Emperor Turin smiled, took out the token and conveyed the message.

Soon, a lot of materials and fairy gold arrived one after another. The speed was extremely fast, the preparations were complete, there was no haggling, and things were done neatly.

Emperor Turin did things with ease.

I am not afraid of someone having a big mouth, but I am afraid that someone is not big enough.

Greed is nothing.

As long as someone is greedy, he can find a way to deal with it and it will be an easy solution.

"Cough cough cough!"

Lu Xuanji felt embarrassed seeing his father-in-law so happy.

Emperor Turin asked thoughtfully: "It seems that you want to forge a magic weapon and upgrade the level of a magic weapon. Your cultivation is too weak, the forging speed is slow, and the level upgrading is not high. But you need my help.

Do you forge the magic weapon and improve the level of the magic weapon?"

Lu Xuanji said: "No need, I can do it!"

It's okay to joke, but don't take it seriously.

The thirty-three-day treasure is his natal magic weapon. From the selection of materials to the forging of Dao patterns, etc., he has done it himself. There is no intention of pretending to be an outsider. The moment Wanyi forged it, leaving hidden dangers.

In it, at critical moments, problems may arise.

We cannot take such risks, and it is better to be prudent.

Collect these materials and put them into the cave.

Lu Xuanji said: "Father-in-law, I can treat you right now!"

Emperor Turin said: "Please!"

It's a bit risky to let this son-in-law get rid of the slave mark, but now he can only do this and choose to trust his intuition.

"Thirty-three days of treasure, refining!"

Lu Xuanji took out the thirty-three-day treasure. The treasure was flashing and changing, emitting bright light, and then wrapped around the soul villain. The fire of creation was burning. The power of creation entered the soul like thin threads and began to expel the slave.

print.

Ah!

The little soul spirit man just screamed twice and endured it with force.

The mana of creation is circulating, starting to wrap around the gray mark and begin to expel it bit by bit, like scraping bones to cure poison.

Severe pain came, and Emperor Turin felt the severe pain, but he still used his secret skills to endure it. Then he found that the gray mark in the soul was being driven away little by little, and the gray mark was much reduced.
Chapter completed!