Chapter 772 Magic Weapon
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The magic weapon of your life!
Mo Hua took a deep breath.
In the eerie refining room, Ouyang Mu also looked shocked, then he shook his head and said:
"I'm only in the middle stage of foundation building, and I can't cast the sword bone of my natal magic weapon yet."
The old demon cultivator said calmly: "So I said, I will teach you, you watch from the side, just study hard."
When Ouyang Muzheng looked hesitant and didn't know what to do, Mo Hua wrote: "Let him teach!"
This is a good opportunity.
Not only did Xiaomu learn how to make weapons and sword bones, but he also overheard some tips on how to advance to the golden elixir and cast the natal magic weapon.
This old demon cultivator seems to have something.
Ouyang Mu naturally followed Mo Hua's instructions.
Now that he has received guidance from Mo Hua, his acting skills have improved. He pretended to be troubled, as if he couldn't make up his mind. After hesitating for a long time, he finally sighed and said:
"Okay, I'll learn!"
The old demon cultivator was not surprised.
As a swordsmith, the opportunity to learn how to cast the natal sword bone was presented to me, and it was impossible to refuse.
How to nourish and refining the natal magic weapon is taught by every sect within the Qianxue Prefecture.
But how to forge the sword bone, use the sword bone as the core, and create the embryo of the natal magic weapon from scratch...
This is one of the top secrets of sword making.
Even those twelfth-rate sects that specialize in refining weapons will not teach these things to their outer sects.
"Do you know the origin of the natal magic weapon?" the old demon cultivator asked in a hoarse voice.
Ouyang Mu naturally knows this.
He is a Tai'amen disciple with a long tradition of sword-making, and a direct descendant of the Ouyang family. He has been exposed to it since he was a child, and he is already familiar with things like sword-making, golden elixirs, and magic weapons.
Ouyang Mu was just about to nod when he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a message written in ink on his sleeve:
"Say you don't know!"
Ouyang Mu came from a sword-making family, so he knew everything about magic weapons.
But ink painting is confusing.
Occasionally, within the sect, teachers give lessons that involve some knowledge of magic weapons, but they either think it is too early and will not say more;
Or they think that everyone here is a descendant of an aristocratic family, and they should all understand their family background, so they basically explain it in one sentence.
Mo Hua wants to ask, but sometimes he can't.
Moreover, this old demon cultivator seems to know a lot, and he may be a little different from what is taught in the sect.
Now I just want to let this old demon cultivator explain it to me.
Ouyang Mu looked slightly startled and confused.
Doesn’t everyone know these basic knowledge about magic weapons?
Why does Senior Brother Mo, who has "great magical powers" and "profound knowledge", let himself say that he doesn't know...
Ouyang Mu doesn't quite understand.
However, Senior Brother Mo always has a deep meaning in his actions, so he just does what he does.
Ouyang Mu hesitated for a moment, and just when he was about to speak, he didn't know much about the magic weapon yet, when he saw the old demon cultivator snorted coldly.
"Those who are hesitant must be poor at studying and have no money in their stomachs..."
The old demon cultivator looked displeased, "I don't even know the basic knowledge of weapon refining. Tai Amen, I really sacrifice the good for the weak. Each generation is worse than the last..."
Ouyang Mu was dissatisfied, but did not refute.
The old demon cultivator thinks so, so he doesn't have to explain himself.
The old demon cultivator glanced at Ouyang Mu again and snorted coldly, saying, "Since you are not good at learning, I will teach you from beginning to end..."
"You must remember this."
Ouyang Mu nodded.
Mo Hua, who was eavesdropping, also nodded.
The old demon cultivator coughed, as if he was too tired to stand for a long time, so he hunched over and found a stone chair to sit down on. He took out a white bone and rubbed it in his hand, and then slowly said:
"Any monk who wants to break through the golden elixir must first cast his natal magic weapon..."
"Before the breakthrough, prepare the embryo of the natal magic weapon in advance. When the golden elixir is broken through and the spiritual power crystallizes, the embryo of the magic weapon and the spiritual power of the elixir will be integrated."
"The spiritual power of the Qi Refining Realm is like Qi, the spiritual power of the Foundation Building Realm is like mercury, the spiritual power of the Golden Core Realm is crystallized..."
"Only the crystallized spiritual power can be completely integrated with the solidified magic weapon, and they can become one with each other..."
"From now on, this magic weapon will belong to you alone. It can sense spiritual power and lives together. If you are strong, you will both be strong, and if you lose, you will both suffer."
"And the embryo of this natal magic weapon has many specialties..."
The old demon cultivator slowly straightened up and felt a little more comfortable, then continued: "Most of the children of the great families use the top-grade spiritual weapons inherited by the family as the embryos of their natal magic weapons."
"This type of spiritual weapon has been passed down for a long time, and the gold, stone, and jade materials used are extremely valuable. The craftsmanship has reached the highest level and must be tempered thousands of times before it can be completed..."
"Moreover, it is of the same origin and compatible with the martial arts and Taoism treasured by the family. It is a closely matching part of the family's inheritance system. It is the most excellent natal magic weapon embryo..."
"For middle-class families, the inherited spiritual weapons are inferior."
"Small families are worse, and even most small families don't have inherited spiritual weapons at all, so they can only use ordinary spiritual weapons to replace them."
"As for casual cultivators, there are only a few who can form elixirs, let alone talk about the quality of the natal magic weapon..."
The old demon cultivator sighed slightly, with complicated eyes, "This is the real 'inheritance barrier' between the aristocratic families. From the inheritance of the cultivation method to the monopoly of the cultivation resources, it is a tight fit."
"Even if small families, or even ordinary cultivators, can form elixirs, their inheritance and spiritual stone financial resources are insufficient, so they will definitely not be able to refine any magical treasures that can catch their eyes."
"Even if you are lucky enough to refine a good embryo and develop a top-grade magic weapon, the inheritance is not systematic, the skills and Taoism are not matched, and compared with the children of the aristocratic family, they are still far behind..."
"But if the natal magic weapon is not good, even if you can cultivate the golden elixir, you will still fall far behind others. You can hardly compare with the children of the famous families, let alone compete..."
Ouyang Mu nodded in understanding.
He comes from a noble family and doesn't have deep feelings about this kind of thing.
But Mo Hua sighed in his heart.
"The monastery has strict barriers..."
It's really not a lie.
It may not be visible on the surface, but the casual cultivators at the bottom will be bumped into these barriers every time they climb up, causing their heads to break and bleed.
The old demon cultivator continued: "This is the right way to cultivate your own magic weapon..."
"The demonic path, the corpse path, and the evil path are generally similar. They use the best evil artifacts inherited from the demonic path to warm and nourish the magical treasures of the demonic path."
"But beyond that, there are a lot of differences."
"After all, in this world, the paths of righteousness are all the same, while the paths of demons are full of variety."
"There are those who forge evil weapons, there are those who forge demon weapons, there are those who forge demon weapons..."
"Some people keep evil and evil weapons as pets in their bodies and feed them with their own flesh and blood..."
"There are also those who integrate the embryo of their natal evil weapon with themselves and regard it as a part of their body..."
"Beside this there is……"
The old demon cultivator paused for a moment and did not say any more. Instead, he said lightly: "...There are many more, with different methods, to name a few."
Ouyang Mu's face turned slightly pale when he heard these magical methods.
The old demon cultivator looked at him and said in a hoarse voice: "The way of evil weapons is profound and profound. I will teach you slowly."
"You may not get used to it at first, but slowly you will get used to it..."
"In this world, apart from one's own soul, flesh and blood, including other people's limbs and bones, they are all foreign objects and dead objects."
"The monster is dead, and it has materials that can be used to refine weapons."
"If a person dies, why can't he practice?"
"Next, you follow me and learn..."
After the old demon cultivator finished speaking, he took out a piece of forest-white spine, threw it into the blood pool, quenched the human blood, and baked it in the dark green fire. After the blood color melted into the bone marrow, he took it out. forging……
This process is cumbersome.
The ink painting can only be understood roughly.
Ouyang Mu followed suit. At the same time, he also remembered what Mo Hua said. He saw the old demon cultivator's weapon refining techniques in his eyes and remembered them in his heart. He chose the good ones and learned them and discarded the bad ones.
Mo Hua didn't let Ouyang Mu use some of the weird weapon refining methods.
Surprisingly, the old demon cultivator didn't force him.
He did everything Ouyang Mu didn't want to do.
Only some leftover materials and processes that would not "dirty his hands" would be quietly left to Ouyang Mu to do.
Mo Hua frowned slightly.
"This old thing is a bit weird..."
So it was until the end. Although the old demon cultivator had been "guiding" Ouyang Mu in refining evil weapons, he never really made it difficult for him.
After quenching the blood from the spine, Ouyang Mu returned to the prison.
Mo Hua also returned to his secret room.
He sat cross-legged on the ground, frowning in thought, because he suddenly realized that he seemed to have ignored the issue of the magic weapon for so long.
Ever since he entered Taixu Sect, he has been busy.
I have to catch criminals, earn merits, learn formations, hunt monsters, find ways to ward off evil spirits...etc., etc., I'm very busy.
Now that I thought about it, I realized that I still didn't know what magic weapon to use.
If you want to form an elixir, what should you use as your natal magic weapon?
Other disciples from the same sect were planned in advance by the family elders.
From one's own martial arts, the superior Taoist methods practiced, to the inherited spiritual weapons, and natal magic weapons, they are all inherited from the same line.
They don't need to think about it themselves, they just need to follow the clan practices or the instructions of their elders and follow the steps.
But I am different...
Mo Hua sighed.
He has no family heritage.
When I left home, my parents were just cultivating Qi, and I was the first one in the family of three to build a foundation. Where did the golden elixir inheritance come from.
As for the inheritance...
The ink paintings are somewhat sad.
The master has suffered a great calamity, and his life and death are uncertain now, and he has never mentioned what will happen after the golden elixir.
"Na Zi Ring?"
Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he turned over the Nazi ring on his right thumb.
Unfortunately, there are no spiritual weapons or magic weapons that "suddenly appeared" in the Nazi Ring.
"Master didn't leave anything for me..."
Think about it, the master is not a god, and the Nazi Ring is not a treasure box, so how can he have whatever he wants.
Mo Hua thought about it for a while. "Master didn't leave anything for me, nor did he tell me any relevant knowledge about Taoism, that is..."
"Want to test me?"
"Don't limit my choices and let me express myself freely?"
"Let me think and decide by myself, what is the most suitable magic weapon for me?"
Mo Hua nodded slowly.
Then he was a little embarrassed.
But if I am so poor, what can I use as my natal magic weapon?
Inherited spiritual weapon?
It's too expensive, and even if he has the inherited spiritual weapon, it doesn't match his own skills and Taoism, and he probably can't compare with his fellow geniuses.
Ordinary spiritual weapons, let alone them.
He was born quite different.
Also, I am now in the middle stage of foundation building.
Even if you have the best spiritual weapon embryo, you don't have much time to warm it up.
According to the old demon cultivator, the longer the embryo of the natal magic weapon is warmed and cultivated, the more consistent it will be with one's own spiritual power. In the future, it will be refined into a magic weapon that can be driven like an arm, and the more powerful it will be.
"Trouble..."
Mo Hua frowned and suddenly had an idea.
He closed his eyes, and his consciousness sank into the sea of consciousness. He came to the Taoist monument, reached out and patted the Taoist monument, and asked quietly:
"Are you willing to be my magic weapon?"
The Taoist monument was as silent as a mountain, and no one paid him any attention.
Mo Hua curled his lips and said, "Stingy guy, looking down on others..."
But come to think of it.
The Dao stele is so mysterious and ethereal. It seems to contain some kind of Dao charm. Even the evil gods are afraid of it. It must be very powerful.
With such a big background, even if it were given to me as a magic weapon, I wouldn't dare to ask for it.
I don't have that much destiny.
When he thought of this, Mo Hua became much calmer and apologized to the monument: "I'm sorry, I overstepped my bounds."
The Taoist monument was still silent, but there was a slight trembling.
It seems that he is very satisfied with the "self-knowledge" of ink painting.
"Not even the Taoist monument..."
Mo Hua sighed.
"That's all, let's do this for now, and then think about it slowly when you have time. Anyway, it's already a lot late, so there's no rush at this moment."
Furthermore, my spiritual power and physical foundation are already lagging behind others - especially those from the same sect, so I am not afraid of falling behind by this point.
Thinking of this, Mo Hua suddenly felt much better.
As soon as I think about it, I suddenly feel that the world is vast.
What's more, since I am a divine consciousness enlightenment, I don't have to force myself to "roll" things like spiritual power, blood, energy, spiritual weapons, and magic weapons with these sect geniuses, which are inherently inferior.
Just make do, break through the realm, and form a golden elixir.
Mo Hua nodded.
He took out the Taixu Order again.
On the Taixu Order, there is a large text from Elder Xun.
In the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, the magnetic signal is weak, so it took a lot of time to completely transmit these words.
Mo Hua read it and felt a little shocked.
"The great power of reality and reality, the fusion of the present world and spiritual thoughts..."
"The land of Blood Creek and Bones is not really a place where monsters are raised. The real secrets are hidden in the depths."
"The entire Valley of Ten Thousand Demons is a Shinto building penetrated by a large formation..."
"In the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, there is an entire lineage of extremely profound inheritance of divine formations..."
…
This formation elder is a master!
I did see some clues about the formation of Ten Thousand Demons Valley, but I didn’t understand it thoroughly enough.
And there were some details that I didn't notice at all.
This is the difference in formation vision and cognitive pattern brought about by the realm of cultivation.
and……
A whole line of extremely profound inheritance of Shinto formations!
Mo Hua’s eyes lit up.
The inheritance of Shinto formations here may be even more powerful than you think.
The opportunity was rare, so Mo Hua sent a letter to Xun Ziyou and asked briefly about "virtual and real great power, the integration of the world and the spiritual mind, the pattern of formations, the secrets of Shinto formations" and so on.
Xun Ziyou's scalp felt numb after reading it.
"How could he, a foundation-building disciple, ask these formation questions..."
Xun Ziyou complained in his heart, but he couldn't answer, so he went to ask Xun Zixian.
When Xun Zixian heard these questions, his eyes lit up and he answered them one by one.
Xun Ziyou relayed it to Mo Hua.
Mo Hua then asked again, but Xun Ziyou had no choice but to ask Xun Zixian. Finally, Xun Zixian became impatient, stretched out his hand and said: "Give me your Taixu Order."
Xun Ziyou reluctantly gave his elder token to Xun Zixian.
After that, Xun Zixian chatted with Mo Hua for a while.
The two of them exchanged opinions on formation issues and had a great time chatting. They left Xunzi aside and completely forgot about it.
Xun Zixian is no longer that annoying person who says, "I don't want to play the piano to a cow." Instead, he is full of interest and has a lot of conversation.
Xunziyou sighed helplessly.
Finally, the two of them finished talking.
Xun Zixian handed the Taixu Elder Order back to Xun Ziyou and sighed, "This is an excellent seedling. The future of the formation is limitless..."
After finishing speaking, he looked at the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons again with a solemn expression, "This child must not be lost in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons."
Xun Ziyou silently rolled his eyes at him, thinking nonsense, why do you need to say this?
Then he sighed again.
This situation has been at a stalemate for several days, but I don't know when there will be a change.
…
In the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, Mo Hua chatted with Elder Xun Zixian for a while and benefited a lot.
Although Elder Xun Zixian's formation attainments are far inferior to Mr. Xun's, he is also unique in his understanding of formations and his experience and knowledge of some formations.
Mo Hua sighed in his heart, as expected, there must be my teacher among the three of us.
You cannot underestimate any formation master. You must be humble and think and learn more.
In addition, Elder Xun Zixian provided some speculations about the "Shinto formation" in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.
After a conversation, Mo Hua had some vague ideas in his mind, but he was not sure yet...
The next day, in the evil weapon room of Ten Thousand Demons Prison.
The old demon cultivator, who is an evil weapon master, is still teaching Ouyang Mu to refine sword bones and forge evil swords.
Ouyang Mu stood between the blood pool and the bone furnace, practicing his sword conscientiously.
Outside the evil weapon room, Jin Gui's eyes were like those of poisonous snakes. After peeping for a while, he saw that Ouyang Mu was not lazy and was indeed forging the evil sword bit by bit. He nodded with satisfaction.
"Once Ouyang Mu enters the demon path and becomes an evil swordsman, everything will be easy..."
Jin Gui remained calm, turned and left.
But what he didn't know was that, on the surface, Ouyang Mu was indeed involved in the whole process.
But in fact, he had never mastered the truly evil weapon refining process.
It was because of the "tactful evasion" that Mo Hua taught him, and also because of the old demon cultivator who turned a blind eye and closed one eye.
There was something strange about the ink painting, so he wrote to Ouyang Mu:
"Ask this old guy what his relationship is with the Ouyang family."
Ouyang Mu was startled, nodded slightly, then turned his head and said to the old demon cultivator: "Old Dong..."
Affected by the ink paintings, he almost said the word "old thing".
Ouyang Mu coughed, changed his title, and whispered: "Old senior, do you have any connection with our Ouyang family?"
The old demon cultivator trembled and stopped what he was doing, with strong anger and unwillingness emanating from his body.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly condensed.
There was silence all around, except for the sinister green fire, which creaked and burned, making a depressing sound.
Ouyang Mu swallowed his saliva, lowered his eyes slightly, glanced at his sleeves, and then whispered: "You... don't want to say it, forget it..."
The old demon cultivator suddenly turned his head and glanced at Ouyang Mu with his turbid eyes, his expression was sad and mixed with very complicated emotions.
Finally, he sighed.
"That's all, it doesn't hurt to tell you..."
Ouyang Mu breathed a sigh of relief and was about to put down the bones in his hands.
The old demon cultivator said, "Don't stop."
"oh……"
Ouyang Mu was startled, then continued to light the fire and refine the bones.
The old demon Xiu Ku sat there, sighed deeply, and finally said slowly:
"It's a long story..."
"You are right, I do have some connection with the Ouyang family, and I was indeed..."
Having said this, the old demon cultivator seemed a little embarrassed to speak, but in the end he gritted his teeth and said:
"...He is a disciple of the Ouyang family!"
Ouyang Mu's expression changed.
A disciple of the Ouyang family!
really!
Then he was shocked and angry.
In the Ouyang family of the great Tai Amen, hundreds of years ago, some people were captured by demon cultivators and imprisoned in this dark prison. They were forced to help the "demon" persecute them and practice for these ferocious demon cultivators. The bloody evil sword.
(End of chapter)