Could it be that he lied to me before that the meteorites could not be refined at all?

No, if that's the case, then he can talk about it after we have divided it, or simply not mention it, so I will only suffer a loss... the problem of rituals!

What he said just now was that if the emperor could preside over the rituals and forge humanitarian killing weapons, it would become a treasure for the country. Isn’t the emperor the emperor the emperor?

Letting a emperor preside over the ritual, this...it's very difficult to use his butt. I was so obsessed with greed and ignored this problem!

Wu Mian, who was in a self-examination, did listen to Zhuge Qing’s explanation:

"If that meteorite is successfully refined, it is indeed a humanitarian killing weapon, but let alone the emperor is old and unable to preside over the rituals. Even if he wants to preside over the rituals, the refined humanitarian killing weapon will not fall into my hands. Why do I want that meteorite?"

"You Haotian Gate is close to the imperial court, especially your lineage. I remember that Princess Yingyue worshipped your master as her master, and maybe she could use this meteorite. No matter how bad it is, she can still make a good humanitarian killing weapon by presiding over the ritual."

Wu Mian heard this and smiled and said, "Then I'm not polite."

After saying with a smile, he looked at the adult-sized meteorite in the crater and the huge corpse of the big roc under it, and frowned and asked, "Then how should we take away the meteorite and the corpse of the big roc?"

Zhuge Qing also stared at the meteorites in the middle of the crater and the corpse of the big roll bird for a moment before saying, "After I suppress the foul air here, I will temporarily hide them with formations. After you arrive in Kangda City, you can let Zhi Jinwu over there come to transport it."

"That's all." Wu Mian nodded and asked again: "What is Mr. Zhuge planning to deal with the foul air here? Do you need me to do something?"

To be honest, he still doesn't know what foul air is. He has no other impression except that he heard that the thing would make people unlucky and was inherent in the monster.

"You really need the young master to help you... I wonder if your young master knows Pu Tian's secret method?"

Pu Tian’s Secret Technique? Isn’t that the spell of the Senior Brotherhood?

Wu Mian shook his head and said, "No."

Zhuge Qing smiled and said, "That magic usually requires the five qi to be qualified to be used, and only the young master can practice two qi. It is normal not to be able to do that."

Then ask about yarn! You still laugh!

Wu Mian was speechless for a moment.

Then, he heard Zhuge Qing say, "That young master knows Haotian... This magic requires the emperor's blood, and the young master probably won't..."

After pondering for a while, Zhuge Qing said, "Young Master will recite the saint's scriptures later."

Just recite the scriptures of the Saint? Just recite the scriptures?

Maybe it's really possible!

Wu Mian was stunned for a moment and nodded.

He still remembers that when Wukong was setting up the Dharma Realm in Fenghelin, he told him that the Saint Sutra is a summary of the enlightenment of the predecessors. It has the magical genre of Taoism. Every day he studied can cultivate one's own nature, and he could recite it and recite it and have great magic power.

Then, he asked, "Mr. Zhuge, what kind of thing is this foul air? I have seen many monsters, but I still can't tell the foul air. I only heard from the masters and the others that it will make people lose bad luck. The stronger the monster, the more powerful it is."

Zhuge Qing thought for a while and said, "The foul air is also a kind of luck, but it is not the luck of human beings, but the luck of monsters. If a person is infected, he will be rejected by the luck of human beings, so he becomes very unlucky."

"If you want to distinguish foul air, you need to reach a certain level of cultivation. At the very least, the five qi Chaoyuan can suppress the energy and then you can see the foul air. Of course, there are also some secret treasures and magic that can make people notice foul air, so I will know one. If the young master wants to see what foul air looks like, I can help you."

While speaking, he stretched out a hand and brushed it past Wu Mian.

As his eyes stinged and tears burst out unconsciously, Wu Mian found that his vision was different.

The earth shining with the bright and brilliant moon was dyed with a rich purple mist. Following the source of the purple mist, Wu Mian saw that the corpse of the big roc in the crater almost turned into a purple air mass, protruding out the illusory mist tentacles, and the head of the tentacles was gushing purple mist.

The purple mist floated into the sky and penetrated into the land, making it look particularly strange and terrifying.

"Is this the foul air?"

Looking at the floating purple mist, Wu Mian unconsciously felt cold on his back, and there seemed to be a cold wind blowing on his neck.

He suddenly thought of the black smoke that emerged from the sundial when he absorbed the power of the sundial!

Zhuge Qing nodded and said, "This is the foul air. The foul air of ordinary little monsters appears red. As their cultivation becomes more and more advanced, the color of the foul air will become darker and darker. When they become big monsters, their foul air will appear purple."

"The big monster is purple... so black?"

"Black?" Zhuge Qing looked at Wu Mian in confusion, thought for a while, and said, "I have never seen black before, but some classics have recorded that the legendary Xiangliu and the Nine-tailed Fox's foul aura is black."

"Where is the Chaos?"

"Huan Dun?" Zhuge Qing thought for a moment before saying, "Huan Dun is an ancient ferocious beast, and its foul aura should also be black. But I have never seen any records in this area, and I can't explain it clearly... You'd better ask your master this point. Isn't your Changshang Monument suppressing Huan Dun?"

"Then I have to go back to Changshang."

Wu Mian smiled, but felt that the corners of his mouth were stiff and he couldn't pull it open.

He felt that the black smoke that emerged from the sundial at that time might be the foul air of chaos, but according to Zhuge Qing, the foul air could not be detected without the five energys and without special magic or secret treasures, which made him unsure.

Moreover, when he was possessed by the vengeful spirit of the Jianghu Gu who was refined into the magic pill, black smoke also emerged from his body, making him even more unsure.

Looking at Wu Mian with a stiff expression for a moment, Zhuge Qing didn't ask anything, but smiled and said, "Then I am now in charge of the ritual to drive away the foul air, and the young master can recite the saint's scriptures by himself."

Wu Mian nodded, recalled the book of sages in his memory, and opened his mouth and recited it.

As he recited, the purple mist around him seemed to be stimulated, slowly surging and retreating, as if an invisible force was repelling them.

After seeing Wu Mian start reciting the book of sages, Zhuge Qing took a deep breath, pulled out one of the talismans in his hand and threw them under his feet, and then walked around the edge of the crater. He threw down a talisman for every seven steps.

While memorizing, Wu Mian watched him walk around and found that his steps were familiar, as if it was like the Beidou step, but it was very different from the Beidou step.

After observing for a while, he immediately knew what Zhuge Qing was walking...Yu Bu!

Taoist priests often use this method of gathering qi into the mountains and expelling evil spirits. This is also an important part of Taoist rituals. Now Zhuge Qing wants to use rituals to drive away foul air, so it is natural to use Yu Bu.

After watching for a while, Wu Mian took back his gaze as he saw Zhuge Qing go further and further away.

The crater is round, and Zhuge Qing will come back from the other side later, so he doesn't need to follow him. Moreover, compared to following Zhuge Qing, Wu Mian was trying to take advantage of Zhuge Qing's time to see his bronze mirror.

The power of the magic pill was absorbed by the bronze mirror, and the Jianghu guest who was refined into the magic pill actually appeared in his dream. He leaned over to him just now, which made him very eager to confirm the current situation of the bronze mirror.

After Zhuge Qing walked away a little further and almost reached the opposite side of the crater, Wu Mian took out the bronze mirror in his arms and looked at it.

The appearance of the bronze mirror has not changed much, it is still simple and simple, but the mirror has more patterns. After closer inspection, you can tell that there are six illusory and blurred figures.

Wu Mian frowned and looked at it for a moment, and found that the six illusory and blurry figures were slowly moving.

He was slightly stunned, and he reached out and touched one of the figures.

In an instant, a woman who couldn't see her appearance and body shape clearly emerged in his mind, and could only vaguely feel that she was a heroic woman, holding two circles in her hand, her figure was as strong as a rabbit, as sharp as a bird, and correspondingly, there were also the method of exercising exercises that cooperated with the dance circle!

But at the same time, strong resentment and madness emerged in his mind, and a woman full of resentment roaring:

"Kill! Demon Buddha Sect! Kill..."

With a muffled groan, Wu Mian quickly pulled his hand back, and the resentment and madness in his mind, as well as the resentful woman's roar disappeared.

"These six figures should be the resentful spirits of the six Jianghu guests who have been refined into magic pills... But how could they get into the little baby?"

"Tsk! You don't have a guide to use this thing, so I'll use you like this?"

After smacking his lips and talking to himself, Wu Mian found that the purple mist that had been lined up by his reciting the books of sages spread again, so he could only recite the books of sages again.

Let's try it again later.

I can sense the route of exercise and see the movements. It seems that I don’t have to worry about my martial arts practice.

Wu Mian suddenly felt happy inside and the sound of reciting became louder.

But at this moment, a slightly hoarse woman's voice sounded.
Chapter completed!