"Strange, can such an insight temper the fifth-grade spiritual treasure?" Elder Huang Qi murmured to himself, with an expression on his face, and even his spiritual consciousness did not tremble at all. If it weren't for sitting opposite the elder, Hai Yunchang and the other two would not have noticed the existence of Astragalus, even if it was close.

"Elder, is there any problem?" Hai Yunchang asked in confusion.

The conversation between the four people has been isolated by the secret technique of Astragalus. As long as the elder's mood does not cause strong fluctuations, no one can feel their existence.

"It turns out that Tianlai Sword Intent! He has a very crude understanding of the realm. Why can he reach the level of cultivation in the late stage of the Golden Pill?" Huang Qi was puzzled. Xiao Mingyue's spiritual power was running straightforward, and often there was no change. He was like a rash man who was a beginner to cultivate the truth. Huang Qi knew that his ideas were undesirable. The boy was now at the top of his name, so he must have his uniqueness.

Is he taking a different approach? He has the ability to be unique.

Such an idea is ridiculous. Doesn’t Xiao Mingyue have the ability to create another sect? The six Nirvana Realm guards around her, even the deacons and elders in the Fenghuo Dao cannot enjoy such treatment!

He was confused in his heart, but his spiritual consciousness did not move at all. His powerful self-control allowed a wisp of his spiritual consciousness to merge into the air and was used by Xiao Mingyue. Not to mention Shi Hong could not understand it, even Xiao Mingyue, who was tempered by himself.

"Is this method feasible? It's really too naive!" Huang Qi murmured, obviously questioning Xiao Mingyue's spiritual sense. Hai Yunchang was about to ask, but when he saw Huang Qi's expression suddenly change, he exclaimed: "He... has done it! How did it do it?"

The extremely strong mood changes made Astragalus face distorted, and his strong self-control made his spiritual sense not fluctuate. That hideous face indicates what Xiao Mingyue did, which shocked the earth. Hai Yunchang and the other two were shocked. Xiao Mingyue was indeed not simple.

Xiao Mingyue, who had escaped from the illusion, did not rush to open her eyes. In the blink of an eye, he had made hundreds of new attempts to temper spiritual power. When he used his methods and truly tempered his spiritual power, even the cultivators around him couldn't help but exclaim.

Shi Hong showed extremely excited enthusiasm.

The kid's method of tempering spiritual power is indeed against the will of heaven! The purity of spiritual power has reached the extreme of his understanding ability! The dense white crystals are like crushed hair floating in the air. Every wave of air can form an exquisite spiritual power vortex, around Xiao Mingyue. It is like forming a small celestial wonder of celestial phenomena.

There are wind and rain, there are sky and earth, and there are sun, moon and stars, competing to shine. The position he occupied is only five feet square. With such subtle fluctuations, Chang Chanyu only saw a ball of white mist, but the powerful Nirvana realm could rely on his powerful spiritual consciousness to realize everything, just like the true realm I saw with my own eyes.

Such essence of spiritual power naturally has a miraculous effect on tempering spiritual treasures. Everyone is more confident about whether Xiao Mingyue can temper the fifth-grade spiritual treasures.

Over Luo Ancient City, countless cultivators felt the fluctuations of spiritual power and jumped into the air. Suddenly, they saw a powerful Yuan power swirl, wrapping the city lord's mansion. All the spiritual senses they were trying to peek were isolated. A huge figure slowly rose into the air. Situ Heng looked down at everyone, and Binghan's eyes seemed to have a heavy hammer in the heart of the cultivator, and countless people quickly retreated towards the outside of Luo Ancient City.

"Whenever anyone dares to peek at the city lord's mansion, he will be killed without mercy!"

The powerful sound waves of the Nirvana realm were impacted, and the momentum was like a turbulent tide. Whether it was dissatisfied or the timid cultivators, they were all slowly pushed out by a powerful force. There was silence on the sky, and on the ground, many cultivators showed fearful eyes. Without waiting for Situ to hum, they hid and dared not move.

The location of Elder Huangqi and his friends disappeared, and Situ Heng's Yuanli fluctuated easily and did not encounter any stagnation.

Many voices turned a deaf ear to Xiao Mingyue's perception of the outside world suddenly paused.

In his sight, spiritual power was tied into thin white silver threads. All he could see was his own world and earth. All he could feel was the trembling fluctuations of the spiritual core.

He is like a lonely traveler in the mountains and forests, walking alone. Every step he takes, a wave of spiritual power, and every wave of his eyes, he can see clearly the "sky" not far away.

Elder Huang Xia frowned slightly. Xiao Mingyue's way of tempering magic weapons was very special! He realized that before trying to temper, he would achieve the best condition. This is extremely difficult for everyone, even Astragalus himself would find it difficult to maintain a good condition at all times.

The life of a practitioner is extremely long. After entering the Nirvana realm, he seems to have no sorrow or joy. Many times, his inner fluctuations, and he really thinks that the strong will not have any mood swings, so he will make a big mistake. They are not without them, and it is difficult for ordinary practitioners to detect it.

Xiao Mingyue is looking for such the best point so that the fluctuations in the mood can reach the lowest point on the tempering magic weapon.

This is probably an extremely long process. Astragalus is not afraid of waiting. Even if it is ten or twenty days, he is willing to waste it. After all, spiritual treasures are too important to the future of one force!

Astragalus, whose eyebrows and eyes just relaxed, relaxed her body as if she was in seclusion on weekdays and said slowly: "Everyone can take a little rest. If there is news..."

Astragalus Huang's face changed abruptly after halfway through his words. A mouthful of blood splattered out, and blood beads were pulled back and forth in the confined space. "Puff" the dense blood beads quietly shattered and turned into a mass of blood mist.

"Elder, you are injured!" Hai Yunchang called out anxiously, and the other two elders were also stunned. Hai Yunchang is the deacon of Fenghuo Dao. His cultivation is high and there are few in the world. How can he be easily injured?

"Xiao Mingyue can't hurt me! It's because of my own emotional fluctuations, but I can only resolve my own injury!"

"Self-harm!" Hai Yunchang was shocked. What's going on?

At the same time, after hundreds of attempts by Xiao Hei Iron, Xiao Mingyue finally locked in his emotional fluctuations, and his fingers kept gurgling, and began his movements to temper the fifth-grade spiritual treasure.

Shi Hong in the room gasped and looked at Han Ping. In the blink of an eye, Xiao Mingyue found his best condition and began to temper the spiritual treasure. His calm eyes, calm expression, calm lips, and unmoving body, only his fingers shaking continuously. Everything shows that Xiao Mingyue's tempering state is almost perfect.

"Grandma, it's so amazing!" Shi Hong muttered, feeling extremely incredible about Xiao Mingyue's amazing immersion. He has never encountered such good luck as he tempers dozens of magic weapons a year!

What did the boy do?

How could he know that Xiao Mingyue’s attempts in Xiao Hei Iron have been hundreds of times, dozens of times more than his dozens of times a year. It is not surprising to find the critical point of emotional fluctuations, but it is strange if it can’t be found.

If Shi Hong knew that Xiao Mingyue had completed an attempt to refine spiritual treasures in the sea of ​​consciousness and began to temper it, he would be even more unbelievable!

The battlefield stretched for dozens of miles, with all kinds of light balls flashing in the sky, the tragic calls of countless cultivators, the explosion of magic weapons, and the whine of spiritual beasts constantly coming out. Not far from this battlefield, tens of thousands of cultivators witnessed the fierce battle.

The sword light, magic tricks, magic weapons, high-level spirit beasts, colorful five colors in the sky, and the unilateral strangle of the Piaomiao Battle Camp almost continued from the beginning to the end, and no battle camp could go against its edge.

The twelve coalition forces of the Mangtian Realm fell into the collapse of the hell of reincarnation at the moment of contact between the two sides, and the gap between the strong battle camp and the ordinary battle camp was fully demonstrated.

At the highest peak of this area, Ling Wei stood proudly, her figure still moving in the strong wind. This was the first battle after she took control of the Xinpiaomiao Battle Camp. The battle scene made the girl feel overwhelmed and her excitement was difficult to calm down.

Looking back at that time, she led the Piaomiao Battle Camp to participate in the battle in Luo Gucheng for the first time, which led to the loss of cultivation. It was not until several years later that she relied on Ren Tianxiao's method of reshaping the golden body and restored her skills.

Unexpectedly, after she recovered her cultivation, her own strength has improved by leaps and bounds, and she is more talented than she did back then.

All of this comes from Xiao Mingyue's help and Ren Tianxiao's favor for him. The girl narrowed her eyes slightly in the sunlight and stared at the Xuanmangtian Palace. The cold hall seemed particularly deserted. Few people entered this hall that was completely abandoned by the cultivators and realized it. At this time, only Ren Tianxiao was there, right?

The broken hall was covered with gravel and rubble, and the ground was bumpy. Only the third-grade steel rock was scattered with cold and cold air. Ren Tianxiao, who was sitting cross-legged, could vaguely see his vicissitudes of face, telling sadness, filled with traces of the passing of time.

It was the third day, and he was like a sleeping clay sculpture motionless.

There were few spiritual power fluctuations in the hall, and there was nothing special under the steel rock. Nothing could be detected, so I gave up immediately after giving it to others. With Ren Tianxiao's stubborn personality, he still insisted here. Even if the sound of rushing outside was shocking, it would not affect his heart.

Ren Tianxiao's heart was a cool world, with gentle breeze and drizzle, and there was no visible white light at the edge. He had been deeply experiencing the tranquility in his heart, the piety of the sea of ​​consciousness, and the tremor brought to his soul by the fluctuations of the spirit core.

This process was long and half a day passed. Seeing the sunset, the noisy battlefield outside had already subsided. After a thrilling war, no one dared to disobey Ling Wei's orders again. Even the cultivators in the Mangtian Realm were trembling constantly.

More than half of the 50,000 cultivators were lost. Even though the remaining cultivators were not pursued by the Piaomiao Battle Camp, all the twelve sects involved in the war were wiped out by the girls. Which of these sects has no history for hundreds of years and no one has hundreds of thousands of sects, was eventually dismissed. The disciples in the sect joined the other sects. Many senior sects were in a state of great pain, but none of them dared to appeal in front of Ling Wei.

That battle fell into the minds of the cultivators in the Mangtian Realm for a long time, and it will be difficult to erase no matter how many years have passed. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!