Chapter 810: Start the furnace to refine the Gathering Immortal Banner.

Li Quzhuo took out ten masks and placed them on the table one by one.

Murong Ji felt a bit complicated when he saw these ten masks. These were... the masks that the Mask Group wore when they went out of the circle...

Just looking at the quality, it is no worse than what Murong Ji has. It can be seen that he has spent his entire life making this.

Looking down at Li Quzhuo, he was already at the end of his rope.

Murong Ji sighed lightly. Among the four people who came back from outside the circle, he was the one who suffered the lightest injuries. Although his legs were broken, his foundation was not damaged much.

"Is it worth it? If you are alive, the magic weapons you make will be of great benefit to the Taoist Alliance..." Murong Ji wanted to comfort her.

Li Quzhuo didn't say much, just smiled bitterly and said, "I would like to borrow Brother Chen's furnace to smelt these ten masks. Brother Chen, please..."

Murong Ji waved his hand, put away the ten masks, and pushed Li Quzhuo towards the Huanyue Cave in the back mountain.

He came to the furnace and explained to Li Quzhuo in detail how to use the furnace and some techniques, then walked aside.

Li Quzhuo didn't say much and began to smelt the ten masks.

Murong Ji stopped disturbing him, sat on a chair beside him, picked up a book and continued reading.

Coming back to his senses, he looked at Li Quzhuo. At this moment, he was staring blankly at the ten masks in the furnace, as if he was recalling the past.

Murong Ji returned his gaze to the book, and suddenly felt that something was wrong. He looked up again and saw Li Quzhuo suddenly rushing into the furnace.

Murong Ji was horrified and shouted in surprise: "Li Quzhuo!"

He took a step forward and instantly arrived in front of the furnace. He reached his hand directly into the furnace, trying to grab Li Quzhuo out.

A moment later, Li Quzhuo used some unknown method to block Murong Ji's grab.

"Brother Chen... please."

A voice came vaguely from the flaming sword lotus.

Murong Ji suddenly stopped and stared at Li Quzhuo taking out the remaining nine bodies from the devouring bag. The bodies of Yang Yitan, Wang Quan Baiye, Dongfang Huaizhu, and the others who were brought back from the outside world that year...

Under Murong Ji's nose, the Pure Karma Sword Lotus refined the essence of essence, energy and spirit, the essence of his life's cultivation and spiritual power.

Then, Li Quzhuo Sanyuan, whose consciousness gradually merged with the rest of the people...

Murong Ji stood in front of the stove, staring at the situation inside the stove. He felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He turned around and made a hand gesture.

Help Li Quzhuo to refine the three-element essence of ten people into the innate Qi, and then refine it into the chaotic aura of returning to the void.

[Thank you, Brother Chen...]

Watching the essence slowly split into ten parts and then disappear into ten masks.

Murong Ji understood what Li Quzhuo meant. He wanted to refine ten magic weapons that carry the power of heaven and earth so that he could utilize the abilities of the ten of them.

It was somewhat similar to Huan Du Xing Zhen's method, using himself as the medium of the power of heaven and earth... and also thinking of Murong Ji helping him complete the final finishing work.

Murong Ji sat down slowly on Li Quzhuo's wheelchair, exhaled a breath, and stared blankly at the ten masks in the stove.

It’s hard to describe the feeling in my heart. The masked group that was full of vigor and vitality back then has now become four living dead.

Wang Quanzui is relatively better off, after all, she has a husband and children, and now guarding the border is what she wants.

【Brother Chen...】

The vague consciousness and almost pleading tone in the furnace made Murong Ji feel uncomfortable.

Coming back to his senses, he slowly raised his hand, then gritted his teeth, became expressionless, and with a wave of his hand, endless patterns of instruments were injected into the furnace.

According to the characteristics of the ten members of the Mask Group, the most suitable magic weapons were refined for them. On top of the ten masks, on the foundation refined by Li Quzhuo, dense patterns of weapons spread out.

For several days in a row, Murong Ji stood in front of the furnace, watching the ten masks gradually being completed.

With a wave of his hand, he took out ten masks one by one and placed them on the table beside him.

The anger in the mask slowly dissipated, and Murong Ji let out a long breath, looking at the ten masks on the table with mixed feelings.

Picking up one at random, the mask was lifelike and its quality was not much lower than his protective magic weapon.

However, it seems like a magic weapon nurtured by great men of all ages, and it seems to have been passed down for more than ten generations.

Murong Ji gently touched the lines on the mask, which were Li Quzhuo's spirit and consciousness. I don't know what method they used to preserve the spirits of ten people.

"Why bother...ah..."

With a long sigh, Murong Ji sat at the table for a long time before coming back to his senses. He looked up and saw that it had darkened. He took out a wooden box beside him, packed the rings one by one, and put them into the Qiankun Qingguang Ring.

After leaving the cave, he flew towards the border on his sword. These things should be handed over to Wang Quanzui in person.

A few days later, when they arrived at the border and handed the things to Wang Quanzui personally, she collapsed instantly.

Murong Ji hugged her with some heartache and took her back to the bedroom...

After that, Murong Ji also began to guard the border to appease Wang Quanzui's spirit. Once a person loses his spirit, he will collapse instantly. After guarding the border for several years, he has not paid attention to the news in the circle.

The next morning.

Two people came that Murong Ji had never expected, Dongfang Yuechu and Wang Quanfugui.

Murong Ji glanced at the two people, standing respectfully in front of his table, and then asked, "Why do you still have the energy to come and join in the fun at my place?"

"Master...we are here to borrow the Sword of Royal Power." Dongfang Yuechu said with an embarrassed smile.

Murong Ji waved his hand and said, "The sword of kingship is not in my hands, but in the hands of your master's wife. If she agrees to lend it to you, I have no objection."

Then Murong Ji waved his hand, signaling them to go out and go directly to find Wang Quanzui.

Looking at the two of them from behind, Murong Ji was somewhat silent. Dongfang Yuechu was finally forced to follow the method he had suggested.

Please ask Wang Quanfugui to come out.

It’s a pity that it’s probably a little late given the current situation. How could the heads of those aristocratic families be so easy to deal with?

Otherwise, Wang Quan would not have killed most of them.

When Murong Ji looked up, he saw Qingtong still standing at the door and was stunned for a moment.

Qingtong walked into the room timidly, stood in front of Murong Ji, and bowed respectfully: "Mr. Murong......"

Murong Ji's eyes fell on the box in his hand, and a flash of surprise flashed across his face, "You have woven what I want?!"

"Well, Mr. Murong, please take a look. Do you like it? If not, I will modify it." As he spoke, he placed the box in front of Murong Ji, opened it, and took out the two rolls of cloth inside.

Murong took it carefully and looked at it carefully.

These are two pieces of pure white cloth and one piece of coarse linen canvas, more than one meter wide, more than enough to make banners, and can even be refined.

The other piece of cloth was extremely delicate, silk.

This silk cloth is a little different from ordinary silk.

Amber Red Silk is a magic weapon. It can be worn inside as protective underwear or outside as a weapon. On Qingyun Mountain, Master's Wife Su Ru was famous for this magic weapon when she was young.

Amber Zhuling has great applicability, and its soft nature is as invisible as water.

Murong Ji took a look and found that they all met his requirements and standards.

After changing the pattern of Amber Red Silk, this magic weapon became softer. It is the best choice to wear close to the body to protect the skin and meridians.

"Very good! I am very satisfied." Murong Ji nodded with a smile. After being smelted into magic weapons by him, the two pieces of cloth will be even softer than they are now.

Murong Ji then looked up and his eyes fell on Qingtong. Only then did he realize that her strength had reached the level of a great demon without him knowing when.

"If you can still weave this kind of cloth, you can sell it to me in exchange for some cultivation resources. As for the price, you can name it as you like."

Qingtong bowed to Murong Ji and said, "Thank you, senior."

Seeing that Murong Ji's attention was completely attracted by the two pieces of cloth, he whispered, "I will take my leave first."

Murong Ji nodded.

Looking at Qingtong's departing figure, he slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, which finally made him feel relieved. [After Wang Quanfugui left the Wang Quan family, I'm afraid that resources will be tight... Cultivation is a job that costs money...]

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji looked at the cloth in front of him again. This kind of cloth was not of much use to other people.

It is used to make women's underwear, except for comfort, and has no other function. Even so, it is not a good material for making underwear.

Once it goes through a life-and-death battle, this thing has not been refined and will easily break and expose itself. It would be better to use other fabrics to refine it into a magic weapon, which can be worn close to the body and not be embarrassing.

However, it is indeed of great use to Murong Ji. As long as Qingtong is not dead, she can continue to produce.

Afterwards, he began to design the pattern of the Juxian Banner. Now his means and abilities of practicing Qi have gone a step further, and his vision has also changed.

The original pattern is no longer suitable and needs to be redesigned.

Half a month passed before Murong Ji managed to perfect the patterns on the two magic weapons.

When she came to her senses, Wang Quanzui told her that she had lent the Wang Quan Sword to someone else.

Having nothing to do, after dinner, Murong Ji began to casually read the contents of the memorial. These were all information collected from various forces in the circle.

After resting for half a month, Murong Ji started to refine magic weapons. The quality of the Juxian Banner needed to be higher. After more than three months of preparation, the Amber Red Silk was refined.

After getting some feeling, he started to refine the Gathering Immortal Banner.

It took five years to refine this. Cloth-type magic weapons are the most difficult to refine. This thing is repelled by fire. If you are not careful, it will be burned directly. Want to carve array patterns on it? It is not an easy task either.

There are gaps between the lines, and it is even more difficult to connect the patterns closely.

Therefore, magic weapons made of cloth have always been rare, and most of them are replaced by fur.

(End of this chapter)