Violent Cultivation of Immortals through time travel

This is no small feat.

Yun Mingyuan met the white-haired old man's gaze: "I can take whatever I want?"

The old head thought it was a little funny, this man sounded greedy, but there was no trace of greed in his eyes, it was impossible to guess what he was thinking.

The old man shook his head.

He has stayed in this ghostly place for too long. Observing these little bastards who have the opportunity to come in has made him dazed. When he sees a person, he can't wait to analyze them all thoroughly. The old man couldn't help shaking his head.

People.

Both are dead yet so many ideas.

Yun Mingyuan didn't know the rich mental activities of the old man. There were many kinds of materials in front of him, ranging from human-level materials to heaven-level materials, but there was no formation to attract people, which surprised Yun Mingyuan.

"Strange." He whispered.

"What's strange? You can come and ask me, maybe I know the answer."

A big head suddenly appeared beside him, and Yun Mingyuan was taken aback.

This elder was elusive, so it was easy to startle people, but after Yun Mingyuan thought about it, he felt that what this elder said was not bad, maybe the elder would still be willing to answer this question.

So he asked directly: "I found a heaven-level talisman in the position of the talisman sect before. Why is there no magic weapon here?"

The elder was stunned for a moment, and his expression changed when he looked at Yun Mingyuan. He knew that this young monk had other tokens on him, but he didn't care. Mainly practice other arts, there are very few real craftsmen, and it is considered good if you can catch one.

The old man paused, it was the first time someone asked this question after he had been here for so long.

He found Yun Mingyuan pleasing to the eye a lot, and felt a little pity why this young man was not the main weapon refiner.

He blinked, with a proud expression on his face: "What do you think the whole Tianxiao Palace is?"

His words sounded very strange, but combined with the question Yun Mingyuan asked, Yun Mingyuan was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help being shocked.

What does this elder mean...is the entire Tianxiao Palace actually a magic weapon?

The level of Tianxiao Palace has at least reached the level of the sky level, or even higher.

Yun Mingyuan's expression was solemn, and he was in awe of the Tianxiao Sect, who had no obvious reputation, no mountain or dew, and seemed to be Qi Sect without any characteristics.

The whole palace is a huge magic weapon, and there are various mechanisms in it, which can accommodate living people, and there may be someone behind it who manipulates it. Everything that happens in Tianxiao Palace may be well known by the people behind it.

Yun Mingyuan's attitude towards Qizong had changed, and that strange old man was naturally the first to know about it.

The old man was a little disappointed.

This young man is really smart and has such a good brain, which makes him, an old man, feel a little unhappy.

He closed his eyes, and waited for Yun Mingyuan to come up with a magic weapon that would make his eyes shine.

Yun Mingyuan speculates that these spirits in Tianxiao Palace were all the seniors of Tianxiao Sect, but they have been in it for at least 10 years. If Yun Mingyuan stayed in a boring place for 10 years I haven't been able to use this long time to study the things I am interested in. Although it looks like I have survived, my heart must be very lonely, even boring.

Yun Mingyuan had the idea of ​​refining weapons, and the movements of his hands can be said to be unambiguous at all.

What he thought of was the thing that was popular all over the stars in his original world, attracting men, women and children, making everyone addicted to it, and used to relax-games.

There is nothing more exciting than games.

Especially stand-alone games.

Yun Mingyuan planned to refine some things, and asked Yunxuan to help him make a small stand-alone game console. Anyway, Yunxuan could also directly copy the game data.

Using the aura of the cultivation world as energy, the service life can also be extended indefinitely. Given that some game tube cards are so speechless, he might want to smash the game console angrily, and he also needs to use some materials that cannot be broken.

Combining some of Interstellar's inventions with the means of the cultivation world to make something that conforms to the rules of the cultivation world, Yun Mingyuan is already familiar with this routine. When refining magic weapons, his movements are smooth and smooth, and he has integrated many of his own ideas into it.

To be precise, among these spells, only crafting can put one's own ideas into practice from beginning to end. There is no chance for the foundations of formation and talisman to be freely developed. It is necessary to lay a solid foundation step by step. But weapon refining is different. From the beginning, the art of refining can be used freely. From the very beginning, Yun Mingyuan took the path of combining the technological means of his own world with the means of refining weapons in the cultivation world. , some of them are related, although there is no inspiration, but the effect is not small.

When Yun Mingyuan was refining the magic weapon, the old man also opened his eyes to look at the things Yun Mingyuan refined, only to find that the things Yun Mingyuan made had no aura at all, which made him a little confused .

But forgive this young man for not having the guts to tease him.

He closed his eyes on the ground, and continued to close his eyes and meditate.

Yun Mingyuan didn't say much, and continued to refine the magic weapon he wanted to refine.

He used several kinds of strong materials one after another, and found materials suitable for making chips from his own inventory. Using the method of refining tools in the cultivation world, he made a chip that could read and write, and took Yun Xuan out. data input.

The moment Yun Xuan appeared, the old man who closed his eyes and rested his mind also looked over. He didn't see anything wrong with Yun Xuan's body, he just thought it was a magic weapon refined by Yun Mingyuan, and he was a little surprised. The early monks actually have some puppet skills.

Puppets are in the same sect as craftsmen in the realm of comprehension, but gradually evolved into two schools. Craftsmanship is relatively popular, but puppetry has become a minority. It is only possible to understand puppetry with a certain inheritance.

After many days, Yunxuan finally received a non-coolie job, to get some game data that Du, a bumpkin in the cultivation world, had never seen before. With a new job, is it far away from doing manual work in the future?

Yun Xuan was in a good mood, when he was working with game data, he accidentally exported too much.

He glanced at Yun Mingyuan with some guilt, and found that Yun Mingyuan hadn't noticed his situation, so he immediately suppressed his guilty conscience.

Yun Mingyuan probably didn't use the game data to play for himself, as long as he completed the task.

But Yun Xuan thought so, after all, he still wouldn't format the latest chips produced by Yun Mingyuan, otherwise Yun Xuan would directly format the chips and re-import the data.

Yun Mingyuan didn't notice Yun Xuan's little thoughts, even if he noticed, he wouldn't care.

Soon, Yun Mingyuan also got out the game console itself.

He stretched out his hand: "Chip."

Years of tacit understanding between Yunxuan and Yun Mingyuan, Yunxuan immediately handed over the chip, Yun Mingyuan took the chip and installed it in the newly made handheld game console.

The screen of the game console is a unique virtual screen in the cultivation world, which can be directly projected into the air, and the game console produced by Yun Mingyuan can be used by the soul, and can be directly operated by the soul. It's completely unimportant.

He tested the screen and found that there was nothing wrong with it, and the game data in the chip was enough, so he tried it himself with Shensoul.

The first game he opened was... Snake Snake.

Although it is controlled by the soul, the power of the soul can only be used to control the body of the game console, it cannot control the game itself, and it can still be used to pass the time.

A small game like Snake is not difficult for Yun Mingyuan, but it still needs a certain amount of practice if the soul power wants to accurately control the control keys of the game.

There is no aura on the entire game console, the only place that needs aura is to replenish the aura of the game console.

That old man from the Qi Sect reappeared in front of Yun Mingyuan again at some point, elusive as usual.

"It's ready? What is this?" The old man's expression was not very good. In his opinion, the thing Yun Mingyuan made didn't even reach the level of a human-level magic weapon.

But Yun Mingyuan is a monk who can refine Tianxing Iron, why does the level of refining seem to be so poor?

Yun Mingyuan was not frightened by the old man's expression.

He opened his mouth and slowly explained the gameplay of the game console. The old man had no expression on his face at first, but the more he listened to Yun Mingyuan's words, he became more and more surprised. The things were snatched from Yun Mingyuan's hands and played by himself.

Although Yun Mingyuan didn't say it out loud, he was indeed very accurate in catching his mind. He had been in this ghostly place for many years. Originally, there were other people here in Qizong, but they couldn't stand it. This kind of boredom finally chose to turn into aura and dissipated in the world.

But the old man can't.

Even if he wanted to dissipate, he couldn't do it.

Back then, in order to improve the quality of Tianxiao Palace, he refined himself into a weapon spirit of Tianxiao Palace, unless Tianxiao Palace disappears when, or there is a powerful ancient force that can separate him from Tianxiao Palace, Otherwise, he will always exist in Tianxiao Palace, and he can only endure the boundless loneliness.

But the old man no longer wants to continue living like this.

The other monks who came in all tried their best to show how high their refining level was. Whenever the old man saw it, although he still felt relieved in his heart, his heart was actually numb.

Even the feeling of comfort is somewhat numb.

He was still thinking about whether Yun Mingyuan would also refine some popular things to show off his skills, but he didn't expect that Yun Mingyuan would not take the usual way, and immediately attracted the old man's attention.

He remembered what he said before, and looked at Yun Mingyuan meaningfully.

Yun Mingyuan handed the game console to the old man: "Senior, can I start choosing what I want?"

The old man's face froze.

He said that if the things made by Yun Mingyuan can satisfy him, the things here can be taken away by Yun Mingyuan whatever he wants, but Yun Mingyuan's impatient look still makes him feel a little worried stuffed.

It was clear that he did not see any greed in Yun Mingyuan's eyes just now.

But the old man has lived for so many years, so naturally he has no reason to regret what he said.

He took the game console in Yun Mingyuan's hand and waved his hand: "Take it, take whatever you want, take as much as you want."

On the contrary, Yun Mingyuan was flattered.