The green flames flipped, the yellow flames jumped, and the red flames condensed into a small bead, rolling on the Purple Gold Peak.
The heat wave became more and more violent, and the purple gold peak was controlled by Li Xuan's consciousness to float in the flames. The rich purple gold seemed to be melting into juice.
At this moment, Li Xuan moved.
The fingertips quickly cut into the purple gold, leaving lines one after another.
At the same moment, a huge amount of spiritual power surged into the furnace, enveloping the demonic fire and hitting the leaves of the Suzaku Fruit.
A golden thread flashed in the flames, stirring up endless heat. The previously unresponsive leaves of the Suzaku Fruit suddenly trembled, and finally began to decompose and melt.
That golden thread is just a trace of the flame essence condensed in the demon seed after swallowing the Suzaku Fruit. Without its help, it would be as difficult as trying to melt a small leaf.
"Huh..." Li Xuan wiped the sweat from his forehead and felt much more relaxed.
Melting the blades is the most difficult step in this repair, and it will be much easier to get through this moment.
The next step was to reshape the Purple Gold Peak. Li Xuan summoned the melted and almost shapeless Purple Gold Peak out of the furnace with a flick of his wrist and threw it on the anvil.
Opening his hand, a big hammer appeared in the palm of his hand. Li Xuan rounded his arm and struck it hard. Hearing a "dang" sound, gold stars flew everywhere! After a series of violent blows, Zijin Peak gradually reappeared in its prototype.
Come, Li Xuan threw away the hammer and replaced it with a set of fine tools.
There was a crisp sound of "chichi", and criss-crossing lines appeared on the surface of Zijin Peak. It was Li Xuan who was re-arranging the talisman array.
"Buzz buzz!"
As Li Xuan's fingers slid, the juice from the leaves of the Suzaku Fruit was smeared into the lines of the talisman array.
When the last stroke was finished, Li Xuan felt as if his consciousness had been exhausted, and he sat down on the ground slumped, breathing heavily.
"The cultivation level is still a little too weak... If I have the cultivation level of the God Transformation Realm now, I can definitely make it stronger.
It’s not impossible to kill a strong man like Yun Zun in one go.”
Li Xuan thought to himself.
He took out a "Ningshen Pill" and swallowed it in his stomach. After the medicine was dissipated, Li Xuan felt a little better.
Although he was very tired, he couldn't help but feel a little proud when he saw Zijin Peak's new appearance.
"Level 4 spiritual weapon!"
Li Xuan was very proud.
In the Xiaoqianxian Realm, spiritual weapons of this level should not appear in the first place.
That is to say, only a reborn immortal like Li Xuan can do such a thing that transcends the limit of one realm.
However, most of this is due to the leaves of the Suzaku Fruit. Without the assistance of the top-notch heavenly materials and earthly treasures obtained from the Valley of Fallen Souls, Li Xuan would not be able to do it.
"Well, it's almost been a day, should I go explore the treasure house?"
Li Xuan put away Zijin Peak and left the mini world.
...Heitie Guangming was sitting on a satin brocade stool, with a small sandalwood table in front of him. Eight kinds of side dishes, four hot and cold, were filled with them, and the aroma was overflowing.
Four corpse soldiers stood at the four corners, standing guard for him. The lower-level corpse soldiers were gnawing on dried meat and drinking spring water in the distance. The treatment of the two sides was completely different.
However, the zombies seem to have long been accustomed to this level gap. In the hearts of the zombie soldiers, the nobles of the four major families seem to be superior, although they do not understand when this hierarchical system started and why it is like this.
Frowning slightly, Black Iron Guangming spit out a piece of meat.
He said to himself coldly: "The cooks accompanying the army are really getting more and more perfunctory. How can we eat it if it tastes so bland?
Should I pickle it and eat it when we get back?"
Looking at other dishes, Kurogane Guangming shook his head: "The marching meal really makes the devil lose his appetite. God knows if I will starve to death if a war lasts for a year and a half..." "
Throw these away."
Kurogane Guangming sighed and took out a white handkerchief, and gently wiped his lips and fingers. His skin was whiter than that of ordinary zombies, somewhat similar to human skin color, and his appearance also looked very elegant, except for his forehead.
He has a ferocious single horn and his ears are slightly larger. Some people believe that he is a handsome human being.
Several zombie soldiers threw away the barely touched dishes with expressionless expressions, and then heard Heitie Guangming lazily say: "Let's go, we must get to Youzhou City before sunset, otherwise all zombies will be subject to military law."
The corpse soldiers swallowed the dry meat, drank hurriedly, jumped up one by one, formed a team, and started marching again.
The four corpse warriors lifted up a sliding pole. After Heitie Guangming sat on it, he closed his eyes and rested his mind. The rhythmic sound of "squeaking, squeaking, squeaking" rang in his ears, and followed it all the way to the zombie camp near Youzhou City.
Seeing the messy camp and a group of defeated soldiers in front of him, Heitie Guangming's face became extremely depressed.
"Where's Bronze Wuji!"
Heitie Guangming roared angrily, "Don't think that because it is the big corpse of the Bronze family, it can defeat the battle without being held accountable. Let it come to see me."
"The Wuji Corpse...it has died in the battle!"
A corpse warrior said sadly.
"What!"
Kurogane Guangming was shocked, "Are you kidding? It will die in battle?"
"It really died in the battle... The Wuji Corpse was ambushed by monks on the way to reinforcements and died fighting hard."
The corpse warrior lowered his head, not daring to look directly into the bright black iron eyes.
"What about Black Iron City?"
Kurogane Guangming opened his mouth wide, and it took him a while to think of another name.
"The great corpse of the city also died in the battle."
The corpse warrior's voice became quieter and quieter.
"What on earth are you doing! Why are you still alive after the two chief officers died in battle! If you can't even deal with a few little monks, why on earth do I want to keep you losers?"
Kurogane Guangming was so furious that his face turned red, and his eyes gradually turned red. His anger made him look more like a zombie! There was deathly silence all around. Everyone knew that this young master of the Kurogane family had a bad temper.
Well, he is a genius among zombies.
He became the military advisor of this expedition at a young age, and he will obviously have a more important role in the future. If he offends him, he will never have a good life.
Black Iron Guangming gritted his teeth and said: "Drag all the corpse soldiers down and beat them with a hundred military sticks each!"
"Big corpse!"
One of the four corpse warriors who had been standing behind Heitie Guangming couldn't help but speak, "Is this punishment too severe? Can they be made to deserve their punishment?"
"When will it be your turn to question my orders!"
The black iron light has a fierce look in its eyes.
"Don't dare!"
The corpse warrior lowered his head.
There was a bloody storm in the camp. Seven corpse soldiers were pushed to the ground and hit on their buttocks with military sticks made of "scorching iron". Even the corpse soldiers who were skilled in body refining could not withstand the scorching heat and huge force.
Each and every one of them was beaten to a bloody pulp and screamed repeatedly.
After being hit with a hundred military sticks, even the zombies made of iron could not bear it anymore. The seven zombies lay dying on the ground, unable to move.
The other zombies stood aside in silence, their hearts filled with sorrow for the death of a rabbit or a fox.
The black iron light swept over the zombies with a stern expression, and finally said gloomily: "If there are those who fail to fight, this will be your fate!"