Looking at the backs of the four people gradually moving away from each other, a smile appeared on Meng Yang's calm face.

Ji Feng and the three demon barbarian monks who were chasing him were relieved of their past grudges and called them brothers, which was beyond Meng Yang's expectations.

But this is good. With the help of three people, Ji Feng will probably be able to loot more spirit stones in Nanluo Fortress.

As for whether he would conceal the spirit stones he obtained, Meng Yang believed that Ji Feng's character did not care about such benefits.

It’s not that Ji Feng is afraid of Meng Yang, but Meng Yang thinks Ji Feng is a psychologically ambitious existence.

If you really want to make such a small profit, it can only prove that Meng Yang has misjudged the person.

After returning to the cave, Meng Yang immediately sacrificed his magic weapon without saying a word.

In addition to the embroidered spring sword, Meng Yang’s most familiar treasure is the blood-colored sword he obtained from the palace at the bottom of the Donghuangshayuan Lake.

Since I came to the third act of the Demon Man, the sharpness of the blood-colored sword gradually disappeared from its previous sharpness.

Compared with humans, the demon barbarian monk is born with a strong body. He wants to use a sneak attack to cast a blood-colored sword, and the effect is to scratch the surface.

If you want to make the blood-colored sword and other treasures exert stronger attack power, you will be refining it.

And this is what Meng Yang is going to do now, and is fully prepared to go to Zhongyu.

Meng Yang didn't hesitate when his thoughts moved slightly, and immediately summoned the blood-colored sword and held it in his hand.

The moment the spiritual consciousness attached to it, the entire blood-colored sword shaking violently.

The crackling sound from it immediately caused several cracks to appear on the blood-colored sword body.

It was like the blood-colored little sword could not withstand Meng Yang's spiritual power comparable to the half-step Tianfei realm, and was about to collapse.

Meng Yang was shocked. While retracting his spiritual consciousness, he continued to condense his essence and blood from his eyebrows to sacrifice and refine it.

In just a blink of an eye, all the essence and blood flowing on the blood-colored sword sword penetrated into the blood-colored sword.

The bright red light that could be seen in the naked eye suddenly flashed through the cracks on the sword's body, but in a blink of an eye, it returned to its original state.

Looking again, the cracks that were excavated by the essence and blood actually formed a kind of obscure rune.

A powerful treasure aura instantly emerged from the blood-colored little sword sword god, then spread out, constantly swelling out like an umbrella, and then wrapped the entire blood-colored little sword, looking like it was hidden in a blood-colored ball.

A trace of surprise flashed in Meng Yang's eyes, and he bent his fingers and pointed to his eyebrows.

After counting breaths, another drop of essence and blood immediately overflowed from the middle of his eyebrows and flew towards the blood-colored sword.

Behind the curtain of the precious energy light that was touching the blood-colored sword, a strong evil aura suddenly rushed out of the surroundings.

Sometimes white, sometimes red light flashes, and rhythmically begins to appear in this light curtain.

Meng Yang's spiritual consciousness swept away, condensing several drops of essence and blood containing powerful spiritual power.

But when the illusory light curtain immediately became real, as if it was like an eggshell.

After waiting for a while, Meng Yang then exchanged for the Dragon Martial Furnace, the Dead Soul Pan, and the Immortal Conquering Map to begin to be transformed one by one.

And he sat down for two days.

When Meng Yang opened his eyes again, the familiar but slightly different magic weapons were dragged by the light ball, constantly surrounding Meng Yang and slowly spinning around him.

The bloody sword has a stronger bloody aura, and the strong edge attached to it is even more unbearable.

Although he was attacking, when Meng Yang's eyes fell on the blood-colored sword, he could even hear the continuous thunder of thunder.

The sound of breaking through the air that penetrated into the mind was continuous, as if there was a thunder that could pierce the sky, making Meng Yang very happy.

Meng Yang immediately looked at Long Wu Fu.

This Dragon Martial Furnace was originally a elixir used for alchemy refining, but Meng Yang did not know how to refine alchemy and weapon refining methods, so he could only use this furnace as a means to trap others.

It’s not that Meng Yang doesn’t want to refine alchemy, but on the contrary, he has been interested in this career since he entered the Taoist practice.

However, the person who refined alchemy and weapon has a natural feeling, commonly known as the Sixth Heavenly Ze Sense.

Meng Yang, who is several times stronger than ordinary people, has no talent, even if he likes him, he has no choice but to give up.

After putting away the Dragon Martial Furnace, Meng Yang called the immortal-suppressing map floating in front of him.

Open the picture of Zhenxian, it looks like a small figure in a landscape painting.

And this figure is the evil-eating beast evolver who was conquered by Meng Yang in the Soul Curtain area, Dahei.

With a slight smile, Meng Yang put the album together and put it into his mind, his eyes fell on the dead soul Pan.

Two pieces of this Pan Mengyang were obtained in total, one was obtained in the hometown of Xiaojiujie, which was an imitation item.

The one who can truly exerts the powerful attack power of the Dead Soul Pan was seized from the ancient man Suoyuan inheritance.

When he fused the two dead souls to sacrifice and refine them together, Meng Yang realized that this coil was not as simple as he thought.

Especially when the deceased king Suo Yuan was first condensed, his power was even more strange and domineering than Meng Yang imagined.

Not to mention the flag of the dead souls, and the blood-moon magical power that can suck away the souls of monks.

Even Meng Yang, the owner of this Pan, couldn't help but stand up and felt creepy when he first came into contact.

After the Dead Soul Pan was transformed, the skull on its head disappeared, and the terrifying aura emitted by Pan's body also disappeared as if it had dissipated. However, when Meng Yang's spiritual consciousness swept over, a look of horror suddenly appeared in the dark eyes of the deep pool.

He didn't expect that after the deceased souls were sacrificed and refined, the deceased souls inside would be connected in a strange way.

It seems that these dead souls have spiritual intelligence, and they are no longer the kind of possessiveness and fighting spirit that they bit each other when they meet.

But after meeting each other, they were slightly stunned and did their own things.

It seemed that something extraordinary was discovered. Meng Yang's eyes widened wider and wider, and there were still some dead souls stopping in the air.

Under the investigation of this individual soul, Meng Yang discovered that the soul coil actually had a strange energy scattered in the space inside the pan.

And these dead souls who were sluggishly absorbed these strange energy.

This discovery made Meng Yang's mind shake, and even more, his pupils shrink slightly as if he had seen something unsuccessful.

Meng Yang, who frowned and took a deep breath, retreated from the space in the pan, looked at the dead soul Pan who had become a wooden stick, and was stunned.

After counting breaths, he put away his soul and immediately penetrated into his mind.

After looking at Rao Tianhuang who was still lying lazily in his mental space, Meng Yang pursed his lips and stopped talking.

"You boy, are you here to show me your weakness? You have asked me where my aura has gone before, and if you have farts, let it go."

Rao Tianhuang looked at Meng Yang with annoyance, with a bit of a resentful temperament.

Meng Yang adjusted his breathing and couldn't help but smile embarrassedly: "I did encounter some problems."

"Say something if you have something to do..."

Rao Tianhuang looked at Meng Yang with resentment, and the embarrassment on Meng Yang's face became even more intense.

"Well... I've taken the soul coil of the snow-capped mountain on the ancient man inheritance. Now after sacrifice and refining, there has been a change. It seems that the soul in the space inside seems to have spiritual intelligence, and there is also an energy that I have never known to fill it."

"And these dead souls swaying in the Panqi space still know to absorb these energy."

Rao Tianhuang frowned, looked at Meng Yang, then lowered his head and began to think.

I don’t know how long it took, but when Meng Yang was about to ask again, Rao Tianhuang suddenly looked up and said.

"You summon the dead souls and I'll watch it."

Meng Yang nodded, without saying a word, immediately summoned the dead souls and let him fly in front of Rao Tianhuang.

Then he sat cross-legged and looked at Rao Tianhuang's expression seriously.

Rao Tianhuang, who had the souls of the dead, scattered his spiritual consciousness, penetrated it into it, and checked it.

After a few breaths, Rao Tianhuang, who had no expression on his face, suddenly frowned, moved his eyes away from the dead soul, and hesitated to Meng Yang.

"How can you tell me?"

Rao Tianhuang took a few deep breaths and nodded.

"Then tell me, what's going on?"

Meng Yang looked at Rao Tianhuang impatiently. This was the first time he saw the hesitant look on Rao Tianhuang's face.

"The strange energy you mentioned inside is actually the power of incense."

"I don't know how to explain it, but it will definitely be good for you and no harm. You don't have to worry about this."

"The power of incense?"

Meng Yang, who heard this for the first time, looked at Rao Tianhuang, who was handing the dead souls, and was ready to continue asking.

"Don't make any decisions about me. I won't say anything. You just need to understand that you don't have to pay attention to this matter. Moreover, this situation will not harm you. The change of the dead soul can only be said to be a fixed number..."

Meng Yang looked at Rao Tianhuang with such a look, took a few deep breaths to calm down his curiosity.

"Forget it, since you said so, I can only obey..."

Meng Yang, who had received the soul of the dead and was about to leave, was suddenly stopped by Rao Tianhuang.

Looking back at Meng Yang who was Rao Tianhuang, he curled his mouth and said, "Why, I'm going to tell me if I suddenly change my mind?"

Rao Tianhuang glared at Meng Yang without curiosity, then shook his head with a sigh.

"Your body has been planted with spiritual seeds, you didn't notice it?"
To be continued...