Speaking of this demon refining pot, it is also the earliest magical artifact I have obtained, but I have never found the correct way to use it, and even used it to make tea. However, compared with the old guy Huoyun who used it as an urn, I am a witch.

It's no wonder that Huo Yun. At that time, the old guy was dead. Of course, he didn't use the ancient artifact that could not be replaced by dozens of cities as his last home. The most likely person to do this was Huo Yun's junior brother, the old man Fu Yun, who didn't treat me as a good person, wouldn't let me enter the Soul-Suppressing Tower, but he didn't even recognize the artifact. He was really blind.

After returning to Longcheng from the cave, I hurriedly opened my backpack and took out the demon-refining pot and Fu Xiqin, for fear that Xiao Hei would have a little problem. However, when these two magical artifacts met, they started to quarrel like mortal enemies.

"What are you going to save the Beast King?" The old voice said in the demon refining pot: "This Beast King's fate belongs to the West. No one can save him except the Shennong Ding. Why do you care about this little business?"

"Who said I can't save it?" Fu Xiqin said dissatisfiedly: "If this ghost Taoist priest can find the "Jingxin Cihang Great Compassion Curse" and help me restore my divine power, I can save it even if there are a few more beast kings."

"Just blow it." The demon-refining pot jumped a few times and said, "Even if you use the "Calligraphy and Compassion Curse of Jingxin Cihang", you can at best remove the demonic nature of the Beast King's body. By then, his injuries will be healed. But his ability will be gone. Turning a good Beast King into an ordinary black panther, do you have the nerve to say that you have the ability?"

I was sweating coldly when I heard this. It turned out that after using the "Calligraphy and Compassion Curse", Xiao Hei would turn Xiao Hei into an ordinary black panther. Although the purpose of saving Xiao Hei was also achieved,...

"If you have the ability, then you can save me!" Fu Xiqin couldn't control me, and shouted at the demon refining pot: "Don't you claim to be able to refine all living things in the world? If you have the ability, you can learn from the Shennong Cauldron and refine a pot of immortal medicine to revive. If you can't do it, don't yell around there, as it makes me upset. If I had known, I wouldn't unblock you and let you be a teapot for your whole life."

"You said I am a teapot! Believe it or not, I will take you..."

"Do you dare? I..."

"Enough!"

I yelled and looked at Xiao Hei who was still in a coma on the ground. He said to the two "divine artifacts": "Either help me find a way to save Xiao Hei, or just shut up. Believe it or not, I will dig a hole to bury you all. You will never be able to see the sun tomorrow morning!"

"What's the point of seeing that boy from the sun? That three-legged chicken. He likes to sit in a car and run around the sky without any trouble. Back then, he was disobedient and went out to play with his brothers. He called Hou Yi to kill him. He was the same ignorant as he is now. He had a passionate fight with a few sisters Yun. He was in a bad mood and found someone to serve him. He hid behind the clouds and was lazy." Fu Xiqin snorted coldly and said indifferently.

"That's it." The demon-refining pot also got involved: "When Yunluo Xianji ascended the throne that year, she was fascinated by a three-legged chicken. Later, I heard that Yunluo Xianji ignored him, which made the boy not like to show his face in winter, saying that he was afraid of arousing a sad past."

"And there is still..."

When it comes to the sun, these two artifacts seem to be talking and can't stop them. However, what they said is probably related to some ancient Chinese myths. But it just sounds like something is wrong, as if it was maliciously tampered with. I really don't know which game designer made these two artifacts with such personality, and even those nonsensical NPCs were almost beaten by them.

There were more and more black lines on my head, and I finally couldn't help it. I picked up the Fu Xiqin with one hand, grabbed the demon-refining pot with the other, turned my head and walked out.

"What are you doing?" Fu Xiqin screamed in surprise and shouted loudly.

"Find a miner and dig a hole to bury you." A few words burst out from my teeth.

"No!" This time, the two guys finally realized the seriousness of the problem. They quickly stopped the meaningless quarrel that had been made before and said seriously: "Didn't you just want to save the Beast King? Let's think of a way."

After several discussions, without the divine power of the four divine artifacts, such as the Dragon Cauldron, Qin, Seal, Sword, and Pot, Fu Xiqin and the Demon Refining Pot finally came up with a compromise in order to avoid being buried by me, which is to use the Demon Refining Pot's ability to see if they can find an item that can temporarily help Xiao Hei recover his ability.

Since there was no activity for a long time, the demon-refining pot said that it needed some things to practice. Of course, I unconditionally met his needs and found a lot of garbage items for him to practice.

Rather than practicing skills in the Demon Refining Pot, I am busy, because I need to take everything myself. Then I put it in the Demon Refining Pot and keep the things inside slowly changing, just like when I was using Alchemy and Pharmaceutical. The only difference is that I don’t need to master the heat or pay attention to the time, just consider the matching of items.

During the process of refining demons, refining demons also often made a few words with Fu Xiqin, which made me shake my head. Fortunately, my Xuanyuan Sword has no problem, otherwise, I would be afraid that one day I would be unhappy and smash it.

This exercise lasted for almost a week, but the things I refined really made me feel a little amused and crying.

It was obvious that two good daggers were put in, and a teacup was refined. A bottle of small pills and a belt, and the one that was refined was actually a piece of rice cake, which was still rotten. However, this demon-refining pot still picked three or four, and the equipment at low level was not refined, and the potions with poor quality were not refined, and the monsters at the level of ss were not refined, which made me almost kicked it as a chamber pot.

In the end, my demon refining skills were upgraded, and my property was almost wasted by this spoiler artifact.

Looking at the inexplicable garbage on the ground, my patience was being worn out little by little. However, the kind of elixir that could save Xiao Hei was still not at all. In order to refine that thing, I even used the Xiaoyao Immortal Grass that could sell tens of thousands of yuan per plant. If I knew about this, it would be strange if I didn't fight with me.

"Yasha, are you inside?" A knock on the door suddenly sounded, and I quickly put away all the garbage on the floor. But no matter how limited the backpack was, I could only put Xiao Hei into the demon refining pot, then put away important items such as Fu Xiqin and Kongtong Seal, and the rest were still placed all over the ground.

"It's a ghost wolf, is there anything wrong?" I opened the door and saw the ghost wolf standing at my door with Shuang Feiyu.

The ghost wolf looked up at me and said in confusion: "Since you locked yourself in the room as soon as you went online, I heard from my brother that you have collected a lot of high-level and low-attribute equipment and materials everywhere. What are you doing?"

I looked back at the room full of garbage, and shook my head helplessly.

"Huh? What is this?" Shuang Feiyu suddenly stared at a box on the ground and asked strangely.

Looking at Shuang Feiyu's eyes, I saw the box.

"If you like it, give it to you. It's useless anyway." I picked up the box and handed it to Shuang Feiyu's hand.

"Mahjong?" The ghost wolf stared at the box in a daze, raised his head and looked at me like a monster: "You have been in the room for a week to carve this mahjong?"

I'm down!

Do I look so bored? Xiao Hei's life and death are still unknown, and he is still in a mood to carve mahjong.

Besides, although in the Great Eastern continent, I also like to play carving knives when I’m fine, it’s just to miss the way I used to practice carving and practicing killer skills in the past, so how could I do such boring play?

This mahjong is of course a masterpiece made from the demon refining pot. In addition to this, I also have a pair of iron rings for children to play with, a chicken feather shuttlecock, a fly swatter, an old man's joy, a dry tobacco pipe, a broken fan that is even more broken than the fan in Jigong's hand. A jar of stinky tofu that is even more smelly than the old cesspool pit...

Don’t think that these things have any special attributes hidden. I have used the Heavenly Eye Technique to carefully identify all the strange things refined from the Demon Refining Pot, but the conclusion I came to is that mahjong is really mahjong. Apart from smelly tofu, there are no other attributes.

Shuang Feiyu opened the box and looked at it, giggling and said, "Two days ago, Sister Brahma was still saying that her hands were itchy and she wanted to play mahjong. Brother Luohong collected materials everywhere and prepared to make a pair of them for her. If I had known that you had a ready-made one here, Brother Luohong wouldn't have had to work so hard."

"What did you say?" I raised my head and looked at Shuang Feiyu. An Luohong's good institution teacher actually ran to dial mahjong? Is he really full and he has nothing to do?

"Don't you know yet?" Guilang said to me: "That mahjong drawing is really hard to do."

"I still need drawings?" I felt even more strange. A pair of mahjong is a tube, a rope, a Wanzi, from one to nine, plus red, a fortune, a white board, a wind in the southeast, west and north. What is it difficult to do? With An Luohong's production skills, you can even close your eyes, so why do you need to find drawings?

"Yes." Shuang Feiyu said: "At the beginning, everyone thought it was very simple, but these simple things were not made by the system. Not only mahjong, but even chess is also the same. It is said that in the market of heaven and earth, a pair of chess can be sold for more than 2,000 yuan, but because there are few and no drawings, no one can create it himself. It is the drawings in Brother Luohong's hand, and the iron chicken went to a workshop and copied them back for him."

Just because there are few...

These four words flashed through my mind. Scarcity is precious, why didn’t I think it?
Chapter completed!