catastrophe is coming
"Oh no!"
"Can resist the great catastrophe!!!"
Hearing what Taoist Xuanling said, almost everyone present exclaimed loudly.
Great catastrophe!
That is the nightmare of all cultivators. Even the most powerful practitioners in the comprehension world will be dismayed by the news, but they have to face the dangerous hurdle!
For those cultivators who have already stood at the pinnacle of the cultivation world, surviving the catastrophe and ascending to immortality is their most important goal!
This is not only related to their future, but also their lives!
In order to find a magic weapon that can help them survive the great catastrophe, those top experts in the cultivation world almost exhausted all their energy, but even so, they may not be able to find one!
However, now Taoist Xuanling has actually refined such a treasure that can resist the great catastrophe!
In the square of Hanging Island, no matter if they were cultivators or ghosts, almost everyone boiled over. The crowd rushed towards the shop of the Artifact Refining Sect, almost bursting the shop!
Everyone wants to see with their own eyes, the true face of the ghostly mantle!
"A top magic weapon! This is really a top magic weapon!"
"Tsk! Tsk! You are indeed the master of the refining world, the number one person in the refining sect! You can actually refine such a treasure! Having such a treasure by your side is equivalent to adding a layer of insurance for yourself!"
"That's right! That's right! If you sacrifice this treasure, it can even resist the great catastrophe. How can ordinary cultivators hurt it!"
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People discussed and sighed one after another, admiring Taoist Xuanling's skill of refining weapons.
In fact, even Zhao Rui himself couldn't help admiring him. He was able to refine such a treasure from a piece of debris. , well deserved.
After showing the Netherworld Ghost Mask to Zhao Rui, Xuan Lingdao took the treasure back with a move, and then handed it to Zhao Rui: "According to our agreement, this magic weapon belongs to you."
Zhao Rui said thank you, and without being polite to Taoist Xuanling, he reached out to take it, and then looked carefully over and over again, feeling very happy in his heart.
With this treasure, it should be no problem to resist the minor catastrophe, maybe, you don’t need to worry about how to survive the catastrophe in the future,
"Ah! Give it away!"
"Such a treasure is given away like this!"
"The Daoist Xuanling is too generous!"
"Who is that kid! He got such a treasure for nothing!"
"Lucky! How lucky! Why don't I have such good luck?"
Seeing this scene, many cultivators who didn't understand the cause and effect couldn't help exclaiming loudly, staring blankly at the treasure in Zhao Rui's hand, so envious that their eyes almost bleed!
Every piece of magic weapon made by the master master of refining, Xuanling Daoist, is the best of the best. They couldn't find it even if they wanted it.
This is a top magic weapon that can resist the great catastrophe!
Even a peak powerhouse like Li Lingfeng of the Shushan Sword Sect will fall in love with this treasure!
It fell into the hands of an unknown person like this, so how could they not have any thoughts in their hearts
If it wasn't for the fact that the Tianfu Illusion has a special prohibition on immortal arts, making it impossible to fight, the cultivators and ghosts and ghosts present would have already swarmed up and started robbing frantically.
Seeing the expressions on everyone's faces, Zhao Rui couldn't help but smile, then put the Netherworld Ghost Cover into the Qiankun Ring, turned and left.
The so-called "wealth" should not be "disclosed", since "disclosure" of wealth, then you should leave as soon as possible.
Fortunately, he had the foresight to make a series of changes in appearance and body when he entered the illusion of Tianfu, so that no one else could find out his real body based on his appearance in the illusion.
Otherwise, these monsters and cultivators who are dazzled by greed and jealousy will find him no matter how deep they dig.
If these guys work together, it will be much more terrifying than the human flesh search on the Internet.
After walking a few steps, Taoist Xuanling suddenly shouted from behind: "Hey, Fellow Daoist! I don't know your name yet! Can you tell me?"
Many people who don't know the reason, heard this, they were so shocked that their jaws almost fell to the ground.
I don't even know the name, so I sent out such a treasure. Is there something wrong with the Taoist Xuanling's head
They thought so in their hearts, but they didn't say it out of their mouths. They just pricked up their ears, wanting to hear Zhao Rui's answer, trying to get some information about his identity from his answer!
Zhao Rui turned his head and thought about it for a while. For some reason, he suddenly remembered the Mingling mask he was wearing, so he smiled and said, "Mingling! You can call me Mingling."
After speaking, he quickly left Tianfu Illusionland without looking back.
"Mingling?" Daoist Xuanling chewed the name carefully, and muttered to himself, "This is really a weird name!"
Zhao Rui withdrew his divine sense from the Heavenly Blessing Illusion, carefully played with the Netherworld Ghost Mask in his hand, and then threw it into the Qiankun Ring. With this treasure, it is basically impossible to resist the minor catastrophe problem.
Zhao Rui's mood suddenly brightened. Looking at the clouds outside the window, the sense of crisis in his heart also faded a lot at this moment.
For the next few days, he increased his practice speed. Apart from going to work, whenever he had time, he tried his best to practice the Eight Desolation Killing Immortal Art. Know what he's up to.
As time went by bit by bit, the zhenqi stored in Zhao Rui's dantian became more and more profound.
Every time he practiced, he could clearly feel that the true energy in his dantian was undergoing qualitative changes quietly but unwaveringly.
However, at the same time, he also felt very clearly that whenever he was cultivating, there was always a black cloud that was too thick to dissolve and shrouded his head.
The thick clouds contained countless palpitating energies, which made his sense of crisis intensify day by day.
Cultivators are stronger than ordinary people, but the power of the sky is unpredictable. Even the people who are cultivators will also feel uneasy in front of the power of God.
The sense of crisis accumulated to the maximum one night two weeks later, Zhao Rui only felt his eyelids twitching, his heart felt like a boulder was pressing on him, and he was almost out of breath.
Zhao Rui went to the balcony, looked up at the sky, and found thick black clouds, like iron plates, pressing low on his head, the moonlight had been completely covered, there was no moonlight, able to break through the clouds , sprinkle down.
He knew that tonight had come to the most critical night. If he could withstand the bombardment of the Little Heavenly Tribulation, then he would bid farewell to the life cycle and enter the early stage of refining gods!
At that time, his strength will be greatly improved. Even in the face of a fierce and powerful monster like the Scarlet Fire Old Demon, he will be able to deal with it without pretending to be a ghost!
Due to the imminent catastrophe, Zhao Rui did not dare to practice at home, otherwise, even if the thunderbolt did not blow the building to pieces, it would be enough to reveal his identity.
So he left the apartment, took a taxi to the suburbs, and then entered the deep mountains and dense forests.
Strangely, that thick black cloud, as if it had eyes, followed closely and covered his head all the time.
Zhao Rui didn't care about thinking about it at this time, took out the Netherworld Ghost Mask, and threw it into the air.
The hood of ghosts and ghosts burst into black light, and according to Zhao Rui's needs, it became the size of a person, and then folded upside down, trapping Zhao Rui in it.
Immediately afterwards, the black rays of light began to converge, forming a wide band of light, like a wide and deep river of darkness, lingering outside the shield, the dark mist transpired, and countless evil spirits, from the black Light bands emerged from the shield and circled around the outer layer of the shield to protect Zhao Rui.
Although the Netherworld Ghost Mask looks dark, it is very transparent when viewed from the inside, without any hindrance, and the outside world can be seen clearly.
Zhao Rui was protected by the netherworld and ghosts, and he could not help but feel confident that he would survive the minor catastrophe safely, and his mood was relatively stable.
Of course, this does not mean that he puts all his hopes on the protection of this magic weapon, and still maintains a high level of vigilance.
Because he knows that in this world, any accident may happen, and there is no item that can guarantee 100% safety!
Even if it is a top-level magic weapon refined by a master craftsman, it won't work!
Zhao Rui sat down cross-legged, calmed down his thoughts, put all distracting thoughts out of his mind, and began to practice "Eight Desolation Killing Immortal Art".
The icy cold wind became violent at some point, whistling through the forest, rolling up fallen leaves and dust, flying all over the sky, hitting the face with severe pain.
The trees in the deep mountains and dense forests swayed back and forth with the strong wind. It seemed that the thick trunks could not bear it and might be uprooted at any time.
The cloud layer seemed to be thicker, and it was pressing down low, as if it was about to press down on Zhao Rui's head.
The little catastrophe is about to come.