I am rich in the fairy world

Hu lightly swept over the high platform where the items were piled up. Hei Jiao's items received last time had not been properly sorted out.As for the black dragon, throw it on the open space beside the high platform.With her current Yuanshen strength, she doesn't have to be released to deal with it.

There should be no one to disturb her, Hu lightly rolled up his sleeves symbolically.

First separate the spirit crystals and spirit stones according to their grades, and then sort and put away the collection of black flood dragons, and put things such as utensils in a place that is convenient for her.

She took back the spear that she fought against Ji Dian before, the sharp tip of the spear was completely corroded and could not be used anymore.It can only be re-formed by melting the material later.

There are still two fairy swords in Feng Ling's place, and she doesn't plan to get them back.

After packing up her things, Hu Qing walked to the side of the high platform.The so-called high platform is actually only higher than the ground, not much higher, so that the huge head of the black flood dragon is still higher than the high platform.

The space is sealed and has a certain preservation function.It wasn't long before the death of the black flood dragon, there was still a lot of spiritual power in his body, and he seemed to be still alive at this moment, as if he had just died.

Hu Qing released a trace of consciousness to drill the scales, but failed to raise them, which shows the strength of the black dragon monster body.

Or honestly use a short knife.

The short knife was also kindly provided by Hei Jiao.The first knife to slay the dragon is to dig out the eyeballs first.

Hu Qing held a short knife in his hand, stepped on the dragon's head in a few steps, stepped on the dragon's face, and raised the eyelids of Heijiao with a lift of his left hand.Facing the pupil with a line of black in the dark blue, I was startled.

She almost thought he was still alive.

Using his spiritual sense to explore the way, the short knife was carefully inserted between the eyeball and the eye socket, and the entire eyeball was completely removed, and the blood vessels on the top were also stripped clean and beautiful.

Hei Jiao's head is smaller than Ji Dian's, at least, Hei Jiao can't chew her like a walnut.However, the black flood dragon is very long, and the overall size of the black flood dragon is still larger.

Jiaolong's eyes are more suitable for medicine than for refining, so she plans to turn them over to Elder Tang Er.Elder Tang Er was destined to be an elixir teacher, and the pills she ate in the future would all depend on Elder Tang Er.Or, give money.

Taking out the other eye and sealing it with a jade box, Hu lightly jumped to the ground and pushed the dragon's head, intending to peel the skin from the dragon's mouth.

"what?"

An old lamp was placed under the dragon's head, and the whole body was smashed into the soil, only the upper circle was exposed.

Isn't this the Linglong lamp from Zheliu's "donation"?

The exquisite lamp has a cover, and the hollow pattern is painted with Yunshan Daze. The bottom of the lamp is single-legged, and the body of the lamp has several layers.There is a small lampstand in the middle, only the size of the palm of your hand.

Very old and rusty, without the slightest treasure brilliance.Hu Qing felt that this thing was the most interesting in Zheliu's private property, so he only took this.

It's just that she didn't figure out how to use this thing or what it's useful for.

At this time, the Linglong lamp was still old, but the lampstand inside was slightly damp.

Hu Qing held the Linglong lamp and stared at the layer of wetness for a long time, his face gradually became dignified.This layer is suspected to be lamp oil, which was transformed by the dead soul of the black flood dragon.

Back then, the soul of the black flood dragon was taken into the space together with the demon body by her. The soul is already a dead soul, unable to turn over the storm.Later, Hu Qing hurried on his way and didn't deal with it in time. He thought it was just a dead soul, and scattered in the space also added energy to the space.

Why did you go to Linglongzhan to make lamp oil?
Silk cloth spoke at the right time: "Isn't this in the Artifact Refining Encyclopedia?"

Hu Qing couldn't help rolling his eyes: "This is just a lamp. There are many lamp-shaped utensils and various functions. If you want to know what this is for, either we know it, or it knows us."

How to make it recognize them?Recognize the Lord.

Silk cloth said: "Indeed, I have seen a lot of lanterns. There are demon-absorbing, demon-absorbing, ghost-refining, wound-healing, oh, and there are space for living things. Otherwise, you It recognizes the Lord and takes a look."

Hu Qing hesitated.Linglongzhan sucks dead souls.The spiritual sense swept across the Linglong Zhan, and there was no trace of recognizing the Lord on it.

Has Zhe Liu ever recognized the Lord?

Hu Qing looked at the Linglong lamp again and again, with his eyes, with his spiritual power, and with his spiritual sense, after looking at it, it was just an ordinary lamp.

She hesitated for a moment, opened her eyes on the bed, pricked her fingers to bleed, and took it into the space.

"Xiao Bu, it's really troublesome that the body can't enter the space."

Silk cloth: "There is no way, the space is incomplete, and it will be fine when it is repaired. At that time, you want to enter the primordial spirit, and you want to enter the body."

The blood dripped drop by drop on the Linglong cup.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, the dripping blood did not decrease or change color.

Hu Qing grabbed the silk cloth and wiped it.

Silk cloth: "."

Hu Qing tied the brand of divine consciousness and slapped it on, slid it, put it on, and slid it away.That kind of feeling is like the imprint of spiritual consciousness on rotten wood. Not everything can be imprinted, not ordinary things that are useless, but also natural dead objects, such as mountains and water, can leave imprints, Does not mean ownership.Only spiritual things will do.And the stronger the brand of spiritual consciousness is, the stronger the spiritual power of the other party must be, otherwise, it will not be able to bear it.

This Linglong lamp can't be used, but Hu Qing doesn't think it's useless.

She thought about it, and smiled evilly at the corner of her mouth.Isn't it just old and worn out and useless? Coincidentally, she is a craftsman, so she can just burn it with fire.

Holding Linglongzhan, she went out of the space and flew towards the little sun in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Silk cloth followed: "No way, you baked it directly with the scorching sun?"

Hu lightly smirked: "Take the little thing as a toy."

Holding up the Linglong lamp to the side of the ruddy little sun, Hu Qingfang softened her voice: "Lie Lie, help sister bake this lamp, okay?"

A small flaming hand stretched out from the little sun and slapped on the Linglong lamp.Linglongzhan flew out with a whoosh.

Hu Qing: "."

The little hand stretched and stretched, touched Hu Qing's cheek, grabbed it with five fingers spread, then crawled over her ear, grabbed her hair, and tugged.

Hu Qing: "."

Bear boy, bear boy.

"Lie Lie, come out and play with my sister."

Silk cloth pouted, who is the elder sister, she doesn't know how much older than her.

A ball of fire jumped out of the little sun, and grabbed the side of Hu Qing's neck, two small hands happily pulled her hair, and all her hair fell apart after a few strokes.

Hu Qing helplessly let it make trouble, touched the little flame, it didn't burn people at all.

That ruddy little sun should be a nest built for herself by the raging fire, and it is not hot to touch, but when she touches it lightly with the tip of her finger, it immediately hurts deeply, into the soul.This thing is dangerous.

Did it talk, although Li Huo Zhuoyan didn't respond, but Hu Qing could feel that it was very happy.Can't help but feel guilty, the sea of ​​consciousness is empty, and the only toy, the crystal coral corridor around the sea, was made by the flames.Ruthlessly, they always avoid it, let alone play with it.

"Lie Lie, do you want my sister to find you a little friend to play with you?"

Don't even think about Hu Nuan, she is an ice spirit root, and the burning fire will follow her and burn her.

The raging fire jumped on the top of her head and flew back to the little sun.

What's going on here?Angry?
Hu Qing was dazed, and tentatively said: "Then I won't look for it anymore, I'll play with you."

Little Flame jumped back on her head again, grabbing her hair with two small hands and tugging.

All right.That's fine too.