However, Zhan Ziyang did not fantasize too much. Although he was also looking forward to the completion of this transformation, at this slow pace, it would be difficult to succeed within ten thousand years, unless he could speed up the practice of the Nine-turn Yin-Yang Art, and once again
Improving a realm may speed up the transformation and reduce the time
Immediately, Zhan Ziyang took out a piece of broken armor with cracks as big as a little finger and a dozen golden armor fragments from the storage ring.
The broken armor was the nine-turn battle armor that was almost completely shattered by the terrifying Dao Yun under the heavenly punishment. If Zhan Ziyang hadn't put it away in time and sealed the spirituality on the silk armor in time.
Within the body, the nine-turn battle armor may have turned into dust long ago.
However, Zhan Ziyang did not repair it immediately after taking out the nine-turn battle armor. He raised his hand and took out some high-grade crystal stones from the storage ring. According to special rules, he arranged them on the bloody land in the reincarnation space.
Three hours later, under the continuous deduction of Zhan Ziyang's spiritual consciousness, thirty-two high-grade crystal stones were arranged in a chaotic manner around according to a certain special pattern. They looked like vegetation and rocks, and they looked extremely weird.
Then Zhan Ziyang's spiritual sense swept the storage ring, raised his hand and swiped in the air, and fifteen spiritual weapons with bright luster suddenly appeared, rotating around him.
These fifteen spiritual weapons, judging from the strength of their spiritual power fluctuations, should be classified as low-grade spiritual weapons. They were taken by Zhan Ziyang from the auction and from the hands of the people he killed.
Zhan Ziyang's eyes gradually looked solemnly at the many low-grade spiritual weapons swirling around him. He opened his mouth slightly, and a bead glowing with red light was spit out from his mouth and suspended in front of him.
This red bead is the fire-avoiding bead that Zhan Ziyang used to collect the strange fires in Huoling Mountain.
After the fire-avoiding bead was sacrificed, Zhan Ziyang made a secret with both hands, gathering the fifteen low-grade spiritual weapons rotating around him in front of him, then pointed at the fire-avoiding bead with one hand and shouted softly: "Go"
"Bo!"
The fire-avoiding bead suddenly began to shake continuously, and a scorching flame floated out from the fire-avoiding bead. It was the golden flame divine fire, one of the seven kinds of strange fires. It was like a fire snake, burning the samsara space. Suddenly,
Wrapped up those fifteen low-grade spiritual weapons
Zhan Ziyang did not choose to use his own Yin Spirit Fire to refine these fifteen low-grade spiritual weapons. His flame power was not enough to continuously refine so many low-grade spiritual weapons. Even if he could refine it, it would take a lot of time.
Even the Yin Spirit Fire is in danger of being over-consumed and completely annihilated.
Therefore, after careful consideration, Zhan Ziyang planned to use the golden flame divine fire stored in the fire-proof beads for refining. As long as he was more cautious and controlled the strength of the flame, he would not destroy all fifteen low-grade spiritual weapons.
"Chichi!"
The golden flame divine fire, like a big fireball, completely enveloped the fifteen low-grade spiritual weapons. Bursts of burning sounds came from the fireball from time to time.
three hours later
"Click..."
Suddenly, a sound of objects breaking came from the fireball, and a bloody flying knife suddenly melted and completely disappeared into the fireball.
Zhan Ziyang's eyes suddenly focused. He recognized the flying knife. It was the thing in the hands of Zhang Meng, who was killed by Zhang Meng, who was in the middle stage of Huan Ying.
Sighing secretly, Zhan Ziyang immediately controlled the power of the flame, weakening it a bit again.
But not long after, just like before, the sound of the bloody flying knife disappearing came out from the fireball again, and another magic weapon melted into the golden fireball.
Zhan Ziyang's face remained as usual. He had already thought of this outcome. The Golden Flame Divine Fire is one of the seven different fires in the world and is extremely difficult to control.
If Zhan Ziyang hadn't accidentally obtained the fire-avoiding bead that originally belonged to Xuan Huangzi, he wouldn't have been able to control a strange fire refining weapon like the Golden Flame Divine Fire with his strength. Even if some old guys with strong cultivation levels wanted to control it,
Golden Flame Divine Fire also requires a lot of effort
This is because the Golden Flame Divine Fire is a strange fire naturally born between heaven and earth. It is full of wild aura, just like a mortal trying to tame a wild horse, and it is extremely difficult to control.
one day later
Zhan Ziyang looked solemnly at the liquid in the sky that was flowing with five colors of light after he lost five low-grade spiritual weapons in succession. He made a secret with one hand and a dazzling golden light separated from his body.
It's that spirituality
This golden light was like a golden snake as thick as an arm. After it appeared, it first glanced greedily at the spiritual weapon liquid flowing with five-color light in the sky, and then quickly revolved around Zhan Ziyang, as if seeking his consent.
"Don't worry, no one will compete with you for those things." Zhan Ziyang stretched out his finger, tapped on the golden light that was constantly flying around him, and said in a calm voice.
However, that golden light also seemed to have spirituality. As Zhan Ziyang moved a little, he immediately stopped and floated quietly in front of him. It was really strange.
At the moment when the golden light stopped, Zhan Ziyang turned his hand and summoned two middle-grade spiritual weapons, Flying Swords.
These two mid-grade spiritual weapons, the Flying Sword, were originally high-grade spiritual weapons. However, Zhan Ziyang damaged them when he was going through the heavenly tribulation, and lost most of his spiritual power, so they fell into the middle-grade spiritual weapons.
grade of utensil
Zhan Ziyang raised his hand and patted the two middle-grade spiritual weapons a few times. The two flying swords suddenly trembled, and tiny cracks suddenly spread from the swords.
"Kaka..."
Following several crisp sounds, two mid-grade spiritual weapons, flying swords, suddenly shattered, and two illusory sword shadows floated in the air.
Zhan Ziyang stretched out his finger and tapped it lightly, with that strange golden light, he said lightly: "Go"
The golden light that looked like a golden snake suddenly trembled, and suddenly ran towards the two illusory sword shadows, merged with them, and then got directly into the spiritual liquid glowing with five colors of light.
At this time, Zhan Ziyang also drove the broken nine-turn battle armor and a dozen golden fragments into the liquid of the spiritual weapon, driving it to move into the spirit-returning array that had been arranged before.
Moving, the thirty-two high-grade crystals suddenly erupted with a burst of dazzling light, and began to rotate rapidly according to a special trajectory.
Pieces of colorful mist floated up from the formation, instantly surrounding and swallowing up the spiritual liquid flowing with five-color light.
Immediately, the formation rotated faster and faster, and the colorful mist gradually formed a huge tornado. The surrounding spiritual energy also trembled violently, and quickly poured into the spirit returning formation.