Xiantu

Song Mo lowered his face slightly: "Shopkeeper Wang, what do you mean?"

Wang Min said with a smile: "This box is indeed a spiritual weapon, but it cannot be seen with the naked eye at all, and even with the divine sense, it cannot be detected. Daoist friends will know it by touching it with their hands."

Song Mo was skeptical, and stretched his hand into the box, and his fingertips really touched a hard object.

This thing looks like a dagger, only one inch in size, and it is cold to the touch.

Wang Mindao: "This spiritual weapon is called the Cold Blood Dagger, and it is made of the famous cold breath stone, a well-known refining material in the cultivation world. It is a pity that there was a mistake in the refining process, and it became a middle-grade spiritual weapon. However, although it is a middle-grade spiritual weapon, because of its invisibility, its role in battle is more than ordinary high-grade spirit weapon."

Song Mo held the cold-blooded dagger in his hand and played with it. He was quite moved, and asked, "How is the attack power of this cold-blooded dagger?"

Wang Min said in embarrassment: "The attack power of this cold blood dagger is similar to that of ordinary magical weapons. It is not suitable for frontal combat, but can only be used for sneak attacks."

Song Mo frowned and said, "It's similar to a magical weapon. Isn't it that even the ordinary body protection techniques of cultivators in the Peiyuan realm can't be broken, let alone a defensive spiritual weapon. Even if it can be invisible, what's the use?"

Wang Min smiled wryly and said, "If that wasn't the case, how could it be only a middle-grade spiritual weapon? You must know that even a cultivator in the Alchemy Realm would not be able to detect this cold-blooded dagger with his spiritual sense."

When Song Mo heard this, he felt that it was tasteless to eat and it was a pity to discard it.

I only heard Wang Min say again: "However, if fellow daoists can find a kind of refining material called black mustard stone in the future, infiltrate it into this cold blood dagger, and ask a master refining master to refine it again, it will make this cold blood The attack power of the blood dagger has been greatly improved, not inferior to other high-grade offensive spirit weapons."

"Ink mustard stone..." Song Mo frowned, and pondered: "I've heard of this material. When refining spiritual weapons and magic weapons, as long as it penetrates a little bit, it can make the spiritual weapons and magic weapons harder and stronger. It's extremely sharp. But this black mustard stone is extremely precious, once it appears, it will be immediately bought by those real people in the Huandan Realm at a sky-high price, there is no place to buy it, where do you want me to find this black mustard stone?"

Wang Min smiled and said: "So it depends on whether you are willing to gamble. Once this cold-blooded dagger is re-refined with black mustard stone, its power in battle may not even compare to the top-grade spiritual weapon." Go up. We cultivators in the Yuanyuan Realm cannot control magic weapons, and this cold-blooded dagger is more precious than ordinary magic weapons for monks of our level!"

Several thoughts turned in Song Mo's mind, and finally said: "I wonder how many spirit stones this cold-blooded dagger needs?"

Wang Min smiled and said: "If you like it, fellow daoist, I don't want too much. 4 yuan and 3000 yuan of spirit stones are enough. Don't be too expensive, fellow daoist, the materials for refining the cold blood dagger are too precious. In addition to the stealth characteristics, the attack power is too weak, but it is far more than this price."

Song Mo's eyebrows twitched when he heard that, a better middle-grade spirit weapon is about 3 yuan, and generally it will not exceed [-] spirit stones. This shopkeeper Wang really dared to open his mouth like a lion.

He only has a total of 3 spirit stones on him now. After thinking about it, he opened a bulging storage bag and handed it over, saying: "I only have 3 yuan of spirit stones on me now. Shopkeeper Wang, let's see the value of these materials." How many spirit stones are enough to cover the remaining 1 spirit stones? If not, I like this cold-blooded dagger, but I am really short of money, so I can only bear the pain and give up."

In this storage bag, there are several hundreds of years old spiritual grasses he collected in the Luoyang Mountains last time, as well as the demon pill, animal skin and two sharp fangs of that fourth-order demon crocodile.

Wang Min took the storage bag, opened the jade boxes one by one, and checked whether the spirit herbs placed in them were intact and whether the medicinal power had been lost.As for the complete animal skin and fangs, he inspected it carefully, and smiled after a long while: "Fellow Daoist, this is killing a fourth-order monster! How about this, the demon pill, the animal skin , and fangs are worth about 8000 yuan in spirit stones. As for these few spiritual grasses, although they have been cultivated for hundreds of years, they are not considered precious and rare species. They are worth at most 2000 yuan in spirit stones. I will discount these materials for friends How about 1 yuan of Lingshi?"

Song Mo nodded slightly. The price was similar to what he had inquired about.

Wang Min said again: "I think Fellow Daoist is also a straightforward person. How about this, I will suffer a little bit and erase the odds of the 3000 yuan of spirit stones, and you can give another 3 yuan of spirit stones. Make friends and visit the store more next time."

Song Mo glanced at Wang Min, who was smiling like a fox, and couldn't believe that he had really suffered.However, the price was not outrageous, and he didn't bother to argue with each other, so he directly counted out 3 yuan of spiritual stones and handed them to Wang Min.

The deal was concluded, and both parties were very happy. Song Mo put the cold blood dagger into the storage bag, exchanged greetings with Wang Min, and then left the Zhenbao Pavilion.

After wandering the streets of Liuyunfang City for half a day, feeling that there was nothing necessary, Song Mo went directly through the curtain of pouring water, stepped out of the cloud shuttle, and flew in the direction of Liuyunzong.

After returning to the cave, Song Mo spent half a month refining the newly obtained spirit weapon.Seeing that Mu Li was silent and hadn't gone out, she planned to see how his injury was recovering.

The door of Mu Li's room was always closed, and Song Mo had never entered since leaving that day.

Song Mo didn't go in directly, but first cleared his throat at the door and shouted, "Ah Li, how is your injury, can I come in?"

After a while, Mu Li's hoarse voice sounded inside: "...Come in."

Song Mo pushed the door open, and saw Mu Li sitting cross-legged on the bed, his face was abnormally red, his lips were black and purple, and his eyes were dull.

Apparently the injury wasn't getting better at all.

Song Mo asked with concern: "A Li, what's the matter with you? Why do you look so bad?"

Mu Li said weakly: "The evil spirit on the startled dragon whip is really powerful. After so many days, I couldn't force out even a trace of it. Instead, the evil spirit invaded my internal organs. Now I can barely suppress it."

"Let me see." Song Mo approached and unbuttoned Mu Li's skirt.Mu Li's figure is flexible, his skin is pale and delicate, and the moonstone on the top of the cave casts fine rays of light, making his skin as thin as a cicada's wing.

Song Mo lowered his head and looked at Mu Li, who was lying powerlessly in his arms. He seemed a little nervous, his back was slightly tense, and his smooth and beautiful lines made people's heart beat.

It's a pity that a hideous wound that spread from the shoulder to the waist and abdomen destroyed this beauty.

Song Mo stretched out his hand to caress Muli's back, feeling the place where his fingers brushed gently trembling, he smiled silently, in fact, Muli's reaction was very obvious, how could his previous self not notice it.

I haven't seen it for a few days, the wound that was originally just bluish has turned into a deep purple, and even the naked eye can see traces of evil spirit on it.

Song Mo leaned down, and whispered in Mu Li's ear: "A Li, it's not okay to go on like this, why don't you let me try. The skills I practiced last time can suppress the extremely cold air produced by the Tingyou Crystal for you , maybe it can also have a miraculous effect on this evil spirit."

Song Mo's warm breath swept over Mu Li's neck, and his earlobes were stained with an unnatural blush. He closed his eyes, nodded invisibly, and let Song Mo do whatever he wanted.

Song Mo first touched the Feishu point on Muli's back with his palm, and slowly channeled his spiritual power into it.After half a stick of incense, Song Mo withdrew his palm, then pressed against the Shenshu acupoint, and continued to transmit spiritual power.

In turn, Mingmen point, Qihai point, Jianjing point, Zhongji point, and Shangqu point, Song Mo sent spiritual power back and forth, step by step to help Muli force out the evil spirit.

Mu Li's eyes were closed all the time, if it wasn't for the fluttering of the drooping eyelashes, which showed that the master's heart was not peaceful, Song Mo would have thought he was asleep.

With the transmission of Song Mo's spiritual power, the evil spirit entangled in Mu Li's wound dissipated slightly, although not much, but it finally had an effect.

It seems that the "Kong Ming Jue" practiced by Song Mo really has the effect of restraining this unknown evil spirit.

After more than ten days like this, Song Mo took three rounds of pills to replenish spiritual power, and finally completely eliminated the evil spirit from Mu Li's body

Mu Li's whole body seemed to be exhausted, and he lay down on the bed powerlessly. Song Mo said softly, "A Li, you should sleep for a while, I'll watch by the side."

Mu Li nodded, and closed his eyes obediently. He was indeed extremely tired, and his breathing became long after a while, obviously falling asleep.

His cultivation has fallen to Muli's level, but he doesn't need to sleep at ordinary times, and he can completely replace it with meditation.Only when seriously injured do you need to use deep sleep to restore your spirits.

Song Mo stared intently at Mu Li's peaceful sleeping face, and after a while, put his hand gently on Mu Li's neck.

The skin under the palm is so thin that it is transparent, and you can faintly feel the flow of blood, as if you can break this fragile neck with just a little force.

But Song Mo knew that the fragility shown by this person in front of him was just an illusion. No one could have imagined that under this seemingly harmless appearance, there was such a cruel and cruel soul hidden.What a powerful force was hidden in those pale and flexible muscles.

Song Mo sneered in his heart, and slowly withdrew his hand.