Zhang Budao had no intention of explaining, nor could he explain it. His conventional weapon refining and magic weapon functions were implanted with spiritual cultivation techniques, and he did not use the power of the formation at all.

But this thing is a bit perverted and cannot be exposed at will, so he made a formation card and implanted the devouring ability into it using spiritual cultivation techniques when refining the formation card to create a devouring effect array talisman.

Then burn such things into the other party's magic tool to meet the requirements of swallowing and growth.

This prevents the other party from surviving Zhang Deming's magic weapon refining skills, making the other party feel satisfied with the special formation power used by Zhang Deming.

"Dongdong...Dongdong...Dongdong..."

As the array card disappeared, the rhythm gradually stabilized and began to become rhythmic. Ding Jianjun's materials were also lost. As Zhang Bud's breath fluctuated, a faint spiritual cultivation power surged on the vines, invading the heart.

"Um······!"

Ding Jianjun's face turned pale and a slight groan. Zhang Deming immediately frowned. Looking at the heart that was slowly gathering, he looked up at the sky that was completely different and said:

"Your weapon... feels like the ceiling is already blocked, and you can't bite it. Your cultivation seems to have become a constraint!"

"Oh... This may be fate!" Ding Jianjun sighed.
Chapter completed!