MTL - The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post-Chapter 47 Heart

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Converging my heart, Mo Tian sighed, things always have to step by step, and then I feel bad.

This floor is full of Lingshi, but it is temporarily laid for people, and the whole piece of Lingshi is actually more suitable for cultivation than cutting. This magical palace is rich in aura, and these Lingshi are placed, and the aura of the entire fire room is thick and substantial. With the gods of the gods in the sky, you can clearly see the five colors of the aura that float in the air.

Eyes, gaze.

The "Firewood" given by Qing Li only gave him the correct method of cultivation of the body of the gods, and there was no content on the foundation. It looks more like my own cat knows that he is coming, temporarily compiled. As for the cultivation later, Mo Tianyi himself is also a power of the gods, asking others to ask themselves.

The word is the thing, but the word is 惚, 惚兮恍兮, there are elephants, 恍兮惚兮, and there are things.

The achievement of Jin Dan is to step into the ranks of high-ranking monks. To make a knot, you must find your own way.

Looking for a word in the past life, it took him decades. When he was born as a mortal, his family was broken. After he had been repaired, he came back with revenge. For a long time, he thought that his own way was a ruthless way, killing the way, but from time to time he would fall into the demons. Old **** beat him up and handed him a small rabbit, said to him, boy, you look at yourself, really is a cruel man?

It was just an ordinary bunny, soft and small, and the dark round eyes of him were stunned by him, and he kept moving the three petals. Mo Tian can't help but smile. He stretched out **** and touched the "skin" of the rabbit. The old **** grabbed the rabbit and killed it three or two times.

"..." Mo Tian stared at him.

"In the rabbit, laughing like a girl, but also said that he is ruthless!" The old **** baked the rabbit on the fire.

Mok Liao epiphany, raising his hand to beat the old **** meal.

Then, Mo Tianyi began to concentrate on finding his way, traveling around Tai Xuan mainland, and finally realized his way on a certain day.

His way is the way of refining. Everything has its essence, and it has its own dross. Take its essence and discard its dross. It is a refining device. Everyone's way is different. The refiner can also be the way of all the people. The alchemy teacher may also be the way to collect money, and Mo Tianyi, his way is really a refiner, so that the lights are black, many years have been Did not realize it.

Mo Tianqi was born to be born for the refining, practicing the formation method, he can paint the same array thousands of times day and night; smelting the ore, he can stare at the furnace for ten days and a half months without feeling bored.

Taking the essence and going to its dregs is also the way of cultivation of Mo Tianyi.

However, the tree wants to be quiet and the wind is not endless. He is only a whimsy to refine an artifact, and he is surrounded by everyone. His cat, so small, in order to retain his soul, he has torn his own demon, suffering for days and nights for three hundred years. How selfish he is, he should immediately find a mortal who has a spiritual root at the moment of waking up, and find his cat quickly.

"Oh..." The spiritual power in the veins began to be as violent as boiling water, turning back and forth, and a trace of black gas swam away in Lingtai. Worse, it is a devil!

Suddenly, a cool infiltration from the heavens dispelled the black gas, and the violent spiritual power gradually calmed down. Mo Tian opened his eyes and saw a flawless face, his forehead was close, so close to it, you can clearly see the long-lasting eyelashes: "Little claws..." The cat, although not signed a blood deed with him, but dispels the demons and combs the muscles, no worse than other spirits, always appearing at a critical time.

"Stupid death," Qingyi pushed the person away, and sweared. "A golden dragon can still be a demon, other book friends are watching:"

Mo Tianyi "touch" "touch" the nose, look up at the refining furnace, the Xuanyuan Iron inside has been trained, it has been more than ten days! The internal vision of the body, repaired as it is already in the middle of the foundation!

In addition to absorbing aura, cultivating spells and honing the state of mind, and practicing Jin Dan, it is necessary to condense the souls in the base period and make them merge, so that when the knot is done, it is a soul. It is necessary to carry out these items at the same time, and they must not be lower than the accumulation speed of spiritual power.

But for Mo Tianqi, the spell is at its peak, and the state of mind is not the general tenacity. As for the soul, it has long been the soul of the gods, so his cultivation is only the one that absorbs the aura.

Here, the aura is too rich, absorbing one day, equivalent to absorbing one month outside, how can it be unpleasant?

"This is not, you are not here, my heart is not practical." Mo Tianqi was cheeky and wanted to pull his own cat, but was opened.

"The gangsters, then the masters move the manual feet, the door gauges are disposed." Qing Yi raised his hand and slaps him, pulls a cushion from the storage box, puts it in the corner, turns into a kitten, climbs up, hits I yawned. Also took out the last rope made by Mo Tianyi at the mysterious machine and came out to grind the claws.

The cushion is the cat litter made by the previous world. It is filled with the velvet flowers on the Tianshan Mountains and wrapped in snow satin woven from ice silk. Even on a hot day, it won't feel hot. It is most suitable in this refining room. use.

When Mo Tianyi saw that he was enjoying himself, he was not in charge of him.

A large piece of Xuanyuan iron with a fist can only refine a drop of iron juice, and use the soul to pull and gather the iron juice floating in the air. The one thousand kilograms of Xuanyuan Iron that Mo Tianyi bought at the beginning was only condensed into a half-length piece.

The Tongming stone was thrown into the furnace for refining and refining. Mo Tianyi wrapped the palm of his hand with aura, and his hands were combined to flatten the semi-solidified molten iron. The ten fingers flew and quickly became a long strip. The bright stone is turned into fire, immediately recruited, grabbed with fingers, quickly depicting the array on the long iron, even engraved twelve, space, transformation, psychic, gas, twelve superimposed array, each There are overlaps with the previous one. You can't draw a wrong one, and there is no grain to see, all by memory.

After painting, Mo Tianyi sighed and rubbed a sweaty forehead. The spiritual strength of the foundation period is not enough. It is necessary to draw a picture while absorbing the surrounding aura, and in order to get rid of it as soon as possible, he must exhaust his own spiritual power and **** it again. It is very troublesome.

Quickly knead the long iron of the painted method into a knife shape, wrapped it with aura and put it aside, let it cool and cool, and then picked up the falling star stone.

Mysterious black is innocent, if the stars fall nine miles. Falling star stone can refine the spirit of transforming form. It can be big or small, but it can be blunt, but Mo Tianyi takes out the star stone at this moment, not for refining the spiritual treasure that can be changed, just because it is too When the artifact itself was refining, it used the falling star stone to create the kind of "color". In order to fool, ah, no, to satisfy the sage, he must use this material.

Cut a big piece of the palm and throw it into the fire. Mo Tianyi lay down on the ground with exhaustion and looked at the cat in the distance.

In the past, when Mo Xiaozhu was a child, he accompanied him in a refining device. When he saw him practicing for a while, he suddenly fell down. His eyes were devoid of gods. He looked very bad. He thought that he had a scorpion, and screamed around him in anxiously. s face. Just now...

The sound of falling to the ground attracted the kitten who was on the hemp rope, turned his head and glanced at him, then turned back and continued the ramie rope.

Mo Tianyi turned over in anger and anger, spread his limbs and squatted on the ground like a dead fish.

Mo Xiaoqin saw his movement, pushing the hemp rope gracefully, stepping on his head and climbing it up, putting the hemp rope on his back and lifting his claws. The ball rolled down the ridge, just not falling, the cat uncle was satisfied, began to jump on the back and push the ball to play, completely ignore the seemingly exhausted Mo Tianyi.

Mo Tianyi: "..."

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