What would a normal Mahayana casual cultivator do before crossing the catastrophe

Qinan followed Yan Nange out of the bamboo building, and came to a tunnel within less than a hundred meters.

Dao refining monks generally also practice the way of rune array secret patterns.This old black-bone chicken has studied refining for thousands of years, and its use of space secret patterns is amazing. The top of the mountain looks only a few kilometers in diameter, but in fact, it does not know how many space secret patterns are folded in it.

A faint purple light flashed in Qinan's pupils, looking at the hidden lines in the sky, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

Yan Nange used his spiritual sense to close the protective organs around the tunnel, and led Qinan down to the refining room in the center of the mountain.

The layout style here is completely different from the simplicity and elegance of the top of the mountain. A large number of non-gold and non-wood materials are laid out, and countless precise structures form extremely rigorous special puppets, which appear extremely cold and rigid.

Qinan tapped the silver-gray metal wall of the refining room with his fingers, and said with a smile, "No matter how many times I see it, I think your refining room is so wonderful."

Yan Nange raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

Qinan shook his head and did not continue talking, he raised his hand and took out a long silver cylindrical object, and gently placed it on the table of the crafting table.This long silver tube is about four feet long, with a hole at one end, slightly narrower than the other end, it looks rather weird, and there are two words engraved on the part without the hole-【Killing God】.

"The wear and tear is a bit serious...how on earth did you use it?" Yan Nange frowned, reached out to pick up the Killing God, and started to investigate further, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

Qinan said in a deep voice: "Kill God Kill God, you chose this name for it, maybe you hope that the person who holds it will really have the power to kill 'gods'—that is, monks in the source realm. Unfortunately, its It's still a bit weaker."

This was Yan Nange's practice work many years ago, so he didn't care if Qinan said it was weak.He shook his head slightly: "Mechanical flow can have a power far beyond normal refining schools, but it relies too much on refining materials. It is difficult to manufacture firearms that can really 'kill gods'."

Qinan's eyes flickered slightly.

Thousands of years ago, in the sea of ​​chaos, a small world that had been sealed for a long time was broken by the mighty power of Heaven and Earth Thunder Calamity.

It seems to be as common as thousands of other small worlds and planes. The only thing that attracts attention is that in this world is hidden an ancient sect that has long been considered extinct but has survived until now. Zong".

This sect, which was very strong in the ancient times, has already suffered a severe damage to its vitality. It didn't even have the capital to gain a foothold in the Twelve Continents. It could only find a random planet in the sea of ​​chaos to restore its vitality.

But it is also this down-and-out sect that has set off a revolution in "Refining Dao".

There has never been a lack of arrogance and lunatics in the source world. In the early days, some people tried to combine a large number of scattered "tools" to create more subtle and powerful weapons that far surpassed their own realm.However, this genre sprouted many times, but never really developed.

There is no other reason, because the flaws of this genre are too great.

The coherence of secret lines between different "tools" is too difficult, easy to damage, and relies too much on the bearing capacity of the material itself. Because the secret lines are not closed, it will be seriously disturbed by the tide of the source spirit. The spiritual power circuit is too long and requires several times. Start Time……

These flaws directly killed the genre in its infancy.

Until Tianheng Sword Sect returned to the source world.

The small world they live in has been sealed for a long time, spiritual power is scarce, materials are scarce, and the tide of spiritual power is blocked... Due to many coincidences, "Mechanical Flow" has thus obtained the best breeding ground.

It finally blossoms and bears fruit in the hands of mortals who cannot cultivate due to lack of spiritual power.

"Mechanical flow" has risen since then.

For nearly a thousand years, monks have drawn inspiration from the masterpieces of mortals. Headed by the Tianheng Sword Sect, there has been a frenzy of mechanical trends among low-level monks.However, for high-level monks, it is still difficult to make up for the shortcomings of the mechanical flow, so to this day, this genre is still stuck in this position, and it has not caused much threat to the mainstream refiners.

Therefore, it did not cause much repulsion.

But this Yan Nange in front of him is one of the very few high-level monks who have not given up studying mechanical flow.

He was a lonely and stubborn pioneer.

"It's been repaired, remember to oil and maintain it regularly." Yan Nange returned the repaired weapon to Qinan, and handed him another bottle of ointment, "As for the new weapon... what is your request?"

Qinan came back to his senses, touched his chin and said, "It must be strong and durable, and it should be able to be used as the main weapon in the source environment. Can it be done?"

Yan Nange glanced at him, and said, "Okay. But even if it's the cost price, a mechanized weapon of this level cannot be afforded by ordinary source-level monks. Are you sure you have that much money?"

Qinan said quietly: "Although you despise my elixir as useless, I can sell it to other monks for a very high price."

Yan Nange: "..."

A vein popped up on Yan Nange's forehead, and he smiled, "You fucking brought me a pot of yellow-brown viscous semi-solid that exudes a strange smell. Who would recognize that it is the elixir you refined!"

Qinan refused: "That's the 'durian' taste you described yourself! It's you who said 'smelly, sweet, yellowish and sticky'! You clearly said that it is the 'king of fruits' from your hometown! "

Yan Nange didn't catch his breath and choked, "You..."

His forehead twitched, he was too lazy to argue with this guy who had never seen a durian, and drove him out.

Qinan was quite angry at being kicked out. He felt that his elixir was completely fine, and Yan Nange couldn't feel the obvious fluctuations in spiritual power of the elixir?

No matter how you think about it, it's all Yan Nange's fault!

He was holding his breath, and just walked out of the space isolation circle of the refining room when he was suddenly taken aback by the cracked sky outside.

"His-"

A bright yellow sword light passed across the sky, and there was another space rift.

Qinan took a closer look in fear, and saw two phantoms fighting in the sky not far away.

Damn, he just went in for half a stick of incense, so what happened? ? ?

At this time, another piece of space was torn apart by the sword light of one of them, and a pitch-black space crack spread, and another building collapsed with a "click".

Qinan tried his best to distinguish, and found that the two phantoms whose speed was so fast that he couldn't see them clearly were Yu Hong and Chasing Light Sword Lord.

Qinan was a little flustered and very guilty, after all, he was the one who brought Yu Hong.

He wondered in his heart whether he had to help people repair the secret realm quickly after they finished fighting, but he also felt that he would not be able to repair it with his own level of space secret patterns, so he felt even more guilty.

He held his breath and complained to Yu Hong in his heart, then subconsciously reached out to touch the storage bag at his waist, but finally stopped.Gritting his teeth, Qinan rushed out and said through voice transmission: "Stop it, why are you fighting? The secret realm is about to collapse!"

The two sword cultivators noticed him approaching, and instantly withdrew their sword momentum, standing in the air and looking at him together.

Qinan just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and heard Zhuguangjian Jun say: "It's okay, Mr. Yan's space secret pattern has self-healing ability. We are just discussing the Tao, Qinan, you should stay away first, so as not to accidentally hurt you."

Yi Hong said, "Yes."

Qinan: "..." Well, you are big!

Qinan watched helplessly as the two sword cultivators retreated a few thousand meters, and then fought again among the Kongming lanterns outside the mountain top, feeling bad all over.

He turned his head and glanced at the giant white cat that was hiding behind the bamboo house not far away when the air-restricting formation was broken and sneaked up the mountain, and then glanced at the two origin sword cultivators who destroyed the world , sighed deeply.

Another sigh.

Sigh again.

"...Damn, you just wait for me."