"Boy, where is this place? What do you want?"
The old man with the plague saw Lu Qing suddenly appear, and he could tell at a glance that the other party was a figment of the power of the soul.
His face suddenly changed and his heart sank.
I know my guess may have come true.
This place is truly a spiritual weapon space.
Moreover, it is a spiritual weapon space controlled by Lu Qing.
Otherwise, with his level of cultivation, it would be impossible for him to display such a profound magical power as the transformation of soul and body.
"No matter what, old Plague, didn't you say before that I couldn't do anything to you?
So guess where we are now?"
Lu Qing looked at the plague gourd leisurely.
"No need to play tricks, this place is nothing more than another spiritual weapon space."
Old Man Plague sneered.
By now, he knew that it was impossible to deceive Lu Qing, so he naturally didn't bother to pretend to be nice to him anymore.
"Boy, your luck is against the sky. You are just a small Qi Refining Realm, but you can control two spiritual weapons.
But strength cannot last long, such a strong destiny is like a raging fire with fuel.
Be careful, or you might die a violent death one day and fall into an irretrievable situation!"
"You old ghost won't have to worry about this." Lu Qing said calmly, "Since you guessed that this is another spiritual weapon space, why not guess again, which spiritual weapon space is this?"
“No matter what spiritual weapon it is, it can’t do anything to my Plague Gourd!” The Plague Old Man said coldly, “Boy, I advise you not to waste your energy anymore.
If you really want to know about the ancient times, you might consider my suggestion.
As long as you let me go, I will not only tell you things from ancient times, but also teach you supreme magical powers.
In the future, achieving the Golden Elixir, entering the Primordial Spirit, or even becoming an Immortal, will all be possible!"
"What a big tone, you said you were an immortal, you old plague ghost, how come I didn't know that you have such magical powers?
Back then, you were nothing more than a rat crossing the street in front of the righteous immortal sect.
Usually they only dare to hide in the dark and dare not show off.
It's only because of your broken gourd that you have gained some fame.
Now you dare to speak so brazenly, you are really shameless!"
Just when the old man with plague wanted to fool Lu Qing again, a mocking voice sounded all around.
"who?!"
The old man with the plague was shocked that there was someone who knew his origins so clearly. He must be a contemporary of him.
Could it be that he is the person behind Lu Qing?
The old man with plague quickly thought of a possibility.
Then the next moment, he saw a majestic middle-aged man wearing a gorgeous fire robe and with two horns on his head appear in front of Lu Qing.
And with the appearance of this person, the noisiness of the surrounding space was raised to a higher level again.
It was as if the king of space had arrived.
"You are the spirit of this spiritual weapon space!"
As a fellow spirit, Old Man Plague immediately saw the essence of "Flame".
He felt even more uneasy.
The aura emanating from "Yan" was much stronger than his.
This means that the recovery speed of this weapon spirit is much faster than his, and even its essence is stronger than his.
Plus Lu Qing...
The old man with plague suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
"Why, are you scared now?"
"Yan" seemed to sense the old man's emotions and sneered.
“Old Plague Ghost, I didn’t expect you to be so ruthless. In order to avoid the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, you actually took over the spirit of your own spiritual weapon and survived.
However, although you succeeded in taking over the body, your true spirit must have suffered great damage.
Now that I am trapped here, I am afraid that it won’t be long before my true spirit collapses and I won’t even be qualified to enter the cycle of reincarnation! "
The old man with plague's expression suddenly changed.
What he feared most was that Lu Qing would know about this, but he didn't expect that "Yan" would reveal it now.
However, he still pretended to be calm and said coldly: "Is that so? How can a small spirit like you know my magical powers?
You said that my true spirit is about to collapse, so I might as well wait.
Let's see if I will perish if I am trapped here for thousands of years!"
"Old Plague Ghost, you don't have to act so pretentiously here. Let me ask you one more question. Are you willing to open your mind and let me put a soul mark on your true spirit?"
Lu Qing said coldly.
"Don't even think about it, kid. Do you think I can submit to a mere Qi Refining Realm person like you?
I don’t know how many ants like you I could have killed with just a breath.
You are so delusional that you want to refine the true spirit of a powerful Yuanshen. You really don't know your own limitations!"
"Very good." Lu Qing said nothing more, and his figure disappeared in the spiritual weapon space, leaving only one sentence floating in it, "'Yan', move, refine him to death for me!"
Hearing Lu Qing calling his name directly, "Yan" felt even more startled.
But it inexplicably couldn't feel angry, it just felt a chill lingering in its heart.
He did not even dare to delay his actions. He stretched out his hand and endless flames appeared out of thin air in the spiritual space.
His body shape changed and turned into a fire dragon, which coiled around the plague gourd.
"Lihuo Dragon, you are the Lihuo Cauldron of the Lihuo Sect!"
When he saw the Fire Dragon, the incarnation of "Flame", the old man with plague finally realized that he was in the space of that spiritual weapon.
In the ancient times of cultivating immortals, he had no interactions with the Lihuo Sect, so he did not recognize the breath of "Flame" just now.
However, the Lihuo Sect's Lihuo Cauldron is still very famous in the entire world of immortal cultivation.
Among them, the attack method of spewing out the fire dragon and sweeping in all directions is one of the signature features of the Lihuo Ding.
Now that he saw the appearance of "Flame", the old man with plague knew that he was trapped in this spiritual weapon.
This made Old Man Plague a little nervous.
The Lihuo Ding is the spiritual weapon of the Lihuo Sect, and its grade has even reached the level of a mid-grade spiritual weapon.
It is one level higher than his plague gourd.
The most important thing is that the Lihuo Ding is famous for its ability to refine things.
Especially refining equipment and alchemy.
In the beginning, the Lihuo Sect relied on it to continuously refine high-grade magic weapons and elixirs, and occupied a place in the world of immortal cultivation.
Now he was actually in the spiritual weapon space of this ghost thing. This was the worst news for the old man with plague.
If I had known that, I wouldn’t have provoked that kid like that.
A trace of regret flashed through the old man Plague's heart.
Unfortunately, it’s no use regretting now.
Seeing the fire dragon transformed by "Yan" entwining around him, he had no choice but to shrink back and hide in the deepest part of the plague gourd.
He hoped that this spiritual weapon of his could withstand the refining of the Lihuo Ding.
The Plague Gourd was forged by chance by integrating it with a piece of strange iron that he had obtained accidentally.
Possessing a strange ability that even he couldn't figure out, perhaps it could protect him.
The powerful force of fire surrounded the plague gourd, and the fire dragon, the incarnation of "flame", was tightly entwined around the gourd.
However, half a quarter of an hour passed, and the plague gourd did not change at all, as if the surrounding flames did not exist.
"How is that possible?"
There was a hint of disbelief in Yan's eyes.
Although it has not yet recovered from its injuries, its power is far less than one hundred percent of what it was at its peak.
But now, this plague gourd is obviously more damaged than it.
As a mid-grade spiritual weapon, it couldn't even be refined!
"There's something strange about this broken gourd!"
Just as this thought flashed through Yan's mind, Lu Qing's words came from above.
"Senior Yan, how is it?"
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Yan's eyes, but he still told the truth: "This plague gourd seems a little strange. I can't refine it for the time being."
"What should we do?"
There was no trace of emotion in Lu Qing's words.
But Yan felt an inexplicable tightness in his heart.
It thought for a moment and said, "My true spirit has not fully recovered, and I don't have much strength to use. I'm afraid I won't be able to do anything with this plague gourd in a short period of time. I need your help."
"Okay!" Lu Qing agreed immediately after hearing this, "I will use the formation in this cave to help you refine this old ghost to death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, "Yan" felt a powerful formation force being added to the Lihuo Ding.
At the same time, vast spiritual energy poured into the cauldron.
It suddenly became spirited and swallowed up all the spiritual energy without any hesitation.
The next moment, the body in the spiritual weapon space suddenly swelled.
He swallowed the plague gourd in one gulp, and his body began to spiral up, with endless firepower penetrating into the plague gourd.
The old man with plague hiding deep in the gourd was secretly delighted when he saw that "Flame" could not do anything to him.
However, he never expected that the aura of "Flame" would suddenly increase by more than ten times.
His eyes suddenly widened with an expression of disbelief: "How is this possible!"
At the same time, his mind raced as he mobilized the remaining spiritual power to activate the power of the plague gourd to resist.
However, all this was in vain, as it was only seen under the great efforts of "Flame".
The white flames continued to seep into the interior of the plague gourd.
The restrictions that the plague old man had painstakingly refined in the gourd were destroyed layer by layer, and the gray plague air was completely burned and spread into the depths of the gourd little by little.
No matter how hard the old man with plague tried, he couldn't stop it.
"No!"
Looking at the white flames constantly eroding the space where his true spirit was hiding, the old man with plague showed a look of horror.
The soul suddenly sent out a violent wave: "Young Master, I surrender. I am willing to let go of my true spirit and submit to you!"
The white flame that was about to burn the true spirit of the Plague Old Man stopped instantly.
"Yan" also looked up into the sky above his head.
Old Man Plague breathed a sigh of relief.
However, the next moment, Lu Qing's cold voice came from above: "It's too late, old Plague Ghost, I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it, 'Yan', refine him for me!"
This sentence not only stunned "Yan", but also shocked the old man of plague.
He immediately shouted, "Master, it was all a misunderstanding. I was too mean. I shouldn't have provoked you like that.
I know I was wrong, and I beg my master to forgive me this time.
In the future, I will serve my master wholeheartedly and serve him like a dog and a horse! "
In order to survive, the old man with plague even lost his dignity and directly called Lu Qing his master and called himself an old slave.
His humble and flattering attitude left "Yan" dumbfounded.
It knows that these people in the evil world have always been cunning, despicable and shameless.
But I didn't expect that a former great master of the Yuanshen realm could be so shameless just to stay alive.
However, what Yan didn't expect was that
Faced with the Plague Ghost's humble attitude of begging for mercy, Lu Qing remained ruthless.
He just said coldly: "'Yan', didn't you hear what I said? Refined him!"
Hearing Lu Qing's tone, it became even more serious.
"Yan" understood that this person was really determined to kill the old plague ghost.
Instead of just scaring him into submission.
Feeling the dissatisfaction in Lu Qing's tone, "Yan" did not dare to neglect it and immediately urged the flames to spread towards the old man with plague.
"No! Don't!"
The old man with plague didn't expect that even though he had lowered his posture to such a low level, Lu Qing would still want to refine him to death.
He immediately shouted: "Master, I really know that I am wrong. Please give me another chance and become your most loyal servant!
Furthermore, if you refine me to death, the grade of the Plague Gourd will also drop and it will become a treasure.
This is a huge loss for you, Master. I hope you will think twice!"
Unfortunately, his plea for mercy did not get any response from Lu Qing.
In Lu Qing's silence, "Yan" urged the white flame and finally broke through the space where the old man with plague was hiding.
He watched as the white flame, which exuded a terrifying aura, approached his true spirit inch by inch.
Old Man Plague finally gave up hope.
There was a look of madness on his face.
"You little bastard, if you want me to die, then let's all die together!"
After saying this, his mind worked at a high speed, wanting to detonate the core restriction in the plague gourd, detonate the spiritual weapon himself, and die together with Lu Qing.
However, when his mind penetrated into the core restriction, he found that he could no longer activate the power of the plague gourd.
"Want to self-destruct?"
The grand sound of "Yan" spread deep into the gourd.
"Old Plague Ghost, if you had detonated the ban at the beginning, I might not have been able to stop you.
But you were too afraid of death, and my flames were almost burning you to death, so you thought of self-destructing.
Do you really think my power is just for show? Prepare to die!"
As he spoke, numerous white flames invaded the depths of the gourd and rushed towards the true spirit of the old man with plague.
"No!!!"
How could the old man with plague, whose true spirit was already weak, withstand the burning of such a terrible flame that contained a trace of the power of rules?
Without even the slightest bit of strength to resist, he was instantly burned to ashes.
After refining the true spirit of the plague old man to death, "Yan" immediately spat out the plague gourd from his belly and took back all the flames.
Without the restriction presided over by the spirit of the weapon, the grade of the Plague Gourd dropped.
If it doesn't take back its power, this spiritual weapon will be completely destroyed.
Lu Qing's figure appeared again in the spiritual weapon space.
"Young Master, this is the gourd magic weapon left behind by the old plague ghost."
"Yan" handed the plague gourd in his hand to Lu Qing.
Even the way he addressed Lu Qing was changed. He no longer called him "boy".
Lu Qing took the gourd. At this time, the plague gourd was no longer half a person's height, but the size of a palm. It could be held with just one hand.
"Young Master, this gourd seems a little strange. Even my fire can't do anything to it. I'm afraid there must be something else going on."
(End of this chapter)
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