Chapter 117 Colorful Pheasant Scissors

The result of the Rat Ghost fighting with the indigenous ghosts after several rounds surprised Wu Yi. The Rat Ghost was trapped and had almost no power to fight back. Even if the Rat Ghost wanted to break out from the underground, it was useless. After the last lesson, the indigenous ghosts were much more rigorous in their defense of the underground.

Because the Nine Ghosts Locking Palace Array was a trapping array, the Rat Ghost was not seriously injured for the time being, but it was obviously impossible for him to escape at the moment.

After being surprised, Wu Yi understood that this was reasonable. First, the soul fire of the Rat Ghost was extracted by him, and his cultivation fell. Second, after the ghosts devoured the whole body of Dong Wu's essence, several of them broke through to the peak of the spirit ghost and their strength increased greatly.

One rise and one fall, it is not surprising to have this result, but this result is what Wu Yi does not want to see. He wants to continue to play the role of his ten thousand years of stirring shit stick, and the ultimate goal is to let the two sides coexist peacefully and fight together.

With the power of the world, Wu Yi slightly interfered with the Nine Ghosts Locking Palace Array, and a small flaw suddenly appeared in the operation of the big array.

The native ghosts could not sense Wu Yi's intervention, and the rat ghost, because it was a demon ghost, was more sensitive to the spirit. Knowing that Wu Yi had secretly attacked, it felt complicated and did not follow the flaw to get out for a while. Seeing that the flaw would disappear as time passed, it finally got out of the formation.

The rat ghost was very fierce as soon as it got out of the formation, and wanted to devour the ghosts that besieged it. The reason why the native ghosts could defeat the strong with the weak was that the Nine Ghosts Locking Palace Formation was the biggest reliance. Unexpectedly, the rat ghost escaped. Many ghosts were shocked and forgot to change the formation for a while and reconnected with the qi.

If the rat ghost succeeded this time, I don't know how many ghosts would be killed. Of course, Wu Yi would not let such a thing happen. When it appeared again, it was not like the previous secret attack, and all ghosts could sense it.

After restraining the rat ghost, Wu Yi reprimanded both parties again and severely warned them not to hurt each other again.

Wu Yi first saved the rat ghost, and then saved the native ghosts. He played the balance skill to perfection, but he knew that at the moment, the most he could do was to let both sides know that the other side was not easy to deal with, so they dared not to act rashly.

The rat ghost knew that if Wu Yi had not taken action before, he might not have escaped. He knew his own strength very well, but as a demon ghost, his pride made it reluctant to give up.

The native ghosts did not know that Wu Yi had taken action before, so they thought that the rat ghost was stronger than them, and they were alert. After all, the rat ghost had just arrived and was not familiar with them. Moreover, he had fought with them before, so he was unwilling to make close friends for a while.

Looking at the hidden gap between the two sides, Wu Yi understood that the previous means were not very effective. It seemed that it would take some time for the rat ghost and other ghosts to practice the Nine Ghosts Locking Palace Formation together.

It seems that only fresh blood can be introduced. Wu Yi thought to himself that after the breakthrough of the foundation building of the law, Wu Yi could already visualize ghosts. If he visualized a certain number of ghosts and provided some Yin Sha Qi, he might have produced a batch of evil ghosts long ago.

Compared with the breakthrough of the foundation building of the Qi Dao in the past few months, strengthening his own formation and raising more ghosts is undoubtedly a wiser choice, which will improve his strength more.

Do it as soon as you think of it. Wu Yi immediately visualized ghosts. The Yin Qi in the stone tablet world gathered in the direction of Wu Yi. Under Wu Yi's visualization, they gradually gathered and took shape, and ghosts slowly took shape one by one.

Cultivation does not know the years. A month has passed in a flash. If Wang Chuchen had not mentioned that Wu Yi should go to get the magic weapon in a month, Wu Yi would not want to wake up.

Slowly exhaling the turbid air in his mouth, Wu Yi opened his eyes, his pupils were a little dim, and visualizing ghosts consumed too much energy, making Wu Yi a little tired, his eye sockets were sunken, and his breath was floating.

After sensing the progress of the transformation of the innate energy, Wu Yi's joy of visualizing dozens of spirit ghosts suddenly disappeared. The reason was that the proportion of the innate energy in the total amount of spiritual energy increased by one point.

One point a month, almost 10% a year, it would take nearly ten years to transform all the innate energy.

Suppressing the idea of ​​breakthrough again, Wu Yi planned to ask Wang Chuchen how to speed up the transformation of the innate energy when he met him this time, otherwise the speed was too slow and would greatly hinder Wu Yi's progress in the other two ways.

Wu Yi tidied his clothes and the spiritual energy flowed, covering up the fatigue that was exposed. Of course, it was just covering up. The consumption of spiritual consciousness could not be recovered so easily.

When he came to Wang Chuchen's cave, Wu Yi saw Wang Chuchen after the Taoist boy reported it, and there was a large pair of scissors not far to the left. On it, he could vaguely feel the breath of the feathers sent by Wu Yi. It seemed that this was the magic weapon Wang Chuchen made for Wu Yi.

Wu Yi looked straight ahead and bowed to Wang Chuchen, saying, "How are you, Master?"

Wang Chuchen nodded to signal him to stand up, saying, "I have already refined the three feathers you sent. Please see if you are satisfied."

Wang Chuchen practiced the method of meditation, which was the most familiar with the nature of things. He could quickly master the art of alchemy and refining tools. Refining a magic tool was nothing. If Wang Chuchen was willing to spend his energy, it would not be impossible to refine a mysterious tool. His life magic weapon had become a mysterious tool as his cultivation improved.

Wu Yi bowed to Wang Chuchen to express his gratitude, and stood up to the table where the big scissors were placed. Wu Yi's eyes were attracted by the scissors. The whole body of the scissors was shining with silver light, floating in the air, and extremely sharp. Perhaps it was the result of the initial creation, but it lacked a bit of murderous aura, but it did not affect the appearance at all.

Wu Yi walked down the high platform, came to Wu Yi's side, put his hands behind his hands and said: "The feathers you sent should be the feathers of colorful pheasants, and it is your chance to get them, but since they are bird feathers, they are inevitably more flexible than hard. I added some stardust black iron, poured it outside the feathers, and refined it into this pair of scissors."

"The feathers of the colorful pheasant, especially the red and blue feathers, are highly toxic and can contaminate other people's magic weapons. However, it is a pity that the toxins in them are used less once. I sealed the poison with black iron. This way, the toxicity will not be reduced, but If you have the opportunity to temper your poison, don't be stingy."

Wu Yi nodded repeatedly and agreed to everything.

Wang Chuchen was afraid that Wu Yi would smash his sign, so he continued: "The biggest use of this thing is to contaminate other people's magic weapons. If other people's magic weapons come, they can be cut off and destroyed. It will not be difficult to master it if you practice more after you go back." The place where the scissors are held is made of pure feathers, so there is no risk of poisonous backlash.”

When Wu Yi heard this, he felt that it was almost done, and he was almost done with what he could say, but Wang Chuchen suddenly said: "Besides, this treasure has another effect, you can check it out."

Wang Chuchen didn't say anything, but asked Wu Yi to find it by himself. Wu Yi couldn't help but be a little curious, but he didn't ask too much. Wang Chuchen's decision naturally had deep meaning.

First, his spiritual consciousness sank into the scissors. Wu Yi understood how to use the scissors, and then he picked up the scissors with both hands. Red and blue lights alternated between opening and closing, which was eerie and threatening.

"Go." Wu Yi's spiritual consciousness controlled the scissors to fly in the air, but the speed was not very satisfactory. Wu Yi had also seen the Qingfeng sword used by Sun Zhijie before. It was really cold and as fast as lightning, and it was incomparable to scissors. How much faster.

Can these scissors really block other people's magic weapons? Wu Yi couldn't help but feel worried, and looked at Wang Chuchen subconsciously.

Wang Chuchen smiled and said nothing, waiting for Wu Yi to discover the mystery on his own.

After letting the scissors fly for a while, Wu Yi took the scissors back and looked at them carefully, not daring to miss any detail.

Gradually, he found that something was wrong. The place where he held the scissors seemed to be able to fold and close, but when Wu Yi tried this, he couldn't do it. It seemed that there was a force blocking him. It was also this force that made Wu Yi ignore this before. Everywhere is mysterious.

Knowing that the mystery was inside, Wu Yi's majestic spiritual consciousness broke through the shield that blocked him, and the knowledge of the scissors suddenly poured into Wu Yi's mind.

Wang Chuchen nodded slightly when he saw this scene, knowing that Wu Yi had discovered the secret.

Wang Chuchen named this pair of scissors Cai Pheasant Scissors. The raw material sent by Wu Yi was three pheasant feathers. The scissors have two shapes. In addition to the shape of scissors that Wu Yi sees now, they can also be transformed into swords. appearance.

Wu Yi followed the instructions, closed the scissors, and a brand new sword appeared, a sharp silver sword. Since the feather was only one foot long, the sword was more like a dagger.

Wu Yi used his spiritual consciousness to control the silver sword and made it fly in the air. The speed was so different from the previous scissors that it couldn't even catch a shadow. It was an assassination artifact. I just didn't know how hard it was. I had to test it when I got back.

"Change." Wu Yi shouted, and the dagger showed its original shape, then turned into scissors, and cut it in the air. If the opponent is not careful, one blow can destroy his magic weapon. It is a treasure of Yin people.

Wu Yi looked at the scissors in his hand and respectfully bowed to Wang Chuchen: "Thank you, Master."

Wang Chuchen smiled and said with deep meaning: "As long as it is enough, it will be enough."

Wu Yi bowed his body and squinted his eyes, thoughtfully. Wang Chuchen obviously reminded him that although the scissors were good, they were only useful to him at the moment. As his cultivation level improved, Wu Yi would still have to find another magic weapon. It seemed that Wang Chuchen didn't think much of this thing. Satisfied, after all, the origin is too low and there is not much room for growth.

"There is one more thing I would like to ask for leave." Wu Yi did not ask Wang Chuchen whether the meaning of his words was the same as what he imagined. He changed the topic and told him about the difficulty of transforming his innate energy too slowly. I asked Wang Chuchen to clarify his doubts.

To Wu Yi's surprise, Wang Chuchen did not answer directly. Instead, he told him, "Haste makes waste."

On the way back, Wu Yi kept thinking about Wang Chuchen's words. Could it be that he had practiced too fast? But this speed can't be said to be fast anyway. Could it be that he was asked to let nature take its course, but wouldn't letting nature take its course be slower? Wu Yi was extremely distressed.

Wu Yi was still deep in thought after returning to the cave, but as soon as he returned to the cave, a guest arrived, seemingly paying attention to his whereabouts.

"Is Brother Wu Yi here?" There was only one person in the entire Taoist temple who was so sticky, and that was Li Gu.

What is Li Gu doing here? Although Wu Yi was confused, he still welcomed him in.

"Will my dear brother participate in the inner sect's true inheritance battle in a few months?" Li Gu got straight to the point.

Wu Yi didn't need to hide this idea, because there was no need, and said: "It is true."

Li Gu chuckled and said, "Then you and I can go together."

What, Li Gu also wants to participate in the battle for the true biography. Wu Yi suddenly felt that the world was a little chaotic. Isn't he a deacon? Is there still a chance to participate in the battle for true inheritance?

Li Gu seemed to understand what Wu Yi was thinking. He smiled awkwardly and said, "I haven't been a disciple for a long time. It's his reason for coming here to be a deacon."

"Oh." Wu Yi seemed to understand something.