I am an alchemist: Miss Trash

Chapter 142 The Sword Grave on the Bones
And there seems to be a huge gully at the end of those fire streams that flow as far as the eye can see. The fire streams rushing down from the mountain peaks have rolled into the gully, and only the white light that spews out and flies everywhere can fall on the flat ground. superior.

Xiaoqing said in a timely manner at this time: "Master, there is a turbulent fire flowing under that gully, which is a pit of earth fire. Back then, those people threw spiritual weapons and artifacts into that ditch. That ditch was originally a river of earth fire. It flows in the river of fire, then flows into the depths of this sacred mountain, and some of it will spew out every hundred years."

"Master, look," Xiaoqing pointed at Ye Zixi's back again, and said, "This sacred mountain and the old master's castle complement each other."

Ye Zixi turned her head to look, and there was a huge towering castle behind her, so huge and magnificent that it could pierce the sky.

Ye Zixi had stood on the castle and knew how huge the castle was, but seeing it from a distance was even more shocking.

"The sacred mountain is to the west, so the old master built a castle at the end of this land." Xiaoqing continued to explain.

Ye Zixi turned her head to look at the bone cemetery, and saw that Mei Mochen had stepped onto the bone cemetery without hesitation.

But at this time, the shaking of the earth stopped, Ye Zixi looked at the mountain peak, at the mouth of the huge mountain, the billowing fire pillar had stopped spewing fire, but there was still a continuous stream of fire flowing from the mountain pass, The 'rumbling' sound became more and more dissipated, and those white lights stopped gushing.

If I stood on this skeleton before and was afraid of being affected by the swords gushing out of this mountain, now this layer of worry is completely gone.

Ye Zixi didn't understand why the white light stopped gushing out, and the fire was still flowing. She didn't think about it now, she just wanted to find a good weapon, and hurriedly stepped on the bone.

On the bones, it is almost impossible to find a place to step on. There are thousands of swords everywhere, densely packed, which is more like a sword grave on the bones.

Among the swords and swords, there are also several kinds of weapons with strange shapes, which are densely packed and randomly thrown among the countless swords and swords.

Mei Mochen had already jumped ahead, walking far ahead, pulling out a few swords from time to time to see if they were treasures, magic weapons or spiritual weapons.

Pulling out one, Mei Mochen looked at it for a while, then frowned and threw it away.

Then move on to the next one.

Ye Zixi looked at Mei Mochen's words, probably as Xiaoqing said, this mountain has lost its spirituality, and the swords gushing out are all broken copper and rotten iron, I'm afraid it's hard to find even treasures.

But Ye Zixi was still not reconciled.

Like Mei Mochen, walking in this densely packed sword cemetery, if you don't believe it, you won't be able to find a good weapon.

"Master!" Xiaoqing said again with a suppressed voice: "The Lun family has seen those people refining weapons before, and they put their weapons on the fire to temper them to form a real weapon."

Ye Zixi's heart skipped a beat, and he asked, "Isn't that fire bursting out once every hundred years?"

Xiaoqing shook her head, as if she didn't explain clearly to her master, she said with a bit of self-blame on her face: "The sacred mountain erupts with fire once every hundred years, and that is when the spirituality is at its peak. It's just that the weapons tempered by this kind of fire flow don't have the spirituality and spirit of the fire flow that happens once in a hundred years."

"If they refine good weapons, most of them will wait for the once-in-a-hundred-year fire to temper their weapons, but in normal times, they are tempered with that ordinary fire, but the probability of becoming a divine weapon is very low. "

What Xiaoqing said, Ye Zixi completely understood.

Looking at the gurgling fire flowing calmly like a river at the mountain peak, a thought arose in my heart, what would happen if I found a spiritual weapon and put it on it and tempered it.

As soon as this thought came out, Ye Zixi's heart couldn't stop the turmoil, and she immediately immersed herself in looking for spiritual weapons among the hundreds of millions of swords and weapons.

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