Of course, if it is an ordinary weapon.
It can only be refined from the very beginning, step by step, to extract and integrate the spiritual power of Youyin.
But... the Flame Devouring Fan is different.
The Flame Devouring Fan was not only made of Ye Qingluo's heart and blood.
The Flame Devouring Fan is still a weapon whose quality attributes can grow.
It is the spiritual power that can completely integrate into the Dark Palace!
In this way.
Ye Qingluo can use the Flame Devouring Fan to counter most of the dead puppets!
Ye Qingluo pondered for a moment, and then made up his mind: "Okay, then I will trouble you first, and find a way to integrate Youyin's spiritual power into the Flame Devouring Fan!"
Tang Beiyuan took the Flame-eating Fan from Ye Qingluo: "I'll do it now!"
As she spoke, she took out the refining equipment from the interspatial ring.
Tang Beiyuan fiddled with the equipment, suddenly thought of something, and suddenly raised her head to look at Ye Qingluo: "By the way, Qingluo, there is really no way for you to extract more of the spiritual power that is fused with the weapon? If the dosage is too small, the effect on dealing with dead puppets will be lower... If a weapon with growth attributes such as the Flame Devouring Fan can extract a large amount of Yin Yin's spiritual power and fuse it with it, the effect will definitely be doubled!"
Ye Qingluo's finger on his wrist froze slightly.
She lowered her eyes and fixed her eyes on the Cangshui bracelet.
This is what Tang Beiyuan said.
She thought about it early in the morning.
only…
For the control of the Cangshui Bracelet.
She still can't help herself.
She still... didn't sense the existence of old man Cang.
If old man Cang is here.
The idea proposed by Tang Beiyuan can be established...
"I can't find a way to extract a large amount of mental power yet." Ye Qingluo shook his head, "I'll think of a way first and give it a try."
...
Come out of Tang Beiyuan's room.
Ye Qingluo walked towards the room where she lived last night.
In the lobby, Emperor Moxuan was releasing his profound energy to purify the infected miasma in the bodies of the soldiers.
In the entire lobby, there was silence.
Ye Qingluo didn't make a sound to disturb her, she quietly went back to the room and closed the door quietly.
She sits on the bed.
Slowly raised his wrist.
On the white and slender wrist.
The circle is like the pattern of cherry blossom petals, which is clearly visible.
Faintly, there seems to be a bright red streamer floating between the patterns.
Stare stare.
Ye Qingluo's eyes suddenly became dazed.
There seemed to be a shadow like white smoke floating in front of her eyes, looking at her kindly and kindly with a smile on her face.
The majestic but concerned voice vibrated in her eardrums.
"Let's go girl."
Ye Qingluo's eyelashes trembled, and the tip of his nose suddenly turned sour.
Unconsciously, she stretched out her other hand in the direction of Bai Yan, her voice choked up: "Old Man Cang... Old Man Cang..."
However, her almost sipping voice stopped abruptly at this moment.
She stretched out her hand, but it was empty.
The white smoke in front of him turned into a breeze and dissipated.
"Old man Cang!"
Ye Qingluo called out again.
Raising his hands, he desperately touched the space in front of him.
However, the only thing that can be touched by hands is air.
She froze in place in a daze.
He was almost in a daze for a long time before he came back to his senses.
Is it an illusion again...
Yes.
If it wasn't for hallucinations, how could Old Man Cang's spirit body disperse at the first touch...
Ye Qingluo's tense emotions were relieved at this moment.
She really... misses old man Cang.
The one who cared about her and loved her like an elder.