After refining the tombstone.

Within Li Wei's colorful crystal, there is another shadow of a tombstone.

"Unknowingly, there are already nine rare objects. It is worthy of being the Dark Ancient Tower. It is indeed full of opportunities."

Li Wei looked at the strange objects in the dead wood.

This rare item should be a Morning Star rare item.

"I heard that there are some rare objects that cannot be refined if they are not at a high level. I hope this won't be the case with this rare object."

There are thousands of differences between strange objects.

Some Haoyue-level rare items can also be easily refined.

Some morning-star rare items require the cultivation of Yuanhun wizards.

Li Wei concentrated his mind and was completely immersed in the refining work of this strange object.

The etheric meditation method embraces all things. No matter what faction this dead wood creature belongs to, it can be refined without any sectarian barriers.

Three days later.

Levi looked at the dead wood and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's okay. Although it is extremely slow to refine, it can be refined... This is a good thing. The slower it is refined, it means that the quality of this rare object is better. It seems to be the possibility of Morning Star

Not small."

The abyss canyon is like a ferocious scar on the earth.

Li Wei practiced in hiding in the wilderness.

There is no time to practice.

In the blink of an eye, three years have passed.

In the past three years, Li Wei devoted himself wholeheartedly to the refining work of rare objects.

In addition to basic meditation and breathing practices, other work has been temporarily suspended.

Without any distractions, the refining speed gradually accelerated.

Li Wei had never thought that refining a rare object would take so much time and effort, which could be described as both painful and joyful.

He could imagine that the refining of those bright moon and sun-level rare objects would be even more difficult.

However, the refining work of the rare objects is finally coming to an end.

…

Shenghui calendar year 1217, the month of budding.

The 52nd year of the Dark Ancient Tower Calendar.

Sea of ​​Stars.

In the market.

Mia Wuhuan's cultivation has long been stable, and the pharmacy's performance has always been very good.

After word-of-mouth spreads, no one cares whether it is operating without a license or not.

Anyway, if you eat it, you won't die, as long as you can be promoted.

these three years.

Two perfect wizards with four rings were successfully promoted through the potions in Mia's little pharmacy, and they sent their thanks.

Most of those who failed to succeed also knew that it had nothing to do with the quality of the medicine in the pharmacy, but that they were simply too stupid.

Even if they had complaints, they did not dare to get angry with Mia and go to the pharmacy to cause trouble.

After all, he is a five-ring wizard.

the most important.

Behind Mia, there is also the genius wizard, Master Fire Dragon, who is one of the Five Elders.

Now in the sea of ​​stars, he is the undisputed number one in the art of making weapons.

Because its reputation is so good, Holy Infant's tool-making business is always full.

There are even some wizards from other top organizations who come here because of it.

In order not to delay my own talisman making and alchemy.

The Holy Infant got in touch with these five-ring wizards and promised to return to the wizarding world in the future and refine magic weapons for them.

Thus.

There are currently nearly forty five-ring wizards in the Sea of ​​Stars.

A small number of them are friends of the Holy Infant.

It can be said that among the five elders, except for the rusty dragon wizard who has already lost his soul.

Even the red-bone wizards with five perfect rings, the Miraculous Lady, and the others are not as prestigious as the Holy Infant.

Of course, the "Fire Dragon Master" who is at the height of his power still looks like a gentle man, as humble as jade.

Never bloated, never proud.

Fire Dragon Island.

Refining room.

Three alchemy creatures with different shapes, all exuding terrifying heat, are flying.

One of them is in the classic shape of a fire phoenix.

There are two more, one looks like a fiery red scarab beetle.

The other one has horns on its forehead, like a deer with two flames burning.

Fire Phoenix, Fire Beetle, Fire Forest Deer.

The three friends of Vulcan, the refining is completed.

"Let's unite."

The Holy Infant recited incantations and gave instructions.

Flames soared into the sky.

In the firelight.

The phoenix sings, the golden turtle flaps its wings, and the forest deer chirps.

Finally, a three-dimensional monster with the head of a phoenix, the armor of a scarab beetle, and the lower body of a wild deer appeared.

Its wings are like two pieces of metal plate armor, with beautiful and mysterious patterns.

"This shape is a bit worse than the Fengshen, but it's just practical."

The Holy Infant plans to find a time to give the Vulcan to me.

Thus.

The eight-part Tianlong Prison Array is guarded by the Fengshen and Vulcans, making it even more impregnable.

After so many years of making and refining weapons in the Sea of ​​Stars, Holy Infant's weapon-refining skills have become more and more refined, and he hopes to reach perfection in the fifth ring ahead of schedule.

As for the talisman-making skill, it is step by step towards the fifth level.

In the eyes of the Holy Infant.

Talisman making is currently the only skill that may allow him to cause a little trouble to the soul with his fifth-ring cultivation level.

All it takes is hundreds of level five magic talismans to be thrown out overwhelmingly. Even the soul must have a drink, right?

If hundreds are not enough, then thousands will be used. If there are too many ants, the elephant will be killed.

Of course, this is just a theory.

Actually.

Level five talismans are not Chinese cabbage.

First, the success rate is low.

Secondly, the production time is long and the cost is high.

"Sir, are you ready? Senior Rusty's Soul Ceremony is about to begin."

Mia's voice sounded outside.

"alright."

The Holy Infant carried the gift and flew with Mia towards Gandalf Island.

Mia was distracted, looking at the Holy Infant's increasingly mature and steady temperament, enjoying herself alone.

Gandalf's Island.
To be continued...