Takesheng came out of the tent of the Seven Swords and returned to his sleeping tent.
Outside the tent, the pupils were looking at the starry sky.
The tent of the seven knives is not far from Zhusheng's big tent of the Chinese army, in fact, even if it is farther away, it is meaningless.
If Cangtong was already a monk who was still in the realm of illusion before his death, the entire camp was shrouded in his divine sense.
Zhusheng was in the tent of the Seven Swords, and did not use the magic weapon to raise the barrier, which meant that every move she made with the Seven Swords, the pupils were as if she had seen it herself.
When he saw her return, he turned his head to look at her.
His face was wrapped in black muslin, revealing only dark green eyes.
Without seeing the face, it was difficult for Takesheng to deduce his expression by his eyes alone.
Zhusheng looked at the dark green eyes that sparkled in the night for a while, walked over, and asked a question she had always wanted to ask: "How can your eyes be green?"
Zhusheng had also seen other humanoid puppets in the Fu Gong Division of the Changtian Sect.
Although it is not as realistic and delicate as the pupils, it also has human skin and human shape.
The eyes of those humanoid puppets are all black.
Cangtong remembered the guy named Changtian 10,000 years ago.
He broke free from the Demon Lord's mental shackles and regained the freedom of consciousness, and found that the man who had released him had fallen into the Great Array with the Demon Lord.
He has been driven by the Demon Lord for thousands of years, and he is well aware of the danger of the Demon Lord in the world.
The enemy of your enemy is your friend.
Whoever can kill the Demon Lord, he naturally can't watch him being corrupted by the Demon Lord.
In order to fish the guy out, his body fell apart.
That body was refined by the Demon Lord's own hands, and it was already extremely strong, and it still couldn't fight against that big array.
When he fished out Changtian, he was almost about to be destroyed.
Changtian is not much stronger than him.
Before he regained consciousness, Changtian had been trapped in the formation with the Demon Lord for an unknown number of hundreds of years.
The body has been completely eroded by the Demon Lord's breath and cannot be recovered.
In order to repay Cang Tong for saving him, Chang Tian simply pulled out his own bones and re-refined Cang Tong's body.
In the end, there is no suitable material to refine the eye.
Just use this, Changtian said.
Changtian was already empty at that time, and he said that his little Qiankun was also forcibly sealed by the Demon Lord, and he was really poor and white.
Except for his bones, the rest of the materials were now looted by him.
That place was once a battlefield between Changtian and the Demon Lord, and under the black soil, I don't know how many bones were buried.
Entangled with each other, we don't distinguish between friend and foe.
Cangtong is actually one of the bones, thanks to the Demon King's production, reliable quality, he was buried for hundreds of years, not only did not rot, but was freed.
The poor Changtian plowed the ground there, but he also dug out a lot of things.
But his vision is too high, and ordinary objects are not worth it.
Later, half of the broken hairpin was dug out.
It used to be a powerful magic weapon, even if it was broken, it still had a compelling aura.
Hey, this is what I personally refined, and I gave it to the Yuying Nujun of Miaoyin Mountain, and Yuying'er also fell here He sighed, I said that I told her not to come Changtian was stunned for a moment, and said to him, just use this.
The hairpin was inlaid with a piece of jasper, and Changtian cut the jasper in half and refined it into his two eyeballs.
Maybe this is what he was destined to do, after all, Changtian didn't make a fortune for him at that time, and he didn't know his past life and future.
But he gave Cang Tong a pair of dark green eyes, just like his first life.
These days, Takesheng sometimes talks to Hitomi, and she tells him that when she first meets him, he is a damaged puppet that is about to be destroyed.
It was because of those eyes that she bought him with a few spirit stones.
"Like my old friend."
She said.
Cangtong has no body, but he still has a soul and a memory.
He knew who she was talking about.
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But Zhusheng, I don't know he knows.
Takebu didn't know who he was.
She would flirt with other men to show him, knowing that his divine sense could peep.
Whoever she wants to tease and who she wants to control or both, no matter who she wants, she can obviously be unbridled and skillful.
Cangtong was very emotional when he looked at the starry sky.
He didn't know if he should be proud.
Because Zhusheng's methods were personally trained by him over the course of decades.
Of course, it was just fun for him and her at that time, and I never thought that one day, she would use it on other men.
When Zhusheng was with Cangtong, what she said often became self-talk, and he wouldn't answer her questions.
Takeo didn't care.
Cangtong has no physical body, but she has inexplicable affection for her.
She didn't know why this affection came about, but she knew it could be used.
That's enough.
A strong man like Cangtong has no opponent at all in Xiao Jiuhuan.
If he wants something, he can get it, and if he wants to oppose something, she will definitely not be able to do it again.
Fortunately, a strong man like him can't look down on these mortals in his eyes, and he can't look down on this little Jiuhuan.
With an inexplicable affection, he was willing to stay by her side.
Zhusheng felt that maybe in Cangtong's opinion, what she was doing was like a child's game.
But it doesn't matter, as long as he doesn't go out to break the rules of the game and break the balance of power, that's fine.
Zhusheng walked over, sat down beside Cang Tong, and took out a magic weapon.
When she left Changtian Sect, she unceremoniously swept away some of Chong Xin's things.
But not all of those magic weapons or magic weapons can drip blood to recognize the Lord.
In fact, most of the magic weapons cannot be dripping blood to recognize the Lord, but require the monk to refine them with spiritual power and divine consciousness in order to recognize the Lord.
After all, the magic weapon is actually an artifact, and it was not created for mortal use.
"There are remnants of other people's divine consciousness in this piece, I tried it yesterday, but it didn't work."
Takesheng said, "What should I do?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt that the divine sense of the pupils was as majestic as the sea, and she was wrapped up.
Cangtong used to be a monk in the realm of the void, and his divine sense was originally far stronger than Zhusheng.
Later, he lost his body and became the puppet's instrumental spirit.
The key to the connection between the machine spirit and the machine is the core.
All magic weapons have their core, which is the most critical material for refining this magic weapon.
Zhusheng thought that the instrument was the body of the instrumental spirit, but in fact, it was not, the core of the instrument was.
The relationship between the soul and the core is the relationship between the soul and the body.
Changtian re-refined Cangtong's body, which was also refined on the basis of the core of his original body.
And like Cangtong, a living soul that has been sacrificed and refined into a machine spirit is equivalent to being bound to the instrument core, and it can no longer be reincarnated.
In a sense, he can live forever.
No matter how high the realm of a monk is, there is also a lifespan, and when the lifespan is reached, the physical body will eventually turn into dust and return to the earth.
But not in the eyes.
As long as the core is not destroyed, his body can always be repaired.
And unlike the human body, the core will only become stronger and stronger in repeated sacrifices again and again.
In such a long lifespan, there was no physical body to cultivate, and Cangtong could only keep cultivating his divine consciousness and soul.
Therefore, his divine sense has long been far stronger than that of the monk who is still in the virtual realm.
Even Chong Qi was standing in front of him at this time, and he couldn't detect his divine sense.
Naturally, bamboo is even more not.
Therefore, Zhusheng noticed Cangtong's divine sense, which must have been intentionally made by Cangtong.
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Zhusheng felt as if he was being embraced in his arms, and Cangtong's divine sense was too strong, if there was substance.
She also unleashed her senses.
Her divine sense is comparable to that of Monk Jindan, but it cannot be compared with that of Cangtong.
Cangtong's divine consciousness swept Zhusheng's divine consciousness, entangled it for a while, and took her divine consciousness into the magic weapon, personally demonstrating how to erase the divine consciousness left by others, and use her own divine consciousness to refine the magic weapon, so that it can recognize the master.
The pupil wanted to erase the divine sense, but it was only a matter of breath.
He took her to feel it slowly, and it took a stick of incense to finish.
When the pupil's consciousness was retracted, Zhusheng opened her eyes, and her eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky.
Such a small thing would make her so happy Hitomi wanted to kiss the eye and touch the cheek.
But his lips were broken, his hands were used to kill, and there was no more gentle touch.
His eyebrows were lowered and he did not move.
Takebu was satisfied.
She said goodnight to him.
As usual, I didn't get a reply.
The pupils sat on the cold ground, as if the night froze.
Zhu Sheng stood up.
The pale pupil suddenly became aware and gently brushed her cheek.
Zhusheng was slightly stunned and looked down.
The pupils are still like statues rooted in the ground.
But for them, the divine sense can replace the eyes or even the five senses, and it doesn't matter if he looks back at her or not.
A smile appeared on Zhusheng's lips, and he turned back to his sleeping tent.
Using divine consciousness to refine magic weapons consumes not only divine consciousness, but also spiritual power.
Zhusheng's spiritual power is still too weak, and under the guidance of Cangtong, he erased other people's divine consciousness and learned how to refine magic weapons, which has been exhausted.
She rested for the night, and the next day she regained her energy before she really started refining her own magic weapon.
The first thing to be used for the knife was the jasper arm.
The armband has never been taken off since the day it was put on.
Take a bath and fall asleep with you.
The thing had spirituality, contracted or expanded on its own, clinging to the skin, but it didn't feel uncomfortable at all.
The arm was given to her by someone else, and it was also refined by someone else.
All along, she was only a half-master.
It's as if you have the right to use it, but you don't have the ownership.
There was also the man's divine consciousness in the jasper arm, which was gentle and familiar.
He still remembered the first time he felt this divine sense, and he caught a glimpse of her bathing, and she took it at a touch.
Later, this divine consciousness would stay on her for longer and longer, and it would not go for a long time.
Zhu Sheng stroked his arm and arm, feeling the familiar consciousness again, and couldn't help but smile.
Daojun, long time no see.
Goodbye, Daojun.
Her spiritual power attached to her divine sense poured into her arm What Cang Tong could accomplish in one breath, Zhusheng took more than six days to complete.
Chong Xin's divine consciousness in Jasper's arm was completely erased, and the arm was re-refined, truly becoming her own property.
The moment the refining was completed, white light shot out from between the arms through the clothes.
Takesheng unbuttoned his shirt and faded to the crook of his arm.
The jasper arm has disappeared, and the snow-white upper left arm is meandering with green vine patterns like tattoos.
It turns out that it can be like this.
Zhu Sheng felt it, only to feel that the walls and doors between that space and her seemed to have been knocked out, and there was no longer any barrier, and a sense of happiness arose.
The second magic weapon that Zhusheng used to open the knife was her most important magic weapon, her green blade.
Refining the Green Blade is even harder than refining the Arm Chuan.
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The Green Blade is a weapon, very different from ordinary magic weapons.
Therefore, when Chong Xin was helping Zhusheng to refine, he had to infuse more divine consciousness.
This is still under the premise that Chong Xin deliberately suppressed.
Rao is like this, and it still took more than ten days for Zhusheng to refine the green blade.
When the green blade refining was completed, the blade trembled and hummed.
A few people in the camp were awakened in their sleep.
Some of them are generals, some are just ordinary soldiers.
There was even one man who was not even a soldier, but a porter.
These people have different identities and different strengths.
They have only one thing in common, and that is that they are extremely sensitive to killing intent.
Some of them thought they were under enemy attack, and shouted loudly to their soldiers while drawing their swords, but they were dazed to find that there was no movement in the camp.
Some thought they had a nightmare, patted their hearts again and again, turned over and continued to sleep.
Zhusheng's divine sense watched all this, and he couldn't help but slightly curl the corners of his mouth.
Her divine sense swept through the military tent of the Seven Swords, and the Seven Swords had already turned over and crossed the swords, blocking in front of her.
His face was pale, cold sweat was dripping, and his eyes were looking in the direction of her big tent.
Zhusheng waited for a while, and Seven Blades broke in.
Her boy is more sensitive to her killing intent than to her body.
This made Takebu want to laugh.
Seven Blades rushed in, and saw Zhusheng holding the green blade and smiling at him.
The killing intent that woke him up from his dream was indeed here.
At first, this killing intent made him tremble with fear.
Now, this killing intent made him tremble with excitement.
The bamboo life holding the knife made him yearn more than the bamboo life that had stripped off his clothes.
He walked towards her, but she pressed the green blade against his heart.
"Go back."
She raised her eyebrows, "I said, don't bring your head with the surname Fang, and don't enter my bedroom." ” Seven knives' chest rises and falls: "His head, definitely mine" gd1806102: