The flame of Wandishan's non-extinguishing furnace is cold, and the furnace is normal, almost two people are tall. The only difference between it and the mortal furnace is that there is no bellows. The fire in the furnace looks normal. Standing nearby, but you can't feel a trace of heat. Mu Xingqiu and Fangfang already knew something in advance, but they still felt very strange.

"Don't think that you can't feel the heat and reach out to touch it. In fact, it is several times hotter than ordinary fire, and it will be wiped out in an instant. No one can save you." A Taoist priest of the furnace supervising the furnace solemnly warned, and then said in a respectful tone: "This is the unique Taiyin fire in the world. It will never be extinguished and will melt everything. It is not natural, not in the five elements, and is the holy fire closest to the origin of the Taoist fire."

Yang Qingyin restrained her usual arrogant style and looked even more pious than the Taoist priest of the Superintendent Lu. "I chose the Hongluo Department because of it, but my parents did not allow me to leave Pangshan. Alas, I really want to steal a fire." She glanced at the Taoist priest who became alert, "But I wouldn't do this. The Fire of Taiyin is unique. If it separates, it becomes ordinary fire. It is exactly the opposite of the water in the Sword Washing Pool. I know this."

The priest of the fire supervision nodded with satisfaction and asked the three of them to take out the materials for refining weapons. Yang Qingyin held the package and said in an extremely rare tone of pleading: "Can I do it myself? I am also a disciple of Hongluke."

The Taoist priest hesitated and waved his hand, allowing her to act freely, took the materials from the other two, and nodded after opening it, "The rich man is really rich, mother's green iron, purple copper, snow-bottom charcoal, purple mo divine mud, golden soul, silver soul, thousand-year shell powder, all the essence of the fragrance, demon pills, all six feet of demon pills?"

Mu Xingqiu and Fangfang nodded with a smile. The hard shell of the Destroying Xuanwu brought them a considerable amount of wealth. The demon pill given by Du Fangfeng also came in handy.

The Taoist priest put down the package and rubbed his hands and said, "If you can't refine the fourth or even fifth grade magic weapon, it's really a waste of these materials. After you get the magic weapon devil in Wangshan, you must tell me the final result."

The round non-extinguishing furnace has seven entrances, and seven magic weapons can be refined at the same time. The Taoist priest of the furnace called another person as his helper, first putting the snow-bottom charcoal to slightly increase the heat. Part of the charcoal itself will also be integrated into the magic sword, followed by the mother-green iron, which is the main material of the magic sword. Then there are copper, gold soul, silver soul, and shell powder in turn. Only a little is added at a time. These things make the magic sword have special abilities.

"Purple copper is equivalent to the upper Dantian Niwan, the golden soul, and the silver soul is equivalent to the middle Dantian Crimson Palace. If you have the golden soul, the effect will be better. Sheaf powder is equivalent to the lower Dantian. After seven hours, add the demon pill as the hilt, and finally sprinkle the essence of the fragrance to make the magic sword look better. Wrap it in purple mo divine mud, and you can take it away. The materials are good, and you feel a hundred times more energetic when smelting." The Taoist priest of the Superintendent was exclaiming while working.

On the other side of the furnace, Yang Qingyin was serious and added materials, and her things were all good. Only the demon pill was a little worse. When she was waiting in the middle, she said, "Don't be happy too early. The materials are good, and the level of the magic weapon refined may not be high. It depends on the skills of the forgeator. More importantly, the magic weapon holder himself is the only one who thinks. Hehe, the magic weapon refining is different from the ordinary magic weapon, and you can't compare to me."

After an hour, all the materials were sent into the furnace, and the three Pangshan disciples were about to start thinking about it.

The Fuhuo Fuhuo is located in the cave in the core of Pangshan Mountain. The place is in a small cave on the higher floor outside. Yang Qingyin is familiar with the road and runs up first. The Taoist priest of the Supervisor led two others to follow behind.

The upper floor is a circular corridor with seven small holes on the inside, which corresponds to the seven entrances of the furnace below.

"Refining weapons and thinking is not complicated." The Taoist priest of the furnace supervision said that Yang Qingyin had already entered the cave and thinking, "First enter the state of thinking normally, and then try to imagine the appearance of the magic sword. This step is very critical. At this time, the will is not strong, and it is likely to affect the uneven distribution of the material of the magic sword, affecting the final grade. Remember, don't think about anything except the magic sword. You can interrupt the magic thought at any time and go out for a walk, but don't think about it randomly, especially don't think about it like Yang Qingyin last time."

The Taoist priest of the furnace supervision did not say what strange magic weapon Yang Qingyin had refined. He guided the two of them to enter the corresponding small hole and left on their own, and went to the lower level to take care of the furnace.

Mu Xingqiu's thoughts were not going well, but he didn't think too much, but the thoughts didn't last long. He woke up in less than half an hour and walked around the corridor. He saw Fangfang and Yang Qingyin still thinking. The entrance of the cave was sealed by a layer of faintly glowing film, indicating that the two people's thoughts were very deep and were not affected by the outside world.

He knew what he was worried about. The Taoist priests in Yashan and Xingshan were waiting outside. Will Wandishan also covet his true illusion? The treasure purse that stored the magic scroll was also in the hands of the Taoist priests in Wandishan at this moment. Although the treasure purse is not open to outsiders, in the hands of the higher Taoist priests, this restriction is not worth mentioning.

After the second round, Mu Xingqiu gave up his thoughts. Suspicion did not help solve the problem, but would only interfere with the most important thing at the moment. He re-entered the small hole, sat in a straight position, and re-entered the state of thought.

In his imagination, the magic sword was about three feet long, and the sword had a simple purple pattern on it, which was somewhat similar to the purple-patterned sword he lost.

Imagination will affect the shape of the magic device, but imagination is rarely exactly the same as reality. It is also one of the materials for refining magic devices. No one can predict in advance how much it is fused with other materials.

This time, the thoughts were quite long. Mu Xingqiu opened his eyes and felt that at least two hours had passed. Fangfang and Yang Qingyin were still thinking in the cave. He walked around the corridor and felt that he could not think about it again immediately, so he walked along the stone steps to the furnace room below.

The Taiyin Fire was still burning in the furnace. After turning on the furnace for several hours, the temperature inside the room did not increase. Only the furnace monitor was left next to him, looking at the furnace without extinguishing, as if he was talking silently with it. Hearing the footsteps, he turned his head and smiled, and said a little abruptly: "The original Taiyin Fire was only the size of a palm. After more than 100,000 years of magic blessing, it grew to be so big today."

"Even in the Nine Daotong, this is a miracle." Mu Xingqiu sincerely praised.

"Miracle is indeed a miracle. But in the past three thousand years, it has not grown any more, and it seems to shrink a little."

"Everything has an end." Mu Xingqiu said casually, he knew very little about the fire of Taiyin.

The Taoist priest of the Superficial Lu shook his head, "If there is an end, it is not the fire of the Taiyin. It may be because Wandi Mountain has declined. There are only three Taoist priests who are still alive, and there is not one higher one. Ten thousand years ago, there was a Taoist priest in the Fu Yuemang in Wandi Mountain. Now our master is not even a Taoist priest of Hongluke, which is also an extremely rare thing."

Taoists are never stingy in criticizing their Taoist priests, and are not as respectful to the head and the master as ordinary people are to their elders. Mu Xingqiu has long experienced this, but he is very unfamiliar with Wandi Mountain and does not even know the name of the Taoist priest in the Superintendent. He is speechless and has to remain silent awkwardly.

The Taoist priest of the furnace supervising continued to say, "Or the furnace would not be extinguished and felt the abnormal movements of the demon clan. Its ability is not just to refine magic weapons, it has life."

The Taoist priest even had a soft voice, as if the one who listened to him was not Pang Shan’s disciple, but the fire opposite him.

"Many people say that the demons may break through the void within a thousand years." Mu Xingqiu was finally able to continue with a sentence.

"Because there are too many related signs, the Taiyin Fire is just one of them."

Mu Xingqiu suddenly felt curious and asked: "I have heard several ideas about dealing with the demon race. Some people hope to cultivate more high-level Taoists, and some people hope to unite with various forces, including the demon race..."

Before Mu Xingqiu finished speaking, the Taoist Priest of the Superintendent shook his head, "No, the Taoist Priest of the Rimang relies on hard work and talent. A person who has not been born in nearly 10,000 years can guarantee that it will appear in the next thousand years? Even if it appears, there will be only one or two people, and it will not be able to compete with the entire demon clan. As for the alliance with the demon clan, it is even more ridiculous. Look at the chaos in the demon clan is getting more and more frequent, because after hearing about the news about the demon clan, they can't wait to become slaves of the demon clan again."

"You have a better way?"

The Taoist priest of the Supervisor turned around again, and his stern eyes reflected the raging fire. "There is no way, we can only face the long war again like 130,000 years ago. The nine Taoist priests should be prepared to escape and find a hiding place for the most precious treasures. Why did the Taoist priests decline? Because after peace has been passed down for a long time, no matter how loud it sounds, there is no pressure in the heart. How can the Taoist priests revived? Only when the destruction is approaching can a great Taoist priest like the first third ancestor appear. Be prepared, then eight out of ten Taoist priests may be destroyed by the demon clan, and the few remaining people are the remaining fire seeds. Even if the Taoist fire is not extinguished, even if only one person is left, it will eventually be set off again."

Mu Xingqiu bowed to greet him, not because he agreed with the other party's statement, but because he admired these people who were already thinking about the battle of the Taoist Demon.

The Taoist priest smiled, "I hope my nonsense will not affect your magic weapon - no matter what, maybe you will refine the Demon-Slaying Sword because of this."

The two of them exerted the etiquette of Taoism, and Mu Xingqiu returned to the upper class to think about it. This time he persisted until the end.

It took seven hours to go outside early morning. Three Pangshan disciples walked out of the small cave and nodded to each other. No one spoke, and walked to the lower level in sequence.

The three Taoists built a model model with Zimo divine mud, poured in the molten water, and formed automatically. The demon pill softened into the hilt of the sword. The entire sword was wrapped in the mud, not exposed at all, and only the general shape could be seen.

Yang Qingyin refined a short sword that was two feet tall, and she held it in her hand and held it twice, and smiled: "It must look like me."

Fangfang's magic sword was slender and Yang Qingyin said: "Your magic sword is also like you."

Mu Xingqiu took the mud-wrapped sword and frowned slightly, "It's different from what I imagined."

Yang Qingyin laughed, "Maybe it indicates what you will look like in the future - like Lin Sa, you are a tall and strong fat man."

Fangfang couldn't help laughing.

The sword in Mu Xingqiu's hand was nearly four feet long and more than three inches wide. It was not like the magic sword commonly used by Taoists, but like the killing weapon of the Xuanfu Army charging into battle.

The Taoist priest of the Superficial Lu smiled and said, "This is the magic sword you need. It is not very common, but it is definitely suitable for you. You will like it when you crack the mud."

The Taoist priest gently brushed the surface of the mud with his fingers and thought for a while, "It requires more magical species than other magical tools."
Chapter completed!