Pindao should be robbed

Chapter 32 Chapter 32
Now, using blood to turn into rain and change the sky, it really came in handy. A large number of walking corpses were resurrected, and they came out to allow blood-sucking water, which could save Liu Qiao a lot of time.

As Liu Qiao stopped dripping blood into the bowl, the rain of blood in the sky gradually thinned and turned into normal rain and dew.

The dark clouds in the sky slowly closed and gathered above Liu Qiao, only this area was a hundred feet away, and there was still a little bit of blood raining down.

"Woo... hiss..." Countless walking corpses seemed to be addicted, all of them frantically chasing blood, and gradually gathered towards the altar.

"Well done... Wonderful"

Countless walking corpses surrounded him, but Liu Qiao was not afraid at all, instead he clapped his hands happily and laughed.

Such a weird scene, such a weird behavior, there is no fairy style, but it really looks a bit heretic.

After a while, seeing the dense crowds of people moving under the altar, it is estimated that there are thousands of corpses piled up in layers in a radius of hundreds of feet to absorb blood rain, Liu Qiao looked serious, and immediately made a tactic with both hands, and shouted: "Get up..."

"Wow..." The wind danced, dust was flying, and suddenly there were yellow scarf warriors, propping up the talisman banners that had been laid down in advance, and surrounding them in all directions.

The sky was cloudy and the rain was closing, and before the walking corpses scrambling for blood could react, they sprayed white mist from their mouths.

It was too late to even wailing and screaming, and with a breath of corpse being forced out by the talisman banner, the whole body softened and "click...click" sounded everywhere, and the skeleton seemed to lose its support, and scattered on the ground became piles of bones again.

And the corpse gas drawn by those walking corpses turned into wisps of foul-smelling white smoke, flew into the altar, and burrowed into the pre-prepared clean bottle by itself.

In less than ten breaths, thousands of walking corpses had completely melted into dry bones, and four or five porcelain vases on the altar were filled to the brim.

Liu Qiao covered the cloth plug and sealed the mouth of the bottle with a talisman. He was quite satisfied. Two or three more times like this would be enough to sacrifice the magic weapon.

"This Mount Cheek is really a treasure land of evil ways. Thousands of walking corpses have been rolled up tonight, probably only two or three out of a hundred. I will summon them tomorrow night..."

Seeing the remains of white bones stacked several feet high on the ground, this walking corpse has been subjected to the essence of the sun and the moon for a long time, the bones are not as fragile as ordinary bones, it is the material for making the sacrificial banner pole.

It can't be wasted, Liu Qiao did it again, condemning the yellow turban fighters, and moved all the walking corpses and bones to Jinshi Mountain.

According to Liu Qiao's estimate, at least tens of thousands of ordinary walking corpse skeletons would be needed to burn out a few jade bones in the furnace, and this is when everything goes well.

If the fire is not good and a few furnaces are scrapped, more bones will be used, so now there are only a few thousand, which is far from enough.

After the yellow turban wrestlers transported the bones back to the mountain, Liu Qiao thought that he had harvested a crop of walking corpses tonight, and he would have to do it tomorrow to summon skeletons farther away, so he didn't plan to go back to the mountain.

For the escaping technique, randomly find a cave with fewer graves and a lighter smell on Mount Cheek, and the Luxors will clean it up and use it as a place for training temporarily.

In the cave, Liu Qiao sat cross-legged on a futon, breathed out a wisp of samadhi fire, opened the seal of the purification bottle, and a white mist flew out, turning into a mother's white mist and spreading in the cave.

Along with the burning of the flame, the white mist "chi chi" sounded continuously, like burning lard, countless impurities flew out, and there was a fishy smell.

Mu Xu's white mist, under the smelting, turned into red mist, reflecting the red glow in the cave.

Liu Qiao frenziedly urged his mana, and spit out the samadhi flames, which burned for half an hour, and consumed more than [-]% of the two years of hard work.

The red mist also changed its color several times, until finally it gradually turned into a gray-blue color, and even the corpse aura of the mother was burnt to the point where only strands remained, a ball as big as a palm, like a roll of wool.

Only then did Liu Qiao put away the samadhi, sweating profusely, panting heavily, and grabbed the cyan qi line in his hand, thinking: "This is Qing Sha?"

"It seems that there is nothing special about it..." After rubbing it open and looking at it for a long time, I treasured it and put it in the treasure bag, and sighed: "It's not easy, with such efficiency, it takes at least three or five times to weave a two-foot banner. "

Even if the material of the lower vehicle is three feet of green evil spirits, it is necessary to have five knots for weaving it into a streamer, and one foot of jade bone.

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In the blink of an eye, more than a month passed, and the chaotic grottoes in Nanshan had piled up into a mountain of bones, all of which were collected from Mount Cheek.

There is a quiet room in the cave, which has already set up a alchemy platform, a few Zhang Bagua stove, and there are charcoal and dry firewood next door, which are full of more than ten caves.

Liu Qiao wore a lotus crown, cloth shoes with cloud socks, and a red gossip gown, and walked towards the cave with a dust whisk in his hand. As he walked, there was a fairy wind.

Behind him is the blue-faced, long-toothed, black and strong Chang Long, who is dressed as a fire-burning boy with a pair of buns on his head and a palm-leaf fan in his hand.

During this month, Liu Qiao's master and apprentice went back and forth several times, and finally gathered all kinds of materials. Five groups of Qingsha have been woven into two-foot banners.

Changlong picks fairy cattail grass and soaks them, spins them, and weaves them into six pieces of fluttering catkins. The tail of the flag has also been completed.

"Now the jade bone flagpole is missing, quickly open the furnace, Master..." Chang Long muttered excitedly behind him.

The two of Liu Qiao sat quietly for a few days, adjusting their mood, only for the present, without any hesitation at the moment, and said with a wave of whisk: "Light the fire, turn on the furnace..."

Accompanied by the swaying of the whisk, there was a loud "whoosh" wind, and suddenly a ball of flames sprang up in the furnace. It did not require mana, but the temperature was extremely high.

But when Chang Long cast this alchemy platform, he purposely turned into his real body, and the stubborn stone opened the mountain, and the earth's orifice was opened, and the fire in the mountain was attracted.

"Respect..." With a reply, more than a dozen yellow-turban warriors flashed out, picking firewood or transporting charcoal, and the cave was busy all of a sudden.

The earth fire is more violent than the ordinary fire, and it is more difficult to control, but the temperature is very high, and the eight trigrams furnace burns brightly red in just a cup of tea.

Liu Qiao was sitting on the altar, and when he saw this, he danced his whisk and issued an order: "The fire is here, put in the materials..."

Hundreds of yellow turban wrestlers were already ready. Hearing the order, they lifted the furnace cover and took turns carrying bones into the furnace.

"Increase the firepower... fan the wind..."

With another order, Liu Qiao spit out a wisp of samadhi fire and flew into the Dantai, and countless warriors continued to add firewood.

"Wow... Huh"

Chang Long's forehead was covered with sweat, and he danced the cattail leaf fan with a large door panel to make the wind scream, and at the same time, he also sprayed white wind from his mouth, but he added the spell of summoning the wind.

This time, the wind and fire are strange, the fire is the fire in the stone, the fire in the void of mana, and the fire in the wood. This is called the external samadhi, but it is the real samadhi fire.

In just a short while, the white bones that were put into the furnace earlier were all charred, and turned into fly ash when blown by the wind.

But how can mortal bones withstand this sacred fire, there must be a small chance of not being burned among hundreds of thousands of bones, and the ones that are not afraid of the fire are the real jade bones.

Seeing this, Liu Qiao was not surprised. He waved his hand, and countless skeletons were thrown into the furnace again.

In a blink of an eye, out of the hundreds of bone piles that were more than ten feet high and tens of feet high, there were more than ten missing, and they were all put into the furnace and turned into fly ash.

"No, this stove can't stand the fire anymore..." Liu Qiao, who had been observing the command from above, suddenly said in surprise.

But the Eight Diagrams Furnace, originally made of iron, how could it be burned by the true fire of Samadhi, now it is completely red, and the body of the furnace is slightly deformed, if it continues to burn, it won't take a few breaths of time, it will probably melt.

Before the results were obtained, the cauldron melted, and the countless skeletons that had been cast before were wasted.

Liu Qiao hastily put away the Samadhi fire and ordered no more firewood to be added, but the ground fire could not be controlled freely, and it was still burning the alchemy platform, and it was about to burn the furnace cauldron.

"Master, don't panic, wait for me to use the method..."

Chang Long also knew that the matter was urgent, so he hurriedly mobilized all his mana, quenched a few mouthfuls of water mist, wrapped the furnace cauldron, "chi chi" white smoke rose, and the temperature dropped in an instant.

Seeing this, Liu Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, and went in from the tuyere of the Bagua furnace. The tens of thousands of bones that had been dropped before had already been burned to fly ash, and two or three feet of black ash piled up on the bottom of the furnace.

However, in the pile of ashes, there were a few lights left, Liu Qiao was overjoyed, and hurriedly called the yellow scarf wrestler to open the furnace.

After a while, the fire was extinguished and the smoke disappeared, and the furnace cauldron returned to the color of green and black iron. All the warriors stepped forward to lift the furnace cover and pour out the remaining ashes in the furnace.

"Pa-ta...pa-ta"

About two feet long, the jade stick as thick as a thumb was rolled on the ground, making a crisp sound.

Chang Long stepped forward to pick it up, wiped off the dust with his sleeves, and said with a big laugh, "Haha... At least the effort was not in vain. Master, look, these two are jade bones, right?"

Liu Qiao took it with his hand, and his hand was warm and moist, like suet jade, about a foot long, with a thick thumb, rootless and jointless, like a smooth jade pillar. He was also overjoyed, nodded and smiled: "It's exactly this, as shown in the magic weapon map. The statement is true, it really has been refined..."

A total of five pieces of jade bones were obtained for the blank of the white bone banner, and there was still three pieces left to make into a five-foot banner pole.

But everything is difficult at the beginning, and now it has been refined into two sessions, burning bones and skeletons, and has some experience.

It's just a samadhi real fire, and then quenched with Changlongfa sunflower water to cool down the temperature, and a hundred thousand dead bones are fused into one.

The master and the apprentice were very happy, and they were also members of the fairy family. They didn't feel tired, but they were full of energy. They planned to burn the furnace all night without sleep.

As for the yellow turban wrestlers, they are gods and ghosts, and they don't get tired. They don't need to burn oil for a hundred kilometers, and they only need three pillars of incense to be full of energy.

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Seven days passed in the blink of an eye, and the mountain of bones in front of the cave was gradually consumed. The master and apprentice fired dozens of furnaces in a row, and finally refined the five jade bones needed.

(End of this chapter)