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Chapter 707

The seventh thunder tribulation was obviously on a higher level, more than three times greater than the sixth thunder tribulation. Xiaota's body seemed to tremble twice in fear.

Wei Zhuo flew in front of the small tower without hesitation, intending to block half of the thunder disaster for the small tower.

And Wang Ming also stepped forward. As the seventh thunderstorm fell, Wang Ming's hair exploded slightly, but Wei Zhuo was able to catch it. The small tower turned around slowly and leaned slightly towards Wei Zhuo.

It seems that he dislikes Wang Ming a little.

Wei Zhuo's eyes flashed, and Ta's body seemed to be filled with semi-human emotions. If Wei Zhuo hadn't already had a mental connection with Xiao Ta, he wouldn't have noticed this subtle change.

When the eighth thunder tribulation fell, Wang Wanli also took action to share the thunder tribulation. Until the ninth thunder tribulation fell, the aura of the spiritual pagoda changed and completely became a ninth-grade spiritual weapon.

Before Xiaota could decide whether to escape or stay, the little consciousness that was struck by lightning was taken into Wei Zhuo's arms intimately.

Wei Zhuo held the pagoda in his hand and thanked Wang Wanli and others, "Thank you, Master Wang and Madam, for your help!"

"If there is anything that needs me, I will do my best!"

Wang Wanli smiled heartily, "Then I'm not polite. This kid still lacks a magic weapon of his own, so I'll ask Alliance Leader Chen to refine it for him!"

Wei Zhuo naturally agreed, and also agreed to wait until Wang Ming had figured out what spiritual weapon he wanted, and then come to him with the weapon refining materials.

After sending away Wang Wanli and others who came to help, Wei Zhuo immediately chose to retreat. He needed to strengthen his connection with the small tower and carve his own mark on the weak weapon spirits that emerged from the small tower.

It's another hundred years, and Wei Zhuo holds a simple little tower in his hand. The tower has nine floors. There are six bells hanging on the eaves of the top floor. When the wind blows, the bells still sway and make a crisp sound.

interesting!

But for a fire dragon, this small tower looks harmless to humans and animals, but is actually extremely ferocious. Due to the small tower's unusual properties, it can temporarily suppress strange fires.

Xiaota said in a childish voice, "Huohuo, if you dare to use your flames to burn my bell again, I will lock you in my belly and wallow in my thoughts."

The fire dragon curled his lips and wanted to speak, but was a little timid, so he could only forcefully hum twice as if he were respecting him, and then he hid in Wei Zhuo's Dantian like the wind and remained motionless.

Wei Zhuo stretched out his hand and flicked the small tower gently, then flipped his hand and threw the Demon Suppressing Tower into his consciousness, and continued to nourish the small tower.

In the past hundred years, Chen Shuixin worked very hard and spent all her energy on cultivation. Of course, her hard work was rewarded a little. She successfully raised her cultivation to the peak of the middle stage of integration, just a little short of it.

Entering the later stage.

When Wei Zhuo entered the Mustard Seed Space, he saw Chen Shuixin sitting under the Enlightenment Tree in a somewhat depressed manner, thinking about life at a 45-degree angle.

When Chen Shuixin saw Wei Zhuo, she complained, "Small bracelet, it's so difficult to practice hard."

Because Wei Zhuo successfully refined the spiritual pagoda and gained a deeper understanding of refining ninth-grade spiritual weapons, Wei Zhuo's cultivation level improved a bit. At this time, his cultivation level was equivalent to that of Chen Shuixin.

Wei Zhuo's one hundred years was equivalent to Chen Shuixin's three hundred years of cultivation, and Chen Shuixin felt quite frustrated.

Wei Zhuo held Chen Shuixin's hand and suggested, "Xinxin, why don't I refine the natal magic weapon for you! It can just change your mood. If you keep practicing hard, it may not be easy for you to practice!"

Chen Shuixin's eyes lit up, and he turned to look at the small bracelet with burning eyes. Then he took his hand out of Wei Zhuo's hand and said rather rebelliously, "Then what are you waiting for? Let's go quickly!"

Wei Zhuo chuckled softly, "Xinxin, what are your requirements for your natal magic weapon? Do you want to refine a heavy sword like a water-suppressing sword, or do you have other ideas."

Chen Shuixin thought about it carefully and said, "Water-Suppressing Sword? No, the Water-Suppressing Sword is unique. I don't want an imitation to replace the Water-Suppressing Sword in my heart. Do you want it? Of course I can take advantage of it! I'm good at it.

Fire attack, and practicing sound skills, well..."

The two discussed it intimately, and Wei Zhuo also took out all the weapon-making materials suitable for Chen Shuixin and selected them one by one.

After several discussions, Wei Zhuo finally constructed the appearance of the natal magic weapon that Chen Shuixin had in mind.

It is a bell, and the bells and drums ring at dusk. It is a very good defensive weapon.

According to what Chen Shuixin said, as long as the clock is placed on her body, she turns into a turtle and is invulnerable to water and fire!

Xiuxiu knew Chen Shuixin's inner thoughts and laughed at her.

Chen Shuixin, however, did not blush and argue with Xiuxiu. She only said, "The world is big and the earth is big. Only by keeping your life alive can everything be possible! I want my status and life to be a double layer of protection."

This was Chen Shuixin's deceptive words, but he didn't expect that Xiuxiu actually took it to heart. He thought about it for several days and finally made his request to Wei Zhuo, "Little bracelet, if you refine the magic weapon for me,

Just refine armor for me! You should look like you know I’m not easy to mess with at a glance!”

"The best thing is, it's as handsome and attractive as the cloak I own (weird shape)."

Chen Shuixin had to hold back so she didn't burst into laughter.

Wei Zhuo nodded kindly, "I understand!"

Since it was for Chen Shuixin to refine a natal magic weapon, Wei Zhuo suggested that Chen Shuixin use his own Phoenix True Fire to refine it.

Chen Shuixin immediately joined in refining the weapon with Wei Zhuo.

Every time she tried her best to extract the Phoenix True Fire from herself, there would be a slight improvement, which made her very happy.

Wei Zhuo said, "I have selected high-grade weapon refining materials for you. Once the spiritual weapon is completed, you can put it in your spiritual consciousness to warm and nourish it, and then use the half-immortal and half-spiritual stone to nourish it until it can accompany you through the Mahayana period.

Thunder Tribulation, it can also become an immortal weapon."

Chen Shuixin nodded. The natal magic weapon is naturally different from ordinary spiritual weapons. It can grow with its owner.

However, Chen Shuixin asked hesitantly, "Little bracelet, you don't want to refine immortal weapons in the spiritual world like your ancestor Wei Ling."

Wei Zhuo smiled lightly, quite free and easy, "With my current cultivation level and weapon refining skills, I still have a long way to go before I can refine a tenth-grade immortal weapon! It's better to go step by step."

Chen Shuixin breathed a sigh of relief, as long as Wei Zhuo recognized himself and didn't force himself.

Wei Zhuo had been refining this for five or six years, and Chen Shuixin's true fire was repeatedly exhausted and gathered. During this period, she successfully advanced to a small level, reached the advanced stage of integration, and finally walked in front of Wei Zhuo.

Chen Shuixin was beaming with joy. She didn't expect that her method of assisting in refining weapons would yield such great results.

After that, Wei Zhuo spent nearly a year carving phoenix patterns on the bell, and then carved formations on the bell, such as sealing formations, defensive formations, etc.

When Wei Zhuo finally finished writing, Chen Shuixin just felt that her clock was so perfect!

It's a pity that she can't personally save her natal magic weapon.


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