。Upon the three-legged tripod, a blazing crimson flame burned fiercely, as if it would never be extinguished. The recent bloodshed and heat emanated from this very flame. 。“This is the blood spirit fire, it's really still..." 。"A hint of intoxication crossed Wen Zhihan's face as he turned and said, "Young Master Lu, this old man needs a large quantity of spirit stones to replenish his mana, and at least ten mid-grade spirit stones must be among them." 。Hand over all the refining materials to me. Also, during the refining process, make sure no one disturbs you, otherwise, all your efforts will be in vain. 。This place is quite secluded, but in case those people from before come looking, Master Lu will have to resist them until the magic weapon is forged. 。"Everything is ready, you can refine it with peace of mind." 。Lu XiaTian nodded, throwing the storage pouch filled with these spirit creatures to Weng ZhiHan. He wasn't a person who liked to dawdle, after taking out the spirit creatures, he sat cross-legged beside him to protect Weng ZhiHan. 。Blood Spirit Inferno is a rare spirit fire, the same level as Earth Lung Fire. However, ordinary cultivators can't carry it at all. It's just that some great cultivator somehow used this three-legged giant cauldron to hold a Blood Spirit Inferno and moved it here. 。It seems that this tripod isn't just an ordinary item. 。
Weng Zhihan took out the spirits one by one, then took a section of the bloodthirsty vine and threw it onto the tripod.
Under the burning of the blood spirit's fire, the entire section of blood-sucking vine impurities was quickly burned away. Moments later, only a wisp remained, bearing some slight spikes. 。That was the epidermis of the Bloodsucking Vine, but after being burned by the Spirit Fire, most of the impurities were burned to ashes. What remained was incredibly tough. 。But this is just the first step of tempering. 。 。And a single strand like this is far from being woven into a rope. 。Lu XiaTian prepared a large amount of Bloodsucking Vines, all needing to be refined in this way. 。
Refining a weapon is a long and tedious process. Many extraordinary spiritual swords need to be forged repeatedly by cultivators.
The binding rope dispensed with the forging process, but it required extracting a wisp of light silk from a large amount of blood-drinking vines. Furthermore, it was necessary to ensure that each wisp of light silk was subjected to the same heat from the blood spirit fire, otherwise, it would affect the overall quality of the binding rope. 。For ten days and ten nights, Ong Zhihan rested only for one hour each day, then plunged back into the intense work of refining. After ten days, all the blood-sucking vines were incinerated and spun into thread. 。And then, Ong Zhihan used the vast amount of herbs provided by Lu Xiaitian to concoct a spiritual liquid. 。
Soak the ice silkworm silk and bloodsucking vine silk in the spirit liquid for three days.
Only now, when Mr. Weng Zhihan is finally able to rest. 。Regardless of the meager conditions, he fell to the ground and fell into a deep sleep. 。After three days, Weng Zhihan once again used the blood spirit fire to roast the two kinds of light silks, and then soaked them in spiritual liquid. This process was repeated over ten times. 。Then, the wisps of silk were woven into ropes. 。In the middle, Wang Zhihan's hands were pierced by the fine thorns on the ropes, bleeding profusely. 。These tiny thorns are inherited from the Bloodsucker Vine. 。If it weren't for Lu Xiaoteng providing many restorative pills, even though Weng Zhihan was a cultivator in the later stage of Qi Refining, he would have long since died from exhaustion. 。It took over ten more days to weave the strands into ropes, and then they had to be subjected to the final refinement on the blood spirit's hellfire. 。It took almost three months, and during that time, Lu Xiaotian also secretly removed the aura left by the old man in black robes on the black sword. 。 。“Today is the last day. In a few hours, the Binding Demon Rope will be finished.” 。
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Due to long-term toil, Weng Zhihan had overconsumed his energy. His face was pale, but his spirit was very excited.
Because this magic rope, about to be born, was refined from his hands. 。"Damn it, this underground palace is really complicated. 。After searching for so long, I still couldn't find it. 。After several hours, the sound of light footsteps and curses came from the other side of the secret passage. Lu Xiaitian frowned. It was coming from the direction where people had entered the secret cave from outside. 。It turned out that the plan was actually this one. Lu Xia Tian had been pondering it these days, and now a cold look appeared on his face as he looked at the binding demon rope on the Sanzu Ding, which was being tempered by the blood spirit fire. It was now emitting a powerful artifact aura, but it was still slightly short of completion. 。"Master Lu, it will take at least another incense stick's time for the artifact to be refined. Don't interrupt under any circumstances, or all previous efforts will be wasted!"Ong Zhihan said with great effort. Because he was closer to the blood spirit fire and had been refining artifacts for a long time, he was now sweating profusely, his clothes soaked through and clinging to his body. 。Because he was being disturbed by outside factors, Wong Chi-hon's face turned extremely ugly. 。"I'm going to stop them" 。Lu XiaTian narrowed his eyes, then got up and walked out of the secret room. 。 for Lu Xiaodai made Yun Xiaoqi very unhappy.“I don’t know how to speak either, but I’ve always called him Lu Xiazi and he never seemed angry or opposed.” Xiang Kuang grinned.“Alright, now isn't the t...