The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post

If you know your own valuable stone, you will be used to make a knife, I don’t know what to think. [[^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ The blood, the result is just to draw a flower of the bones of the ancestors to be better.

"Baby, flashing out, I have to practice Taishishi." Mo Tianqi pulled the Qing dynasty back and threw the remaining stones into the stove. The flame of the stove was soaring, even the walls were raging. Burn it up.

At the beginning of the earth, at the beginning of the heavens and the earth, the beginning of the aura can itself absorb the aura continuously. The refining furnace is also a kind of implement. The one that has been given to the earth is already a treasure. It is naturally heated by such a large piece of Taishi stone.

The blazing fire reflected the face of Mo Tianqi, and suddenly and suddenly, remembering that he had not had time to throw the Taishi stone into the burning furnace, and something went wrong. At that time, the artifact was just trained, and it was still in the furnace. It was possible to combine the Taishi stone directly into it, but now it takes some effort.

"What did you call me?" Qingyue’s voice rang in his ear.

Mo Tianqi stiffened a bit, smiled and turned back: "Calling habits, baby."

"You..." Qing Yi raised his hand and wanted to hit him, and Mo Tianyi grasped it.

"Baby is to be careful to hold the meaning, I did not say wrong, the small claw is my baby, the teacher is also natural." Mo Tianyi bent his eyes to see him.

Qing Yi held a hand in a fox, and one hand was held. The human figure could not stretch his hind paw and scratched him. He could only glance at him and pull his hand out: "The mouth is smooth, and then the teacher is disrespectful, I will..."

"Just bite me?" Mo Tianqi leaned into the white jade ear and whispered.

The hot air sprayed on the ear, dyed the ear of the jade color into a powder color. Qing Qing raised his hand and pushed him away. He dropped the fox and turned himself into a cat. He went to the corner and ignored him.

The fox was slammed and slowly climbed up and looked around, walking towards the corner of the cat's nest. The cat's nest was very soft, and the fox, who hadn't gotten a good injury, climbed up and lazily squatted down. The kitten, who was squatting in the nest, saw the fox coming, and naturally put his chin on the fox and continued to swear.

Mo Tianqi smoked his mouth and his cat was really out of the realm. Even the monks didn't want to hold their chin.

Taichu stone is easy to refine, because it absorbs the aura of its own, the flame in the furnace is strong, and it is refining in less than one day. Throw in the artifact of the frozen hail. When this thing was refining, Mo Tianyi used some special materials and would automatically merge with the Taishi stone.

The ten fingers flew and quickly entered the handprints in the furnace. The Taishi stone that was trained into the juice was quickly broken up and turned into a mist. Then make a handprint, let the pig knife rotate itself, and fully contact with the misty Taishi stone. Soon, the stone was attached to the knife and merged with it. After refining for a few hours, Mo Tianyi took the artifact out.

The artifacts that blended with the stone of Taichu seem to be not much different from the previous ones, but the "color" has become deeper and looks like a sudden.

"Is this all right?" The sleeping cat became a man to look over.

"You still need to use the heavens and the earth to raise the temperature for forty-nine days," Mo Tianyi put the pig knife in his palm. "But now it is possible to make some changes." In this way, the one-foot-long sword is instantly reduced. It becomes a big willow.

"Where is there a fire in heaven and earth?" Qing dynasty slightly frowns, the fire of heaven and earth is hard to find, and there is no such thing as a sacred person.

"I have." Mo Tianxiao smiled and made a snap, and the fingertips gasped the green "color" flame. Wood fire is a kind of fire in heaven and earth.

The reason why the artifact is an artifact is that it has a "spirit" because of its detachment from the "device" and has its own thoughts. In the past, Mo Tianyi saw this kind of saying in ancient books, and suddenly gave birth to an idea. Since it is difficult to make things come to life, then why not do the opposite, and smelt a trace of heaven and earth into the objects.

I didn't expect such a whimsical practice, but I could really make an artifact.

The wisdom of the heavens and the earth, like the spirits, is the birth of certain heavenly treasures over the years. These intellects are often generated from the ancient times, and at least tens of thousands of years can be grown. This is also the reason why there are no artifacts now. The ordinary people have soared within 5,000 years. Those high-level Lingbao will also rise to the sky with their masters. Is there time to produce wisdom?

The ingenuity of the heavens and the earth can only be rectified by the fire of heaven and earth, so that it can be integrated with the objects themselves to make them control freely.

The willow knives were collected into Dantian, and the wood in the dantian was wrapped up in the wood. The 色 色 的 杀 杀 静 静 静 静 静 静 的 的 的 的 的 的 的 的 的 的 的 的 的 的 的 的 的 的 的 的 的 的Spiritual fire, spiritual fire, can help it control the body's fire! After baking for a few more days, it can talk!

"Let's go." Mo Tianyi reached out to Qing and gestured to him.

"Hey!" The white fox ran over and hugged the feet of Qing, reminding him not to forget himself.

Qing Yi reached out and picked up the fox and stuffed it into his storage bracelet. At the time of refining this bracelet, when the toy of the cat also included live mice, butterflies, and birds, it took a small space and filled with enough aura to hold the living things. However, this space is very small, and the fox is estimated to have to stay still.

This is also the case that Mo Tianyi has inspected countless classics, and he has "small" his own. He has refining the waste and knowing how much material he has, and he has become the only storage box for this whole Tai Xuan continent.

Putting on the fox, Qing Yi took a look at Mo Tianyi, who had been stretching his hand, and walked over to grab his neck. The white light flashed, and the beauty leaning against his chest became the "hair" ball hanging on the placket. Pulled two times and put on the shoulders of Mo Tianyi.

Mo Tianqi’s hands rushed to the air, recollecting the moment when the beautiful woman entered the house, packing up the materials on the ground, picking up the fake pig knife with the embedded stone, and pushing the door of the refining room.

Two months without seeing the sun, the moment of pushing open, Mo Tian could not help but blinked, and saw a group of black "color" things rushing over, and immediately raised his hand to block. The pig knife in his hand was provoked by Baoguang. The man jumped and quickly pulled out the magic weapon, a dark sledgehammer, and the pig knife.

"Boom--" a loud noise, a huge spiritual collision between the two top-quality spirits, and collapsed the refining room behind Mo Tianyi.

Mo Tianqi was slammed back and forth by the sledgehammer, and the backhand put the big knife "plugged" on the ground, only to remove the brute force. Fortunately, I didn’t use much spiritual power, but I took the sledgehammer and the two spirits were comparable. I didn’t hurt him.

"Yin, hard work!" He laughed happily, and he will kill the pig knife and look around. He saw the different colors of the knife on the handle, and the corner of the mouth could not help but be bigger. "This artifact..."

"Small cockroaches are not talented. They can only refine the artifacts to the top quality," Mo Tianyi sighed. "If you want to refine the system, you have to take a small mana to go further."

"Top grade spirits?" Frown frowning, waved his hand to kill the pig knife, and touched his own sledgehammer, two spirits contend.

"Yes, it is Xiaoyan who wants to be worse," Mo Tianyi looked stunned. "I thought that as long as I couldn't use the spiritual power, I didn't expect that this artifact refining requires more than just spiritual power and mood. Xiao Min’s state of mind is only the beginning of Jin Dan, far from being able to match the artifact.”

I squinted at the eyes: "Is the spirit of the refiner?" It was really the first time I heard it.

"All things are alive, I believe that the Sayādaw has heard of it, the artifact has its own ingenuity, to influence this ingenuity, it is necessary to turn the power above God." Mo Tianxiao smiled, "just the honor is ""

"Well?" The sly temper that was going to lose his temper was bright. "You mean, can I revitalize it myself?"

Mo Tianxiao smiled, did not say that he did not say no: "Supreme can warm up in Dantian, talk to it when he is free."

"How long has it been?" Scratching his head, how can this be the same as raising a child?

"The sincerity is the opening of the stone," Mo Tianyi smiled inscrutablely, raised his hand, and bowed his body. "Thank you for the fulfillment of the sage, Xiaoxi is now lurking in the right path, but the useful place is indispensable."

I wanted to leave a sigh of silence, and I was taken back when I hadn’t opened my mouth. The big lion came over from the woods and looked at the artifact with his hand on the ground.

"Hey, Yin Xian, and so on." He raised his hand and stopped Mo Tianyi, who was ready to slip.

Mo Tianyi stopped, and now he can't compete with the gods and monks, and he wants to stay with him. He can only stay, and wait for forty-nine days to find a solution.

"You haven't said, the name of this artifact." He looked earnestly.

Mo Tianqi smoked his mouth and looked at the sledgehammer on his shoulders. He slowly said: "Since it has been owned by the sacred, it is natural to be called Taiji and Taiji. Knife."

Let the maid send Mo Tianyi out, squatting and holding the pig knife, and not arrogant, licking the neck of the big lion, Mao Tai, smashing the sickle, hey, it sounds very domineering... wrong!

"吼-" "Mao" "Mao" was suddenly tightened, and the big lion could not help but snorted.

"Mom, killing is not the meaning of killing pigs!"

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