140 Refining magic weapon

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At this time, Pan Jingyun found that he had missed an extremely important material, that is, the blood of the third-order monster, and the blood of the third-order monster was an indispensable material for condensing the middle-order seven magic weapons. However, this blood is difficult to buy, because the blood cannot be placed for too long. The longer it is placed, the worse the effect will be. Even the power of success is worse than the fresh blood refining magic weapon. Therefore, ordinary merchants in Fangshi will not accumulate this thing at all.

Pan Jingyun couldn't find this material for a while. Finally, Pan Jingyun had an idea and hit the idea on the beautiful snake. Although the beautiful snake is a third-order monster, its strength is quite poor. As long as it is not plotted by its smoke, no matter how bad the Jiedan period monk is, he can easily take it down. Pan Jingyun is a little worried about whether its essence and blood will be too rubbish, but at present, he has no other way, so he has to leave it to fate.

That night, Pan Jingyun specially fed the beautiful snake until nearly early in the morning that they finished the battle. The beautiful snake was paralyzed by Pan Jingyun, and his body was wrapped around Pan Jingyun's body like a snake. Pan Jingyun found that the beautiful snake could bend freely in a humanoid state. Like it now, one hand is wrapped around Pan Jingyun's left hand and circled twice.

Pan Jingyun pinched the snow peak of the beautiful snake with his hand. The beautiful snake woke up in pain. He looked at Pan Jingyun and said annoidly, "What's wrong with you? Why are you pinching me? I don't know at all."

"I want to tell you something, can you promise me something?" Pan Jingyun said with some trembling.

"What's the matter, what do you say!" The beautiful snake closed her eyes again and said.

"I have given you so much essence. Can you give me some of your blood?" Pan Jingyun asked cautiously.

"What do you want my blood to do?" The beautiful snake asked doubtfully.

"I need to use the condensation device." Seeing that the beautiful snake did not refuse, Pan Jingyun felt a little relieved.

"How much do you want?" The beautiful snake asked warily.

"A small bottle in two or three days." Pan Jingyun felt a little guilty.

"What, I'm the queen. You actually treat me as your long-term blood bank. Don't even think about it!!" The beautiful snake wrapped a hand around Pan Jingyun's neck like a snake, and her eyes glared at him.

"Hey, don't I also give you Jingyuan? How can you just eat? Besides, a small bottle will have no impact on you in two or three days. If you want to do this, I won't give you Jingyuan in the future." Pan Jingyun threatened.

The beautiful snake hesitated a little. It is more and more difficult to practice now, but with Pan Jingyun's essence, its speed has improved a lot. If Pan Jingyun doesn't give it, it will be really troublesome.

After thinking for a long time, it finally said, "No, five small bottles a month at most, otherwise it will be pulled down."

Pan Jingyun smiled. As long as you have scruples, just five small bottles a month first, and then slowly add it. As long as I control the essence I give you, I will ask you one bottle every day in the future, and you have to be obedient.

Next, Pan Jingyun began to refine the weapon. Of course, it is not just refining the magic weapon. The refining of the puppet is also going on at the same time, and it takes longer. After all, refining the puppet is a matter of time. Basically, there is no problem of success rate, which has nothing to do with luck. But the magic weapon is the opposite. It doesn't take too long, but it needs luck.

Pan Jingyun chooses the best tempering magic weapon for an hour or two every day, and most of the time he refines puppets.

In fact, Pan Jingyun later found that he didn't need so much blood. He could successfully condense a middle-level six-grade flying sword or Xuanwu shield in an average of four or five days, so he could only choose to hit the seventh grade every five days. Every time he hit the seventh grade, he always chose the most sober and energetic one that day. Time to shock.

Time passed slowly. A month later, Pan Jingyun's face was a little gloomy, and all six shocks failed!

Two months have passed, and Pan Jingyun's face is even more gloomy. There are a lot of spiritual stones!

Three months have passed, and Pan Jingyun's heart is dripping blood!

Four months have passed, and Pan Jingyun is about to go crazy!!

Five months have passed, and Pan Jingyun is on the verge of collapse!!

Six months have passed, and Pan Jingyun is unkempt and looks like a madman!!!

On the last day of the seventh month, all the six-grade flying swords and Xuanwu shields had become a pile of scrap iron. Pan Jingyun resisted the impulse to take out the three flying swords with additional attributes to condense, and walked to the outside of the refinery. When he went out, he silently closed the door of the refinery room. He was completely bankrupt. More than 10 billion spiritual stones were all drifted, and his heart was so heavy that it seemed to be a huge mountain.

But ten minutes later, the door of the refinery room opened again. Pan Jingyun came in again and took out the blackboard brick that had been with him for more than 20 years. Perhaps this was the last chance to succeed. He decided to blog again. God will not be so cruel that the blackboard bricks that have been with him for more than 20 years will leave him.

As time went by, the blackboard bricks on the furnace tripod were all red, but Pan Jingyun's frowns were more and more stretched. Pan Jingyun kept adding various condensed materials to the blackboard bricks wrapped in flames, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

When Pan Jingyun finally added the blood of the beautiful snake to it, suddenly the blackboard brick in the flame was shining, and suddenly a dazzling five-color glow suddenly appeared around it. Pan Jingyun was ecstatic and succeeded, and finally succeeded!!

Pan Jingyun resisted the excitement, was highly focused, and carefully controlled the blackboard bricks to lead it to the quenching pool.

With a "bang", the whole floor of the blackboard bricks sank into the quenching pool. Time passed minute by minute, and Pan Jingyun could no longer restrain the ecstasy in his heart.

Just as he wanted to jump up and shout, there was a muffled sound from the quenching pool.

The sound is very small and light, but it is louder in Pan Jingyun's ears than a bolt from the blue. How can this be like this? In this last insignificant link, he buried a seven-grade magic weapon, which has accompanied him for more than 20 years and protected him for more than 20 years.

Pan Jingyun wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry. He wanted to scold, but he couldn't open his mouth! He just stood there like that.

Pan Jingyun has been standing like that in the refinery room for seven days and seven nights, and has been standing like that!

Seven days later, Pan Jingyun walked out of the refinery room. More than a year's painstaking efforts collapsed, and the property of more than 10 billion spiritual stones was wasted in this way. Pan Jingyun has completely bankrupt. At this time, he realized a lifelong philosophy: cherish life and stay away from gambling! Stay away from drugs!! Stay away from refineries!!!