Tian Yuan Xian Ji

Chapter 172 Jingyun County ([-])
Tang Ning lurked underground and listened to their movement. Hearing that they were fighting among themselves, she was overjoyed. When she heard the big man call out the treasure, she was shocked again.

No wonder there was such a big spiritual pressure, even he, who was lurking four or fifty feet underground, felt the huge power contained in it, it turned out to be a talisman.

Talisman treasures belong to the third-order talisman, and the way of making talismans is the same as the way of refining weapons, and it is also divided into several levels.

Artifact refining is divided into magic weapon, spiritual weapon and magic weapon.

Talismans are divided into dharma talismans, spiritual talismans, and talisman treasures.

Corresponding to the three realms of qi refining, foundation building and alchemy.

The production of talisman treasures is not easy, just like magic treasures, at least one must have an alchemy monk to refine them.

Apart from the difficulties in technical materials, the most special thing about it is that it contains part of the power of magic weapons.

During the refining process of the talisman, the power of the magic weapon will be fused and transferred to the talisman.When confronting the enemy, you can use the power of the magic weapon without being limited by the use of the magic weapon.

In one sentence, it is a "magic weapon" that reduces its power and usage restrictions.

As we all know, the user of the magic weapon must have a cultivation level above alchemy, otherwise the magic weapon will not be activated at all.

But the talisman is different, it has part of the power of the magic weapon, and the characteristics of the talisman. It can be used regardless of the cultivation level. Of course, the effect depends on the user's cultivation level and spiritual strength.

In the market, talismans have always had a price but no market, because the refining of each talisman will damage the power of the magic weapon.

Except for the damaged and irreparable magic weapon, no cultivator would be willing to destroy his own magic weapon to refine a tasteless talisman.

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The little golden sword was still in a stalemate with the golden bowl, and after a stick of incense passed, the golden bowl was supported by a steady stream of spiritual power.

But the spiritual power of the little golden sword is reduced by every point used, and the golden bowl and the little golden sword are evenly matched.

Seeing this, the man's heart was cold, his spiritual energy had been exhausted, and he could not supply Xiaojian with spiritual energy, so he could only sit and wait for his defeat. At this moment, he was full of regret.

If he had acted decisively at the beginning and killed him in one fell swoop when he was unprepared, or if the woman did not die, the two of them would work together, with the power of his talisman, he would definitely be able to kill him under the sword.

The corner of the big man's mouth raised slightly, his face was a little pale, and there were many beads of sweat on his forehead. He knew that this couple of dogs and men would harm him, but he didn't care about it because of his self-cultivation.

He was worried about not being able to find the relics of his master, so he could just use them to see if they had magic tricks or clues, and then he would suddenly attack and kill the two of them, so that he could swallow the relics himself.

But he never expected that the other party would have such a rare item as a treasure talisman. Thinking about it now, he was afraid for a while, and his back felt chills.

If they take advantage of their own unpreparedness and suddenly use their poisonous hands, with the power of the talisman, they will have their heads cut off before they have time to react. The aura shield can't even stop their five-element spiritual hand, and it is not the same in front of the talisman. Is it normal?

As time passed, the light of the little golden sword became weaker, and the light of the golden bowl had the upper hand, suppressing the golden light of the little sword.

The big man's face became even paler, and beads of sweat dripped down his forehead like water. It was obvious that his spiritual power was reaching its limit.

The man was not idle either, sitting cross-legged and swallowing a elixir to restore his spiritual power as much as possible.

The sarcasm at the corner of the big man's mouth became stronger: "Junior Brother Huang, is it too late to recover your spiritual power now? You overestimate yourself and underestimate the mid-stage foundation-building monks. If you have the opportunity to come to my stage, you will know that it is not the same as the current one. How big is the gap between you, the talisman is a good thing, but it can’t even exert [-]% of its power in your hands, you have lost the best opportunity, do you want to know how I knew about your plot?”

The man surnamed Huang sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to recover his spiritual power, but he ignored it. Seeing that this trick didn't work, the big man stopped talking. He said so much just to arouse his curiosity and disrupt his movement of recovering his spiritual power.

After a while the big man said again: "Junior Brother Huang, why don't you and I stop fighting each other and swear by the demons, how about dividing the relics equally?"

The man surnamed Huang still ignored him.

For a long time, the light from the golden bowl completely overwhelmed the light from the small golden sword.

The little golden sword was crumbling, the man surnamed Yang shouted loudly, the golden bowl burst into light, completely shattering the golden light, the little golden sword disappeared out of thin air, and the golden bowl covered the man.

The man surnamed Huang opened his eyes suddenly, and held out the big black seal to block the golden bowl. The two collided several times in the air, and the big black seal was finally lost and fell down.

The golden bowl covered the man, and shot more than a hundred golden lights on the man's body. Every golden light shot left a pearl-sized blood hole on his body. The hundreds of golden lights beat him to a bloody mess, and his whole body became a bloody hole. A pile of ground meat.

Seeing this, the big man grinned and sat down on the ground.

His complexion fluctuated from red to white, and the spiritual energy in his body was completely overdrawn. He survived until now with one breath. Fortunately, he finally solved the enemy in front of him, and the master's relic finally fell into his hands.

He thought to himself, and immediately sat cross-legged and swallowed a pill.

Before he could close his eyes for a long time, he heard a soft voice behind him. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw a man holding a black flag in his hand. Black mist gushed out of it to envelop him. Among them were dozens of people. A hideous ghost headed towards him.

He didn't have time to think about it and immediately sacrificed the treasure bowl and released a faint light to protect himself. The ghost's head sprayed out a mouthful of black blood on the golden bowl, and the golden bowl's light disappeared suddenly, and it fell down.

More than a dozen ghost heads rushed forward, and the body protection spirit shield could not hinder him in the slightest. The ghost heads opened their mouths and bit his neck, head, leg bones, and waist.

He just felt dizzy for a while, and then his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

Tang Ning was in the dark mist. Seeing that the big man was subdued, and the ghost head in the black banner was absorbing the remaining aura and blood from his body, he was overjoyed. Just now he heard several loud noises in the ground, and then there was no movement. The result of the fight has been reached, so he fled from the ground to the surrounding rock walls.

Seeing the big man sitting cross-legged, leaving a woman's corpse and a puddle of flesh on the ground, he immediately appeared, took out the black banner, sprayed a few mouthfuls of blood, and summoned a ghost head to attack the big man.

This big man is a monk in the mid-stage of foundation establishment. He doesn't know how much spiritual power is left in his body, so he dare not be careless. One shot is a powerful blow. He didn't expect that this big man was already at the end of his strength, so he was dealt with in two or three blows .

Tang Ning took the black flag into his hand, his face was a little pale, it was because he had just summoned the ghost head.

It would consume a lot of spiritual power to use such a high-grade spiritual weapon with his spiritual power, let alone summon the ghost head.

This ghost head was transformed by sucking the blood and spiritual power of a monk, and his spiritual power was not enough to activate the ghost head.

Back then, the mid-stage foundation-establishment cultivator of the Demon Sect had to spit out his life essence blood to summon the ghost head, let alone him, who sprayed three mouthfuls of his life essence blood in a row before urging the ghost head to move.

A monk's natal essence and blood are condensed from the essence of his mind, the essence of blood, and are closely related to the monk himself.

The reason why monks don't get sick and can support without food and sleep is because of the essence and blood of life.

Losing too much blood essence is very harmful to cultivation. Tangning felt dizzy after spraying three mouthfuls of blood essence just now, and her body was very weak. It would take at least half a year for these three mouthfuls of blood essence to recover, and his body would be relatively weak within half a year. weak.

With his cultivation base, he can last half a month without sleep, but now he may not sleep for five days, and his energy will be unbearable.

The big man was covered in black air and fell straight upright. Those ghost heads sucked up the spiritual power and life essence in his body, and the scarlet tongue licked his lips and returned to the banner.

Tangning put away the black banner, stepped forward to pick up the storage bags of the three of them, opened it, and found that the woman was the poorest of the three. There were only seven or eight thousand spirit stones in the storage bag, a bottle of medicine pills, and the rest were just Miscellaneous stuff.

There are corpses, some refining materials, etc., the only thing worth any money is her dark green brocade handkerchief, a middle-grade spiritual weapon.

In the man's storage bag were [-] to [-] spirit stones, five bottles of elixir, and a golden pestle, which was also a middle-grade spiritual weapon.

The material in the big man's storage bag is the most abundant. There are more than [-] spirit stones, a pair of dark blue scissors, which are high-grade spiritual weapons, a white spear, several middle-grade spiritual weapons, dozens of bottles of pills, and more. There is a silver-white sledgehammer.

Tang Ning's spirituality probed, but was blocked by the ban, unable to enter the inside of the sledgehammer to know its structure. Obviously, this is not a spiritual weapon, but a genuine magic weapon.

This discovery surprised him. He picked up the sledgehammer and looked at it carefully, and found that the three small characters Thunder Hammer were engraved on the bottom.

This big man is only in the middle stage of foundation establishment, how can he have a magic weapon to carry with him, except for the sledgehammer, he found a black disc, which he knew was the center of the formation, and there are countless other messy things.

Tangning pocketed all the spoils.

The golden bowl has not suffered any damage, and it can be used after some repairs.

The big seal was not small, it was cracked a big hole, it can't be used anymore, it can be sold to the Artifact Refining Department, let them go back to the furnace to disassemble the materials, after all, it is a middle-grade spiritual weapon, don't waste it.

After putting away the storage bag, Tangning began to look at the cave in front of her.

(End of this chapter)