Chronicles of Ascension: The Path to Immortality

A figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Zhang Xuan felt that this figure was a little familiar.

"Is it a friend or an enemy?" Zhang Xuan was stunned.

He walked over and whispered: "Daoyou..."

The man still stood there and did not look back.

Zhang Xuan felt very strange.

"This Taoist friend is so unkind."

He walked forward a few steps, walked behind the man, and whispered: "Daoyou..."

The man still did not look back.

"Could it be a dead person?" Zhang Xuan thought to himself.

He stretched out his hand and patted the other person's shoulder.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that another person patted his shoulder.

"No, I've been tricked!"

Zhang Xuan immediately drew out the six-bladed sword, injected spiritual power, turned back and stabbed with a sword.

At the moment he turned back, he saw the face of the person behind him.

It was himself.

And the person in front who had not turned around all the time also turned around at this time.

That face, with astonishment, was actually himself.

"Puchi——"

Zhang Xuan stabbed the left rib of the person behind him with a sword.

"Ah——"

Zhang Xuan screamed in pain.

His left rib was stabbed by the person behind him.

At this moment, the space vibration disappeared.

The blue night sky was still in front of him.

The scene just now was like a dream.

But he looked down at his left rib, bleeding.

He took half a pill of Huiyang Shengji Jindan, and his injuries slowly recovered.

"Did you see that scene just now?" Zhang Xuan asked.

Mo Ke did not reply at this time.

"Did you get stunned by the space fluctuation?" Zhang Xuan was puzzled.

He continued to move forward.

In front of him, a village appeared.

The small bridge and flowing water, the mossy stone road, were exactly the same as the illusionary scene he saw in the Bone Desert battlefield.

Zhang Xuan walked into the village.

There was no breath, and no dilapidated scene.

There was no difference between this place and ordinary villages.

The only thing that made him feel strange was a blacksmith shop.

The fire inside was still burning.

"There is still an unfinished bone weapon here..."

Zhang Xuan carefully examined the unfinished bone weapon.

The bone is a leg bone of a first-stage monster.

And this bone weapon is only a low-grade magic weapon.

With the help of the Twelve Heavenly Sounds, he has absorbed the Dao rhyme of casting weapons and comprehended the method of refining low-grade magic weapons.

It can cast low-grade magic weapons 100%.

Unfortunately, he has been busy and has not cast it himself.

As for the spiritual weapon produced by the treasure map of the weapon tree, it is not the way of casting weapons that he has comprehended after all.

Seeing the vigorous flames of the spiritual charcoal below, looking at the low-grade magic hammer placed on the side, and looking at this unfinished bone weapon.

Zhang Xuan felt a little itchy.

He put the semi-finished bone weapon on the spiritual fire.

The bone weapon softened.

He immediately put the bone weapon on the anvil, picked up the magic hammer and began to temper the bone weapon.

The leg bone is the best thing that can be forged into a magic weapon on the first-stage monster.

However, in order to forge a magic weapon, the impurities in the monster bones need to be tempered out.

This is the most challenging part for a weapon forger.

Zhang Xuan practiced the Shami body training, and he was also a physical cultivator, so it was not difficult for him to temper the bone soldiers.

He swung the hammer one by one, and the black impurities in the bone soldiers were tempered out.

After a total of one hundred hammers, all the impurities in the bone soldiers were finally tempered out.

The originally dark bone soldiers had become as white as jade, emitting a warm light.

He put the tempered bone soldiers on the spiritual fire again to calcine.

After the bone soldiers softened, he put them on the anvil again.

This time, he needed to put some spiritual ore in.

The monster bones alone could not be forged into magic weapons, and some spiritual ore auxiliary materials were also needed.

There were hundreds of spiritual ores in Zhang Xuan's storage bag.

He selected two first-level spiritual ores with extremely hard properties, diamond sand and amethyst, and put them in.

Hammer again.

Integrate all the spiritual ores into the bone soldiers.

This step is more time-consuming.

The spiritual ore must be evenly distributed in the bone soldier.

He hammered for another three hundred times.

The diamond sand and amethyst have been completely integrated into the bone soldier.

Under his hammering, the bone soldier has become a scimitar.

The knife rhythm is restrained, with a white halo.

"This is the first low-grade magic weapon I have successfully forged."

Zhang Xuan held the scimitar and smiled.

At this moment, the surrounding space vibrated again.

Zhang Xuan was extremely alert.

"Time and space are going to be disordered again."

The houses in the village began to collapse and twist one by one.

His body also swayed uncontrollably.

Finally, the space stopped vibrating.

Zhang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief at this time.

He looked ahead in surprise.

I saw a thousand-story pagoda, piercing the Milky Way.

"How did you get to this place?"

Zhang Xuan was puzzled.

He walked towards the thousand-story pagoda.

He walked to the door.

He saw a monk standing at the door.

Zhang Xuan himself had practiced the Shami Body Refining Technique, and he could feel that the Shami in front of him had also practiced this technique.

However, he felt that the Shami in front of him had stronger physical strength than himself.

"Donor." The Shami said respectfully.

Zhang Xuan looked at the Shami in front of him warily, with doubts.

"You... have you also fallen into this bone desert illusion?"

"I have been on duty in this pagoda all the time and have never left." The Shami said.

"What exactly is this place?"

"The Thousand-Layer Pagoda."

"I know, I want to ask how the Thousand-Layer Pagoda appeared in the Bone Desert Illusion?"

"I can't say." The monk shook his head.

"Can I go in?" Zhang Xuan pointed to the door of the pagoda.

"The donor just forged a low-grade magic weapon, you can enter the first floor of the pagoda and choose something of equivalent value to exchange."

"This scimitar?"

"Yes," the monk nodded.

"Okay."

Zhang Xuan went directly into the pagoda.

On the first floor of the pagoda, the lights were brilliant.

It was divided into hundreds of rooms.

Energetic pills, exercises, weapon casting, talismans, etc., were classified into different categories.

At the door of each room, there was a monk standing.

He entered the elixir room, and the monk stationed in the elixir room didn't care about him.

The space inside was very large, with hundreds of shelves.

Each shelf was filled with elixirs.

Qi-inducing pills, true essence pills, nourishing spirit pills, rhyme fire pills, cold essence pills, etc., were all first-level low-grade pills.

Among them was a kind of elixir that he was very familiar with - the Qi-restoring elixir.

"There are quite a few types of elixirs, but unfortunately the grade is a bit low."

With Zhang Xuan's current perspective, he really looked down on these first-grade inferior elixirs.

After leaving the elixir room, he entered the talisman room again.

There were various talismans inside, but they were all first-grade inferior.

Zhang Xuan sighed and walked out.

Then, he walked into the weapons room, the formation room and other rooms one after another, all of which were first-grade inferior.

These things were useless to Zhang Xuan.

When Zhang Xuan was disappointed, he saw a "spiritual seed room".

He walked in.

There were thousands of different spiritual medicine seeds placed inside.

All these spiritual medicines were first-grade inferior.

However, many of them were already extinct and only existed in the legends of the ancient times. I didn't expect to see them here.