Chapter 1322: Holy Pot of Burning Wind

The bottom of the canyon.
The surrounding wind keeps blowing.
Even if Xiao Yi's Ziyan Youlong played, it was only tolerable.
If you don't resist these fierce winds, even those in the Saint Emperor Realm will not be able to stay at the bottom of this gorge for too long.
But now, in this canyon land, there are two things that ignore these harsh winds.
One is the fog demon, and the other is the wind holy pot.
The holy pot of wind is only a saint of lower grade.
It stands to reason that even the middle-grade sacred artifact Leng Yan sword trembles when resisting these winds; the lower-grade sacred weapon should not be able to resist these winds for too long.
But you should know that there is a wind evil in the wind holy pot.
The evil wind is the strongest wind in the world.
Like the mighty flame in the flame.
Especially this wind evil, before it took shape, was cultivated by the power of thousands of wind attributes.
At that time, I had compared it, and in terms of rank, this wind evil was by no means inferior to my own several powerful flames.
However, if he does not follow the wind, he has never used this wind evil.
Nowadays, the wind evil in the Wind Sacred Pot, in terms of strength and power, is far less than the harsh wind around it.
These fierce gang winds, the power of each path, is by no means less than the full blow of a warrior above the mid-Sacred Emperor Realm.
But in terms of rank, this wind evil is far higher.
The suppression on the rank, only now has the wind holy pot that can absorb the power of the wind here.
Or to put it more simply, the wind is carrying and absorbing the force of the wind.
As for the fog demon.
The fog demon ‘dwelled’ in the Wind Sacred Pot, which was already contaminated with a lot of wind evil power.
In addition, it itself is an intangible thing, and these winds can't help it.
Therefore, the fog demon at this moment, even if the wind hits it, it does not move, just keeps absorbing it.
An hour later.
The fog demon's body suddenly became more solid, but also more invisible.
Condensed and invisible, these two diametrically opposed attributes appeared on the fog demon at the same time, but there was no conflict.
The so-called solidification is that the misty misty body that has become solidified.
No, or to be precise, it is its cloud-like body, its rank is rising and growing.
That is a qualitative improvement.
"Yun Sha? Fog Sha?" Xiao Yi watched the fog demon change with interest.
However, he had never heard of Yun Sha and Wu Sha.
What is the most powerful and ultimate cloud? Ruoyunyuanjian's Qianyuan cloud?
Xiao Yi didn't know, but for the fog demon, this was a good thing.
As for the so-called invisible, the mist demon of today, after absorbing a large amount of the power of the wind, the breath that it exudes is getting closer to the invisible of the wind.
The situation goes along with it, and Xiao Yi is also looking forward to what point the fog demon will continue to rise in between.
It was another hour later.
The fog demon was still growing, turning his head to look at Xiao Yi from time to time, and murmured "Master".
"Don't look at me." Xiao Yi smiled faintly.
"When you have absorbed enough, you will come back."
Having said that, Xiao Yi glanced at the Wind Holy Pot, his brows suddenly frowned.
On the Fengsheng pot, a slight crack appeared on the body of the pot at some unknown time.
"The grade of the Feng Sacred Pot is too low, and it will not be able to bear it." Xiao Yi saw the problem at a glance.
The rank of Wind Shaman is much higher than the Gang Feng here.
But the rank of the Feng Sacred Pot is just a low-grade holy artifact.
Even if the existence of the evil spirits suppressed the power of Gangfeng, the holy pot of wind would not last long after all.
Xiao Yi's eyes narrowed.
"It only took a few hours, but you can't stop so quickly."
Xiao Yi smiled and shot out a flame in his hand.
At the same time, in the Qiankun Ring, a handful of lower-grade holy artifacts were continuously thrown into the wind holy pot and the flame.
These are sacrificial artifacts.
But with Xiao Yi's current strength, coupled with the high temperature effect of amethyst spirit flame that burns everything, it is not difficult to melt it.
Yes, Xiao Yi is refining equipment.
However, looking at his current methods, it is more like refining medicine.
Just like burning heaven and earth treasures, melting these low-grade holy artifacts, and refining them together with the wind holy pot.
In fact, Xiao Yi had never refined a weapon, nor was he good at it.
A normal pharmacist, in addition to refining pills, also refines some sub-sacred artifacts with different effects.
Such as some puppet balls.
However, real refining weapons, especially some high-level magic weapons, are extremely difficult.
The level of its own means is far above that of refining the puppet ball.
In addition to refining, various restrictions must be laid to allow the weapon itself to exert different effects.
On the other hand, it also requires coordination between material properties and so on.
In short, refining weapons is inherently complicated and difficult.
The coordination between the restrictions, the fit between the restrictions and the attributes, etc., is a daunting thing.
But now Xiao Yi doesn't need to be like that.
He wasn't trying to refine the Wind Holy Pot into a magic weapon.
All he had to do was to improve the material of the Wind Holy Pot.
He doesn't even need any special effects from the Wind Holy Pot.
What he wants is only ‘sturdy’, for sturdiness, it’s sturdy enough to carry more force of the wind.
After a few hours.
The spoils and sacrificial artifacts that Xiao Yi had obtained by straying outside in the past were all burned.
The materials of the sacrificial artifacts were lowered one after another, like a liquid river, swimming around the holy pot of wind.
"Continue burning." Xiao Yi shouted in a low voice.
In the hand, another flame shot out.
Amethyst spirit flame, earth vein golden fire, two kinds of flames, kept burning.
That liquid river is shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the breath it emits is also constantly improving.
After a long time.
The liquid river has shrunk to an extreme point.
"Rong." Xiao Yi shouted in a low voice.
After a few hours.
When Xiao Yi stopped burning, Feng Shenghu suddenly exploded with an aura far beyond before.
"Middle Grade Sacred Artifact." Xiao Yi looked happy.
The low-grade holy artifacts he burned just now were 66 in total.
66 Burn the material of the low-grade holy artifacts and melt them into the wind holy pot, finally making the grade of the wind holy pot reach the level of the middle holy artifact.
It can be clearly seen that the Wind Holy Pot is stronger than before.
The speed of absorbing the power of the surrounding gang wind is far better than before.
Xiao Yi glanced at it, and the evil spirit in the Wind Saint Pot was also growing continuously.
However, what he grows is not rank, but power.
This prison-like canyon land is placed in the inheritance of the main hall.
Xiao Yi has already felt how terrifying the gang wind power contained.
Even if he tried his best, there was no chance to escape here.
It is not yet known how far such surging Gangfeng power can make Feng Shao grow.
At this time, a thought of'crazy' suddenly appeared in Xiao Yi's mind.
Xiao Yi slowly took off his clothes and took off the cloud-born armor.
"Huh, hostile to me? Blast me into this canyon prison?" Xiao Yi grinned triumphantly.
At this time, the fog demon looked at Xiao Yi again, and murmured, ‘Master’.
Xiao Yi sneered, "Don't look at me, me, hard."
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