The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post Chapter 47: Heart Demon
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Retracted, Mo Tianliao sighed, things have to go step by step, no matter how distressed they are, I can't rush.
The floor is full of spiritual stones, which were temporarily paved by killing people. The whole spiritual stone is actually more suitable for cultivation than a cut one. This magic palace was originally rich in spiritual energy, and with these spiritual stones, the spiritual energy in the entire earth fire room was thick as if it were real. With the spirit of Mo Tianlio's transformation stage, the five-color aura floating in the air can be clearly seen.
Close your eyes and concentrate.
The "Burning Wood Jue" given by Qingtong only gave him instructions on the correct cultivation method for the Shenmu body, and there was no content on the foundation. It looks more like my cat knew he was coming and made it up temporarily. As for the subsequent cultivation, Mo Tianlio himself is also a great power, so it is better to ask yourself.
Tao is a thing, only trance, trance, in which there are elephants, trance, and things in it.
Achieving a golden core is to step into the ranks of high-ranking monks. To build a core, you must find your own way.
It took him decades to search for the word Tao in his previous life. When he was born as a mortal, his family was ruined, and after he had his cultivation base, he came back one by one. For a long time, he thought that his own way was a ruthless way and a way of killing, but from time to time he would fall into the demons. The old **** beat him up, gave him a little rabbit, and told him, boy, look at yourself, are you really a ruthless person?
It's just an ordinary little rabbit, soft and small, staring at him dumbfoundedly with those dark round eyes, and moving his three-petal mouth constantly. Mo Tianliao couldn't help smiling, and stretched out **** to touch the smooth fur of the little rabbit. The old **** snatched the rabbit away, and killed it in twos or twos.
"..." Mo Tianliao stared at him.
"Looking at the rabbit, smiling like a maiden, and said that he cultivated ruthless Tao!" The old **** put the rabbit on the fire and roasted it.
Mo Tianliao had an epiphany, and raised his hand to beat up the old bastard.
After that, Mo Tianlio began to concentrate on searching for his way, traveled around the Taixuan Continent, and finally realized his way one day.
His way is the way of refining tools. Everything has its essence and dross. Taking its essence and discarding its dross is a refiner. Everyone’s Tao is different. A refiner may also be the way to save all living beings, and an alchemist may also be a way to accumulate money. But Mo Tianlio, his Tao is really a refiner, so that it’s dark under the light for many years. Did not realize it.
Mo Tianliao was born for refining tools. He practiced the formation, he could draw the same formation thousands of times, day and night; he could smelt ore, he could stare at the furnace for ten and a half months. Feeling bored.
Take the essence and get rid of the dross, which is also Mo Tianliao's practice.
It's just that the tree wanted to be quiet and the wind kept going. He just wanted to refine an artifact on a whim, and was besieged by everyone. His cat, so small, in order to keep his spirit, tore his own demon soul for life, and suffered day and night for three hundred years. How selfish he is, he should find a mortal with spiritual roots to seize the house at the moment he wakes up, and find his cat quickly.
"Um..." The spiritual power in the veins began to be violent, like boiling water, tossing back and forth, a trace of black energy wandering around the spiritual platform. Oh, it's the demons!
Suddenly, a coolness penetrated from the heavenly spirit, dispelling the black energy, and the irritable spiritual power gradually calmed down. Mo Tianlio opened his eyes and saw a flawless handsome face, with his forehead touching, so close, he could clearly see the slender eyelashes: "Little paw..." His cat, Although he did not sign a blood contract with him, he was no worse than other spirit beasts in dispelling inner demons and sorting out tendons, and they always appeared at critical times.
"I'm so stupid," Qingtong pushed the person away, and curled his lips in disgust, "Filing a golden pill can give you a demon."
Mo Tianliao touched his nose and looked up at the mixing furnace. The Xuanyuan Iron inside has been trained, and it has been more than ten days! Looking inside the body, the cultivation base is already in the middle stage of foundation building!
Cultivation involves not only absorbing spiritual energy, but also practicing spells and tempering the state of mind. If you want to become a golden core, you must continuously condense your soul during the foundation period and make it merge. Fortunately, you can cultivate your soul when you form a core. It is necessary to carry out these several items at the same time, and all of them must not be lower than the accumulation speed of spiritual power to advance to the rank.
But for Mo Tianliao, spells are at their peak, and the mood is not ordinary tenacity. As for the soul, it has long been the soul of the gods, so his cultivation only left the absorption of aura.
The aura here is too strong, and one day of absorption is equivalent to one month outside. How can it be unpleasant?
"It's not. You are not here. I am not at ease." Mo Tianliao was cheeky trying to pull his cat over, but was thrown away.
"The evil disciple, then move your hands and feet to the master, and deal with it." Qingtong raised his hand and slapped him, took out a soft cushion from the storage bracelet, placed it in the corner, and turned into a cat crawling Go up and yawn. He took out the ball of hemp rope that Mo Tianlio made last time at Xuanji's place to grind his claws.
The soft cushion is a cat litter made by Tian Tian. It is filled with velvet flowers from Tianshan and wrapped in snow satin woven from ice silk. Even in a hot day, it will not feel hot. It is most suitable for this type of exercise. Used in the chamber.
Mo Tian rarely sees him enjoying himself, so he doesn't care about him.
The fist-big piece of Xuanyuan Iron can only make a drop of iron juice, and it is drawn by the spirit to gather the iron juice floating in the air. The thousand jin of Xuanyuan Iron that Mo Tianlio bought at the beginning was only a half-foot-long piece.
Throwing the transparent stone into the furnace for refining, Mo Tianliao wrapped the palms of his hands with spiritual energy, put his hands together, slapped the semi-solidified molten iron, flew with his fingers, and quickly kneaded it into a long strip. The transparent stone melts when it enters the fire, and it is immediately called. Dip it with your finger, and quickly draw the formation on the long iron. There are twelve continuous engravings, space, transformation, psychic, and agitation. The twelve superimposed arrays, each There are overlaps with the previous one. You can't draw a wrong stroke, and there are no lines to see. It's all based on memory.
After Mo Tianliao finished painting, he sighed and wiped his sweaty forehead. The spiritual power in the foundation building period was not enough. He had to draw while absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy, and in order to build up the pill as soon as possible, he had to exhaust his spiritual power and then inhale.
Quickly squeezed the long iron with the formation method into a knife shape, wrapped it with aura and put it aside, let it cool down, then picked up the falling star stone.
The blackness is endless, if the stars fall in the sky. The falling star stone can be refined to transform the shape of the spirit weapon, which can be large or small, sharp or blunt, but Mo Tianliao took the falling star stone out at this moment, not to refine the transformable spiritual treasure, but because of Taishi When the artifact itself was refined, the falling star stone was used to create the tortoiseshell color. In order to fool, ah, no, to satisfy the Lord of the Landslayer, he must use this material.
Cut the big piece of the chin and throw it into the firepower for refining. Mo Tianliao lay down on the ground exhaustedly, looking at the cat in the distance with dizzy eyes.
Before, when Mo Xiaoclaw was a child, he accompanies him to refine tools. When he saw him practicing for a while, he suddenly fell down. He had no spirit in his eyes and looked very bad. He thought something was wrong with him, and meowed and licked anxiously. His face. Only now...
The sound of falling to the ground attracted the kitten who was kicking the rope ball, turned his head and glanced at him, then turned back, and continued to kick the rope ball.
Mo Tianliao turned over angrily, spread his limbs, lying on the ground like a dead fish.
When Mo Xiaoclaw saw this action, he paced gracefully with the hemp rope ball, stepped on his head, put the hemp rope ball on his back, and raised his paw to pat. The ball rolled up and down along the ridge, just not falling, the uncle Cat was satisfied, and started to push the ball on his back, completely ignoring Mo Tianliao, who seemed to be exhausted.
Mo Tianliao: "..."