The next few days.
Zhou City is very calm.
After the yin and yang were gone, Mr. Fu and the others came back, and Fangzheng returned to the peaceful life style of three points and one line in the past.
Home, Old Street, University City.
Every day, a few wisps of ordinary soul energy will come into the account.
But for Fang Zheng, who is used to big fish and big meat, and got rich overnight several times, this income is more tasteless than ant legs.
But it's a pity to abandon it again.
Fangzheng is holding back all his energy now, just waiting for the spiritual weapon to come out, enter the spiritual world of the dead and kill all directions.
Then harvest a large wave of soul energy!
In this calm and boring slow time, Fangzheng counted the days, and finally, after a few days...
The two groups of Yiyi with dimmed light in their eye sockets are holding the spiritual weapon that has finally been carved, like an elementary school student who has scored a perfect 100 on a math test and is eager to show off his math results to his parents. Looking forward to handing it to Fangzheng.
At this time, Yiyi was like a primary school student who got a perfect score in a math test and was anxiously waiting for her parents to praise her, but also a little frustrated, looking at Fang Zheng with a nervous expression, afraid that she would not do better.
Fangzheng took the spiritual weapon, and didn't check the spiritual weapon right away, but looked at Yiyi, whose light had dimmed a lot in his eye sockets, and gently touched the little guy's head with distress and warmth.
If it weren't for Yiyi's day and night carving, it would be impossible for his spiritual weapon to come out so quickly.
But there is also a huge price to pay.
It is extremely exhausting.
Even adults can't bear to work overtime for days and nights.
"Sure enough, a famous teacher has produced a talented student. I am very satisfied. I have worked hard for Yiyi." Timely rewards and encouragement for children can build up a child's self-confidence and healthy personality.
What's more, he was right.
He is indeed very satisfied with the spiritual weapon.
This spiritual weapon is completely carved with reference to the shape of the Ghost Head Saber. Holding it in your hand, apart from being much lighter in weight, with Yiyi's craftsmanship, it is almost exactly the same as the ghost knife.
"I have to change Yiyi's name in the future, and change it to Fang Yuyi, the future master craftsman." Fangzheng laughed, boasting that the little guy was embarrassed, and threw himself into Fangzheng's arms, burying his little head in Fangzheng's chest. Happy again.
Seeing the shy and introverted Yiyi, Fangzheng laughed again.
Next, Fangzheng began to prepare for the strengthening of spiritual weapons.
Still that mountain.
It was still an uninhabited house in that mountain.
In order to ensure 100% killing of the decapitated woman this time, so as not to make any mistakes, Fangzheng gritted his teeth and directly took out the human skin scripture runes that had been cultivated rapidly with the progress of these days and became almost few left. , hit the spiritual weapon to strengthen it.
Strengthen +1, +2, +3, +4, +5!
There are new changes in spiritual weapons!
It was as bright red as a piece of blood-colored amber.
Evil is born in it.
Fangzheng seemed to see himself standing in the primeval forest, surrounded by the huge vegetation of the tropical rainforest and the raging of poisonous insects and ferocious beasts...
A towering ancient tree is different from the surrounding trees.
The soil where towering ancient trees grow is the color of blood.
In that blood, something powerful seemed to be conceived...
Then one day, a group of people came, felled the ancient trees, and went through mountains and rivers to provide for a king of the ancient empire...
Later, under the worship of many people, the ancient wood was made into a huge blood coffin.
It’s just that the blood coffin has not been finished yet, and the ancient empire has already been involved in a war. The blood coffin and a large number of corpses that died in battle fell into the river and drifted all the way... After the bad weather of Feng Shui roaring, lightning and thunder, finally, the blood coffin The coffin and other corpses floated down the river into a cave in the mountainside, where countless corpses were stranded...
Blood dragon wood! !
Fangzheng finally understood the source of the wood in the coffin where Yin Luosha was lying.
Blood dragon wood.
It is the imperial wood of the ancient Tianzhu Kingdom, which is only allowed to be used by the royal family.
It seems that this precious blood dragon tree was a tribute from Tianzhu to the ancient eastern kingdom.
It's just that a large-scale war that swept across the Eurasian continent later made this blood dragon tree fall to the people along with the flames of war before it could be used, and finally fell to the seventy-two ghost gates.
Then it was obtained by the grave guard.
This is the power of the human skin scripture, its mysterious power of creation can deduce "spirituality".
It's like the resentment of a prisoner who was beheaded on the ghost knife will reappear in the world.
It is also like the plant memory of the blood dragon wood, which is also stimulated.
Plants have memories too!
Strengthening continues.
It has been strengthened to the nine extremes, and finally, another special rune is consumed, and the blood dragon wood coffin finally undergoes new changes.
Boom!
Suddenly, the Ghost Head Saber box beside it was activated for automatic protection, and the huge Chi Yang power on the box was activated.
The lines of the cinnabar ink fountain are bright red, trying to suppress the wooden knife carved from blood dragon wood.
Fangzheng saw it!
It was a drop of blood, falling from the sky to the primeval jungle.
In the end, the ancient tree with the largest root system survived the fighting of the ancient trees in the jungle, and a large number of ancient trees around were withered by the blood dragon wood sucking up the underground nutrients.
But that drop of blood was diluted too thin by the earth.
So much so that the towering ancient trees sucked blood and soil, but no extraordinary was born.
It just became the top blood dragon wood among ordinary woods.
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Drizzling.
this day.
After a long hot day, it finally rained again.
This time God seems to be trying to hold back a big move, dark clouds overwhelm the city, and there will be a heavy rainstorm. Today's rain is as heavy as the day when Shen Wei asked for medicine for Zhao Yunlan.
district.
Fangzheng looked at the rain falling outside the window, and he was refreshed.
"coming soon!"
Then he sat cross-legged on the bed in the bedroom, with a scarlet-like jade blood knife on his lap, and began to wait for the ancient resentment to pull him into the spiritual world of the dead.
This knife is exactly the strengthened spiritual weapon.
Shining with a texture as firm as iron.
Time passed by every minute and every second.
The torrential rain continued outside the window.
Faintly, Fangzheng felt in a trance, but immediately regained his clarity.
Fang Zheng, who had long been experienced, suddenly opened his eyes!
Excuse me!
Holding the long knife wrapped around his lap, he suddenly stood up.
Click!
Fang Zheng unscrewed the bedroom door handle and walked out of the bedroom.
A minute later, as he dried a clump of dark woman's hair from the hot water kettle...
"Ahem..."
"Cough cough cough..."
Painful coughs came from outside the house's anti-theft door. There was pain in the cough, as if he had a serious illness of tuberculosis.
People can't help but wonder, if this person coughs like this, will he cough up both lobes of his lungs
It's the consumptive scholar!
Fangzheng took a deep breath, holding the spiritual weapon long knife, his eyes were faintly beating with excitement.
That is his spiritual idea is eager to try.
At this time, there was a knocking sound from outside the corridor.
"A useless person is a scholar..."
"Very hungry, very hungry..."
The door began to be pushed open from the outside...
(end of this chapter)