Quanmin: I recited the Three Thousand Daozang and became a Celestial Master

Nail was silent. Although her sister and father said so, she watched Ye Xiang grow up. Why can't she trust the human race once?

Hit like this from the beginning.

Nafier stretched her waist, and said with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "Blood fusion, father really left a ruthless hand for the race, starting from the root cause, also, the race can awaken the strange inheritance profession, I don't really think it's because of it." Did you wake up yourself?"

"The power of the gods is not so easy to use..."

At this time, in the Black Death City, with the appearance of a rank nine powerhouse from the orc clan, everything became different.

You must know that the orc clan almost belonged to the bottom of the Black Death City. At this time, it was as if they had turned over, and the undercurrent was surging.

When Ye wanted to walk out of the Black Dead City, more than 200 orcs came to him and knelt down respectfully.

Useless doubt, let alone hesitation.

This one in front of them is the throne of their orcs, otherwise there would be no birth of luck.

King Jiaobei walked up to Ye Xiang and said respectfully, "Young master."

Ye Xiang looked at the orcs in front of him with some helplessness, just like the feeling that the Atlantis human race made him king again.

But I have accepted the luck of the orcs, so I can't ignore it.

He simply followed these orcs and went all the way to the Black Dead City, the most remote area.

Looking at the dilapidated shingled houses around him, Ye Xiang was really taken aback for a moment.

Although I know that the orcs are very poor in the alien race, I really didn't expect it to be so bad. This is not much different from the dungeon under the Black Death Arena.

However, the ten orcs behind Ye Xiang watched this scene with great excitement,

I never thought that I was so lucky that I was chosen by the king and came out of the dungeon.

More than 200 orcs watched him nervously, and they couldn't help but look shy. They finally got the king, but they didn't arrange anything.

Ye Xiang didn't care about these things, and took a look at the sky.

"Okay, go to bed early, what's the matter, let's talk about it tomorrow."

He knows what the orcs want, to become stronger, to become a foreign overlord, or to leave the Black Dead City,

But no matter which point, it needs enough strength.

Several beast kings looked at each other and nodded, not daring to disturb the king's rest.

Ye Xiang was assigned to a small room on the second floor of the only building, which was fairly neat.

After hesitating for a moment, Jiaobei King went to squeeze a piece with Siqing.

Ye wanted to take a Linglong Pill, and began to meditate on the imprinted immortal patterns on the bones.

On that day, the bone exuded a strange power, and the lines were mysterious and powerful.

However, no orc could sleep that night, and they were extremely excited.

Almost at dawn, he got up involuntarily and walked towards the king, very consciously.

At this time, Ye Xiang was also standing on the balcony, using the ancient breathing method, absorbing purple air and swallowing it into his stomach.

The purple golden pill is wrapped in a rich purple air, and the meaning of perfection is beginning to appear, and it is about to break through from the early stage to the middle stage of the fourth revolution.

Although the sunrise could not be seen and the sun was blocked by the black mist in the sky, as his realm improved, the way Ye wanted to absorb purple energy also changed slightly.

As long as it is not in a closed barrier, it can absorb purple air.

The dungeon is a space enchantment arranged by Hei Taisui, and there is no way to practice it.

Ten minutes later, the morning class ended, and the Taoist rhyme was restrained.

The early morning and the sunset, at the same time as the sunset, also represent the early morning, which goes round and round, endlessly.

Ye Xiang opened his eyes and looked at the sky quietly.

Quietly, I have some more insights about the meaning of yin and yang.

If you want to fully understand the Yin-Yang Dao Yi state of mind, you need to seriously retreat for a period of time.

The orcs standing below watched the king's cultivation without disturbing, but at the same time they were a little curious.

With such a heavy demonic nature in the king, why for a moment, like a god, commented on the world?

This obviously contradictory feeling was not abrupt in Ye Xiang's body, as if it should be so.

Ye Xiang looked at the orcs in front of him at this time. If he wanted to strengthen the strength of these orcs in a short time, he had to either have a large number of blood spirits, or meet the conditions.

The blood spirit itself is lacking, so how can there be more.

Then we can only start from the magic weapon, which can be regarded as giving back to the luck blessing of the orc family.

"You can look for some rare iron or stone, and I can refine a magic weapon for you, which is much more powerful than ordinary weapons."

Together with the refining tool, refining all things to create the essence.

The magic weapon is naturally the most important thing, otherwise it wouldn't be considered unique.

It's just that Ye Xiang already has a lot of magic weapons on his body. As means of attack, there are extremely ice purple tripods, pure yang peach wood swords, and magic clothes that have been passed down from generation to generation.

If you really want to have obsessive-compulsive disorder, it is not impossible to refine all the seals, rulers, dust whisks, etc., but it is better to lack than to overuse. Without suitable refining materials, Ye Xiang does not want to refine.

The orcs were taken aback when they heard the words, and then ran back to look for them without saying a word.

Although they don't know what magic weapon is, but Wang wants to make a useful weapon for them, so he must understand.

King Yu Tamarin hesitated for a moment, walked up and asked, "Young master, if it is a weapon, can it be refined into the magic weapon you mentioned?"

"You can try." Ye Xiang nodded.

King Yu Tamarin's eyes lit up, and without a word, he took out his wooden stick weapon and handed it to him.

After Ye Xiang took it, he found that although the stick was made of wood, it was very heavy, much heavier than most iron sticks. The rare thousand-year-old Xuanyin wood is a good material for refining weapons.

"It can be refined into a magic weapon. Where did you get this wooden stick?" Ye Xiang asked curiously.

King Yu Tamarin touched the back of his head and said, "This wooden stick was left to me by my father, I don't know too well."

"Ok."

Ye Xiang felt a little regretful, but didn't waste time.

Raising his hand, the pure fire of samadhi ignited, covering the whole stick.

Artifact refining and alchemy are completely different orthodoxy, although they both use Samadhi real fire.

But alchemy is to smelt the medicinal materials into a liquid essence, and the medicinal power is gradually fused with the heat, and finally becomes a pill.

The refining tool is to forge and peel off the impurities of the material itself, and then inject magic formulas, that is, some magical powers of the magic tool itself.

In just a moment, the impurities in this long stick of Xuanyin wood were refined by the real fire of samadhi, and traces of black spots dissipated.

This long stick was not light but heavy, and it began to look miraculous.

Ye Xiang started to enter the Jue, the orc's strength is not small, so he directly entered the Jue of Doubling, the Jue of Qianjun, the Jue of Water and Fire, and so on.

After it was almost suitable, he retreated after being baptized by the true fire of Samadhi.

One weight after another is spread out, and it is refined at will, and there are five rings of weapons, reaching five rotations of magic weapons.

Ye Xiang engraved the word Fumo on the stick, and then threw it directly to King Yu Tamarue, saying: "Okay, you can use it by directly dripping blood and refining it with energy."

The moment Yu Tamarin King took over the demon stick, he almost lost his grip.

The weight of the stick has doubled several times!

According to what Ye Xiang said, he bit his finger and dripped blood on the stick.

A miraculous scene happened, the long stick seemed to have a spirituality, and he had the same intention as him, just raising his hand.

The long stick unexpectedly turned around by itself, and landed in the palm of the hand accurately.

At this moment, King Yu Tamarin knew all the supernatural powers of the crouching stick, his eyes widened immediately, and he looked at the young master in disbelief.

"Is this the magic weapon that the young master said?"

Ye Xiang nodded and explained: "The material of the stick itself is very good. When it is not in use, it should be stored properly, and its power will only become stronger and stronger in the future."

"Thank you, young master!" King Yu Tamarin said excitedly.

He could clearly feel that this magic weapon at least increased his strength by half!