"hold head high!"

The brilliant golden light enters the eyes, and the brilliant dragon roars into the ears.

In a trance, Yang Yu seemed to see the golden dragon above the ocean, chanting angryly and asking about the way to survive...

It seemed like a moment, and it seemed like a long time later, the dragon roar and the golden light disappeared, and there was also the golden and silk book carrying the true shape map.

Instead, a pair of dark gold-colored pairs of dragon patterns hovering, pocket scissors...

[The prototype of the golden dragon scissor (lower magic weapon)]

【Category: Attack】

【Features: Two-break】

[When it is moved by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the dragon soul squats like a cut, the tail is twisted like a thigh, and the middle one is broken]

【Status: Warmth】

"That's it?"

The refining of the Golden Dragon Scissors was so smooth that it was so smooth that Yang Yu was a little surprised. The prepared methods were useless.

but……

“This is too small…”

He picked up the small golden dragon scissor with his fingers, opened and closed gently, and a very sharp breath burst out between the opening and closing.

Swish!

The wooden table and wall in front of me were cut into two pieces, but the scar was really smaller. It would be better to say that it was broken into two pieces.

"Unlike magic weapons, magic weapons must be warmed by the spiritual qi of heaven and earth. The longer the warmth is, the stronger the power..."

The moment he picked up the golden dragon scissors, Yang Yu's heart became enlightened.

According to the Taoist Zhenyan, before ancient times, the level of magic weapons was divided into magic weapons, magic weapons, and spiritual treasures, and there were also upper and lower levels.

Among them, magic tools are the worst. Most of them only need one magical species, which does not have spiritual energy to nourish it, and can also exert a certain amount of power.

But the magic weapon is different. Without spiritual energy, it will not only drop its power, but it will even fall below its grade level, even destroy itself and lose its spirituality.

Therefore, for more than three thousand years, most immortal and demon ruins have appeared in the world, but few people have obtained magic weapons.

But a magic weapon with good cultivation can burst out with incredible power, just as Qi Daoguang said, "kill the Martial Saint instantly."

"That Dragon Lord, I couldn't handle it..."

After a long period of careful sensing, Yang Yu had not sensed any alien spiritual consciousness from this golden dragon scissor.

The dragon souls interacted, but they were unconscious, and seemed to have dissipated in the years.

"Chasing..."

Suppressing the thoughts in his heart, Yang Yu concentrated on the golden dragon scissors.

The lack of hardware heroes makes this magic weapon only a prototype, but its grade is not affected. What is affected is the upper limit of the accumulation of spiritual energy.

No matter how spiritual a magic weapon is, it will never have any wisdom and cannot absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth independently, but it needs people to nourish it.

And the warmth of a magic weapon is not endless.

According to the records in the true form diagram, the upper limit of warming and nourishing of the lower-level magic weapon is nine thousand strands of spiritual qi, and the upper limit of warming and nourishing of this golden dragon scissor is nine hundred strands.

However, this can be left to be solved later, which is enough for him at this time.

After all, the spiritual energy he gathered together was not nine hundred strands...

After playing with it carefully for a long time, Yang Yu got up and went out, called Qi Wensheng to explain a few words, but before he could go to find Qin Si and Yu Fengxian, he turned back directly.

Close the door and release three little ghosts to guard themselves. Yang Yu closed his eyes and entered into a state of meditation and chose to refine the "Five Internal Recipes".

Since he came up with this recipe, he has returned to the past, swallowing iron beads every day, and there are countless golden beans.

It's just over a month and can be refined just once.

This time, he did not choose to bring anyone, but entered alone.

Buzz ~

As the flowing light rose and died, Yang Yu opened his eyes again.

Instead of trying to replace his identity, he chose the identity of the "demon-subduing boy".

In front of him, there was a rippling wave, calm and silent, and it was the cold pool of clear water. He sat cross-legged on a special boat and drifted with the flow.

The bright moon is still hanging high, but the shadow of the moon in the pond can never be caught again.

According to the old fox, the next appearance of Yueying was sixty years later...

"Sixty years later..."

Yu Yang frowned slightly.

The recipes for the Five Insects are different from the recipes he once refined. The time within them will not be reset with each refining, but will continue to move forward.

One refining and nine chances to enter will be twenty-seven days.

After sixty years, he couldn't wait.

Huh ~

As his mind moved, Yang Yu took out the pocket-sized golden dragon scissors and was in the illusion of abundant spiritual energy. This magic weapon also shone with a pleasant light.

However, it cannot directly absorb spiritual energy, even if it is very eager.

"I have refined eight times in succession. I have absorbed 648 strands of spiritual qi. The advancement of the Yuan Magnetic True Body Art and the attempt to control the metal and iron flying sky have consumed a total of three strands..."

I was calculating silently in my heart.

The upper limit of nine hundred strands of spiritual qi seems to be small.

But in fact, without this recipe, Yang Yu thought that even if he could enter the state of unity between man and nature every day, it would take at least two Jiazi to nourish it to the limit.

And magic weapons are not something that can be nourished once...

"Um?"

While thinking in his heart, Yang Yu seemed to have some senses. He looked up and saw that the old fox kept waving and shouting on the shore.

"Yes, is it you?"

Looking at the slowly coming ship, the old fox tried to ask, with guesses, but also prepared to escape at any time.

The little fox squatted behind her legs, and his fluffy head poked out, looking at him timidly.

"It's me."

Yu Yang nodded.

"That old snake?"

"It's so dead."

Yang Yu understood her thoughts: "Don't worry, what I promised will not be counted, but whether it can be accomplished is also unknown."

"That's good."

The old fox smiled happily and hurriedly handed the little fox over. The little guy screamed and his hair stood up.

"Not yet."

After glanced at the little fox who was almost scared, Yang Yu shook his head slightly:

"It's easy for me to come and go in this forbidden land, but it's still a bit troublesome to take the little fox out..."

"this……"

The old fox was a little suspicious.

"Leave her."

Without further explanation, Yang Yu waved his hand and took the little fox to the boat, letting her squeak and ignore it, driving the boat away.

The old fox hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't stop him. He watched the ship go away, and after a long time, he turned around and left.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! On the boat, the red fox shivered into a ball, trembling.

Yang Yu ignored her, closed his eyes and sat quietly, and began to warm up the hard-earned golden dragon scissors.

It is not easy to nourish the magic weapon.

The spiritual Qi is active and irritable, and Yang Yu himself can only suppress it with his powerful true energy, and cannot be like driving his arms.

It took a full quarter of an hour to extradite a wisp of spiritual qi.

Buzz!

A buzzing alarmed the little fox in the corner.

She opened her eyes timidly, and saw a blazing golden light spreading on the "big evil man" in front of her, like a substantial water flowing, covering the entire boat.

She widened her eyes and saw that there seemed to be two small dragons wandering in the golden light, entangled with each other, shaped like a mouthful of scissors.
To be continued...