After the old monk Mingshan left, Chu Qing fell into another concentrated retreat.

He doesn't want to know too much about the power of merit, so let's talk about it later.

What he is busy with is another matter.

In normal retreat, I eat, sleep and write casually.

This time, I spent all my time doing one thing.

A small part of the deep-sea black silver that had been extorted from the Bai family was used to make its own set of silver needles, and the rest was still a large part.

For the whole month, Chu Qing locked himself in one place and stared at the pile of broken silver every day.

The deep sea black silver is absolutely not bad in terms of hardness, and there are no difficulties. The magic array is already fully prepared, just to achieve the purpose of a magic weapon in this place before forming the pill.

Magical tools are roughly equivalent to the magical artifact of the world, but to be precise, they are somewhat inferior, they are just able to grow with the host.

The magic weapon of the world's Taoist destruction is considered to be luxurious, but Chu Qing's eyes widened back then. All kinds of precious minerals are not that they are much stronger than the deep sea black silver. In addition, the spirit of the divine beast is not comparable to that of...

Chu Qing sighed softly. The conditions were simple, and the deep sea black silver had extremely high plasticity. It was taken from the deep sea and could not deform under such a strong water pressure, which showed its hardness.

In fact, there are also many choices that are stronger than this, but after all, they are poor.

I just emptied the Bai family’s foundation to build a sect for myself, so I couldn’t just ask for any spiritual materials or exchange them for anything?

I'd better forget it. The things I can exchange for will be Bai Xiaokuang in the future.

He shook his head gently, "There are still some rare attribute spiritual materials. Although these cannot improve quality, they can make the functionality stronger. As for the flying sword, they will definitely be re-forged in the future. Under the current conditions, can any good flying sword be created?"

Chu Qing just planned to create one first, nourish it first, and use it first. If there is any good spiritual material in the future, or if it robs the treasure house of which sect, you can go in and add bricks and tiles.

There are still quite a lot of spiritual materials missing. First of all, when setting up a formation, you need a large number of attribute spiritual materials. Chu Qing himself doesn’t know where to use these spiritual materials.

He sighed lightly and continued to stare at the large piece of Xuan Yin in front of him.

In addition, it is the fire used for refining weapons.

The fire used to forge flying swords is definitely not the fire of the ordinary fire and the golden crow true fire. Although Chu Qing has it, he still thinks it is not that suitable.

After thinking about it, I should create the fire by myself.

Since Xuanmen is a Taoist sect, how could it be without thunder?

Chu Qing touched his chin and began to create the attributes of thunder and fire again.

In the Daozang, Chu Qing continued to work hard.

What he encountered about thunder was only when facing Leng Yan's heavenly tribulation. He himself had never even experienced the thunder tribulation. His understanding of thunder was mobilized by the mysterious runes on the stone tablet.

But since it can be mobilized, it's easy to say.

Just like ionization in reaction, everything is inseparable from the most primitive things, power generation equipment, that is, thunder talisman.

The runes flashed, and a purple thunder fire burst out from Chu Qing's palm, and an electric arc flashed on it, and the high temperature almost distorted the space.

Chu Qing quietly felt the fluctuations in the thunder and fire, and wrote them one by one into the Daozang.

......

All matters from the outside world are proceeding slowly.

One day, the small world broke a big hole in a location.

In the entrance of the cave, a pair of guards walked out and stood on the ground. The guards were all wearing red clothes. Although they looked similar to humans, they were covered with scales, with a corner on their heads and a beast's markings on their faces, which looked extremely ferocious. The person in charge was a middle-aged man with red hair and a burly figure.

A group of people were talking, but obviously they all expressed their dissatisfaction with the human race below.

Finally, the middle-aged man pulled out a bone knife from his hand and slashed it at the building ahead.

The red spiritual power surged out and almost instantly fell into a palace.

The wood chips flew and made a huge sound. The originally magnificent palace was destroyed in an instant.

Zi Lin frowned on the outside, felt the sound, and quickly stood up. In a moment, he arrived before the guard.

What followed was Shang Rifan and Bai Xiaokuang.

Shang Rifan and the others also frowned.

"Who are you, why do you want to destroy my Xuanmen Palace?" Zi Lin said in a deep voice.

"Is this necessary? It must be the people of the Five Spirits tribe. Da Zhou left the entrance of this space for us to guard. I think it was also to let us help him settle the trouble." Bai Xiaokuang snorted coldly and said.

"If I hadn't found the entrance to the secret realm, I would have wanted to uproot the Five Spirits directly."

"When did you have this ability?" Shang Rifan said disdainfully. "The ancient race is deeply rooted. Even if the cunning rabbit has three caves, although there is only one exit from the secret realm, the forces in it are mixed. How can you know what their strength is?"

"Besides, the Five Spirits were also large clans in ancient times. Although they have declined now, this is compared to the ancient times. Their current strength is probably no less than that of ordinary large forces."

Bai Xiaokuang paused and looked at Shang Rifan, "The junior brother, tell me, how should I do it?"

Even his eyes narrowed. After feeling the murderous aura in Bai Xiaokuang's eyes, Shang Rifan shivered for no reason. Did he say something wrong?

"I know where their space passage is. The rest depends on yours." Shang Rifan said with a smile, "I can also go in and fight."

Bai Xiaokuang was slightly stunned and sighed. The Huangquan clan was originally a small number, so Shang Rifan was willing to lead people in to fight. These are brothers.

"How can we solve them by using the Huangquan tribe? We are enough to solve them. I wonder if you are interested in going there?" Bai Xiaokuang said with a smile.

"Are we just a few?" Zi Lin shook his head slightly, "I'll talk about the affairs of the Five Spirits in the future. I'll take down these people first, so I can also interrogate them."

As he said that, Zi Lin had already started to take action, and the silver needle in his hand flew rapidly towards the guard. Bai Xiaokuang shrugged and took a step back.

He does not have the ability to fight far away like Zi Lin, but he arranged the mountain protection formation here, and he also has his own means.
Chapter completed!