Ji Hao changed direction at will, restrained his breath, and ran all the way for a day and two nights before stopping. Next to an indigenous city, he found a sparsely populated mountain, opened up a small cave between the deserted cliffs and lived there.

The colorful flames burned quietly, quietly wrapping the round tripod in the middle.

The Flame Dragon Sword and the Nine Dragon Spear were both swallowed by the round tripod, and the shadows were suspended beside the round tripod, and the handprints were constantly changing, and the handprints were slowly and urgently inserted into the round tripod.

Ji Hao sat next to the phantom and looked at him carefully.

After careful observation, about 30% of the weapon refining handprints used by Phantom came from the secret weapon refining method taught by Abao, but the remaining 70% of the handprints had an indescribable simplicity, which was obviously a wonderful method that Phantom himself understood.

When the phantom handprint changed, there were faint land, water, fire and wind around him, and all kinds of strange phenomena appeared and appeared. His handprints brought mysterious and indescribable rhymes, making Ji Hao's whole mind immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself.

Because of the pulling of the phantom handprint and the help of the indescribable Taoist aura, Ji Hao's understanding of Abao's secret method of refining weapons has been a thousand miles a day, and countless problems have been broken through at every moment, and all kinds of wonderful inspirations will arise in his heart at every moment.

After three days and three nights, the phantom finally ended all the handprints, and his hands were rounded and slowly closed in front of his chest. Two turbid air spurted out from his hands and turned into a strong wind to rush out of the small cave.

When Ji Hao saw the phantom finishing work, he immediately woke up from the mysterious realm of understanding. He looked at the phantom and exclaimed sincerely: "I didn't expect that your weapon refining technique is much better than that of Senior Brother Abao. I didn't know that you had this skill before."

The phantom shook his head and sat quietly beside the round tripod.

The dark blue divine light flashed in his eyes. After a while, he looked at Ji Hao and said calmly: "In the past, I really didn't know how to refine weapons. I only started these paths when you learned to refine weapons. However, your foundation is different, so before you learned much, I had already developed a set of my own way of refining weapons based on the Taoist Abao."

Ji Hao looked at the phantom blankly, stayed stunned for a long time before shook his head suddenly, and subconsciously exclaimed: "Your weapon refining method has surpassed Senior Brother Abao? It's only been a few years?"

The phantom spread his hands and said gently: "I said, you and I have different foundations and different insights, so in some aspects, you are not as good as me. But in many aspects, I am not as good as you."

Ji Hao tilted his mouth. What the old guy said is, what is worse than him?

He gently flicked the round tripod floating in front of him, and a few lilac pills flew out. The phantom swallowed the pills in one bite, and the hazy figure became a little clearer. He looked at the golden crow robe on Ji Hao's body and suddenly smiled: "This robe is not bad, but after all, its innate foundation is too poor. Find the right opportunity to rob a few more so-called ancestral spirits and grab enough materials. I'll help you refine all the treasures in your body."

Squinted, the phantom looked up at the top of the cave, looked down at the ground, and said to himself in a little puzzled manner: "Pan Xi has fallen, but where is her natal treasure? Where is it hidden?"

Ji Hao's eyes suddenly lit up. Pan Xi's natal treasure?

After thinking for a while, Ji Hao smiled and said, "Maybe it ruined?"

The phantom shook her head and said in a deep voice: "No, I feel that her natal treasure has not collapsed. If you can find it, you can get it as much as possible. If it is all swallowed by the entire Pangu world's return to the original world, it would be a pity."

Ji Hao was stunned for a moment, and then spread his hands helplessly. The phantom's words made sense, but how difficult it would be to find Pan Xi's natal treasure?

The phantom stopped talking, and Ji Hao just watched the round tripod wrapped in the colorful divine flame.

Time passed day by day, and after more than forty days, a low roar sounded inside the round tripod, and the top cover flew silently. The treasure made of the Nine Dragon Spear and the Flame Dragon Sword spewed out flames.

This is a golden spear that is almost transparent in pure gold. A blazing golden torrent flows. The nine golden light balls as fierce as the sun in the torrent roll and fly rapidly, constantly emitting golden lights to shine in the eyes.

The spear, which is 18 feet long, is six feet long and short, and the spear head is wide and flat, and it looks like half a sword connected to the barrel.

On both sides of the spear's head, there are two extremely sharp crescent bulges. Many crescent moons with lengths can be chopped, assassinated, and hanged. Ji Hao's sun star power blasted into the spear. These two crescent bulges actually shot out with a "clang" and turned into two golden flames that pierced through the walls of the cave, hitting the mountain, which was thousands of feet thick, and hitting two transparent holes with a thickness of the bowl.

"I changed my appearance and integrated into the Sun Avenue in Pangu World." The phantom looked at the spear in Ji Hao's hand with pride: "You can just say your name and so on, use him well. This is the first time in my life to refine a weapon, and I have spent a lot of effort."

He let out a sigh of pride, and the phantom waved his hand, and the round tripod turned into a colorful light and returned to Ji Hao's lower abdomen. He himself escaped back to Ji Hao's soul space, turning into a trace of gray mist and disappeared without a trace.

Ji Hao grabbed the spear and waved it a few times. When he refined the spear, the phantom drew most of the essence and blood from Ji Hao's body and merged it into it. Therefore, he used this spear as flexible as his limbs.

"What's your name? Look at your appearance... like a gun, like a spear, and there are nine golden lights like the sun in the sky, so I'll call you Nine Yang Ge." Ji Hao laughed and casually named the magic weapon, holding him in both hands, strode out of the cave where he had been hiding for more than a month.

After leaving the cave, Ji Hao threw the Nine Yang Ge into the sky and saw a golden flame rising into the sky. Then he fell down and suddenly turned into nine balls of golden light with a diameter of 100 feet circling around this mountain that was a thousand feet radius of nearly a hundred miles.

With a sneer, the mountain disappeared without a trace in the golden light. The flowers, plants, trees and all the rocks and mud on the mountain were instantly evaporated by the terrible high temperature, and even a trace of blue smoke was left.

A flat land of nearly a hundred miles appeared on the spot, and countless weak birds, beasts, insects in the soil, etc. fell all over the ground, and they curled up in fear and dared not move.

Ji Hao laughed loudly, and gradually burst into laughter.

This Nine Yang Jewel is powerful, and it has a more exquisite control. It can easily destroy a mountain without harming any creatures in the mountain. This is what it can be regarded as a natal treasure that can control casually.

Putting away the Jiuyang Ge, Ji Hao still stood in the air and laughed non-stop, but a cold voice came from afar:

"Bo Yao smiled so happily. What good things are there to make us happy together?"
Chapter completed!