Chapter 358 Soul Burial Abyss
The last step in refining a magic weapon is to immediately recognize the master with the essence and blood after the infusion is completed, and absorb it into the body and continue to warm it with the fire of the elixir, so that the runes on it gradually connect and form a rune array.
This step is crucial. If it cannot be absorbed into the body in time, the runes that have just completed the infusion will lose their effectiveness one by one until they are restored to the state of a top-grade magic weapon with only four runes.
When the magic weapon is absorbed into the body and warmed for several days, the rune array will be completely formed, and there will be no worry of regression, and the cultivator can take it out and use it.
Yuan Ming sat cross-legged on the lotus platform and closed his eyes to look inside. He saw that on the soul-destroying sword wrapped in the fire of the elixir, the five runes were running smoothly, and there was no conflict between them.
He realized that he had made the right bet this time!
The "curse" rune is also a yin attribute rune, which fits the other runes on the soul-destroying sword.
Although he had gone through many twists and turns, Yuan Ming finally succeeded in refining the Soul-Destroying Sword into a magic weapon. When he thought of this, Yuan Ming, who was sitting on the lotus platform, felt that his fatigue of the past few days was swept away. He could no longer suppress his excitement and couldn't help laughing out loud.
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A few days later, Lingming Building.
This building is located in the upper city of Lingfeng City. It is a teahouse built by Lingfu Sect specifically for Jindan cultivators. It has three floors, and each floor has different uses.
The first floor is a spacious hall. Lingfu Sect has set up many counters here. Some are responsible for accepting tasks, some are responsible for selling pills, and some are specifically responsible for recording and exchanging guest elders' talisman points.
Although most of the things here are linked to the status of guest elders of Lingfu Sect, Lingfu Sect does not mind those Jindan casual cultivators who do not want to join also using the facilities here.
Especially for the Jindan period tasks they posted, except for some that require the status of guest elders, others can be accepted even by casual cultivators who have reached Jindan.
Of course, if a casual cultivator accepts it, the final reward will be less than that of a guest elder, and there will be no additional reward of talisman points.
The second floor of Lingming Building is a tea room for Jindan cultivators to relax and communicate. The interior is magnificently decorated, and the walls and roof are inlaid with special moonlight stones, which can emit a soft but not dazzling light. Regardless of whether there is light outside, the lights here are always bright.
Various kinds of spiritual tea and incense are also free for Jindan cultivators to use. There are even many disciples of Lingfu Sect serving as attendants here. Each of them is proficient in piano, chess, poetry and painting. Except for problems in cultivation, no matter what the Jindan seniors ask, they can tell one, two, three.
It can be said that Lingfu Sect has really worked hard in winning over.
The third floor of Lingming Building is a small trading field. Every once in a while, a trade fair between Jindan cultivators will be held. The scale is not large, but the things taken out are not ordinary.
Yuan Ming had been in and out of this place frequently over the years. Now that he was here again, he was already familiar with the place. As soon as he stepped into the second floor, he saw several familiar Jindan cultivators sitting inside and chatting.
When he approached, a tall and thin male cultivator with slender limbs and a light beard on his face was talking about his experience of accidentally entering a secret realm. Seeing Yuan Ming coming over, he nodded slightly and did not stop talking.
This person's name was Feng Qi. He was a casual cultivator from Zhao State. After Jindan, he joined the Lingfu Sect as a guest elder. He was very eloquent and somewhat self-acquainted. He often appeared in the gatherings of cultivators in Lingming Tower. He had a good relationship with Yuan Ming and introduced him to many fellow Taoists.
"Long time no see."
As soon as Yuan Ming sat down, he heard a male cultivator's voice with a strange accent coming from the side. When he looked up, he saw a man with deep eyes, high nose, and a strong and muscular body. His right arm seemed to be injured. Not only was it wrapped in a bandage, but there was also a kind of ointment with a strong smell of plants underneath.
"How did you get your arm hurt, Daoist friend Yaxian? Why is it so serious?" Yuan Ming asked in surprise.
Yaxian opened his mouth and was about to answer something, but Feng Qi's voice suddenly came from the side.
"Alas, it's bad luck. This was caused by a level 3 monster when Daoist friend Yaxian and I went out to look for medicine. At that time, we only thought there were three monsters, but who knew there was a middle-level monster hiding in the dark, which hit me out of the blue. Fortunately, Yaxian helped me block it, otherwise, Brother Yuan, you wouldn't see me talking here today." Feng Qi said, touching his neck with lingering fear, and then patted Yaxian's shoulder gratefully.
"It's a small matter." Yaxian said lightly.
"By the way, where have you been recently, Brother Yuan? You didn't come to the last trade fair. That day, a few Daoists from the outer city happened to come and took out a lot of good things. It's a pity that you didn't come." Feng Qi said.
"I just closed myself off for a while. If I missed the trade fair, I missed it. I don't lack anything recently." Yuan Ming explained.
"Really? Not even short of elixirs? I tell you, one of the people who came that day got a lot of elixirs from Shengye Sect from nowhere, and several Taoists almost quarreled over those bottles of medicine." Feng Qi tutted his lips and said so.
Yuan Ming raised his eyebrows, but he was not surprised.
The Black Wind Desert is short of spiritual herbs, and there has always been a shortage of elixirs. The shortage of elixirs for the Jindan stage is particularly serious. No matter which store, the Jindan stage elixirs in it are in short supply, and the prices are frighteningly high. Ordinary Jindan cultivators can't afford it at all.
Ordinary elixirs are scarce, not to mention the elixirs from the Shengye Sect, a large alchemy sect.
"That is indeed a pity, but then again, even if I participate, I probably won't be able to buy a few bottles due to limited financial resources." Yuan Ming sighed.
He was indeed worried about the elixirs. After two years of consumption, the elixirs seized from Elder Hai and Mr. Guo's storage bags had bottomed out, and now even the insect elixirs in the elixir stage were on the market. It was so rare that he couldn't pick it up even if he wanted to.
Hearing this, Feng Qi suddenly laughed and asked: "Speaking of which, Brother Yaxian and I found a lot of spiritual herbs last time. If we could refine them into elixirs, they would probably be enough for five people. It's a pity that With those third-level monsters guarding us, we're afraid we won't be able to get it back.
Yuan Ming suddenly realized, and immediately laughed and cursed: "Okay, so you are waiting for me here."
"Hey, brother Yuan, don't be upset. In fact, I wanted to go with you from the beginning. Who knew you would suddenly go into seclusion? However, although we stumbled on those third-level monsters, Brother Yuan, you don’t have to worry too much. I’m fully prepared for this move, and I’ve also invited a Taoist friend who is in the middle stage of the Dan Formation to accompany me. As long as I have Brother Yuan’s help, this trip will be foolproof. ." Feng Qi blinked at Yuan Ming and said with a smile.
Yuan Ming pondered for a moment, but did not immediately agree: "What kind of third-level monster Brother Feng mentioned is it?"
"They are four poisonous knife locusts, one big and three small. One of them has been seriously injured by us. Although he is not dead, he probably won't be able to fight anymore." Feng Qi replied.
The Poison Knife Locust is a kind of insect monster unique to the Black Wind Desert. It looks like a locust, but has two huge tentacles that are like machetes but as thin as cicada wings. The tentacles are highly poisonous and will corrode. Skin and flesh, the person who was hit must immediately cut off the flesh and blood of the wound to prevent the poison from spreading, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.
Yuan Ming nodded: "In that case, I will accompany Brother Feng on this journey, but I don't know where those spiritual herbs are."
Feng Qi smiled and uttered three words: "Buried Soul Abyss."
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In the sky, dark clouds were like a city wall, bursts of thunder were rolling like war drums, and the heavy atmosphere was so heavy that people could even feel breathless.
The rolling sand dunes invariably cut off and collapsed at a certain point, as if someone had slashed diagonally with a long sword, gouging out the "flesh and blood" of the earth, leaving a "wound" that spread for countless thousands of miles.
The "wound" is a low-lying depression with long yellow sand all the way down the steep slope until it falls into the places where the sun cannot shine and the chilling darkness.
The cold wind rolled over the sand, carrying sand and dust, and whistled at the bottom of the valley. The sound was miserable and sharp, like the wail of an innocent soul, which sent chills down one's spine.
Four streams of light broke through the wind and sand, came from the southwest, and stopped at the edge of the valley.
As the light dispersed, Yuan Ming and the other four appeared, seemingly because they had been here before. The three people except Yuan Ming had long been familiar with the scene here, but this was the first time Yuan Ming saw such a dangerous place. I couldn't help but sigh.
"No wonder this place is called Soul Burial. It really looks like an underworld."
Hearing this, a middle-aged monk with a fair face and handsome face but some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smiled slightly and said: "According to what Fellow Daoist Yuan said, the few of us who come here are falling into a trap, and are sent to the door to make people seduced?"
Feng Qi rubbed his arms exaggeratedly: "Ah, Brother Fang, please stop scaring me. Look at my hair standing on end at the words."
After saying that, he and the monk surnamed Fang laughed at the same time, which relieved the cold atmosphere around them.
Yuan Ming shook his head helplessly and laughed a few times. His already less nervous mood became more relaxed.
The monk surnamed Fang, whose real name is Fang Youting, is also a guest elder of the Lingfu Sect. He looks young, but he has actually been in the pill formation for many years. On the surface, he is the strongest among the four Yuan Ming.
After several people laughed, Feng Qi straightened up his expression: "You two, the nest of those poisonous knife locusts is at the edge of the Soul Burial Abyss. Although Brother Yaxian and I have figured out the specific number, we are careful. To prevent another monster from sneaking up on you."
Fang Youting nodded: "Brother Feng, don't worry. With my level of consciousness, even if a third-level upper-level monster comes, I can't hide it."
Yuan Ming also agreed with his statement. In his opinion, Fang Youting's spiritual consciousness was indeed much stronger than ordinary pill-forming monks, but it was still far behind him.
The few people did not continue chatting. Feng Qi distributed some talisman pills that he had prepared in advance, and then led everyone to fly near the nest of the Poison Knife Locust.
It was a hollow under the sand. Even if there was dim light coming from the patio above, it could barely illuminate anything.
From time to time, fine pieces of yellow sand are blown by the cold wind and fall from the edge of the patio, as fine as a curtain, but they disappear again in an instant.