Although Xiaoyuan Peak is small, it still has at least one place for practicing magic arrays.
Wu Er didn't ask anyone else; instead, he drew the magic circle himself.
Although he wasn't very proficient in array formations and weapon crafting, Wu Er felt that he should repair this thing himself.
He pulled out a pile of materials for setting up the formation from his Qiankun sleeve, and then scribbled on the ground until the formation was complete.
To be honest, this formation is really ugly. Many of the lines are crooked and twisted, looking like a child's doodle.
If others knew that Wu Er's formation was like this, wouldn't they laugh their heads off?
Moreover, this crude formation is inefficient, consumes more spiritual energy, wastes materials, and wastes energy.
Fortunately, he had no shortage of spiritual energy, physical strength, or materials.
Wu Er didn't care at all about the waste caused by the low efficiency.
This waste isn't even enough to cover the cost of the cloud boat he destroyed!
The life of the leader of Pengshan Sect is so dull and boring that no matter how much he wastes his time, he can't experience that sense of urgency.
Place the flag in the center of the formation, and then begin to infuse it with spiritual energy.
"The Demon King's heart's blood, the bark of a thousand-year-old spirit tree, the Earth Mother's cold gold lacquer..."
Wu Er haphazardly threw in a huge pile of rare materials, without any regard for the order. Since the quantity was so large, he figured he could make it work no matter what.
After Wu Er used pure spiritual power to refine it for a while, the flag became brand new again, with the small holes and gaps on the edges repaired.
After a while, the flag began to shine brightly!
Suddenly, a beam of light shot out from the flag and into the sky...
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