Chapter 186: Wind Hound Flag, Soul Refining Method

Except for the place where Wang Chuchen stood, the broken ice crystals quickly spread to every inch of the platform. With the flying snowflakes, the entire platform has become a land of ice and snow, becoming the home court of the female crown. In this battle, the female crown has the home advantage and the chances of winning have greatly increased.

The ice crystals are formed by being shattered by sound waves, and have a little resistance to sound waves. No matter how Wang Chuchen plays the flute, the snow formed will not be damaged at all.

Wang Chuchen's eyes are a bit solemn, and his mind power is infused into the sound waves. Although this will consume a lot of mind power, and mind power is rare, but the situation is critical, so he can't care about so much.

The invisible and immaterial sound waves suddenly became substantial under the infusion of telekinesis, from virtual to real. Under Wang Chuchen's magical control, the sound waves sometimes turned into swords, cold and chilling; sometimes turned into beasts, roaring and screaming; sometimes like rivers overflowing, rolling waves, all kinds of scenes were evolved by Wang Chuchen, seemingly fancy but actually extremely powerful. Ordinary disciples don't need to be hit directly by sound waves here, the aftermath alone is enough to make people bleed to death.

The substantial sound waves plowed through the ice crystal ground, leaving clear traces. The ice and snow that the female crown had finally spread out was ravaged by Wang Chuchen.

The female crown was not surprised that her moves were broken again. If it was so easy to defeat Wang Chuchen, it would be too easy to become one of the top ten disciples.

She waved her sleeves, and a green flag appeared in her hand. She waved it towards Wang Chuchen, and the flying snow in the sky roared towards Wang Chuchen. The snowflakes were originally as hard as iron, and a slight touch on the skin would leave a blood mark. Now the snow was powered by the wind, and its power increased several times. Unprepared, Wang Chuchen's Taoist bun was messy, and his Taoist robe was cut with several holes, which made him look extremely embarrassed.

Seeing the nun use this magic weapon, Zhi Tianxuan, who was sitting high in the sky, looked at Shui Yuntian not far away with deep meaning. With his eyes, he could see the origin of this magic weapon. It was a treasure of the Shui family, called the Wind Hound Flag, which was a killing weapon. Now the nun has not fully used the function of this weapon. If her cultivation is sufficient, she can summon a wind beast with a cultivation equivalent to the Nascent Soul stage when waving it, and the wind blades spit out from its mouth can easily tear the mountains.

Feeling Zhi Tianxuan's meaningful gaze, Shui Yuntian stroked his white beard and laughed: "Master Zhi, do you think this is the Fenghu Banner?"

"Could there be such a magic weapon in other families?" Zhi Tianxuan has been in the History Pavilion for a long time, and he knows everything. He believes in his own vision.

"Master Zhi may have made a mistake this time. Although this treasure looks like the Fenghu Banner, it is newly refined and is a replica. It is a mysterious weapon, but it is not a killing treasure, and there is no treasure spirit in the treasure." Shui Yuntian said slowly.

Zhi Tianxuan looked at it again according to the differences pointed out by Shui Yuntian, and found that it was just as Shui Yuntian said. There was no evil spirit accumulated after breaking other mysterious weapons on this mysterious weapon. It was a newly refined magic weapon.

At the same time, although the flag was dazzling and powerful, the wind it blew was overflowing and not gathered, and its power was greatly reduced. This was naturally due to the unfamiliarity of the female nun, but also due to the fact that the magic weapon had no spirit and the incomplete control of power.

Zhi Tianxuan retracted his gaze and said: "It seems that the hall master has put a lot of effort into the competition among the ten disciples this time." Shui Yuntian is the hall master of the Merit Hall. Others often call him the hall master, just like Zhi Tianxuan is called the pavilion master.

Shui Yuntian smiled but said nothing after hearing what Zhi Tianxuan said, and he was obviously full of confidence.

Although this Fenghu flag is a replica, Zhi Tianxuan has a bird's-eye view and can see that the material used is not inferior to the real thing at all. At least it does not lack the most core Fenghu beast spirit, but this spirit is currently locked in the deepest part of the magic weapon. After the envoy refines it for a long time, it can be transformed into the spirit of this flag.

This method of refining treasures is called soul refining, which is to refine magic weapons with the souls of living beings. The method is quite similar to the magic way, but in the case of the human race in the vast world controlling the general trend of heaven and earth, as long as you don’t use the souls of the human race to refine magic weapons, there will be no cultivator who doesn’t know the general trend to kill you.

But since this loophole has been opened, there are many cases of refining magic weapons with the souls of the human race. Not to mention the magic weapons refined by cultivators who want to avenge their enemies and make them immortal, there are many such magic weapons in the hands of the demon race whose living space is constantly squeezed, but there are more such magic weapons in the Taoist sect.

Compared with ordinary refining methods, the biggest advantage of soul refining is that it allows cultivators to not spend endless time polishing and tempering. There is a living soul inside the magic weapon. When the magic power is insufficient, the magic weapon can even fight the enemy on its own. The magic weapon refined by the soul refining method is generally more powerful, but it is also necessary to be careful of the magic weapon devouring the master, and such things are common for soul refining tools.

After listening to the words of the two masters, Wu Yi probably understood that the female crown should be from the Shui family. The Shui family refined a powerful magic weapon for her. Under the suppression of this magic weapon, Wang Chuchen was struggling and gradually lost.

Wu Yi secretly sweated for Wang Chuchen. In his heart, he naturally hoped that Wang Chuchen could win, but the current situation was not good for Wang Chuchen.

However, Wu Yi changed his mind and thought that Wang Chuchen was a real disciple of Lingya. The master would give his disciple some powerful magic weapons. However, Wu Yi waited for a long time and did not see Wang Chuchen use the powerful magic weapon. Instead, he had several more wounds on his body.

Although the wind and snow were fierce and shrill, Wang Chuchen's sound waves also slowed down the wind and snow to a certain extent. Although the situation was unstable, it would not collapse, which was exactly what the nun did not want to see.

This magic weapon was not the real Fenghu Banner, but because of its extremely high quality, she could not fully exert the power of this magic weapon with her cultivation. Even because it contained the formation spirit ban that suppressed the demon soul, she consumed a lot of spiritual energy every time she used it.

Although Wang Chuchen seemed embarrassed, he was not seriously injured. In the long run, the outcome was still uncertain. Wang Chuchen also saw this and deliberately delayed.

"Ha." The nun suddenly spread her white sleeves outside the Fenghu Banner, wrapped in rolling spiritual energy, like a river rolling back, covering half of the sky in an instant.

The robe on the nun's body was also a mysterious weapon, but in terms of power, it was much worse than the imitation Fenghu Banner, but it was also a good means to accelerate Wang Chuchen's retreat at this time.

With the efforts of many parties, the face of the female nun was flushed, which was obviously a sign of unstable spiritual energy, but she could still hold on. Wang Chuchen seemed to have been hit by the last straw. He was hit on the chest by the wide sleeves and took several steps back. His face was pale and blood was flowing out of his mouth.

He still had to use a fake body. Wang Chuchen knew that if nothing unexpected happened, he would lose again. Although the fake body was difficult to refine, it was better than losing his position at this time.

If he was defeated by a non-top ten disciple, he would directly fall from the honorable position instead of moving down in the ranking, just like Yuan Yiyan before.

In any case, he had to survive the challenge of the non-top ten disciples first. As for the internal ranking later, it would be fine to give this position to Pan Wen. There was not much difference between the ninth and tenth places.

Since it had been finalized, Wang Chuchen no longer hesitated. He shook his body and left a fake body on the spot. The fake body was difficult to refine, but it had at least seven points of his strength, or even more, to confuse people and delay time for him to the greatest extent.

Wang Chuchen's real body used the sound waves to disperse and used a sleight of hand to cover up all the breath. He was able to do this because his fake body attracted the firepower of the female priest in front, otherwise Wang Chuchen would definitely not be able to do this.

Wang Chuchen's move not only confused the female priest, but also confused many disciples who were watching. As for the Yuanying Zhenren who was high in the sky, he could not be confused. Most of them had guessed what would happen next, and looked at Shui Yuntian with a smile.

Although Shui Yuntian no longer had a smile on his face, he was not anxious either. He was calm and indifferent, which disappointed the real people who wanted to see him laugh.

The wide sleeves of the female priest hit the chest of Wang Chuchen's fake body, which was sunken. He flew high in the sky and lost his leverage. Even the flute in his hand fell to the ground. The flying snowflakes immediately tore the fake body into pieces. The scene was extremely bloody for a while.

On the contrary, the nun who created all this cried out in surprise, covering her mouth and nose with her hands, unable to believe it. She had no intention of killing Wang Chuchen here, but she could not fully control the power of the Fenghu Banner, which resulted in the result of "killing" Wang Chuchen.

"It's very satisfying." Seeing this scene, a Taoist on a flying boat couldn't help but slap the table and stood up, overjoyed. This person was Wang Chuchen's second junior brother Yun Zhengzheng. If Wang Chuchen died, he would be the eldest senior brother. How could he not be happy.

"Brother Yun, please look carefully again, don't draw conclusions too early. Besides, with the status of the eldest senior brother, how could the master not give him a life-saving Yuanfu? The Yuanling could still escape. Now the life-saving Yuanfu has not appeared. The one who was killed before must be the eldest senior brother's fake body." A gentle voice came from a disciple wearing a Taoist scarf, shaking a feather fan in his hand from time to time. He didn't look like a cultivator, but like a mortal scholar.

After waiting for a few breaths, seeing that it was just as the disciple said, Yun Zhengzheng's face was gloomy, and he said sourly: "Junior Brother Xie still has a far-sighted vision." Junior Brother Xie, Xie Minghui, is a descendant of the famous Xie family. He is good at formation and strategy.

After hearing Yun Zhengzheng's sour words, Xie Minghui smiled faintly and did not comment. As the third disciple, in the face of interests, he and Yun Zhengzheng must cooperate, and they will not break up because of a few words.

Seeing that Wang Chuchen's real body suddenly appeared and caught the female crown off guard, he took advantage of the situation and forced the female crown to fall, winning another game. Yun Zhengzheng couldn't help but say: "Junior Brother Xie, what should we do next?"

"Hasn't the one who fell from the throne thirty years ago not appeared yet? Senior brother, why are you so anxious." Xie Minghui gently shook the feather fan, looking like he was in control.