surnamed Wang

At night, in an abandoned cave in Shura, the light and darkness of the bonfire fluctuated. A large black pot was set on the fire, and the liquid in the pot kept tumbling, spreading the strange aroma throughout the cave.

Fan Erji squatted against the stone wall, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, he stared blankly at his brother stirring the liquid in the pot, without saying a word.

Wang Gangquan's head was placed on the table, as if he had resigned himself to his fate, and closed his eyes quietly, but the little girl Suzaku was writhing restlessly, trying to break free from the shackles of the spider's silk.

After a while, Fan Yanda stopped what he was doing, came to the table whistling, picked up Wang Handquan's head, sniffed it, and said with a smile:

"Boy, don't expect someone to save you, just obediently become a magic weapon."

Wang Gangquan opened his eyes, his eyes were cold, but he couldn't do any harm, his soul was sealed in his head, and he couldn't display any supernatural powers.

Fan Yanda returned to the campfire, threw his head into the pot, closed the lid and said to himself:

"There are all good things in here, you must not disappoint my expectations."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and said to his younger brother who looked loveless:
"Fan Erji, don't look like a dead mother, have you never seen a woman in your life?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a "bang" hit on the back of the head, and he staggered and fell to the ground. It took a long time to get up, rubbing his head and saying in dissatisfaction:
"Mom, what are you doing?"

The old woman sat cross-legged in the distance, with a gloomy face and said:

"My old lady is wise all her life, why did she give birth to you two idiots?"

"You have to ask my father."

"You still dare to mention him?"

The old woman picked up a stone again, Fan Yanda shut up obediently when he saw this, came to sit down beside his younger brother in desperation, and whispered:

"Hey, isn't there a little girl over there? She's a little tender, but she has good eyebrows, and she's doing you a favor."

"I don't like tender ones."

Fan Erji put down his sentence, got up and left the cave under the puzzled eyes of his brothers.

……

The temperature in the pot was scorching hot, and the surrounding hot air kept penetrating into the skin, Wang Gangquan's head was already showing a light red color, and there was a faint scorching pain in his soul.

It takes nine steams and nine refinements to make a magic weapon, and this is the first refinement. The degree of pain is much worse than that of the original cauldron inner work refinement, and Wang Gangquan can still bear it.

On the second day, a strand of hair floated in the cauldron. After Wang Bingquan saw it, he finally started to panic. In the next few days, the hair fell more and more. Liu Liu's head was rolling in the hot water.

Fan Yanda raised his head, looked at the murderous eyes of the other party and said:
"Go ahead and stare. In a few days, the flesh will be cooked for you. You won't be able to stare even if you want to."

After finishing speaking, he was placed in a large steamer again, the lid was closed tightly, and steamed over high heat, the meaty aroma soon filled the cave.

Under the high temperature, Wang Gingquan was dizzy and passed out after a while.

It seems that after a long time, and it seems that only a moment, the lid was opened, and at some time he was already in the furnace, opened his eyes, and was facing Shangyang Dingchun's indifferent eyes.

Wang Gangquan immediately understood that he was dreaming again.

His body was wrapped in a layer of black mist, which was in the shape of vines for a while, and in the shape of armor for a while. The color was dim, and it seemed that it might dissipate at any time.

The woman whose body was occupied by the servant of the Holy Spirit looked at him coldly, and said calmly:
"They are willing to die for you, and they have never seen such loyalty when they were with me."

"I exchange my sincerity for my sincerity. If you just ask for it, you will naturally not get their approval."

"I don't have the time to please a group of ants. Since they like to block for you so much, I will let them block for you."

After all, the surrounding temperature suddenly rose.

Wang Gangquan woke up, seeing a vast expanse of whiteness, and the sound of "cracking" came from below from time to time, he was still in the steamer.

……

Outside the cave, the sky rained rare rain, but even Mahayana monks were unwilling to touch that water.

This rain is called black rain, mixed with the volcanic ash accumulated in the sky all the year round, it is extremely corrosive when it falls on the body, even the body of a god who has been tempered for thousands of years can't stand it.

Fan Yanda came in from the hole, wiped off the rainwater from the bamboo hat, put a crumpled herb on the table, and cursed:
"Damn it, there are few fairy grasses in the first place, and it's even harder to find them after it rains."

As he spoke, he walked towards the steamer in the center of the cave, touched the lid with his hand, and said with a grin on the corner of his mouth:

"Don't worry, no matter how difficult it is, I will make you into a good magic weapon."

The little girl Suzaku rolled her eyes when she heard that, it was unlucky for her to follow Wang Tingquan, she didn't get any benefits, she just suffered along with her, now she hasn't eaten for several days, and her stomach can't stop growling when she smells the smell of meat in the air.

"I don't know if that guy is dead or not."

Thinking so in his heart, he heard a muffled sound of "bang" from the steamer. Fan Yanda next to him was beaming when he heard the sound, and said to himself:
"Sure enough, it's a good thing, and it still has such strong energy."

Then, he added another fire to the cage.

……

It was already half a month, and Wang Bingquan had been boiled many times, leaving only white bones on his head, but his consciousness was clear, and he could feel the pain of separation of flesh and blood.

The monster took care of the stove very attentively, and was unwilling to doze off. Countless treasures of heaven and earth were thrown into the pot. After five steaming and five refining, Wang Lingquan's skull had faintly shown a crystal luster.

While being subjected to inhuman torture, Wang Gangquan's soul reached the verge of collapse several times. Fortunately, he was tough enough to survive with willpower in the end.

When refining for the sixth time, the monster carried a huge stone tripod on its back, and put the skull in it. Meizizi checked the materials, but found that a key yellow goblin was missing.

Fan Yanda searched everywhere in a hurry, almost turned upside down in the cave, and finally turned his eyes on his old mother, scratched his ears and said:

"Mom, are you hiding my treasure?"

"My mother hasn't moved her place for half a month."

"It must be hidden under the butt, please step aside and let me see."

"Bastard, for my mother's Shengxu cultivation, what good things have I never seen before, and I will be rare for a piece of broken stone from you?"

With such a weak son, the old woman felt helpless from the bottom of her heart.

Fan Yanda fell into a bewilderment, circling there while talking to himself:

"No, I obviously prepared in advance."

"Son, don't look for it anymore, I'll take you to find another one."

The old woman who hadn't moved for a long time stood up for the first time. The monster first showed joy when he heard the words, and then hesitated and said:
"Let's all go, what if someone comes to steal the magic weapon?"

"Let your brother guard."

"Mom, you are still smart."

Fan Yanda took out a horn from his storage bag, went to the entrance of the cave and blew it. Not long after, Fan Er and Teng Yun, who had amazing hearing, rushed over and said with a listless look:

"What are you calling me for?"

"My mother and I are going out to find the yellow goblin. You guard the entrance of the cave and don't let outsiders in."

"understood."

The younger brother walked into the cave, leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, his ears trembled from time to time, and his mother and elder brother disappeared in a blink of an eye. About a quarter of an hour later, he suddenly stood up and walked straight to the central cauldron.

... (end of this chapter)