Ji Hao randomly changed his direction and restrained his sense of power. He flew for a whole day and two nights, then finally stopped. Beside a large city, which belonged to local people, he found a remote mountain, built a small cave on a cliff and settled down.
The five-colored flame had been burning quietly, quietly wrapping the round cauldron in the middle.
The Flame Dragon Sword and the nine dragon spear were both swallowed by the cauldron. The mysterious man floated beside the cauldron, ceaselessly changing his hand motions. Sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, he sent a series of hand motions into the cauldron.
Ji Hao sat beside the mysterious man, carefully watching him.
Ji Hao observed carefully and found that thirty percent of the tool-crafting hand motions used by the mysterious man came from the secret tool-crafting magic taught by Po, but the remaining seventy percent had an indescribable sense of ancientness. Apparently, those were the mysterious man's own creation.
When the mysterious man's hand motions changed, around his body, faintly visible earth, water, fire, wind, mountains and rivers, all kinds of natural phenomena were faintly visible. His hand motions brought up waves of mysterious and indescribable sense of Dao, which made Ji Hao immersed in it completely.
Because of the mysterious man's hand motions and the help of that indescribable sense of Dao, Ji Hao's understanding of Po's secret tool-crafting magic improved at a tremendous pace. Every single moment, countless difficult problems would be solved, and all kinds of magical inspirations would emerge in his heart.
After three days and three nights, the mysterious man finally finished all the hand motions. He drew a circle in the air with his hands, then slowly brought them back to his chest. Two streams of turbid air puffed out of his hands, transformed into a fierce gale, and swooshed out of the small cave.
Seeing the mysterious man finish his work, Ji Hao instantly woke up from that mysterious state of enlightenment as well. He looked at the mysterious man and praised sincerely, "I didn't think that your tool-crafting skills are even better than brother Po's. I didn't know that you had such a great skill before."
The mysterious man shook his head and silently sat beside the round cauldron.
His eyes sparkled with a deep blue light. After quite a while, he looked at Ji Hao and said blandly, "Before, I truly didn't know how to craft tools. When you started learning tool-crafting, I started learning these small skills. However, you and I have different foundations. Therefore, before you learned much, I had already derived my own set of refining tools based on Daoist Po's foundation. "
Ji Hao stared at the mysterious man in a daze for quite a while, then abruptly shook his head and subconsciously yelled out, "Your tool-crafting skill has already surpassed brother Po's? How many years has it been? "
The mysterious man spread his arms and said gently, "I told you, you and I have different foundations and different experiences. Therefore, in some aspects, you are not as good as me. But in many aspects, I'm inferior to you. "
Ji Hao twitched his mouth. This old man was right. How was he inferior to Ji Hao?
He flicked his finger on the round cauldron floating in front of him, and a few faint purple pills flew out. The mysterious man swallowed these pills, and his hazy figure became a little clearer. Glancing at the Gold Crow cloak worn by Ji Hao, he abruptly grinned and said, "This cloak is not bad, but after all, it doesn't have a good foundation. You should find a chance to rob a few so-called ancestor souls and get enough materials. Then, I will help you reforge all your treasures."
Narrowing his eyes, the mysterious man raised his head and looked at the top of the cave, then lowered his head to look at the ground, murmuring in confusion, "Pan Xi has fallen, but where is her spirit treasure? Where did she hide it? "
Ji Hao's eyes shone. Pan Xi's spirit treasure?
Pondering for a while, Ji Hao grinned and said, "Maybe it's destroyed?"
The mysterious man shook his head and responded in a deep voice, "No, I don't feel that her spirit treasure is destroyed. If you can find it, try your best to get it. If it is all devoured by Pan Gu world along with this world, that would be such a shame. "
Ji Hao paused for a second, then helplessly spread his hands. The mysterious man was right, but how difficult would it be to find Pan Xi's spirit treasure?
The mysterious man didn't say another word. Ji Hao had been staring at the cauldron wrapped in the five-colored flame.
Time flew by, and another forty days later, a deep buzzing noise could be heard from the cauldron. The top of the cauldron flew up silently, and the treasure reforged from the nine dragon spear and the flame dragon sword flew out while spurting a raging flame.
This was a purely golden, nearly transparent spear. A scorching golden stream of light had been flowing around it, within which, nine sun-like golden spheres of light had been swiftly rolling and dazzling, dazzling everyone's eyes.
The spearhead of the three-meter-long spear was six feet long, broad and flat, looking more like a half of a sword attached to the spear shaft.
On both sides of the spearhead were a pair of especially sharp crescent moons. These two foot-long crescent moons could be used for hacking, stabbing, and blocking. Ji Hao sent a stream of sun power into the spear, and the two crescent moons darted out along with a loud clang. They transformed into two golden streams of flame, penetrated the cave wall, and left two bowl-sized holes on the thousands of meters thick mountain.
"It's changed, and it's merged with the great Dao of sun of Pan Gu world." The mysterious man proudly looked at the spear in Ji Hao's hands and said, "You can name it whatever you want. Use it well. This is the first time I've ever made a treasure in my life, and I've spent quite a lot of efforts."
Proudly letting out a breath, the mysterious man waved his hand. The cauldron transformed into a colorful stream of light and flew back into Ji Hao's lower abdomen, while the mysterious man flew back into Ji Hao's spiritual space, transformed into strands of gray mist, and disappeared without a trace.
Ji Hao gripped the spear and wielded it for a few times. When he made this spear, the mysterious man took a big half of Ji Hao's spirit blood and merged it with the spear. Therefore, he could control this spear as freely as he wanted, just like his own limbs.
"A name? Look at you … like a spear, with nine golden spheres of light shining like suns in the sky. I'll call you nine suns spear. " Ji Hao grinned and randomly gave this weapon a name. Gripping the spear with both of his hands, he walked out of the cave with big steps, which he had been hiding in for over a month.
Walking out of the cave, Ji Hao threw the nine suns spear into the sky. A golden stream of fiery light swooshed up into the sky, then turned around and dove down. Suddenly, the fiery light transformed into nine hundreds of meters in radius spheres of golden light, hovering around this thousands of meters tall and nearly a hundred miles wide mountain.
With a sizzling sound, the mountain disappeared without a trace in the golden light. All plants, rocks, and sand on the mountain were evaporated by the terrifyingly great heat within a moment, without leaving even a wisp of smoke.
A hundred-miles-wide flat area appeared on the mountain. Countless weak animals and bugs in the soil fell to the ground, huddling in fear and not daring to move.
Ji Hao laughed out loud. Gradually, he raised his head and laughed wildly towards the sky.
Not to mention the great power of this nine suns spear, it could also control it well. It could easily destroy a mountain without harming any living creature in it. This was a spirit treasure that could be easily controlled.
Putting the nine suns spear down, Ji Hao still stood in midair and laughed. From a distance away, a cold and clear voice came, "Earl Yao, you're laughing so happily. What's the good news? Why don't you make us happy too?"
From afar, a cloud flashed across the sky. Miao Yin and Qing Mei, along with tens of their disciples who were wearing long robes, flew over in a formidable manner.
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