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Without a magic weapon for sacrifice, it means there is no magic weapon.

This sentence is widely circulated in the cultivation world, not only because this sentence came from the former number one person in the world, Immortal Yunlan.

It is precisely because monks from all walks of life have repeatedly verified it with their lives during countless years of practice that the authority of this sentence has been established.

Regardless of whether it is a spiritual weapon or a magic weapon, if it is thrown out like a fire stick without being refined, it is not as good as the monk's own magical powers.

"zuizin"

臂使

分神

Psychic

incarnation

A mid-grade spiritual weapon can only be refined to the point where it can be carried with you.

High-quality spiritual weapons can be sacrificed to the arm user, and they can be moved by thought. Among the spiritual weapons of this quality, the flying sword is the most representative and the most well-known.

The best spiritual weapons can be refined to the point of distraction, but this is already the limit of the spiritual weapons.

Channeling can only be achieved with magic weapons. It has many wonderful functions such as early warning, induction, self-obstruction...

Incarnation is limited by the magic weapon itself. Only a few special magic weapons can refine the divine power of incarnation outside the body.

The White Bone Heart-locking Hammer is undoubtedly a magic weapon, but what is the upper limit? The second-level training experience of his predecessor, Ning Zhen, cannot give Jiang Moshu the answer.

But even if it is a magic weapon with only one level of restriction, it is definitely not something that an ordinary outer disciple like him can take out, or dare to take out.

Before the Qifeng Fight, this sledgehammer must be sacrificed to the level of psychic energy before it can be disguised as a spiritual weapon.

Jiang Moshu placed the Bone-locked Heart Hammer in front of him and circulated the Gang Yuan in his body. An illusory epiphyllum gradually appeared in front of his eyebrows.

It is the unique sacrificial method of Mingtan Sect, "The Secret of Washing and Dyeing Youtan's True Treasure".

The real and fake flowers slowly dance in the bright light, elegant and separated from the dust. Their color is pure white, just like the eternal ice and snow on the cliff.

The moment when You Tan opens up,

Duh!

Jiang Moshu pinched the True Treasure Secret, and a ray of light shot out from between her eyebrows, hitting Youtan's flower stamen.

Immediately, he controlled the illusory flower to slowly fall towards the bone-locking hammer.

As You Tan gets closer and closer to the hammer, the petals of the changing reality are gradually closing.

Big beads of sweat appeared on Jiang Moshu's forehead, but his eyes became sharper.

Fortunately, before the petals finally closed, the You Epiphyllum successfully fell into the Bone-locking Heart Hammer.

laugh!

A rune in the shape of an epiphyllum appeared on the body of the hammer, and then disappeared.

The white-bone heart-locking hammer was suspended out of thin air, and the body of the hammer trembled slightly.

The first step of sacrificial refining is done!

Even though there was no contact, Jiang Moshu still felt that there was a vague connection between himself and the bone-locking hammer.

As the sacrifice continues, the spiritual weapon or magic weapon will become more and more handy in the hands of the monk.

Unfortunately, the "Secret Technique of Cleansing and Dyeing the Nether Tan True Treasure" not only consumes a lot of energy, but also consumes a huge amount of mind. After the seven Nether Tans submerged into the body of the hammer, Jiang Mo Shu Ningzhen's second-level realm already felt a little unsustainable.

A slight dizziness appeared, and Jiang Moshu's vision went dark, and his mind immediately became dazed. After all, the eighth Youtan failed to pull it successfully.

The petals closed, and Youtan turned into broken points of light and disappeared into the void.

Is this his current limit? Jiang Moshu sighed, then smiled in relief.

Come again!

[Inject practice time and practice magic weapon for refining!]

A palm-sized humanoid shadow suddenly appeared on top of the white-bone heart-locking hammer, with its legs crossed in the air, exactly the same as Jiang Moshu's figure at this moment.

And with the appearance of this small phantom, You Tan appeared in the void again, throwing it straight towards the constantly trembling white bone heart-locking hammer.

One after another, like meteors falling to the ground.

After a stick of incense, the slap man returned to the illusory interface and continued to sit cross-legged and breathe. Above his head, the sun and moon background continued to rotate.

At this time, the appearance of the Bone Lock Heart Hammer has undergone some changes.

The five skeletons on Hammerhead each had a jade bead on their foreheads, the size of a grain of rice, but as red as blood.

The teeth in the skull's mouth turned into sharp fangs.

Jiang Moshu thought, and the half-man-high hammer immediately flew over and landed gently in his hand.

Holding the handle of the hammer, the fine patterns on it are constantly being felt clearly, as if flesh and blood are connected.

隐！

The huge white bone lock and heart lock disappeared immediately.

But Jiang Moshu clearly felt that this magic weapon was rising and falling in his own Qi sea.

Sure enough, it has been refined to the point where it can be carried with you.

Jiang Moshu's heart felt a little calmer now, and he had a glimmer of hope for the Qifeng Fight in three months.

The White Bone Heart-locking Hammer itself is a first-class magical weapon of the Demon Sect. If it is refined to the point of spiritual communication,

The magic fire is mysterious, coupled with the range attack, it is not afraid of melee.

And once the magic weapon is channeled, it can greatly make up for one's lack of experience in fighting magic.

Maybe, can live!

……

Two months later.

In a small courtyard of a jingshe in the Baigu Peak Mountain, the green bamboos are rustling and the mountain breeze is refreshing, which makes people feel very comfortable.

Under the eaves, Jiang Moshu calmly held a cup of hot tea, feeling the aroma of tea that penetrated the heart and soul, and took a small sip.

"Measure the world with one foot in your heart, laugh at Yama before the situation of life and death."

Feeling the hair-thin and crooked burning writing on the tea leaves, Jiang Moshu let out a long sigh of relief.

The words are so ugly!

However, the White Bone Heart-locking Hammer is already channeled, and it has just reached the limit of the ability to control the magic fire at the second level of Ningzhen.

Jiang Moshu slowly spread his right palm forward.

A delicate hammer the size of a palm immediately appeared above the palm of the hand, floating there so lightly.

By signing in every day, he will gain three to six months of training time, all of which he will devote to the sacrifice of the Bone Heart Locking Hammer.

Huang Tian lived up to his expectations, and after two months, he finally refined this magic weapon to the point of psychic ability.

If the time invested in the reward practice is converted into actual practice, it is equivalent to practicing this magic weapon day and night without sleep for more than twenty years.

Jiang Moshu calmed down and looked at his only magic weapon carefully.

The whole body of the hammer exudes a bone-white gleaming light, with countless subtle demonic fire runes appearing and disappearing in it.

The five skeletons have suddenly grown bony facial features, beards and hair, and are just like real people. They are a baby, a beautiful girl, a young Taoist priest, a middle-aged Confucian scholar and an old nun.

The expression on the skeletal head was ferocious and twisted, and it couldn't help but struggle to let out a silent roar, with demonic fire flashing in its eyes from time to time.

The jade beads on his forehead have evolved into runes, which are:

怨

憎

hate

evil

厌

"Boom!" Jiang Moshu flicked the hammer with his right finger.

The bone-white glistening light disappeared, and the mysterious patterns on the hammer handle also disappeared.

Hammerhead's five skeletal faces instantly collapsed and turned back into skeletons.

The runes on the skull's forehead did not disappear, but kept twisting like a reptile, and finally changed into a single word, "昙".

The exposed aura of the Bone Lock Heart Hammer continued to decline, from a magic weapon to a top-grade spiritual weapon, and then to a top-grade spiritual weapon.