Chapter 1146 The Art of Refining

Su Ming was also silent. He sat cross-legged in the white ring and looked at the starry sky outside. The starry sky was endless and was filled by countless hurricanes. Looking around, he could not see any stars, and could only see countless shatters of nothingness.

Sometimes there are some huge rubble swept through the hurricane. Those rubble were obviously part of the stars of the Taoist real world, but under the roar of this hurricane, most of the Xiuzhen star of the Taoist real world was destroyed, making the world full of such gravel dust.

In addition to gravel, there are many fragments of magic weapons, and even some shattered flesh and blood, so that the starry sky of this morning real world is always surrounded by a stream of blood. "The chapter of the novel is updated the fastest.

Looking out silently, Su Ming returned to the ruins of the divine source. Even the current appearance of the morning real world, even the ruins of the divine source are much better than it.

In silence, Su Ming's white ring roared forward, and all the hurricanes in the outside world seemed to have been cut open. At the moment they touched each other, they collapsed and smashed by themselves.

And it can make the white ring do this yidiǎn, which is only the power of nearly one hundred of the ring that Su Ming can use. As for making the white ring burst out with stronger power, this yidiǎn Su Ming's heart is willing but not enough.

The strength of this thing is that even the old man in black robe and the star pole can't be urged. It can only use its own power to cause a stream of cultivation left by people in this treasure, which belongs to indirect manipulation.

Therefore, when the Star Pole Road launched all its cultivations and tried to promote this treasure, it was extremely difficult and under great pressure, so it gave Su Ming the opportunity to devour it.

And Su Ming here, now controlling this treasure is different from the Star Pole Road. He is not to attract the cultivation contained in this treasure to indirectly control the treasure, but... the bald crane is controlling it.

"How's it going?" Su Ming faintly spread his mind in his mind.

"It's still a little short. It's his grandfather's. This thing is quite difficult to do." The panting voice of the bald crane suddenly echoed in Su Ming's mind.

"Are you sure the method you said will work?" A flash of Su Ming's eyes flashed, and his thoughts came out in his heart.

"Of course it will work. Hey hey. Don't worry, as soon as Grandpa He saw this baby, this memory appeared in his mind. It will never be wrong.

The method of refining is once a famous treasure refining skill in my memory. This kind of magic has been lost for many years. Fortunately, Grandpa He actually knows it. You just need to refine it as I said. I dare not say that you can control this treasure perfectly, but how can you give full play to one or 20% of its real power. The proud voice of the bald crane swirled in Su Ming's heart.

Before devouring the star pole, when Su Ming wanted to control the white ring, the turán came from the bald crane. I told Su Ming the so-called method of refining. This method can allow Su Ming to use his own power to perfectly control this treasure, but it is just a little troublesome to refine the guog.

"The method of refining... In order to enter reincarnation, refine it in reincarnation. After refining nine reincarnations, it can produce a trace of reincarnation with this treasure. With the meaning of this reincarnation. You can directly control its origin without matching cultivation. Then you can control it." Su Ming's eyes flashed and nodded silently.

"Did you say before that this technique was once famous? Since it is so strange, why is it lost? Su Ming suddenly asked in his heart, faintly there was a kind of bad gǎnjiào, and he always felt that the bald crane seemed to be a little unreliable...

"This is not zhidào. Anyway, I think this technique is very powerful in my memory... Hey, I remembered some shime. It seems that this technique is a little defective. I can't remember it. Hey, do you use it or not? Su Ming, if you don't use it, Grandpa He won't Go and prepare. This job is too tiring. The bald crane muttered a few words.

Su Ming was silent, that is, a few breaths of shijiān, and there was a faint meaning of decisiveness in his eyes.

"Keep preparing!" Su Ming spoke lightly.

shijiān was seven days in a flash. When the seventh day came, Su Ming looked at the dilapidated Taoist real world and looked at the starry sky filled with hurricanes outside, and finally a star appeared.

This is the first star Su Ming saw in seven days. Most of the one was destroyed in this hurricane, and now there is only half of the Xiuzhen star left.

Looking at the broken Xiuzhen star, Su Ming's eyes flashed.

"This catastrophe that has affected the whole Taoist real world. Since there can be the remnants of stars, it means that there must be monks who will survive under this catastrophe!

The true world of Daochen is destroyed, and I don't know how the Chenzong is now, and I don't know... What about them, the place of death is affected by meiyou..." The light in Su Ming's eyes was dark, and after a slight meditation, his mind came out. Suddenly, the white ring turned into a white rainbow and He went straight to the Xiuzhen Star. After approaching in an instant, he flew directly into the Xiuzhen Star.

With a bang, when Su Ming arrived, the Xiuzhen star suddenly shook and collapsed a little again. Countless rubble fell off and was swept away by the hurricane. Fǎngfo, the Xiuzhen star was about to reach the limit of collapse. Su Ming's arrival invisibly made it more pressure, making its edge The fate began to collapse.

Fortunately, the collapse of méiyou lasted for too long and then gradually became still. When Su Ming walked out of the white ring and stepped on the earth of the Xiuzhen Star, what he saw was the dilapidated sky filled with hurricanes. After the earth was blown up countless layers, the scarlet surface was exposed.

In the distance, méiyou mountain, because all the mountains were destroyed by the hurricane, and also méiyou sea, because the sea yijing was wiped out.

Arrays of heat dispersed from the earth, intertwined with the cold of the sky, forming a strong wind, rolling the sand and sweeping through the stars.

The breath of meiyou's life here, and even the life of the true star itself, have long been extinguished. This is a death star and a life of meiyou.

Looking around, Su Ming raised his right foot and stepped on the earth. Immediately with Su Ming as the center, a huge whirlpool appeared on the earth. The whirlpool swept out with the sand, but it was immediately blown away by the strong wind, making it clear here, that is, a few breaths, one A huge basin pit appeared at the foot of Su Ming.

Looking at the basin, Su Ming sat down cross-legged at the bottom of the deep pit. When he looked up, he looked at the numb Bai Feng at the edge outside the deep pit. With Su Ming's cultivation, he naturally saw at a glance that Bai Feng's life had come to an end. Her breath was weak, and Yijing was

I'm afraid that at most one month, the vitality will die.

Sacuing Bai Feng is Su Ming's feelings about the past. Bai Feng is Su Ming's ignorance of love. Maybe it is a joke. Although the initial bud is withered, when Bai Feng dies, even she doesn't know that beside her, this man in black robe is Su Ming.

The invisible fate is faintly connected to two people, so that one of them is beside the other when he is about to die. However, this love was blown away by the wind and turned into a sigh in the wind and snow. For a long time, there is only a feeling of fate and life...

Su Ming closed his eyes and waited for the bald crane to finish preparing. He went to refine the white ring with the method of refining and reincarnation. The bald crane was always preparing, and now it is still completed.

Su Ming sat there silently cross-legged, day by day, and gradually another seven days. For Su Ming, these seven days may be just a moment. It is a short guog that he is familiar with the body, but for Bai Feng, these seven days are nearly 30% of her last life.

There is only half a month left in her life, and there are only two days left.

A human being is a complex life, but no matter how complex the life is, as long as there is emotion, it is the purest moment in his life when he is about to die.

Bai Feng looked at the sky silently. Until seven days later, the aging on her face was more obvious, and her weak breath became a mortal.

"Thank you for saving me." She muttered for half a month, the first sentence.

The spread of this sentence fell into Su Ming's ears. Listening to the familiar voice and looking at the woman who was old but vaguely seen the past, Su Ming's heart gradually sighed.

fǎngfo Between him and the woman in front of him, there is always a sigh in the jiēchu of this life. This sigh may be his or hers. In those years, a circle, an acquaintance due to the bloody moon, yijing is doomed to this unchangeable and silent ending.

"I only have half a month left in my life, but I still want to thank you for letting me die on this land, not in a hurricane." Bai Feng muttered, with bitterness on her face. The bitterness was not because of the passage of her life. What's more, fǎngfo was recalling shime, and what gradually revealed in his eyes was the faint light immersed in memory.

"Once I, in order to fly up, I promised the emperor's plan. In order to fly up, I can sacrifice everything..." Bai Feng looked at the sky and whispered softly.

"What about now?" Su Ming opened his mouth calmly, and his voice changed with the acquisition of a new body. It was the voice of the palm, not Su Ming.

"Now..." The bitterness on Bai Feng's face gradually disappeared, showing a smile. The smile fǎngfo saw through everything, with a sense of freedom, but there was a trace of regret in the freedom.

"It's very qiguài. What I'm thinking about now is not to have life or a dream of soaring, but... In my mind, some previous memories emerge. Maybe that's the memory that belongs to my split, but with the death of the split, this memory is placed in the corner of my memory forever. But now... I think those memories are very good." Bai Feng said softly, but the usual beautiful voice has now become hoarse, like red hair and white hair, and the bones are gradually falling.

The update is late. Today, I made a car for a day, Panshan Road, and the second update is being written. It will be late, but it will be updated before 12 o'clock.

The update is unstable these days, please forgive me... (To be continued.)

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