Wang Mu pondered for a moment.
Then take a wisp of green leaves and squint slightly in your hands to recognize a red jade in the sea.
Thousand-year-old red jade is the rarest material in happy village mine, which can forge the debut fairy sword.
Compared with this material, the gap between a wisp of green leaves is already a bit big.
For a moment, I saw the body creation, the elixir, and the five-color light from generate enveloped all the green leaves. It was the five-light god gold attached to the surface
At the same time, the other four great elixirs started to run involuntarily and flew into the sea of knowledge. generate produced the same elixir, and the creation simply formed a joint.
Gradually, the green leaves turned into a five-color light and gradually turned into a red jade object the size of a grain of rice.
After a long time, the straight king’s pastoral body was a little empty
A touch of red brilliance is fleeting.
"Done?"
Wang Mu took a gasp.
……
It’s really amazing
However, the amount of transformation is too small, and it’s nothing to transform a thousand-year-old red jade into a grain of rice.
If you want to forge a flying sword, you need a big piece less.
And the consumption of itself is not generally large.
"But … if you can add … always so transformed to … no matter how rare materials, every little makes a mickle …"
"Maybe … one piece can be transformed in a year?"
Wang Mu wanted to think.
The level difference is too large, and the self-consumption of this transformation is naturally not generally large.
Moreover, he is still a gathering of five elements to transform like this.
In the case of the secret case, his brother cultivated the elixir of creation, not to mention that it is very difficult to transform this kind of Taoist-level material even if it is a Chinese material, and it is impossible to transform the roots of Taoist materials.
"About the experiment …"
Wang Muyue Yunhai
Wang Mu came to the sea of clouds again and met the familiar pool of the sea of clouds.
Woman Tan Bianyan sits alone, quiet as water, closing her eyes and fishing. She doesn’t pull the rod and her breath is closed, like a scarecrow.
As if not fishing, but waiting for the fish to hook automatically.
Wang Mu looked at it for a while and felt interesting.
Fishing is supposed to cultivate one’s self-cultivation for Yan Nvxia.
Raise is a quiet.
Fishing is not what she wants for fun.