Chapter 50 Nianqingling Blanket

Keywords: the treasure of life, sacrifice

Hunyuan Xiyang is one of the first spiritual objects born after the beginning of heaven and earth, and its grade is comparable to that used by Nuwa! Although it is only as big as a small golden gun, its laws and powers are endless.

The glorious Zen master seemed to see the most precious thing in his life. He held a small golden gun in one hand and worshipped him like a god.

"Spirit! The poor monk has lived for more than 700 years and has never seen such a spirit! The benefactor opened the little monk's eyes today!"

The greed in one eye flashed away, praised the Buddha's name with some embarrassment, and then asked, "Do you have any other auxiliary weapons on your body? The little monk can help you integrate these weapons into the motorcycle and increase its power.

Mixed soil, an acquired spirit!

Li Daqi's heart turned around, and his brain was rapidly searching for relevant information.

It wasn't long before a smile appeared on his face.

"No wonder I didn't recognize this thing. It turned out that it could be deformed arbitrarily. This time, thanks to the Zen master's eyes, otherwise Li would have been kept in the dark and didn't know that he was pregnant with a strange treasure.

The classics in the library of Fortune City have been recorded. He searched for his memory and learned the powerful function of Xiyang!

The first is to transform the body and integrate the nail-sized mixed soil into the body, which can make an ordinary person's body invulnerable, and even change at will. It has many wonderful uses, comparable to weapons!

The second is to gather energy, which absorbs space energy all the time, which is equivalent to an inexhaustible natural energy stone.

Li Daqi is lucky. Although there are people who can cast weapons in this world, there are very few masters like the glorious Zen master, so he can hold a powerful weapon in his hand, which is enough to increase the combat effectiveness of the holder dozens of times and even challenge him. The former is a toad demon that relies on the best demon soldier toad beads, and the latter is a freak like Li Daqi.

In addition, the so-called spiritual things are spiritual things. Unless it determines that someone is the master, no one can use it.

Li Daqi also doesn't know whether Hunyuan Xiyang regards him as his master, so now he can only try to ask about the Xiyang that is no longer like Xiaojin.

"Just give me a big nail."

Mixion Xiyang seemed to be a little hesitant, but after a while, a mass flew out of it and fell into the hands of Li Daqi.

Hunyuan Xiyang first helped Li Daqi escape from death. At that time, it did not believe that Li Daqi, but after it was taken away by Daqi, it returned to Li Daqi, which made it believe that Li Daqi was predestined with him, so it finally found its only owner after waiting for ten thousand years. Of course, the glorious Zen master didn't know all this, and Li Daqi didn't know either.

The glorious Zen master excitedly took over the small ball of nails and sent it to the heart of the motorcycle center.

Spiritual objects are spiritual objects. There is no need to use forging methods at all. They are directly integrated with motorcycles, just like nature.

Looking at the golden motorcycle, the glorious Zen master's face was full of pride.

"Eun Gong, this generation of infantry weapons is not inferior to first-class demon soldiers, but it is not as good as the best demon soldiers. If you can integrate some divine patterns such as escape methods into it, it may be improved.

Li Daqi hesitated for a moment, looked at Yao Guangling, looked at the bald monk, and finally woke up the sleeping wing and asked, "Wing, do you think this monk is credible?"

Yi yawned, like a wandering soul possessed by Li Daqi. Through Li Daqi's body, he glanced at Zen Master Guanghui, who somehow shivered inexplicably.

"I can't see any clue. It should not be the kind of villain who forgets righteousness. He can give you the painstaking means of transportation, which can be seen that he is not bad-hearted and is not a demon monk who does evil. Wings came to a conclusion.

"You mean I can rest assured of him?" Li Daqi tried to ask.

Wing said, "What do you want to do to him?"

Li Daqi said, "I plan to teach him the formula of condensing the golden light escape and the ascending ladder, and ask him to help me condense two ancient divine patterns, and then drive them into the motorcycle to improve the quality of the car."

I'm afraid this is a little inappropriate. You don't have any feelings for him. You just met him and saved him. He thanked you for giving you something. This only shows that he is not bad-hearted. There is no guarantee that he will see you pregnant with ancient tricks and have a bad heart. Will he go back to find someone to trick you and take your treasure? You know, in this world, the best demon soldiers and ancient magic are all hot resources!" Wing analysis.

Li Daqi was silent for a moment and said, "If you miss this opportunity, it will be hard to say next time. Moreover, now I urgently need a fast enough mobility tool. It takes a lot of magic power to condense the ancient divine lines. Mine is not enough. Although the glorious Zen master is a monk, he has now become a zombie. The magic power is still there and can help me.

"You have decided, and I won't say more. However, you have to remember that you have to pay for everything you do. The unpleasant words are called 'self-made'. You have figured it out. The wing is like a god looking through the future, preaching subversively to Li Daqi.

"I know what to do!"

Li Daqi looked at the glorious Zen master with an expectant face and said lightly, "Zen master, please wait a moment."

After saying that, he turned around, pulled Yao Guangling, took the latter away from the corpse mountain far enough away from the glorious Zen master, and stopped.

After making sure that Zen Master Guanghui couldn't hear it, Li Daqi opened his mouth carefully and said seriously, "Miss Yao, I have the honor to learn two ancient magic formulas from a senior. I will pass on the formula to you now. I hope you can help me condense two ancient divine patterns."

Facing Li Daqi's resolute eyes, Yao Guangling was obviously a little surprised.

"You once passed on my ancient strange skill of swallowing, but I didn't thank you! Now, if you have any requirements, just say it directly. Sooner or later, I will be yours!"

She is very tough and straightforward: "Even if I exhaust all my mana, I will help you condense the divine tattoo! Because you are my man!"

Li Daqi is not an idiot, nor a coward, nor a chick who doesn't understand the feelings of men and women, so when Yao Guangling said this, he hugged each other domineeringly and said, "I swear that I will never live up to you and will be good to you forever!"

Next, Li Daqi and Zen Master Guanghui protected Yao Guangling. The latter sat cross-legged and began to condense the ancient divine patterns according to the formula.

For three days and three nights, when the surrounding corpses and corpses were stinky and rotten, Yao Guangling opened his eyes and opened his mouth to spit out two butterfly-like dancing patterns.

Li Daqi was extremely calm. He did not divert his eyes because of the appearance of the divine pattern, but kept paying attention to Yao Guangling.

"Are you all right?"

Hearing the voice of concern, Yao Guangling, who was physically and mentally exhausted, took a breath, stood up and pretended to be strong and said, "I'm fine!" Very good!" She reached out and grabbed the suspended divine pattern, looked at the sparkling divine pattern, and said, "Look, divine pattern, I succeeded!"

Li Daqi grabbed Yao Guangling's hand tightly, pressed it to his chest, and said, "Don't hold on. My heart will hurt."

Yao Guangling giggled.

Immediately, she gave the divine tattoo to the monk.

The glorious Zen master grabbed the divine pattern with one hand, then opened his mouth and muttered a bunch of spells. The more he recited his spells, the more he seemed to be affected. In an instant, he magnified dozens of times and crashed into the motorcycle.

At this moment, the change suddenly emerged!

The clouds in the sky spread rapidly, and a beam of colorful beams of light fell from the sky and gathered on the motorcycle.

The motorcycle slowly melted like water at a speed visible to the naked eye, and eventually turned into something like a carpet.

"A vision from the sky! The best demon soldier! It's done!"

The glorious Zen master fell to the ground, supported his body with one hand, looked at the strange appearance in front of him, and shouted.

"zhong tong, drop your blood on it and make it a precious treasure!" Yao Guangling hurriedly reminded.

The newly cast weapons are generally ownerless, especially the best psychic demon soldiers with a trace of pure yang aura. Unless the weapon automatically recognizes the Lord, it can only be forcibly sacrificed with blood. If the weapon has recognized the Lord and then sacrificed with blood, the weapon will be connected with the owner's flesh and blood, becoming the master's destiny and treasure, which is connected with the master's heart and powerful.

In the past, Li Daqi did not study weapons. Fortunately, he read a lot of books in the library of Fortune City, so he could understand the deep meaning hidden in Yao Guangling's words.

Yao Guangling did not break in front of the glorious Zen master. Obviously, she didn't trust this monk very much.

Li Daqi reached out and waved the carpet-like mobility tool and dripped a drop of blood from his palm.

In the sky, the colorful light flashed away and quickly converged into the carpet!

Then, the carpet shrank to the size of a towel at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally fell into the hands of Li Daqi.

"Fal and blood are connected, as if they were part of my body." He touched the means of transportation that is no longer a motorcycle and sighed in his heart.

Suddenly, the sleeping wings woke up and shouted excitedly, "Li Daqi, you are lucky! This strange thing is only one step away from becoming a creation god!"

Li Daqi nodded. Naturally, he felt the difference of the carpet, so he agreed with Wing's words very much.

At this time, Zen Master Guanghui reluctantly stood up, facing Li Daqi, bowing his waist, and sincerely said, "Please give me a name."

Li Daqi put things into the palm cells, first looked at Yao Guangling beside him apologetically, then faced the blue sky, stood with his hands down, and slowly spit out four words that seemed to weigh up to a thousand pounds.

"Nian-qing-ling- blanket!"