Chapter 96 Zi Menghan's natal soldier

Hearing Xuanxin's voice, the eyes of the three of Zi Menghan all turned to the crystal jade turtles in the fairy pond. The young monk Fakong lay on the edge of the fairy pond and said in surprise: "Master, why did you take a bastard? "

"brush!"

  Xuanxin turned into a stream of light and flashed in front of the little monk Fakong, and a paw shot Fakong away. On the paw, there were Dao runes slowly converging, and there was a faint wave of horrible aura.

  Xuan stared with enthusiasm, and said with a milky voice: "Smelly bald donkey! I am Xuanwu! Not the bastard!"

  Li Qingzhou was particularly surprised. He knew that the little monk Fakong had a low mouth but a low mouth, but his true strength was definitely not weak. Not long ago, he broke through to the Primordial God Realm, and the vision of Buddha and Demon was earth-shattering.

  Now, facing the attack of the crystal jade tortoise, even the Buddha and the magical vision were beaten into the air before it was displayed. It was indeed too unexpected.

  The surprise in Zi Menghan's eyes was even greater. Since returning from Taicang God City, she has been in retreat and cultivating.

  When the crystal jade tortoise shot Fakong, she clearly sensed the fluctuation of the Yuanshen realm on Fakong, somewhat surprised. However, Fakong was slapped flying, and the cruelty of this crystal jade turtle made her even more surprised.

  Won’t the master collect the beast Xuanwu, right?

Little Monk Fakong rubbed his swollen fat face and flew over, grinning, "Heh, this little one is quite powerful! You said you are Xuanwu? Tsk tsk, Xuanwu is a legendary beast, like you. Bigger?"

  Xuanxin is only the size of a palm, looks unusually cute and cute, humming: "I am Xuanwu, but I haven't grown up yet! When I reach the power level, I can transform into a human!"

   Ye Chen briefly introduced the origins of Xia Xuanxin to Zi Menghan and others, and introduced them to each other.

  Xuanxin’s origins surprised Zi Menghan and others. This little bit was actually transformed by the rebirth of a great saint Nirvana. Although they have lost the memory of their previous life, they still dare not underestimate the background.

  Little monk Fakong poked Xuanxin’s tortoise shell curiously, and said curiously: "Little brother, brother, are you male or female?"

  Even if he had just been beaten up, the little monk Fakong still said that he was stubborn, and he was born with this kind of virtue.

  "Man! Man! I'm a man, Xiaoye!" Xuan Xin waved his paw angrily, looking very mad.

Ye Chen stretched out his hand to stop their quarrel, and said in a gentle tone: "Well, I am calling you here this time. In addition to letting you get to know this junior junior, he also plans to refine a zombies for each of you. , By the way, pass on some of your divine passage methods."

  Ye Chen didn’t refine his own destiny soldier, because he faintly sensed that even if he threw that sage soldier-level azure seal into the Wanbao oven, he might not be able to refine his destiny soldier!

  Li Qingzhou said with a smile: "I already have my own destiny. Master can help them refine it!"

   "My destiny?!" Zi Menghan was completely stunned.

  Master can help people refine their natal soldiers?

  Li Qingzhou actually has a zombies?

  I have been in retreat for more than a year. What happened?

  They often retreat in the Qingyunfeng line, and they have not yet heard of what happened in the Xuanwu Mountains. Otherwise, they will be even more shocked!

   Ye Chen briefed Zi Menghan about the operation of the Wanbao oven, and Zi Menghan's eyes were staring.

  Zi Menghan came from the Ziwei Dynasty, and his knowledge is much better than Li Qingzhou and Fakong, and he knows the value of this treasure even more. Even in the Ziwei Dynasty, there is absolutely no such treasure!

"brush!"

  Ye Chen easily threw the semi-saint soldier-level black evil blood wheel into the Wanbao oven, the black evil blood wheel burst out with immeasurable evil energy and blood, trying to break free from the shackles of the Wanbao oven, but to no avail.

  In the blink of an eye, the black evil blood wheel has turned into a vast sea of ​​treasures and essences, shining with thousands of rays of light, and containing endless mysteries.

   "Master! That's a semi-saint soldier! How did you melt it?" The young monk Fakong jumped distressedly, feeling like his heart had been dug out.

   Zi Menghan and Li Qingzhou couldn’t help but twitch their mouths. They were semi-saint soldiers, they just melted!

  Master is too arrogant, right?

   Ye Chen looked at the young monk Fakong, and said lightly: "You don't want your own destiny?"

Although the rank of the black evil blood wheel is not low, for Ye Chen, this kind of magical semi-saint soldier is of no use at all.

  Anyway, there are a lot of semi-saint soldiers in his hand, and this one is not bad.

  The treasure essence contained in a semi-saint soldier is comparable to tens of thousands of low-grade spirit treasures, and it is estimated that it will be enough for a few of them to refine their natal gods.

  Fakong young monk quickly said righteously: "I want it! I want it! Master did a good job! It's time to melt it!"

   Ye Chen gently shook his head, ignored him, and ordered Zi Menghan: "Menghan, release a drop of natal blood and throw it into the Wanbao oven."

  Zi Menghan no longer hesitated, and directly sacrificed a drop of purple flower's lingering blood, which fell into the Wanbao oven.

  The next quarter of an hour, Zi Menghan noticed that he had some kind of intimate connection with the vast treasure essence in the Wanbao oven, and he could manipulate the treasure essence into any magic weapon according to his own mind.

Under the control of Zi Menghan, the massive treasure essence in the Wanbao oven began to quickly change shape, sometimes turned into a divine clock, sometimes a bright mirror, sometimes a sharp sword, sometimes an ancient pagoda, and sometimes a jade pot. , Sometimes turned into a treasure bottle...

  Zi Menghan’s practice method is different, and the refining of her natal magic weapon also requires more attempts.

  After a long time, Zi Menghan determined her own destiny, Zi Jing!

  The vast treasure essence is condensed and turned into an ancient purple mirror, engraved with sun, moon and stars, wind and thunder volcanoes, gods and animals, gods and weapons, etc., all-encompassing, and it seems that it can be hidden in the void at any time.

  Zi Menghan branded all the Tao she understood in this purple mirror.

The treasure essence contained in the semi-saint soldier-level black evil blood wheel is too vast. When Zi Menghan condenses his own destiny soldier, he still only uses less than half of the treasure essence, and there is a large amount of treasure essence. Ups and downs in the Wanbao oven.

   "Boom!"

  At the moment when the purple mirror is formed, its own thunder penalty is born in the Wanbao oven, and a series of catastrophes bombard the purple mirror, letting Zi Menghan's life essence and blood merge with the massive treasure essence that builds the magic mirror.

   "Om!"

Soon, the purple mirror suddenly made a humming sound, the entire purple mirror was full of spirituality, and its own deity had been born inside the purple mirror, invisible and invisible, hazy, completely following the Zi Menghan’s Will exist.

  At this time, this purple mirror can be regarded as the natal soldier of Zi Menghan!

  "Where the heart is, everything can be changed! From today, this mirror is called the mirror of the heart!" Zi Menghan named his natal warrior.

  (End of this chapter)