Chapter 700 I Don't Care
After coming back to his senses, Murong Ji was confused and didn't know what to say. Why did he have such a burst of inspiration just by refining a coffin? ! !

Looking at the pitch-black coffin with golden inscriptions in front of him, the phoenix-head dragon bone is a powerful weapon.

This coffin is different from other coffins. It does not have any "Golden Throne Room" or "Twin Lotuses" or anything like that. Instead, it is covered with dense patterns of instruments, arrays, and prohibitions.

After engraving the last array pattern, Murong Ji slapped the coffin lid, completely activating the array pattern of the entire coffin.

In an instant, the aura of the surrounding heaven and earth surged and slowly sank into the coffin. The entire coffin suddenly glowed with golden light, and the patterns on it seemed to come alive and kept moving.

Finally, it slowly calmed down and completely sank into the coffin. Murong Ji looked inside the coffin. The narrow space inside always gave people a feeling of being full.

The breath of heaven and earth was stagnant inside, as heavy as a mountain.

Murong Ji carefully checked the patterns around the weapon, and after finding no problems, he slowly lay down inside. In an instant, endless spiritual energy and evil spirits surged, as if a closed spring had found a gap.

The breath of heaven and earth poured into Murong Ji's body. After closing the coffin lid, the space inside did not become dark. Wherever he looked, there were stars in the sky.

The stars were shining, as if one was in the starry sky. The stars were connected, and the vitality of heaven and earth was stimulated to supplement Murong Ji's vitality.

"Wow, the effect is really good. The level of this coffin is only second to the Hongmeng Tianzhong!"

It's good, but it feels a bit weird. Whose good person's life magic weapon is a coffin? A health-preserving coffin?
In novels, people who use health-preserving coffins seem to be villains.

Murong Ji sighed lightly, and the 'starry sky' in the coffin suddenly moved. Countless 'starlights' penetrated into the acupuncture points all over Murong Ji's body, merged with Murong Ji's true essence, traveled throughout his body, and caused his body to transform once again.

Murong Ji was somewhat stunned. "Now it seems that the effect is quite good. I didn't expect that there would be an unexpected surprise."

Murong Ji murmured to himself, very satisfied with his design.

He then took out the white jade bead and fixed it on the phoenix head above the coffin, using the formation to activate the magic weapon.

In an instant.

The time inside the entire coffin became blurred, the starlight was moving, it was really like the creation of heaven and earth.

Murong Ji had not expected such a scene. He slowly exhaled and began to carefully comprehend the changes in the laws of time.

After a while, Murong Ji opened his eyes and discovered the flaw. The effect of the white jade bead had weakened and could not completely affect the changes in time inside the coffin.

"We still have to capture the entire creature outside the circle, or even capture it alive..." Murong Ji rubbed his forehead, the difficulty increased again.

The health-preserving coffin can also bear the power of heaven and earth and does not affect his strength.

There is quite a lot of space inside the coffin.

All the spatial laws that have been figured out over the years in refining the Qiankun Qingguang Ring were used here. In other words, this coffin is a storage ring.

"If I can really push time and space to the end, maybe I can actually create a world."

Murong Ji pushed open the coffin lid, and everything inside the coffin disappeared instantly, and the entire coffin became ordinary.

Murong Ji was a little surprised. The change between the two was like two different worlds.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Tu Shan Rongrong's shocked face, trembling eyes, and moist eyes, "Is there something wrong with your practice? Or is your injury recurring..."

Tu Shan Rongrong's voice was a little tearful. She tried hard to suppress her emotions and asked as calmly as possible.

Murong Ji was a little puzzled: "If you don't have it, just practice a magic weapon and give it a try."

As he said this, he walked out of the coffin and started to deal with other things. With enough top-notch materials, Murong Ji began to smelt his own magic weapons.

The next few days.

Murong Ji made a plan, from the refining of magic weapons such as the Zhuxian Sword and the Xuanhuojian, to his future practice of entering the Taoism to the sixth level of Shangqing, and made detailed plans.

Murong Ji extracted the essence of a person-sized red ore and refined it into a palm-sized jade disk.

The appearance is completely based on the style of the Xuanhuojian in the world of Zhu Xian. However, the pattern of the Xuanhuojian has not been completely modified yet, and Murong Ji also needs time to familiarize himself with the properties of the material, so it is not appropriate to lay out the pattern now.

The patterns on the Xuanhuojian and Zhuxian Sword can be upgraded to a higher level, but Murong Ji feels that it is not the right time now.

This level of magic weapon really requires some luck. Sometimes inspiration strikes and it can be perfected in an instant, taking it to a higher level. Sometimes, even if you study hard, the result may not be better than the original one.

Why bother wasting energy and effort to force yourself? Just wait until the time is right and it will be done naturally.

After coming to his senses, Murong Ji re-refined the Fu Long Ding. The current Fu Long Ding is stronger than before. After being integrated with the original cauldron body, it is expected to be able to reach a higher level.

However, it is still inferior to the Hongmeng Tianzhong.

Murong Ji then remembered that the other Fulong Ding had not been taken back yet and was still in the hands of Wang Quan Baiye.

As for the Zhu Xian Sword, it needed the spiritual energy and evil energy to gather into a solid entity before it could be refined. Murong Ji did not plan to gather materials in Tushan. As long as this thing was completed, it would condense the power of heaven and earth in one place, and it would eventually be a wedding dress for Tushan.

What Murong Ji wanted was to return to the Xiaoqingyun Mountain near Tianxuan City. No matter how it was, it was the territory Murong Ji had always kept in mind, and he had an inexplicable attachment to it.

After extinguishing the flame in the furnace, Murong Ji stretched out his hand and grabbed the air. A big red jade disk the size of a palm floated in the center of his palm. The strong fire on it became stronger, and the hot breath did not dissipate for a long time. Instead, it had a tendency to intensify. Murong Ji frowned slightly. This thing was not suitable for refining the Mysterious Fire Mirror.

Xuanhuojian is the essence of the ultimate fire in the world, refined by the witch Linglong. It is scorching but not hot, warm and gentle, not violent.

If we talk about the characteristics of Xuanhuojian, the word "warmth" must be one of them.

Murong Ji weighed the piece of red jade in his hand. This thing could indeed bear the pattern of the Xuanhuojian, but it did not have the property of warmth.

After all, it doesn't quite fit.

Murong Ji sighed lightly, "Forget it, materials are hard to come by, and I don't know when I'll find the right materials next time."

"When refining, you need to go slower and set some patterns to soothe the fire evil..."

No matter what the idea is, it cannot be accomplished in a short period of time.

Murong Ji was no longer in a hurry.

After lunch, I felt a bit bored.

He conceived and improved the patterns of the two magic weapons, the Zhuxian Sword and the Xuanhuojian, and further improved and recorded his inspiration.

When he came to his senses, it was already night. Murong Ji walked towards the coffin and had just laid down. Before he could close the lid, a green light flashed and Tushan Rongrong squeezed in.

Murong Ji's face darkened, "I'm here to practice..."

After Tu Shan Rong Rong came in, she closed the coffin with a "bang" and said, "I am here to practice as well..."

The breathing sound was clearly transmitted to Murong Ji's ears, with a sense of charm. The hot air blew on Murong Ji's face, making him feel a little hot.

Murong Ji could feel Tushan Rongrong's strong heartbeat, and the little girl was a little greedy for that taste...

Tushan Rongrong gently leaned on Murong Ji's chest, looking a little obedient and gentle.

"Get out!"

Tu Shan Rong Rong curled her lips, not frightened by Murong Ji, and sneered: "Pretentious..."

His eyes accidentally glanced around the coffin and he was stunned for a moment.

It was not until this time that Tushan Rongrong noticed that the environment inside the coffin was almost different from that outside. Whether it was the breath of heaven and earth, or many of the things she thought of.

Even the almost unusable star power becomes extremely strong here.

"Haha. You really are practicing. I thought you were hiding from me." Tu Shan Rongrong lay on Murong Ji's chest, looking around the coffin.

"I'm very curious, what's wrong with your brain? Every magic weapon you refine is weird. But in terms of effectiveness, it's no worse than the King's Sword. If the news of this coffin gets out, do you want to drive the human world and the demon world crazy?"

Murong Ji ignored her, and Tu Shan Rongrong said nothing more. Not long after, the sound of clothes rubbing against each other came from inside the coffin.

The waves hit the shore, rolling up thousands of waves. Along with Tushan Rongrong's panting and muffled voice, they all dissipated in time...

Half a month later, after Murong Ji had dealt with the Tushan matter, he made a cart, put the coffin on it, and lay down in it.

"Let's go."

Huang Shiren walked down the Twin Peaks, onto the streets of Tushan, heading towards the outskirts of Tushan.

Not long after walking, he noticed that the weight of the car behind him had changed. He turned around and saw Tu Shan Rongrong slowly landing on the phoenix head of the coffin.

He leaned forward, supported his hands on the edge of the coffin, looked up and ahead, his eyes full of reluctance and unwillingness, as if he was measuring the distance between the coffin and Tushan.

Huang Shiren turned his head away and pretended not to see anything. He grew up with these two people.

From the moment he was stolen from Xiaojiazhuang by Murong Ji as a man, his experiences along the way transformed him from a confused beast to a smart monster.

All the experiences of these three people in their travels in the world are unforgettable.

It can almost be said that Huang Shiren watched the relationship between the two of them grow.

But a lot of things don’t make sense.

Matters of the heart cannot be explained. If you like someone, you like him. If you don’t feel anything, you don’t feel anything.

Murong Ji didn't dislike Tushan Rongrong, but it was not the kind of love that Tushan Rongrong wanted.

"Oh!" Huang Shiren sighed and slowed down his pace.

“Murong Ji!” Tu Shan Rongrong suddenly called out. After a long silence, no one answered. Then she continued, “As for your legal wife, I… I don’t care, but…”

(End of this chapter)