Chapter 339 Refinery

"Dingdong..... Ding Dong..."

As the sun's real fire and Taiyin's true fire blended with each other, suddenly, a heavenly and beautiful note resounded in Moke's body, like a clear spring, like running water, like an ancient kite, like a piano sound. At the same time, at its intersection, a chaotic flame appeared, containing a kind of ignorance, but containing everything. The breath.

This kind of flame is extremely subtle, like dots, fleeting, but every time it appears, that wonderful feeling makes Moko deeply intoxicated!

Feeling this unique realm, Moke immediately began to divert his attention and began to look at some extremely subtle fragments. This time, he couldn't help trembling gently, because among those subtle fragments like dots, there was a momentary change in chaos and the birth of everything!

This change is really too fast to describe. Moke can't clearly capture the feeling at all. He can only vaguely feel that artistic conception, from which thousands of feelings rise.

The mystery of creation, even the confusion of heaven and earth, and the realm of ignorance, flashed in Moke's heart.

At this moment, Moke seemed to forget the flow of time and felt over and over again that his whole body and mind seemed to have been sublimated. Immersed in this wonderful state, Moko felt that his understanding of creation had accumulated more and more profoundly.

After a long time, Moke opened his eyes and regained his clarity.

"Amitabha... The little monk is very grateful to the seniors!" With his hands together, Moke saluted deeply to express his gratitude.

The immoral Taoist hurriedly waved his hand and smiled, "You don't have to do that, little guy, this is just a hand! Although the seed of Taiyin real fire is very precious, it is of little use for me. In this fire field where my evil corpse evolved, seven flames can be derived by fusion.

"Little bald head..... Come on, release me..."

Just as Moke wanted to continue to speak, a vague fluctuation suddenly came out of his body, which was crisp and touching. It turned out to be the spirit of the thousands of miles of universe that had been falling asleep, forming an equal master agreement with Moke.

When his heart moved, Moke hurriedly operated the Buddha's power in his body. Suddenly, the map of thousands of miles melted into his body appeared.

At this time, the map of the universe turned into a scroll one meter square, slightly rippling, with an obscure fairy spirit flowing out. The miniature mountain and river world still exists, but most of them are also fragmented, with three fragments of treasure basins floating in it, and a trace of subtle breath is loose and integrated into it. It is moistened.

"Hum..."

There was a ripple-like shock. On the map of the universe, an incomparable vague body suddenly emerged. The apricot-eyed peach race, six pairs of white wings behind it were Linger.

As soon as Linger appeared, she showed a frightening posture. The image suddenly knelt down and said to the immoral Taoist, "The little woman visits the saint and hopes that the saint will pity her. I have been severely damaged for the Savior, and the origin is seriously depleted. Please be merciful and save me!"

Huh? A fairy ware mainly made from nine-leaf Huajin? Unfortunately, the refiner's level is so poor that it wastes the materials! Small spirit, well, you have some vision. I just don't trust the little guy. Since you begged, I will give you a creation, so as to add some means to save the little guy..." He was slightly stunned, and then the immoral Taoist smiled.

Looking at the fragments of the treasure basin floating in the map of thousands of miles, the immoral Taoist people are quite depressed, and there is a feeling of pearls dotted on the stone. Although he is a pseudo-saint, such a pure chaotic stone is still very hot, but since he is in the thousands of miles of universe, it is not good for him not to rob openly.

"Hey hey... I gave this little spirit a creation to improve its grade. As for the reward, I secretly deducted half of the chaotic essence, well... However, my old man is not in vain about the cheapness of this small device and consumes some energy to plant a world seed for it..." The thoughts flashed in his heart, and the immoral Taoist was in a very good mood.

With the fragments of the treasure basin that Moke gave him, coupled with the later deduction of the universe, these chaotic essences are enough to make up for his origin completely and recover.

There was a deep look on his face, and the immoral Taoist did not answer Linger, but looked at Moko.

Moke was a little embarrassed at this time. Linger rescued herself several times, and even in order to save herself, she was almost exhausted and fell asleep. She promised it to find a large number of spiritual stones to supplement it, but there has been no action.

Seeing the immoral Taoist looking at him, Moke naturally understood what he meant.

With a sincere smile on his face, Moke put his hands together and said respectfully, "Amitabha, senior, please help Linger. It made it like this in order to save me. I feel very guilty. The little monk will not forget the kindness you made.

In fact, the immoral Taoist has been waiting for Moke to say so and got a favor again. Then he nodded and said in a heavy tone, "Little man, I'm going to spend my life essence this time, extract a lot of fire essence, integrate into it, and temper this fairy weapon again. Moreover, I have to pay a great price to condense a seed of the world in it. As long as this small weapon takes time to understand and understand the changes in the rules of the world, I can be promoted to the top fairy weapon, and even when the opportunity comes in the future, there is a chance to advance again! And I have done so much, but I just hope you can be safer, understand the fateful runes as soon as possible, and come to save the old way..."

"Amitabha, senior, don't worry, the little monk will definitely remember it!" Nodded, Moke said affirmatively.

"Wow!"

As soon as the immoral Taoist raised his palm like chicken feet, a huge suction suddenly produced, which suddenly grabbed the universe.

"Puff!"

Opening and spitting, suddenly, a rising white air mass was spit out, which suddenly wrapped thousands of miles of universe and rolled violently. Then, an looming illusory shadow appeared, which was the spirit.

Generally speaking, once the spirit is born, it is inseparable from the fairy, and the immoral Taoist is worthy of being the supreme existence of the pseudo-holy level, and he actually uses amazing means to separate it.

With a wave of his hand, the air mass wrapped in Linger flew up and came to the immoral Taoist side, and there was already a pure universe in his palm.

"Puff!"

The black claw-like palm suddenly grasped, which seemed to contain the power of destroying the world. With a burst of thousands of miles of universes, it turned into a brilliant sky.

In this colorful light, three pieces of treasure basin fragments fell out, still looking simple and unpretentious, with a mysterious texture and infinite mystery.

"There is an oven in the abdomen, and the heavens can be refined!"

The eyes of the immoral Taoist were bright and could not be looked directly at. Suddenly, there was a mouth, and a huge suction came out, and the fragments of three treasure basins were swallowed into his abdomen.

"Wow..."

The hands blow like the breeze, the lotus blooms, and the immoral Taoist is in a fairy-style posture. In the void, a rainbow-like flame suddenly rises. These flames are intertwined and swaying, emitting great heat, showing their extraordinary.

Under these flames, the fragments of the universe melted, forming a pure golden**.

A kind of impurities are peeled off, and those golden ** are gradually integrated into the essence of various flames, as if there are hundreds of essences of furnace sodium.

"The seed of the world!"

The immoral Taoist suddenly shouted, and the various flame essences integrated into the golden ** bloomed, converged and merged at this moment.

A quarter of an hour...

Two quarters...

Three quarters later, these dazzling lights converve. In the golden **, a gorgeous light spot the size of a soybean is flashing and constantly changing, which is wonderful.

"It's made!"

The immoral Taoist seems to be very good at refining. His palms slide and pinch out hundreds of millions of tricks in an instant. Each of them is different and has its own mysteries, such as infinite water ripples, and then all of them are integrated into this golden **.