Concentrating his mind, Mo Tianliao sighed, things had to be done step by step, no matter how distressed he was, he couldn't be in a hurry.
The floor is full of spirit stones, which were temporarily laid by the people who killed the earth. The whole piece of spirit stone is actually more suitable for cultivation than the cut one. This magic palace is rich in spiritual energy, and these spiritual stones are placed, and the spiritual energy of the entire fire room is so thick that it seems to be real. With Mo Tianliao's spirit in the divine period, he could clearly see the five-color aura floating in the air.
Close your eyes, concentrate.
The "Burning Wood Art" given by Qingtong only pointed out the correct cultivation method for the body of the divine wood, and there was no more content on the foundation. It looks more like my cat knew he was coming and made it up on the fly. As for the later cultivation, Mo Tianliao himself is also a great power of divine transformation. It is better to ask others than to ask himself.
The Dao is a thing, only in a trance, in a trance, in a trance, in which there is an image, in a trance, in which there is a thing.
To achieve the golden pill is to step into the ranks of high-level monks. To form pills, you must find your own way.
It took him decades to find the word Dao in his previous life. When he was born as a mortal, his family was ruined, and after he had cultivated, he returned one by one with revenge. For a long time, he thought that his way was the way of ruthlessness, the way of killing, but from time to time he would fall into the inner demons. The old bastard beat him up, gave him a little rabbit, and told him, boy, look at yourself, are you really a ruthless person
It was just an ordinary little rabbit, soft and small, staring blankly at him with round black eyes, and kept moving its three-petaled mouth. Mo Tianliao couldn't help but smile, stretched out two fingers and touched the smooth fur of the little rabbit. The old bastard grabbed the rabbit and killed it in three or two strokes.
"..." Mo Tianliao glared at him.
"Laughing at the rabbit like a girl, and saying that what he cultivates is ruthless!" The old bastard put the rabbit on the fire and roasted it.
Mo Tianliao had an epiphany, raised his hand and beat the old bastard.
After that, Mo Tianliao began to concentrate on finding his way, traveled around the Taixuan Continent, and finally realized his way one day.
His way is the way of refining. Everything has its essence and its dross, take its essence and discard its dross, it is a refining tool. Everyone's way is different. Item refiners may also be the way to save all living beings, and alchemists may also be the way to accumulate wealth, and Mo Tianliao, his way is really tool refinement, so that it is dark under the lights for many years. Didn't realize it.
Mo Tianliao was born to refine tools. He practiced formations, and he could draw the same formation thousands of times day and night. When smelting ore, he could stare at the furnace for ten days and a half without getting bored.
Taking the essence and getting rid of the dross is also Mo Tianliao's way of cultivation.
It's just that the tree wanted to be quiet and the wind didn't stop. He just wanted to refine an artifact on a whim, and was surrounded and killed by everyone. His cat was so small. In order to keep his spirit, he ripped apart his own demon soul, and suffered day and night for three hundred years. How selfish he is, he should immediately find a mortal with spiritual roots to seize the house the moment he wakes up, and quickly find his cat.
"Hmm..." The spiritual energy in the tendons began to be irritable like boiling water, churning back and forth, and a trace of black energy wandered around the spiritual platform. Oops, it's a demon!
Suddenly, a coolness infiltrated from the heavenly spirit, dispelling the black qi, and the irritable spiritual power gradually became calm. Mo Tianliao opened his eyes and saw a flawless handsome face, with foreheads touching each other, so close that he could clearly see the long eyelashes: "Little Claw..." His cat, although He didn't sign a blood pact with him, but he was no worse than other spirit beasts in dispelling inner demons and combing his tendons, and he always appeared at a critical time.
"You're stupid," Qingtong pushed the person away and pouted in disgust, "Cultivating a golden elixir can still bring out demons."
Mo Tianliao touched his nose and looked up at the refining furnace. The Xuanyuan Tie inside had been trained, and it had been more than ten days! Looking at the body, the cultivation base is already in the middle stage of foundation building!
Cultivation, in addition to absorbing spiritual energy, also cultivates spells and tempers the state of mind. To cultivate into a golden elixir, one must continuously condense the soul during the foundation-building stage and make it merged, so that when the elixir is formed, the soul can be cultivated. Only if these items are carried out at the same time, and none of them can be lower than the accumulation speed of spiritual power, in order to advance to the rank.
But for Mo Tianliao, the spell is at the pinnacle, and his mood is not ordinary toughness. As for the soul, it has long been the soul of the spirit transformation period, so his cultivation is only left to absorb the spiritual energy.
The spiritual energy here is too strong, and absorbing it for one day is equivalent to absorbing it outside for a month. How can you be unhappy
"That's not it, I'm not at ease when you're not here." Mo Tianliao tried to pull his cat over, but was thrown away.
"Scary, do your hands and feet on the master again, and deal with the rules." Qingtong raised his hand and slapped him, took out a soft pad from the storage bracelet, put it in the corner, turned into a kitten and climbed up and hit him. yawned. He took out the hemp rope ball that Mo Tianliao made at Xuanji last time, and went out to sharpen his claws.
The cushion is a cat nest made by Jiaotian in the previous life. It is filled with velvet flowers from the Tianshan Mountains and wrapped with snow satin woven with ice silk. Even on a hot day, it will not feel hot. It is most suitable for this kind of refining room. use.
Seeing that he was enjoying himself, Mo Tianliao ignored him.
A piece of Xuanyuan iron the size of a fist can only make a drop of iron juice, and draw it with the soul to gather the iron juice floating in the air. The thousand kilograms of Xuanyuan iron that Mo Tianliao bought at the beginning was only condensed into a half-foot-long piece.
Throwing the clear stone into the furnace for refining, Mo Tianliao wrapped the palm of his hand with spiritual energy, joined his hands, flattened the semi-solidified molten iron, flipped his fingers, and quickly kneaded it into a long strip. The transparent stone melted into the fire immediately, and immediately drew it with your fingers, and quickly carved the array on the long iron, engraved twelve consecutively, space, transformation, psychic, qi, and twelve superimposed arrays, each one. There are overlaps with the previous one, and there is no wrong drawing, and there is no pattern to see, it is all based on memory.
After Mo Tianliao finished painting, he breathed a sigh of relief and wiped his sweaty forehead. The spiritual power in the foundation-building stage is not enough. He has to draw and absorb the surrounding spiritual energy while drawing. In order to form the elixir as soon as possible, he must exhaust his spiritual power and absorb it again.
Quickly knead the long iron that has drawn the formation into a knife shape, wrap it with aura and put it aside, let it cool down, and then pick up the Falling Star Stone.
The blackness is boundless, like the stars falling into the sky. The Falling Star Stone can be used to refine a spiritual weapon that can change its form. It can be large or small, sharp or blunt, but Mo Tianliao took the Falling Star Stone out now, not for the purpose of refining a transformable spiritual treasure, but because of Tai Shi When the divine artifact itself was refined, Starfall Stone was used to create such a tortoiseshell color. In order to fool, ah, no, to satisfy the Venerable Earth Slayer, he had to use this material.
Cut off a piece the size of a palm and throw it into the fire to refine. Mo Tianliao lay down on the ground tiredly, looking at the cat in the distance with a vacant gaze.
In the past, Mo Xiaozuo accompanied him to refine the utensils when he was a child. When he saw him practice for a while, he suddenly fell down, his eyes were blank, and he looked very bad. He thought something was wrong with him, so he meowed around him anxiously, and even licked his face. . only now...
The sound of falling to the ground attracted the kitten who was kicking the hemp rope ball, turned his head to look at him, then turned back and continued to kick the hemp rope ball.
Mo Tianliao turned over in grief and indignation, spread out his limbs, and lay on the ground like a dead fish.
Seeing his action, Mo Xiaozuo paced gracefully with the hemp rope ball, stepped on his head and climbed up, put the hemp rope ball on his back, and raised his claw to pat. The ball rolled back and forth along the ridge, and it just happened that it wouldn't fall. Uncle Cat was satisfied, and started to play pushing the ball by jumping on his back, completely ignoring Mo Tianliao, who looked like he was dead from exhaustion.
Mo Tianliao: "…"
The author has something to say: Small Theater:
Woodworking: Let's play the game of pretending to be dead, biu~
Little Claw: Meow
Carpenter: (falls to the ground, pretending to be dead) Just like this, if I say biu, you fall down Xiaopaw: biu Woodwork: (falls to the ground) Huh? Something seems wrong