Chapter 188: The Furnace Does Not Go Out

The flame of the Wandishan Everlasting Furnace is cold. The furnace is very normal. It is about two people tall. The only difference from the ordinary furnace is that there is no bellows. The fire in the furnace looks normal. You can't feel a trace of heat when you stand nearby. , Mu Xingqiu and Fangfang already knew about it beforehand, but they still felt it was very strange.

"Don't reach out and touch it because you think you can't feel the heat. In fact, it's several times hotter than ordinary fire. It will be instantly destroyed and no one can save you." A Taoist priest who oversees the furnace solemnly warned, and then said in an admiring tone: "This is the world in this world. The unique Taiyin fire is immortal and melts all things. It is not natural and does not belong to the five elements. It is the holy fire closest to the origin of Tao fire. "

Yang Qingyin restrained her usual arrogant style, and the look in her eyes was more pious than that of the Taoist priest who oversees the furnace, "The fire of Taiyin, I chose the Honglu Department because of it, but my parents did not allow me to leave Pangshan. Alas, I really want to steal it. A fire." She glanced at the Taoist priest who became wary, "But I won't do that. The fire of Taiyin is unique. When separated, it becomes ordinary fire. It is the opposite of the water in the sword washing pond. I know this truth."

The Taoist Priest Supervising the Furnace nodded with satisfaction and asked the three of them to bring out the materials for refining the weapon. Yang Qingyin held the package and said in a very rare pleading tone: "Can I do it myself? I am also a disciple of the Hong Lu Division."

The Taoist hesitated for a moment and waved his hand, allowing her to move freely, taking the materials from the other two people, and after opening them, he kept nodding, "Rich people, really rich people, mother green iron, copper, snow bottom charcoal, purple road mud , Golden Soul, Silver Soul, Millennium Shell Powder, Qunfang Essence, Demon Pill, are they all Liuzhang Demon Pill?”

Mu Xingqiu and Fangfang smiled and nodded. The hard shell of the World-Destroying Xuanwu brought them a lot of wealth and could update most of the materials. The demon pill presented by Du Fangfeng also came in handy.

The Taoist priest put down the package, rubbed his hands and said, "If you can't refine a fourth- or even fifth-grade magic weapon, it will be a waste of these materials. After you dye the magic weapon in Wangshan, you must tell me the final result."

The round, ever-extinguishing furnace has seven entrances, and seven magical weapons can be refined at the same time. The Taoist priest who supervises the furnace calls on one person to be a helper. Put in the snow bottom charcoal first. It can slightly increase the heat, and part of the charcoal itself will be integrated into the sword. Next is mother-green iron, which is the main material of the magic sword, followed by copper, gold soul, silver soul, and shell powder, adding only a little each time. These things give the magic sword special abilities.

"The purple copper is equivalent to the upper Dantian mud pill, the golden soul and silver soul are equivalent to the middle Dantian Jiang Palace. If you have the golden soul, the effect will be better, and the shell powder is equivalent to the lower Dantian. After seven hours, add the demon pill to make the hilt. Finally, sprinkle the essence of Qunfang to make the magic sword look better, wrap it in Zimo Shen Mu, and you can take it away. The materials are excellent, and you feel more energetic when smelting it." The Taoist priest in charge of the furnace praised while working.

Do not turn off the other side of the stove. Yang Qingyin was adding ingredients one by one with a serious expression. Her things were all good, except for the demon elixir, which was a little worse. While waiting, she said, "Don't be too happy too early. The materials are good, but the grade of the magical artifact you refine may not be the same." High, it depends on the skill of the blacksmith.

What is more important is the thoughts of the holder of the magical weapon. Hehe, weapon-refining Cunxiang is different from ordinary Cunxiang. You can't compare to me. "

An hour later, the materials had been sent into the furnace, and the three Pangshan disciples were about to start thinking.

The non-extinguishing furnace is located in a cave at the core of Pangshan Mountain, but the location of the memory is in a small cave on a higher level outside. Yang Qingyin was familiar with the road and ran up first, followed by the Taoist priest who oversees the furnace and the other two people.

The upper floor is a circular corridor with seven small holes on the inside, which correspond to the seven entrances of the non-extinguishing furnace below.

"Refining weapons and thinking about them is actually not complicated." The Taoist Supervisor introduced that Yang Qingyin had already entered the cave to think about it. "First enter the thinking state normally, and then try to imagine the appearance of the magic sword. This step is very critical. At this time A weak will is likely to affect the uneven distribution of the magic sword's materials, which will affect the final grade. Remember, don't think about anything but the magic sword. You can stop thinking at any time and go out for a walk, but don't think too much. Especially don’t think like Yang Qingyin did last time.”

The Taoist priest who supervises the furnace did not say what weird magic weapon Yang Qingyin had refined. He directed the two of them to enter the corresponding small hole and then left on their own to go to the lower level to keep the furnace in check.

Mu Xingqiu's thoughts were not going well. He did not have random thoughts, but the thoughts did not last long. He woke up in less than half an hour. He walked around in the corridor and saw Fangfang and Yang Qingyin still there. In Cunxiang, the entrance to the cave is closed by a faintly glowing film, indicating that the two people's thoughts are extremely deep and are not affected by the outside world.

He understood what he was worried about. The Taoist priests from Yashan and Xingshan were waiting outside. Could Wandishan also be coveting his true illusion? The treasure bag that stores the magic scroll is also in the hands of the Wandishan Taoist priest at the moment. Although the treasure bag is not open to outsiders, in the hands of a high-level Taoist priest, this restriction is not worth mentioning.

After the second circuit, Mu Xingqiu put aside his thoughts. Doubts would not help solve the problem and would only interfere with the most important things at the moment. He re-entered the small hole, sat upright, and re-entered the state of contemplation.

In his imagination, the magic sword was about three feet long and had simple purple patterns on its body, which was somewhat similar to the purple pattern sword he lost.

Imagination will affect the shape of the magic weapon, but imagination and reality are rarely exactly the same. It is also one of the materials for refining the magic weapon, and no one can predict in advance to what extent it will be integrated with other materials.

This time, the meditation lasted longer. Mu Xingqiu opened his eyes and felt that at least two hours had passed. Fangfang and Yang Qingyin were still meditating in the cave. He walked around the corridor and felt that he could not meditate again immediately, so he walked down the stone steps to the furnace room below.

The Taiyin Fire was still burning in the furnace. The furnace had been open for several hours, but the temperature in the room did not rise. There was only one Taoist priest who was supervising the furnace. He stared at the furnace infatuatedly, as if he was talking to it silently. Hearing the footsteps, he turned his head and smiled, and said a little abruptly: "The original Taiyin Fire was only the size of a palm. It took more than 100,000 years of magic to grow to this size today."

"Even in the nine major sects, this is a miracle." Mu Xingqiu praised sincerely.

"Miracle, it is indeed a miracle. But in the past three thousand years, it has not grown again, and it seems to have shrunk a little."

"Everything has an end." Mu Xingqiu said casually. He knew very little about the Taiyin Fire.

The Taoist priest who supervised the furnace shook his head, "If there is an end, it is not the fire of Taiyin. It may be because Wandi Mountain has declined. There are only three Taoist priests who are still alive, and there is no one higher. Ten thousand years ago, there was a Taoist priest who served Yuemang in Wandi Mountain. Now our master is not even a Taoist priest of Hongluke. This is also extremely rare."

The Taoist priests never hesitate to criticize their own Taoist lineage, and they are not as respectful to the chief and the master as ordinary people are to their elders. Mu Xingqiu has long experienced this, but he is very unfamiliar with Wandi Mountain and does not even know the name of the Taoist priest who supervised the furnace. He is really speechless and can only remain silent in embarrassment.

The Taoist priest who supervised the furnace continued to talk, "Or it is that the furnace is not extinguished to sense the movement of the demon clan. Its ability is not just to refine magic tools, it has life."

The Taoist priest's voice became soft, as if the one who listened to him was not the disciple of Pangshan, but the furnace fire opposite.

"Because there are too many related signs, the Taiyin Fire is just one of them."

Mu Xingqiu suddenly became curious and asked: "I have heard of several ideas to deal with the demons. Some people hope to cultivate more high-level Taoists, and some people hope to unite various forces, including the demons..."

Before Mu Xingqiu finished speaking, the Taoist supervisor shook his head, "Neither of them works. The Taoist Fu Rimang relies half on hard work and half on talent. Who dares to guarantee that a figure that has not appeared in the past ten thousand years will appear within the next thousand years? Even if it appears, there will be only one or two, and they cannot compete with the entire demon clan. As for uniting the demon clan, it is even more ridiculous. You see that the turmoil of the demon clan is becoming more and more frequent, just because they have heard the news of the demon clan, and they can't wait to become slaves of the demon clan again."

"Do you have a better way?"

Supervisor Taoist Lu turned around again, his stern eyes reflecting the blazing fire, "There is no other way, we can only welcome the long war again like 130,000 years ago. The nine major sects should be prepared to flee and find a hiding place for the most precious treasures. Why did the Taoism decline? Because of the long peace, no matter how loud the words are, there is actually no pressure in the heart. How can the Taoism be revived? Only when the destruction is imminent can great Taoists like the first generation of the three ancestors appear. Be prepared, by then, eight out of ten Taoists may be wiped out by the demons, and the few remaining people are the remaining fire. If the Taoism fire is not extinguished, even if there is only one person left, it will eventually be ignited again."

Mu Xingqiu bowed, not to agree with the other party's statement, but to admire those who are already thinking about the battle between Taoism and demons.

The Taoist smiled, "I hope my nonsense will not affect your magic weapon-who cares, maybe you will refine a sword to slay demons."

The two exchanged the Taoism ceremony, and Mu Xingqiu returned to the upper level to contemplate, and this time he persisted to the end.

After seven hours, it was already morning outside. Three Pangshan disciples walked out of the cave, nodded to each other, and walked to the lower level in turn without saying anything.

The three Taoists used purple mud to build a mold, poured molten water into it, and it took shape automatically. The demon pill softened and turned into a hilt. The whole sword was wrapped in mud, not showing anything, and only the general shape could be seen.

Yang Qingyin refined a short sword that was just over two feet long. She weighed it in her hand and smiled, "It must look like me."

Fangfang's magic sword was slender, and Yang Qingyin said, "Your magic sword looks like you too."

Mu Xingqiu took the magic sword wrapped in mud and frowned slightly, "It's not what I imagined."

Yang Qingyin laughed, "Maybe it foreshadows what you will look like in the future - like Lin Sa, a tall, strong and fat man."

Fangfang couldn't help laughing.

The sword in Mu Xingqiu's hand was nearly four feet long and more than three inches wide. It didn't look like a magic sword commonly used by Taoist priests, but rather a slashing weapon used by the Xuanfu Army to charge into battle.

The Taoist priest in charge of the furnace smiled and said, "This is the magic sword you need. It's not very common, but it's definitely suitable for you. You'll like it when you crack the mud."

The Taoist priest gently brushed his fingers across the surface of the mud and thought for a while, "It probably requires more demon seeds than other magic weapons."

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