At the beginning of the game, I can manifest fantasy objects

Chapter 58 Departure
"GEASS."

Zhang Jingming stepped forward, with red GEASS signs appearing in his eyes, and activated [GEASS - Absolute Command] directly at Han Yishui on the ground.

Hearing the strange syllable, Han Yishui, who was in a daze, was immediately attracted by the pair of deep and mysterious eyes of the young man in front of him, which were as deep and mysterious as the starry sky.

He was about to fall into coma. At this time, he had completely lost his ability to resist and could only let Zhang Jingming do what he did.

Almost effortlessly, a mark was left on the deepest part of Han Yishui's consciousness, and then he tilted his head and passed out.

"Give him some treatment."

After doing all this, Zhang Jingming looked at Elder Han aside and gave instructions casually.

"Yes!"

Elder Han was very measured in his actions. Although Han Yishui looked a little miserable on the outside, he was actually not seriously injured.

"Cough...cough...young master."

Under the treatment of Elder Han, coupled with the powerful recovery ability of the Shenqiao realm, Han Yishui soon woke up, looked at the young man in front of him with respect, and spoke slightly weakly.

"After you go back, give me your knowledge and experience on sacrificial utensils, as well as utensils and treasures that you can't use. Then, take good care of your injuries. You will be useful in the future..."

Zhang Jingming's eyes flashed and he spoke calmly.

On the one hand, this was for cultivation, but on the other hand, it was really time for him to prepare his own "vessel" for sacrifice.

If it is other monks, according to common sense, they often start to perform sacrifices when they enter the realm of the Sea of ​​Bitterness, because each of the four realms of the Sea of ​​Bitterness, the Spring of Life, the Divine Bridge, and the other side of the secret realm of the Wheel and Sea can be practiced. A kind of "instrument".

And Zhang Jingming is now in the life spring realm, reaching the second realm of the Wheel and Sea Secret Realm, but he still has not refined a single "weapon".

Of course, according to the most advanced cultivation methods in the world, you can also choose to refine a kind of "weapon" exclusively. The truly powerful "weapons" are all made by combining the four realms of the Wheel and Sea Secret Realm into one.

In other words, if you want to refine the strongest "weapon", you need the four realms of the Sea of ​​Bitterness, the Spring of Life, the Divine Bridge, and the Other Shore. Only one kind of "weapon" is sacrificed, not four.

However, in this world, this profound secret method of tempering a "weapon" in four realms can only be recorded in those precious ancient scriptures.

This level is something that ordinary monks have no chance to touch.

However, even among those ancient aristocratic families and holy lands that mastered this secret technique, few of their disciples would dare to take such risks unless they were extremely conceited or extremely talented.

Because opportunities always coexist with risks. If you want to gain more, the price you have to pay may also be unbearable.

Using the four realms to temper a "tool", from ancient times to the present, the vast majority of monks who have done this, [-]% of the results are that the "tool" is not successful. In the end, the years are wasted in vain.

As a monk, if you don't have your own "weapon", you can't control things. When you compete with others, you won't be able to use many methods.

Therefore, once you make this choice, it is tantamount to making a huge gamble on your own future.

Even among the disciples of the Ancient Family and the Holy Land, few would make such a choice. "Yes, Master, I understand."

After taking a breath, Han Yishui agreed with a very obedient and respectful look, without any dissatisfaction on his face.

He casually took out an ordinary bronze mirror with a common style from his sleeve and handed it to the other party. After explaining a few words, the crystal on the stone table flashed with light, and Zhang Jingming left directly through the mirror world.

In the hut, a small bronze mirror shone with light, and his figure reappeared, then turned into a cloud and disappeared.

And on the three futons on the ground, there was a young man with the same appearance and temperament sitting cross-legged on them.

The three people have a clear division of labor. One is studying the two ancient books on animal skins, the other is immersed in practice, and the last person is controlling the divine patterns in the sea of ​​suffering and tempering them repeatedly.

Zhang Jingming, who was sitting in the middle, slowly withdrew his power, withdrew his consciousness from the sea of ​​suffering, opened his eyes as bright as stars, and digested the information brought back by clone number three.

Immediately, he used mystical magic to activate the source of divine power, transforming into clone No. [-], letting it go aside to practice, and then once again sank his mind into the sea of ​​suffering to refine the divine patterns.

That's right, since the transformation of his spiritual consciousness, Zhang Jingming can now transform into three clones at once.

At night, clone No. [-] went to Han Yishui through the mirror world and brought back the items he had given selflessly.

Among these items, there are magic weapons such as silver ruler, jet-black bone spear, Bagua Purple Net, etc., as well as some fine gold materials, and finally a booklet recording the methods and experiences of refining the "vessel".

Handing the pamphlet to clone No. [-] and asking him to study the contents carefully, Zhang Jingming's navel burst out with a bright divine pattern, directly sucking all the magic weapons and materials into the black hole-like sea of ​​suffering. at the center.

His sea of ​​suffering is different from that of ordinary people, and is incompatible with any physique that has ever appeared in this world. Not only can it swallow magic weapons and alien energy that invades the body, but as his cultivation level increases, something seems to be gestating in it.

In this regard, Zhang Jingming highly suspected that his physical condition was due to some unknown mutation in his golden finger. Apart from this, it cannot be said that there are no other possibilities, it can only be said to be very slim.

The next day, Han Yishui, who had recovered well, teamed up with his younger brother to set up a Taoist prohibition in the valley where he lived to isolate the outside world, and subdued his ten disciples one by one, so that Zhang Jingming's clones could mark them one by one.

With the help of two monks in the Shenqiao realm, and with the cover of the Dao pattern, everything was completed quietly without causing any waves.

"It's better than nothing..."

Zhang Jingming, who was sitting cross-legged on a futon in the thatched hut, sighed secretly. All he saw was a scroll of bright divine patterns, and all the artifacts brought back by the clone disappeared.

Immediately, he closed his eyes and sank his mind into his body, entering into practice again.

Another day later, the training was finally about to begin. Under the leadership of Elder Wu Qingfeng and another elder, a total of more than a hundred disciples participating in the training left the Lingxu Cave and walked towards the adjacent primitive ruins.

Zhang Jingming, Pang Bo, and Ye Fan were all on the team.

Not long after walking forward, a primitive scene of towering ancient trees came into view. From a long distance away, the roars of some ferocious beasts could be heard, which was deafening and heart-stopping.

(End of this chapter)