Journey to the West: At the beginning, Li Er was mistaken for his father

"Hey, this dragon-cutting platform..."

Li Xiudao went down to earth just to convey that sentence.

Now that it has been communicated, I will silently mobilize the primordial spirit again, and return to the practice field without stopping.

It's just beheading, it doesn't take much time.

As soon as he turned back to the front of the supervisory platform, he saw a flash of white light.

The Dragon King of Weihe followed the head and body into two parts, and the dead could not die again.

This practice field has obviously undergone a special sacrifice of mana, and life is allowed but death is not allowed.

Without mana support, the dragon head and dragon body are just some spiritual dead things, and immediately fell through the clouds.

In the heavenly court, the heavenly court has its own responsibilities, and these hundreds of heavenly soldiers and generals are obviously responsible for supervising and beheading the suppression of the court.

The process is extremely proficient, as soon as the Weihe Dragon King died, he immediately rushed up in an orderly manner.

Put away the weapons in your hands and replace them with brooms, dustpans, etc.
Scrubbing, cleaning, all in one go.

In a blink of an eye, the law field returned to its appearance when Li Xiudao first appeared.

It was clean, and there was no trace of the torture just done.

Except one.

When these heavenly soldiers and generals were cleaning up, they deliberately bypassed the dragon-cutting platform in the middle.

On top of the already extremely mottled old scars, new blood is added.

And after adding a new dragon life, the evil spirit emanating from the dragon-cutting platform is obviously a bit heavier than before.

Li Xiudao could see clearly that after the Weihe Dragon King was beheaded, a dragon soul had neither ascended to the sky nor descended to the ground.

Instead, after a little struggle, he was directly sucked into the dragon cutting platform.

Then contact the wailing sounds that Li Xiudao heard from the Dragon Cutting Platform.

Apparently, it was the ghosts who had died under the Dragon Stage.

"Using dragons to make treasures..."

Li Xiudao muttered to himself.

Among all living beings, the most precious thing is not the flesh and blood, but the soul.

The physical body is destroyed, but you can still turn around to practice ghosts, or take the road of conferring gods.

But if there is any defect in the soul, even if the body is intact, it will only die gradually.

The dragon cutting platform is not just the treasure of killing that Li Xiudao thought before.

It is also an extremely rare growable magic weapon.

The more dragons you kill, the stronger the power of the dragon cutting platform will be, and it is not impossible to even break through the boundaries of magic weapons and become spiritual treasures.

"I don't know whether the person who set up the dragon-cutting platform here did it intentionally or unintentionally..."

Li Xiudao rubbed his chin, thinking secretly.

He is more inclined to the latter guess.

After all, if it is something with an owner, then this person is too patient.

Every time a dragon is killed, the power and spirituality of the dragon-cutting platform will increase by one point.

It seems to be a good business with a steady flow of water, but the time has dragged on for too long.

Although the dragon clan is far from as beautiful as it was in ancient times, it still cannot be underestimated.

The Dragon King of Jinghe was killed mainly because of the joint efforts of Wude Xingjun and Buddhism.

Otherwise, even if one secretly violates the order of heaven and changes the number of rain points, there may not be room for turnover.

In 50 years, it is unlikely that such a major case will occur.

If one really wants to refine this treasure sacrifice to great success, at least twenty or thirty old dragons of this level can be used to achieve it.

In that case, it would take at least a thousand years.

Even if immortals live forever, it is still too long.

In order to confirm his guess, Li Xiudao reached out with one palm and used his magic power.

The dragon-binding rope, which had been suppressed for a long time, flew out of the sleeve like a green dragon coming out of water.

In just a moment, it was closely connected with the Dragon Terrace.

Before, Li Xiudao didn't do anything because there were hundreds of years of heavenly soldiers and generals around the execution ground.

If there is something strange about myself, I am afraid that I will be directly suppressed by it.

In the absence of a physical body and only Yinshen, if he confronted him, he would be too disadvantaged.

but now……

Their task is to ensure that the supervision and beheading goes smoothly.

Once the Dragon King of Weihe River died, they left directly after cleaning the execution ground, leaving the Dragon Terrace where it was.

In their minds, there is no idea that anyone will come up with an idea.

That being the case, Li Xiudao would naturally not be polite.

"really."

Slowly carry the fire of humanity, refining the Dragon Terrace bit by bit.

Li Xiudao was extremely excited.

Perhaps there was indeed a reason for the dragon cutting platform to be placed here in the first place.

But now, it is undoubtedly a thing without an owner, it is empty inside, without the imprint of anyone's aura.

Regarding Li Xiudao's magic power, he did not say anything against it, but took the initiative to welcome it.

The rank of the dragon-cutting stage is half a chip higher than the dragon-binding rope in Li Xiudao's hands.

After beheading so many dragons, the dragon-cutting platform is almost full, and it is almost about to break through the current rank limit and become a spiritual treasure.

For Lingbao, the focus is on the word "spirit".

Most of the dharma objects used by practitioners contain a certain amount of spirituality, otherwise it would be difficult to carry the practitioner's mana.

But there is an obvious watershed between magic treasures and spirit treasures.

The so-called Lingbao means that it contains the original spirit.

To a certain extent, it is no longer just a magic weapon, but a living creature with its own thinking and emotions.

The so-called "magic treasure recognizes the Lord" in the world comes from this.

If you are not a master who is recognized by them, you cannot control and drive them at all.

Magical treasures are not raised innately, but cultivated by monks with their own mana and primordial spirit.

Therefore, magic weapons are born to find a master to sacrifice, so that they can continue to grow and not fall down.

The Longtai is about to become a spiritual treasure, giving birth to a natal spirit, and the ignorant Lingzhi will not be completely ignorant of this.

Although like now, every few decades, kill an old dragon who violated the rules of heaven.

Not only will the cutting dragon platform not fall, but it will continue to improve.

But this is not the right path after all, you still have to find a master.

Li Xiudao has the same dragon-binding rope as the dragon-cutting platform, and he also has the fire of humanity that cannot be tempered.

As soon as Xiaolongtai felt his breath, he naturally wouldn't reject it.

It's extremely slow to say, but it's actually just a few breaths of video.

The flames have already spread and covered the entire dragon cutting platform.

In the places refined by the fire of humanity, the bloodstains disappeared, leaving only a bright spot.

But the aura of the dragon-cutting platform has not decreased but increased, and it has been increasing steadily.

originally……

Those bloodstains were caused by the dragon-cutting platform without the master's control and unable to completely refine the evil spirit when killing the dragons.

Now, without the slightest waste, all of them have been refined into the dragon cutting platform.

There was a "clang clang".

After the impetus of the Dragon Terrace was pushed to the peak where it could not continue to improve, it rose again, and then fell back quickly.

Correspondingly……

The Dragon Raising Platform, which was originally standing still on the execution ground, suddenly soared into the air and flew into the mid-air.

The aura fluctuates.

Finally, it exploded with a bang.

"Lingbao."

Looking at his empty right hand, Li Xiudao slowly spit out two words.