Chapter 1144: Retreat and Refine
Luo Li's expression changed. "This is different. This is something that can save your life. Once the entrance to the ruins is opened, take it immediately. Don't let the people in the Demon God Temple notice it."
Seeing Luo Li's serious expression, everyone nodded immediately, "Okay, we'll make a note of it."
Luo Li nodded, "Everyone go and rest."
Soon, only Luo Li and Di Xuanming were left in the tent.
Di Xuanming raised his hand and cast a soundproof barrier. He said in a deep voice, "A-Li, did you add the power of chaos to their pills?"
Luo Li paused for a moment, raised her eyes and chuckled, "I can't really hide it from you."
She spread out her palms, and a wisp of pale golden Chaos Power flowed through her fingertips. "I diluted the Chaos Power and incorporated it into the elixir. It can protect the heart meridian at the critical moment."
Di Xuanming walked over to Luo Li and gently tucked the hair that had fallen on her forehead behind her ears. His movements were gentle and natural. "You've been working too hard these past few days. Go to bed early tonight."
Luo Li raised her eyes to look at him. In the candlelight, Di Xuanming's face was handsome, and his eyes were full of tenderness.
She shook her head gently, "I can't sleep, so I might as well use these few days to refine a few spiritual weapons for Feng Wuhen and the others."
As her allies, Luo Li, they were holding great lord weapons, and some of them were even holding lord weapons. This was a bit too bad.
She is a very kind person, so she gave each of them a Saint King weapon.
Di Xuanming sighed helplessly, his eyes filled with doting, "You're always like this, wanting to do everything to the best of your ability. But right now, you need to conserve your energy for the journey to the ruins."
As he spoke, he reached out and held Luo Li's hand, the warmth of his palm coming through her skin. "Besides, refining so many spiritual weapons won't be completed in a short time, so one night won't make a difference."
Luo Li looked at him, a warm feeling welling up in her heart. "I know, but I always think that the more I can do, the better. This trip to the Great Wilderness Ruins is extremely dangerous. One more spiritual weapon will give them an extra layer of protection."
She gently shook Di Xuanming's hand, "Also, I also want to deepen my control over the power of chaos by refining spiritual weapons."
Di Xuanming understood her persistence and stopped trying to persuade her. "Then I'll stay with you."
Luo Li smiled and nodded, taking out various minerals and magical beast inner cores from the space ring.
Her eyes instantly became focused and sharp, and wisps of chaotic power flowed out from her fingertips, wrapping around the material like a nimble gossamer thread.
Di Xuanming sat aside, staring intently at Luo Li who was refining the weapon.
Luo Li narrowed her eyes slightly. Feng Wuhen's most commonly used weapon was a sickle, so she decided to use the Chaos Soul Fire to refine a sickle for her bones.
The chaotic soul fire at Luo Li's fingertips suddenly surged, and the red flames were mixed with strands of golden light, instantly enveloping the entire piece of black meteorite.
Under high temperature, strange ripples appeared on the surface of the meteorite, and it twisted and deformed like a living thing.
Emperor Xuanming noticed that the surrounding space began to tremble slightly, so he raised his hand and set up several stable barriers to prevent the aftermath of refining the weapon from alarming everyone in the camp.
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A sharp metallic explosion sounded, and fine cracks appeared on the surface of the meteorite. Luo Li bent his fingers and a chaotic force was ejected, merging into it.
In an instant, the power of chaos and the chaotic soul fire intertwined, outlining ancient and mysterious runes in the air.
The moment the sickle's prototype appeared, the spiritual energy in the entire tent surged wildly, and condensed into a small spiritual energy vortex in the void.
"What a domineering prototype of a weapon spirit." Emperor Xuanming's eyes were slightly stern as he looked at the dark golden runes flowing on the sickle blade. That was clearly a sealing array pattern condensed by the power of chaos.
He could feel that this Saint King weapon, which had not yet taken shape, already had the ability to absorb spiritual energy on its own.
Beads of sweat oozed from Luo Li's forehead, but she remained fully focused, adding one piece of rare mineral after another.
She raised her hand and summoned Xuan Yue, using the sword as a guide to inject the remaining chaotic power into the sickle like a silk thread.
As the last rune lit up, the sickle suddenly made a clear sound, turned into a stream of light, circled around Luo Li three times, and finally hovered in her palm. The light flowing on the blade was like a burning galaxy.
"It's done." Luo Li stroked the sickle's crimson blade with satisfaction, "It's really beautiful."
This was the first time she had refined a top-grade Saint King weapon. It seemed that after gaining a deeper grasp of the power of chaos, her weapon-refining skills had also reached a higher level.
Emperor Xuanming was also amazed, "A top-grade Saint Sovereign weapon is truly rare."
Luo Li smiled with her eyes curved, "Of course."
She put away the sickle and began to refine other spiritual weapons.
Wen Xingyan, Xuan Mu, Chen Fuzhou, and Jiang Qi all tend to use sword-type spiritual weapons more often. Qian Ren seems to use spears more often, while Lei Che tends to use heavy swords more often.
I don’t know who the Yao Chi Holy Land and Yun Miao Heavenly Palace will send, but it’s better to refine Fu Yu and Yin Feng, one often uses a staff and the other often uses a sword, just to be prepared.
As for other forces, she thought about it and she didn't quite understand what type of spiritual weapons their young masters liked to use.
She shook her head. "Then let's wait until they are all here."
She collected her thoughts and continued to refine the weapon.
As the night deepened, the chaotic soul fire at Luo Li's fingertips continued to flicker like an eternal sun, making the tent flicker with light.
Di Xuanming stood quietly by her side, occasionally raising his hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, or injecting spiritual power into her to help her calm her mind.
The next day, Luo Li did not leave the tent. She relied on Di Xuanming and Feng Wuhen to pass on a message, while she continued to refine the weapon in the tent.
When the first ray of morning light pierced through the clouds on the second day, Luo Li finally completed the last spiritual weapon - a crystal jade staff with a star stone inlaid on the top that was emitting a soft halo.
Luo Li let out a long sigh, looking at the Saint King's weapon floating in the room, emitting dazzling light, and leaned back in the chair feeling a little tired but satisfied.
Di Xuanming immediately stepped forward and handed her the spiritual tea he had prepared long ago. "You must be exhausted. Drink some spiritual tea to restore your strength."
Luo Li took a sip, the tea fragrance filled the air, and spiritual energy slowly flowed along her meridians, "Ah, comfortable!"
At this moment, there was a commotion outside the tent, and Xie Shiyuan's voice was particularly clear, "Ali! They are all here!"
Luo Li and Di Xuanming looked at each other, then stood up and left the tent.
Only Feng Wuhen, Wen Xingyan, Fu Yu and others were seen exchanging greetings.
Feng Wuhen saw Luo Li and strode over, his eyes filled with surprise and admiration. "Ah Li, I heard you've been in seclusion refining weapons these past two days? You didn't even come out to see us when we arrived."
Luo Li smiled and nodded. With a flip of her wrist, several spiritual weapons floated in the air, emitting a dazzling light. "This trip to the Great Wilderness Ruins is dangerous. This is prepared for everyone."
Everyone's gaze was instantly fixed on the suspended spiritual weapon, and their breathing froze for a moment.
The folding fan in Wen Xingyan's hand fell to the ground with a snap. Xuan Mu's knuckles turned white from the force of gripping the hilt of the sword. Fu Yu's usually cold eyes and brows were suddenly filled with a storm of emotion.
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