The poisonous fruit has no roots or stems. It seems to grow in the void and emerge out of thin air. In fact, the aura of the poisonous fruit is connected to the formation and is rooted in the formation.

After pondering for a while, Qin Sang stretched out his right hand, and the poison-proofing light enveloped his palm. He was about to touch the poisonous fruit, but suddenly retracted it, frowning and staring at the poisonous fruit.

He sensed that the poison fruit and the formation energy were actually one body, and taking the poison fruit hastily could destroy the Aperture Eye Formation, thereby shaking the foundation of the entire formation.

During this time, Qin Sang has learned this formation and knows how to repair it. However, the fusion of the two formations is very mysterious, and it is very difficult to repair it after it is damaged.

While thinking about it, Qin Sang's expression moved slightly, and she used her parallel fingers to form a knife and gently scratched the skin of the poisonous fruit. When even a drop of slurry squeezed out, it fell into the jade vase that Qin Sang had prepared.

The light of the poison fruit dimmed a little, and the formation was turbulent, but the disturbance quickly calmed down.

Qin Sang sealed the jade bottle and smiled.

You only need to take away the slurry bit by bit, and no one around you can enter the flower field. It doesn't matter if the spiritual fruit stays here.

Returning to the cave with the jade bottle, Qin Sang tried to refine it, and his eyes suddenly glowed with surprise.

The poisonous fruit sap and flower dew have the same origin, and are actually purer and richer than the flower dew. If you refine the slurry yourself, your cultivation speed may be faster than before!

…

Eight years passed slowly.

"The appointed day is coming soon..."

Qin Sang woke up from trance and remembered her agreement with Master Qi to start armor refining in the near future.

Master Qi has worked hard for the fragments of the true treasure for decades. The hope of success this time is very high, but Qin Sang is not excited about getting the treasure. Instead, he sighs quietly.

After a little tidying up, Qin Sang walked out of the governance altar, took a breath and disappeared.

In eight years, he only went back once to deliver the corpses of ferocious beasts. I wonder what the situation in the world of immortality is like.

It was an uneventful journey, and we arrived at Huzhong Island and met Master Qi in the fire room.

"Fellow Taoist is finally here!"

Master Qi looked a little nervous, but when he saw Qin Sang, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"If Pindao controls the fire for you again, please feel free to do it!" Qin Sang comforted.

Master Qi suddenly laughed, "I have nothing to fear, of course. Even if the furnace explodes, how can I, my fellow Taoist, go to the underworld to collect debts from me?"

Qin Sang knew it was a joke, so he couldn't help laughing and shook his head repeatedly.

Through laughter, Master Qi vented the tension in his heart and asked Qin Sang to close the fire room for the final discussion.

One month later.

The door of the mansion was closed tightly, and Master Qi's disciples gathered in front of the fire room, all with nervous faces.

In the fire room, the square tripod was activated. Qin Sangsi was responsible for controlling the fire. He did not look at the spiritual fire, but the spiritual fire was extremely tame.

Under Qin Sang's gaze, Master Qi raised the fragment of the true treasure and hung it above the square tripod. With his fingers like wheels, he struck out the seals one after another and blended them into the water waves in the fragments.

This refining was different from the previous ones. Master Qi devoted all his life's knowledge to refining the fragments of the true treasure without any distractions. This continued for several days, and it remained the same.

The fragments look the same, but the power of the seal on the surface may have been superimposed thousands of times!

Master Qi cannot hold on until now, so he needs Qin Sang's help.

After the two of them worked together to refine it, the water color of the true treasure fragments became obviously darker. Until the last seal was cast, water waves suddenly jumped up from the cauldron, and the color of the water filled the fire chamber.

"quick!"

Master Qi completely handed over the fragments of the true treasure to Qin Sang, and immediately activated other spiritual materials to refine the armor.

…

After ten months.

The disciples who were waiting anxiously suddenly felt the ground shake, and a mixture of hot and cold power spurted out from the fire chamber. Those with lower cultivation levels turned pale and retreated continuously.

Everyone looked at the fire room door with uneasiness.

In the fire room, the spiritual fire stopped for a moment, revealing two tired figures.

Master Qi held a pair of armor in his hand, his face full of uncontrollable excitement.

The armor is only as big as a palm, has no armor plates, and the entire armor is made of water.

Qin Sang's voice sounded, "This armor was made by the master. Please name it."

Gratitude flashed in Master Qi's eyes, and he hesitated for a long time, as if recalling some past events, with a faint smile on his face, "The poor Taoist lived under Mingshan Mountain when he was young. This armor is called Mingshan Armor. How about it?"

"Mingshan Armor, what a name!" Qin Sang nodded.

Master Qi played with it for a long time and couldn't put it down. He reluctantly handed the Mingshan Armor to Qin Sang. Watching Qin Sang refining it, he suddenly looked up to the sky with an incomprehensible expression and an ethereal tone: "Do fellow Taoists think that the way to refine weapons can lead to immortality?"

He was obsessed with refining weapons, but missed the opportunity to practice.

Is it because he has dull qualifications and does not know his true intentions, or is he really unable to have both?

Qin Sang raised his head and said in a deep voice: "There are three thousand great avenues, and the art of weapon refining is among them. How can we be surprised by the others!"

Master Qi lowered his head sadly and murmured softly: "It's too late to meet fellow Taoist..."

Finally, he sighed heavily, "It's too late!"

…

Two months later.

North of Xingdao Fairy Lake.

Qin Sang and his disciples witnessed Master Qi's escape from the tribulation, and his death under the tribulation thunder.
Chapter completed!