Wet viviparity

Chapter 39: Opening the altar, refining treasure

"Too urgent!"

Ji Ming thought.

He was also planning to fight back and forth and slowly control Hu Tuer!

"It's something."

Ji Ming rubbed the poison hook on the side of his mouth and said.

He worked all night last night and made a batch of steles and buried them under the crow corpses.

"Give me."

Hu Tu was about to ask for it directly, but then he quickly changed the subject and said, "Those things are very important to me. I can buy them."

Things turned out to be more smooth than Ji Ming had imagined, so he agreed reluctantly.

“What a mess!

Master Tu, how do you know he is not lying to you?"

The attendant deer monster whispered in Hutuer's ear.

Hu Tuer's face turned dark. He hated it most when people said the word "confused" in front of him, but this deer monster seemed to have some truth in his words.

"Sir, let's not be confused."

The community rat regained consciousness and said, "This centipede monster knows everything about the community, how can it be a deceitful monster?

Now that Grandpa is away, and you have been neglecting to practice your true form technique because you have failed the selection every year and have been preparing for the exam every year, please don't get angry with him."

"rational!"

Hu Tuer thought to himself.

Although he thought it made sense, Hu Tuer always felt that these words were as harsh as those of a deer monster, which made him feel uncomfortable. What does it mean to fail the exam every year and prepare for the exam every year?

He glared at the deer monster who had spoken the word in reproach, and the monster shrank its head.

Ji Ming waited until they finished talking before saying, "Now that you guys have finished talking, do you want to go to my good friend's grave first?"

"No need!"

Hu Tuer's momentum weakened, and he began to negotiate the price with Ji Ming. However, what Ji Ming proposed stunned him.

"Rakshasa ghost bones!"

"has a problem?"

Ji Ming knew that the material for refining equipment was very unconventional, even evil, but the Fox Society was backed by the Sky Fox Academy, so they could find any material they wanted.

"No, it's not a problem." Hu Tuer said with a strange expression, "It's just that earlier, that clay man also asked my grandfather to help him collect the Rakshasa bones from the Tianhuyuan."

"Is it still there?"

"It has already been handed over, but about half a year ago, that Bo Ni Gong sent an envoy to give the ghost bones and many of his belongings to you to temporarily store in the community."

"What a good fellow, he is preparing for someone to blackmail him again!" Ji Ming thought to himself.

Hutuer took out the ebony box containing the Rakshasa ghost bones. As the saying goes, it is not painful to sell the father's land to his son, let alone the fact that it belongs to an outsider.

Once he gets Wu Songzi's manuscript, he will have a better chance of passing this year's exam.

By then, you will be able to enter the Tianhu Court and ascend to heaven in one step. From then on, you will be famous in the Heavenly Court and have the hope of becoming a demon fairy. Why would you need to care about a small mountain ghost?

Ji Ming took the ghost bone and led Hu Tuer to a hill.

Here, Hutuer saw the corpse of Wu Songzi exposed in the wild. The body had long since rotted and dried into a rotten skeleton covered with black feathers.

"This"

“It’s called returning to nature.”

Ji Ming explained casually, "The remains are on this hill. I have been looking for them all night."

"Cough cough!"

Ji Ming coughed twice tactically, and in his happy mood, he almost told the truth.

"I buried them overnight, fearing that my friend's belongings would be destroyed by insects and beasts in the mountains."

Hu Tuer called his men to carefully move the crow corpse away, and then dug the soil on the hill to lift the tablet. Seeing the monsters struggling to lift three or two stone tablets, Ji Ming felt that they were really weak.

He hadn't yet realized that he was an alien species, and that he had activated his flying centipede demon body and gained the medicinal power of the hundred-year-old red ginseng, which had put him at a distance from ordinary monsters.

Hutuer lay on a few steles, asked the spirits to turn around, and admired them alone.

"This"

On the surface of the stele, there are angular human figures, pointed bird figures, etc.

Seeing Hu Tuer's serious research, Ji Ming was very happy. If Hu Tuer could really figure out something from this, the monsters would surely flourish.

With a flap of his thin wings, Ji Ming flew towards the Fox Society.

The negative energy in this continuous tomb complex is most suitable for refining the "White Bone Heart Pearl".

If Old Master Hu was here, Ji Ming would definitely not dare to use this precious land, but would look for the old nest of the White Bone Lady on the river bank.

Ji Ming conjured up a pair of arms and opened the tomb and broke the coffins. It took him two days to gather the corpses into a small hill.

He stretched out his long arms and legs, crouched on the mound of corpses, and arranged the bones one by one, forming the "Yin Corpse Fire Altar" in the Treasure Refining Technique.

In Ji Ming's opinion, the methods of refining weapons and interpreting talismans are similar, and both require the step of opening the altar.

On the hill, Ji Ming took some time to collect the remaining breath of the corpse before death and improved his Yin Feng technique.

To be honest, he quite liked this little trick.

The threshold is low and the progress is fast. In the middle and late stages, you only need to collect a breath of Yin Qi before death to quickly achieve great success.

As for the effect of use, the key still depends on the user. For example, the Yin Palm he created in his previous life is a re-creation of the Yin Feng Technique.

Unfortunately, with the centipede body in this life, it is difficult for it to achieve the standing and unfolding forms of the "Control Crane Skill", let alone the third pine crane form.

On the corpse altar, Ji Ming carefully opened the ebony box.

In the box, there was a piece of bone that was glowing green. Judging from its shape, it should be a part of the spine.

These Rakshasa ghost bones come from the corpse of the Rakshasa ghost.

Some Rakshasa ghosts, after becoming spirits, will take out this bone and transform it into a piece of gold, silver or jewel to lure greedy mortals.

As long as a mortal can't bear the temptation and accepts "gold, silver and jewelry" and hides them on his body, it will only take a moment for the ghost bones to cut off his heart and liver.

The refining of the White Bone Heart-Cutting Bead focuses on the word "heart-cutting", and its essence is to increase the ability of Rakshasa ghosts and monsters to cut off people's hearts and livers.

Ji Ming lay on the corpse altar, spitting out a trace of spiritual energy from his mouth, spraying it on the ghost bones. Nourished by the spiritual energy, the green light on them became even brighter.

Under the influence of spiritual inspiration, the bones turned from pale white to emerald green and were trembling slightly.

"Come on fire!"

Ji Ming shouted loudly, and the poison hook on his head rubbed violently.

With a loud bang, the corpse phosphorus was ignited, and the white, empty ghost fire spread over the pile of corpses.

The entire corpse jar was burning, the bones turned into firewood, and the fire burst out from the eye sockets, the broken chest and other places.

"The wind is coming!"

Ji Ming lay in the fire, his iron back and thin wings unafraid of the burning of the will-o'-the-wisp fire.

He summoned a gust of cold wind, which blew thoroughly throughout the hill and the altar.

The wind fanned the flames, and the light from the corpse altar was so bright that it could penetrate the illusion that enveloped the Fox Society.

In the howling black wind and the swirling ghost fire, the black centipede lying on the altar could no longer be seen above the piled up corpses.

All I could see was a long shadow, stretching out in the fire.

The foxes and rats hiding in the tombs were startled, and they carefully poked their heads out from the graves, became distracted by the fire, and began to scream.

On a distant hill, Hutuer held a candlestick and looked at the stone carvings over and over again, like a madman.

Suddenly, he looked up and saw a faint white light coming from the direction of the Fox Society. His eyelids jumped and he asked, "Open the altar to refine treasures?"

"The Yin Corpse Sets the Fire Altar, Done!"

In the fire, the piece of Rakshasa ghost bone gradually melted, and under the guidance of spiritual inspiration, it began to become a round bead.

(End of this chapter)