Gao Wu Arrives

The mountain forest was quiet again, the roar of thunder and the screeching of Corpse Eater were all gone, only the slight crackling sound of colorful flames burning Corpse Eater sounded from time to time, like frying beans.

The Corpse Eaters were all killed, but Xu Xin did not stop. He was still activating the colorful glazed cups, and a large number of flames appeared, covering the hundreds of skeletons scattered in the mountains.

The multicolored flames were burning, and the yellow and black bones suddenly rose into the sky with black smoke. The black smoke was so cold that it made people feel cold all over the body. All frosted.

"What is this doing?" Lin Feng was puzzled.

The Corpse Eaters have been killed, and what are they doing to burn the bones? Isn't this a waste of divine power?

"Dust returns to dust, the deceased should be buried." Xu Xin looked forward quietly, the colorful flames reflected her pure and jade-white face in colorful colors, becoming more and more sacred, almost immortal.

"It really is a fairy, with a benevolent heart." Lin Feng was amazed, and praised after being silent.

They stopped talking, and the fire continued to burn for a quarter of an hour before it was over. When the flames were extinguished, the surroundings did not feel warm. But it is not as cold as before, and it is comparable to the outside world.

The bones are all ashes. Lin Feng is not a person who hurts spring and autumn, but looking at this scene, his heart is inexplicably a little complicated.

These dead people, the fallen bones, hundreds of millions of years ago, may have been a generation of outstanding people, they also talked and laughed, pointed the country, and they also had blood boiling and excited the world, but in the end, there is nothing left, even if they die, there is nothing left. The place of burial, a handful of dead bones, just casually discarded in the barren mountains and ridges, is really melancholy.

But he soon stopped being melancholy, because when his eyes swept over, he saw a faint golden light flashing through the thick piles of fly ash.

"Whoosh!" Lin Feng moved and came here in one step, squatted down, stretched out the thick ashes, and a pale golden skeleton appeared in front of him, only seven or eight centimeters long, very straight, like It's a small piece of a person's forearm.

This skeleton, held in his hand, was slightly cold, like jade.

Lin Feng was amazed. Countless years have passed, and many skeletons have already decayed. They have no divine power and cannot be immortal. However, after the flames burned, there was still such a pale golden skeleton.

He pinched it, and his fingers exerted a slight force, but the result did not shake the opponent, and there was no damage at all.

Obviously, this is a very powerful skeleton, definitely a saint-level wreck, and the best of the best.

"It can definitely be refined into a holy weapon, or a forbidden weapon!" Lin Feng's eyes flashed with amazement, he felt that he had made a lot of money.

Such holy bones are absolute treasures for refining, and for some people, their value is even higher than divine gold.

Divine Gold has infinite growth potential, whether it is the lowest-level cultivator or a god-like existence like Tianzun Realm, all of them can use Divine Gold.

However, if you want to cast a handed down holy soldier, you need 100,000 catties of divine gold to start. And if you want to refine it into a high-quality product, the materials you need are even more overwhelming.

At the same time, the time required is even more terrifying. Like the real self mirror in Qi Fenghuan's hands, it not only used more than one million kilograms of real gold, but more importantly, it has been refined by three generations of grandparents!