Cultivation world prohibits discrimination magic weapon

Lei Zimo saw a different scene outside, the originally desolate and desolate back mountain seemed to have changed at this time.

The courtyard was still the same, but it was obviously not from the same era. He observed the ancient decorations in the courtyard and the aura surrounding it, which was completely different from the Dharma-ending Age where the aura was scarce.

At this moment, he was confused.

Could it be that his memory is confused?What era is this?

Lin Yuan'an in the house also felt the changes in the nearby spiritual energy, and he only took a few glances at the scene of Lei Zimo blocking the door outside the house.

Lei Zimo turned around: "Boss? Have we time-traveled?"

Lei Zimo has never seen such a scene in his life, he guessed that this is some new device of the Artifact Sect, and then that fat man used them to test?

Thinking about it this way, Lei Zimo felt that this must be the case, and he was ready to break the formation violently.

"Wait a minute!" Lin Yuan'an's voice came from inside the room, and he interrupted Lei Zimo's movements.

Lin Yuan'an took a deep breath of the pure spiritual energy, and he felt that his whole body was unobstructed.

He has read countless books, and this usually happens when the two of them fall into the void created by the ancient power.

This kind of rare event in a thousand years did not expect to meet Lei Zimo together by accident.

"It's not a bad thing, just don't rush out."

Lin Yuan'an asked Lei Zimo to stop, and Lei Zimo stopped what he was doing.

Maybe Lin Yuanan knew something.

"This is a man-made void." Lin Yuan'an said as he came out of the house.

He glanced at the red waning moon in the blue sky outside the house through Lei Zimo's shoulder.

"There is a lot of aura here, which is suitable for cultivation."

Lei Zimo probably understood what Lin Yuanan said, "Then this place should be made by the ancestors of the Artifact Sect?"

"That's right, looking at it now, no one can make such a small world. If you come here, you can rest in peace and see." Lin Yuan'an pulled Lei Zimo out of the room together.

In this situation, Lin Yuan'an suddenly took Lei Zimo's hand, and the curious Lei Zimo didn't notice anything strange at all.

He was naturally held together with Lin Yuan'an, looking around the small world, like a curious baby.

"What a coincidence the people who created this place!" Lei Zimo exclaimed.

Lin Yuanan looked at the bare mountains of the same color and a pile of scribbled dead branches and leaves. It seemed that the creators were too lazy to make fine work. Compared with other illusions, this place is even inferior to what a child can do, except for aura. Full-bodied is a shoddy scene, it is not good-looking at all, and it is not even elegant.

He didn't know where Lei Zimo saw this skillful hand.

Although he retorted in his heart, but he didn't want to make Lei Zimo feel frustrated, Lin Yuan'an still agreed, "Well...it's really okay..."

"Really? Boss, look at how beautiful that tree is!" In the middle of the yard was a big tree with a crooked neck. Lei Zimo pulled Lin Yuan'an and rushed forward to watch it. Feeling a strong sense of intimacy, as if he should belong to this environment.

The spiritual energy in the surroundings all came from this towering ancient tree, Lin Yuanan held Lei Zimo's hand, and he took the initiative to step forward to observe the ancient tree.

"This should be the formation eye, and... this tree is carved from stone."

Hearing what Lin Yuanan said, Lei Zimo's eyes lit up, he really didn't see it just now, "Wow, is it so realistic? I didn't even see it, it's really ingenious!"

Lin Yuan'an: "..."

I don't know what Lei Zimo's eyes are like, I can't see such obvious carving marks.

"Boss, why don't we go shopping?" Lei Zimo said excitedly.

"it is good…"

This time it was Lei Zimo's turn to drag Lin Yuanan around, he was quite curious about this place, people would be afraid of unknown things, but he was not a human being, he was a magic weapon.

In fact, Lei Zimo also has his own calculations in his heart, there are only him and Lin Yuan'an here, if he doesn't understand this place, he is afraid that Lin Yuan'an will make some mistakes or accidents.

He must rule out all dangers, and he can feel at ease only if he knows the terrain like the back of his hand.

Lei Zimo dragged Lin Yuan'an around for a walk, this small world is not big, the whole range looks boundless and vast, but the range of activities is only the size of this courtyard.

If you want to open the door and go out, you will be surrounded by a vast expanse of white.

It seems that the owner here has only built a yard, and the outside is quite casual.

The two held hands and walked back to the old tree, "Boss, is this the end of shopping?"

The only thing that has not been detected is this towering ancient tree. Lei Zimo looked up at the sky, and this ancient tree was endless.

"Shall we climb up and have a look?"

Lei Zimo is still very confident about climbing trees, after all, he has climbed all the crooked trees in Wuchen Mountain.

But he looked at Lin Yuanan, who was dressed expensively beside him, it seemed that it would not be good for a noble man like Lin Yuanan to climb the mountain, right?

Seeing that Lin Yuan'an didn't speak, Lei Zimo thought he was disgusted again, so he immediately changed his words, "Eh...how about I climb up to have a look? Boss, are you waiting for me below?"

Hearing Lei Zimo's words, Lin Yuanan frowned impatiently, Lei Zimo was going to abandon him?He held Lei Zimo's hand tightly.

"do not want!"

The plan to climb alone was rejected by Lin Yuanan. Lei Zimo felt the tightening force of his palms. Could it be that Lin Yuanan was afraid?

He knew that human cultivators are different from their magic weapons and are prone to fear of the unknown, so Lei Zimo said again: "Then I'll carry you up?"

In fact, Lin Yuan'an is not afraid of being alone, he just doesn't want to be separated from Lei Zimo, Gui Zhenren's words are always in his mind;

——Don't leave the people around you, or the consequences will be disastrous.

He didn't know what the consequences would be after leaving Lei Zimo, but he didn't know when he didn't want to be separated from Lei Zimo from the bottom of his heart.

"No need!" After Lin Yuan'an finished speaking, he took out a magic weapon from his Qiankun bag.

The place here is not big and it is not convenient for Feiyu Qionglou to display it, so Lin Yuan'an took out the flying couch that he had kept under the box for a long time.

Under Lei Zimo's amazed eyes, the bead turned into a flying couch that can carry people, with a small stove table and a tea set for drinking tea on it, which is a mobile tea table.

Lei Zimo looked at this extremely exquisite flying couch and sighed, "Sure enough, being rich is different..."

"Let's go." Lin Yuan'an pulled Lei Zimo to sit on the couch.

The flying couch was not hindered on the way up, and I don't know how high this ancient tree can extend.

At the beginning, the scenery along the way was nothing special, but when the flying couch rose higher and higher, changes began to appear on the ancient trees.

The thick tree trunk was covered with murals, and the speed of flying the couch began to slow down when seeing these murals.

Lei Zimo stared at these stick figure murals with rough painting styles. He observed carefully that they turned out to be the origin of the Artifact Refining Sect, and also recorded the ancient artifact refining methods.

The flying couch was close to the tree trunk, and Lei Zimo stroked the mural on the wall, "The painting is really good!"

Lin Yuan'an: "..."

Lei Zimo: "Did we accidentally enter the inheritance land of other sects?"

As a magic weapon, he saw that these things were completely useless, but he still recorded these processes bit by bit in his mind. With these, he could exchange debts with the fat paper head of the Artifact Refining Sect after he went out.

Lin Yuan'an looked carefully, and found that these indescribable murals did record the refining methods of ancient artifacts, and there were even many forbidden techniques.

Especially a picture that he was very concerned about, which recorded the introduction of the device into the spirit.

There are many races in the world of cultivating immortals, and magic weapons and equipment spirits are also one of them. Natural magic weapons are made up of the essence of heaven and earth and are rare in number.

But do such artificial spirits really exist?He never saw it.

Lin Yuan'an stared at the picture for a long time, Lei Zimo followed suit, his expression changed from curiosity to disgust after seeing that.

Because the process of awakening the Artifact Spirit was too bloody, and human sacrifice was actually required.

For him who was born with a magic weapon, this is simply an inhuman production method. Does the magic weapon produced in this way really have normal human thinking?

The natural magic weapon is the product of the choice of heaven and earth. For example, a long-abandoned object can gain spiritual consciousness during the gestation of heaven and earth, so as to cultivate in form.

There are thousands of magic weapons, but Lei Zimo doesn't know why he is a hammer.

However, this does not affect his normal life.

Lei Zimo turned his head away, "Boss... shall we stop watching it?" He interrupted Lin Yuanan and wanted to leave quickly, the mural made him feel very uncomfortable.

"it is good…"

The painting styles of these murals are strange, and those unsightly forbidden techniques do not look so bloody and frightening, but this kind of secret technique is not helpful to righteous practitioners.

They continued to explore, and all kinds of refining methods were recorded on the tree trunks along the way. Lei Zimo felt bored after reading too much, so he directly took out the cloud mirror and started recording. He can take these after going out Swap with fat paper.

About two hours later, I flew to the top of the couch, and the top of the tree was a platform the size of several houses, with nothing on it.

"Boss, are we going down?" Lei Zimo asked.

This is the place with the most aura in the whole illusion, Lin Yuan'an is going to practice here, "We stay here."

Lei Zimo saw Lin Yuan'an's thoughts, he knew that Lin Yuan'an's cultivation was different from normal people, but he couldn't tell what was different.

He only knew that Lin Yuan'an's practice was much more difficult than normal people's.

Ordinary people don't need as much aura as Lin Yuan'an needs. This place is indeed suitable for Lin Yuan'an to break through. If he returns to the human world, maybe Lin Yuan'an's next breakthrough will be a hundred years later.

Lin Yuan'an found the location of the spiritual spring, and he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes, "Come here and protect me."

Seeing Lin Yuanan close his eyes and Lei Zimo obediently guarding his side, it will take Lin Yuanan to settle down this time, and I don't know how long it will take.

Since breaking through the golden core, Lin Yuan'an's cultivation has been unable to improve, and his sealed spiritual field is like a bottomless pit that cannot be filled at all due to the thin aura in the human world.

He already has experience through two breakthroughs, and once the Lingtian is full of spiritual energy, it's time for him to break through.

Every time he breaks through, he is stronger than before. Unlike ordinary breakthroughs, he is incredibly powerful.

There are laws in the human world that can't use force at will. He has never tried his true strength once, and now he doesn't know what his ability is.

We can only wait until we return to the demon world.

This illusion is very safe, but Lei Zimo still put a few layers of barriers on Lin Yuanan. Although there are only two of them for the time being, it is unknown whether other people will break in during this period.

Most of the people who entered into meditation lack the ability to protect themselves, and rich people like Lin Yuan'an are more likely to be targeted by people to kill and seize treasures.

So Lei Zimo put up all his energy and stayed on the sidelines.

Bored, he repeatedly checked the video in the cloud mirror in his hand. There are quite a lot of things recorded on this ancient tree. It seems that the years have been extended to the ancient times.

There are also many things that no one has seen before. Although he doesn't know how to refine weapons or spells, it's good to pass the time. He began to study the inheritance of the weapon refining sect on the ancient tree a little bit.

This time I was fascinated, there is no concept of time in the illusion, and Lei Zimo didn't know how long he watched it, but later on he also had the urge to make a magic weapon by himself.

How can a normal man not want to move when he sees these fancy and cool devices.

He is not an orthodox disciple of the Artifact Refining School, and many details cannot be understood, so he chose the simplest one to try his hand to pass the time.

This is also a kind he can accept more. It does not require human sacrifices, but only needs to draw Qi into the spirit to complete the production of magic weapons. The operation is also convenient. Whether you can create a living little magic weapon depends on luck.

The current disciples of the Artifact Refining School have no one who can make magic weapons. The only thing they can do is magic tools for people to use.

But this alone is enough for them to have a place in the world of cultivating immortals, and they are the biggest weapon suppliers.

Now only Wan Jianfeng's Sword Tomb can regularly produce magic weapon spirits, but it was also destroyed by Sword Master Dujie a few days ago, and it will take a lot of time to repair it later.

In this fantasy world, if you are idle anyway, Lei Zimo directly collects materials from the surrounding area, and prepares to make a few small magic weapons to play with.

His Qiankun bag was empty, and all the previous things were given to Lin Yuanan, so he could only use local materials. According to the order of records, he first dug some nearby soil to knead the blank of the magic weapon.

Lei Zimo pinched it for a long time, but only produced two shapeless balls.

"..."

"I don't seem to know how to pinch anything..."

He pinched and pinched, only the appearance of his Zijin Hammer was in his mind, and he thought that the whole domineering side leaked for a long time and couldn't get it out.

"Forget it, your father only has this skill, what can be done depends on God's will..."

Lei Zimo squeezed two purple gold hammers that were exactly the same as his, and also squeezed two small round bear ears on top of it.

The two small hammers are only the size of a palm, not one-tenth of Lei Zimo's prototype.

But Lei Zimo likes it very tightly, he likes the two round little things in front of him no matter what he looks at.

Round, chubby, cute and cute.

"Sure enough, only hammers know hammers best!" Lei Zimo was holding two small mud hammers with a look of relief like an old father, and he put them lightly beside the Lingqi spring, right next to Lin Yuan'an.

He regretted that he didn't have better materials, and it wasn't possible that these two gadgets were made of mud.

"Hey..." Lei Zimo sighed, he was so hard and indestructible, he didn't expect that his little baby was actually two clay dolls.

Lei Zimo said to the two little mud hammers, "Your father only has this little skill. Daddy, I am so poor that I can only give you a mud body, but no one dares to bully you with your father around." You guys, whether you can succeed depends on your personal creation!"

After speaking, he injected his own spiritual power into the little hammers.

Little did they know that the Artifact Refining Sect outside the Illusionary Land was thundering loudly at this time, and the world changed drastically. The thunder struck the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain and it rained heavily again.

Lei Zimo was lying on the platform of the ancient tree bored, his right foot was on his left foot, swaying from side to side, staring at the sky, his eyes were empty, the whole person was in a daze, he had been guarding Linyuanan and the two small hammers for an unknown number of days moon.

During this period, he also tried to make many other gadgets but all ended in failure. Only the first pair of small hammers were completely successful.

The nearby soil was digged into pits by him, and those who didn't know it thought it was a dog's digging, and the surrounding ground was full of various shapeless mud embryos.

After trying countless times, Lei Zimo finally gave up. He knew that making this kind of thing depends entirely on his state and luck. It is already very good that he can make two small things without any foundation in refining weapons.

He just passed the time and was not obsessed with refining weapons.

It's not a special area of ​​study.

Lin Yuan'an and the little hammers were constantly absorbing the spiritual energy in the illusion.

Until the spiritual energy in the illusion gradually dwindled and spiritual power fluctuated, Lei Zimo rang the alarm, and he sat up straight, "Is this the spiritual energy that is about to be sucked out?"

At this moment, a voice full of arrogance came out from the illusion where no one had appeared for a long time, "Bold junior! How dare you steal the aura of this deity?"

Lei Zimo immediately entered the posture of preparing for battle, and saw a phantom not far away, it was a chubby old man with white beard and a general's belly.

At first glance, it looks exactly the same as the head of the Artifact Refining Sect.

"Are you the master here?" Lei Zimo asked Xu Ying.

The phantom looked around and locked on Lei Zimo and Lin Yuan'an, "Wait! How can non-members of our sect break into this old man's world?!"

"Who are you?!" the fat old man said angrily.

"Uh... Do you believe me when I said we were just passing by?" Lei Zimo said awkwardly, it seems that this is really the ancestor of the Artifact Sect.

"How is it possible! Only the most talented disciples can enter the illusion of this deity!"

"You have also seen that I am really not a disciple of the Artifact Refining Sect..." Lei Zimo shrugged and said helplessly.

The old man squinted his eyes and felt that something was wrong. There would be no problems with his illusion, until he found the two small hammers next to the spiritual eyes.

"This, this, this... this!" He rushed forward and stared at the little hammers, speechless. It took him a long time to utter a word with a bitter face, "What a reckless waste!! What a pity, what a pity!"

Seeing his regretful expression, Lei Zimo was also a little embarrassed, after all, he didn't do very well.

He thought the fat old man was about to get angry, but saw him lying on the ground staring at the two little things and muttering to himself.

"How did you make them so cute? How did you do it?"

Lei Zimo, who thought the old man was going to be angry and cursed: "??"

"It would be great if the material embryos were used better!" The old man cried bitterly with regret.

"It's a pity that it has already taken shape... hey..."

Lei Zimo scratched the back of his head: "Eh... this is just something I made casually for fun."

"What?! You said it was just for fun?!" The old man looked uncertain.

"Yes... yes..." Lei Zimo clutched his toes in embarrassment. After all, this is the easiest way to refine weapons.

"I couldn't make it in my whole life, but you, a layman, succeeded!!" The old man was so angry that his eyes were red, "I don't believe it!"

He couldn't believe it. He hadn't succeeded in his own research for many years, but a layman made it, and he instantly possessed pink eyes.

"It's a disgrace to our sect! I'm going to kill you today to vent my anger!" He didn't expect that the person he had been waiting for for many years was not a disciple of this sect. This was a great shame.

The fat old man's eyes gradually turned scarlet, and the spiritual power in the nearby air shook.

The ancient cultivators never cared about the law, they would fight at the slightest disagreement, and Lei Zimo saw that his posture was about to tear people apart.

Different from ordinary cultivators, he is still a little afraid of ancient cultivators. There are many people who have soared with abundant spiritual energy in ancient times. Just a ray of spiritual consciousness from ancient cultivators is enough to crush the current top cultivators.

He quickly explained: "Hey, hey! Don't be angry! I really learned to do it because I saw this method is the easiest..."

"What did you say? The simplest?" The old man was trembling with rage. He was burning with rage, and a whirlwind had gathered in his palm, ready to tear the man in front of him into pieces to vent his anger.

"That's right...and those accompanying pictures are vivid and interesting, concise and to the point, I don't know which master it came from..." Before Lei Zimo finished speaking, the old man had already launched an attack.

Just when he was about to make a move to block, the old man teleported to Lei Zimo and stopped suddenly, the force of his palms exploded on both sides of him, two deep cracks cracked on the ground, the soil was scraped by the force Flying dust everywhere.

Old man: "What did you just say? Say it again?"

"I mean that the painting skills of the master painter are superb. There is no one before, and there will be no one in the future. It is a classic among the classics! Simply put, it is a classic!" Lei Zimo started his rainbow fart.

Hearing Lei Zimo's words, the old man withdrew his hand, his old face blushed and he stopped, and immediately put on a fairy-like posture, he stroked his beard: "Of course, my painting is the best in the world, it must be It’s better to wait for one.”

"Did you draw it, master? I've been admiring it for a long time! I've been copying it all this time!" Lei Zimo was so excited.

"Hmph! How can we, Shen Yun, and other outsiders learn it so easily!"

The idol was right in front of him, and Lei Zimo looked adoring: "That's that! Master, can I have my autograph?"

"Yes! Bring a pen!" The old man waved his hand.

Lei Zimo handed over the paper and pen like a dog, and the fat old man signed his name and drew several ugly stick figures beside him.

Lei Zimo felt as if he had found a treasure, "This unique signature is worth it in my life!"

The old man: "You know the goods!"

He wants to take it back and hang it in the bedroom, looking up every day!

After being blew the rainbow fart, the old man's attitude towards Lei Zimo changed a lot. After all, his spiritual consciousness has been waiting here for countless years for such a person.

"By the way, do you two little hammers mind if this deity helps you improve?"

Hearing that the master is going to make □□Zi Mo almost throws her body down with gratitude, "Of course! It is my honor to have the master make a move!"

The old man stepped forward and held up two small hammers in his hands. He sighed: "It's a pity that my god refining platform is not here, and I don't have a handy tool now."

"I don't know how the juniors of our Artifact Refining Sect have used the Divine Altar I left behind..."

"However, the quality of that thing is very good. It is the proud work of the old man. It should not break after tens of thousands of years!"

When Lei Zimo heard that the secret path was bad, he glared and gulped. Could it be that the altar that the old man was talking about was the one he accidentally fell asleep to?

The author says:

Brother Hammer: I'm sorry idol, your favorite work has been given to me...