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Xiao Lin was slightly surprised, but his face remained calm. He looked at the gray mine and asked Wang Liu, "What are those?"

Wang Liu followed his gaze, was stunned for a moment, and then said, "You're asking about the slag mountain."

"Many years ago, the news that there was a black gold mine under Black Rock City attracted all the major sects—"

It seemed that he was about to recite the history of Black Rock City in a long speech.

Qi Wu Yue interrupted him without hesitation, "We know these, let's talk about the rest."

Wang Liu said: "Oh."

"Later, the black gold mine was divided up by the four victorious factions. Because the ore output was huge and transportation was inconvenient, the four factions invested money to build a giant copper furnace in the area and recruited a large number of weapon-refining monks to refine the black gold.

Black smoke billowed, the fire burned without stopping, ore was thrown into the copper furnace and refined day and night.

The refined ores left behind fragments of slag that were difficult to extract. Over the years, they piled up like a mountain in the city.

The strange golden inheritance in Xiao Lin's sea of ​​consciousness had become so hot that it could not be ignored.

He pressed his brows, and unnoticeably injected a stream of cool spiritual energy into his sea of ​​consciousness to calm it down, and said, "Take us to see it."

Wang Liu did not dare to delay and immediately took them to the gray mine.

Before my eyes was gray slag that had accumulated for decades, thousands of feet high and stretching for miles, like a gray mountain piercing the sky, towering into the clouds.

The closer it gets to the gray mine, the more restless the golden inheritance ball becomes.

When we arrived at the foot of the gray waste mountain, the golden ball seemed to come alive.

Xiao Lin's heart was filled with shock and the inheritance ball was changing!

The golden ball seemed to melt and turned into a ball of golden liquid.

The little ball's consciousness urged him to move forward in his sea of ​​​​consciousness. At the same time, his behavior seemed to be out of control, and he leaned over and grabbed a handful of slag.

The black gold ore that had been refined in the copper furnace had long lost all the black gold, leaving only gray slag as fine as sand.

The transparent slag has dirty gray impurities, so it looks light gray.

There was nothing unusual about this. The slag was just ordinary waste and didn't seem to have any value at all.

But why is there such a drastic reaction to inheritance?

Before he could wonder, the golden liquid in his sea of ​​consciousness had begun to reshape itself, as if it was casting a magical weapon.

At the same time, the Phoenix True Fire in the palm of his hand started to circulate on its own, spontaneously burning the slag.

The golden-red flames wrapped around the gray slag and burned fiercely. The temperature was so high that the surrounding air seemed to melt.

If the Phoenix True Fire was not immune to its master, there would be nothing left of his hand.

After a while, the golden-red flames faded and the gray slag was burned to ashes.

Nothing remains.

No, it's not that there is nothing left.

A tiny, extremely thin wisp of gray mist was floating in the center of his palm. It was so little and so thin that it would have been almost impossible to detect if it weren't for his extraordinary eyesight.

At this time, the golden ball was finally reshaped and turned into the shape of a small hammer.

This is... a miniature casting hammer!

The weapon refining inheritance suddenly mutated into a casting hammer. If this could be considered reasonable, the source of the mutation was actually a mountain of slag, or rather, the gray mist in the slag.

Could it be that the gray mist is a kind of refining material?

However, what kind of precious refining materials can directly trigger changes in inheritance?

Xiao Lin thought about it and tried to probe a trace of his spiritual consciousness into the golden hammer to communicate with it.

Suddenly, a flood of information flooded into his mind, including all kinds of information about weapon refining and the origin and function of the gray mist.

Now he had no time to look through the massive amount of information one by one, but one thing was very clear.

Even though the grey mist is extremely precious and its value is inestimable, the most important thing now is how to take away the mountain of slag in front of us.

Xiao Lin quickly communicated with Qi Wuyue to introduce the changes that had just occurred in the inheritance, and asked Wang Liu: "Does this gray slag have an owner?"

Wang Liu was shocked. From what he said, it seemed that this alchemist wanted these waste slags that were like garbage?

What good is this?

Used to make medicinal soil?

That can't be possible. What the medicinal soil needs are the elements in the black gold. All the black gold has been refined, and what's left is just waste, which has no value at all.

Thinking of this, he even looked at Xiao Lin with a rather strange look.

How this alchemist buys things is just like helping the poor.

First there was a pile of weed-like hedgehog grass. At least the hedgehog grass was somewhat useful, but this slag... was pure garbage.

There's grass and garbage everywhere, it's just... it's hard to understand.

However, he didn't dare to speak out his true feelings.

He has a lot of spirit stones and can buy whatever he wants. Maybe I have a narrow vision and there are uses for them that he doesn't know about.

Wang Liu then explained honestly: "They are all ownerless things. They are just some abandoned slag, which are just a nuisance in Black Stone City.

Not only is it useless, it also takes up a large area of ​​vacant land. If it weren't for the heavy workload of moving it, many shop owners would have cleared it out of the city long ago. After all, this is ownerless land."

Xiao Lin felt slightly relieved.

However, it’s better if fewer people know about the gray mist.

Xiao Lin took out a bottle of Guiyuan Dan worth hundreds of spirit stones and handed it to Wang Liu, saying gently: "Now that we have finished this matter, I'd like you to keep an eye on the herbs."

Wang Liu held the pill in his hand and said excitedly, "I'll go right away!"

After Wang Liu left, it was already dark. There was no rush with the gray slag as there was still one night to deal with it.

They had been so busy with their mission for so many days that they hadn't even had a proper meal. Now they were finally free.

Under the fiery gazes of Qi Wu Yue and Little Butterfly.

Xiao Lin took out a large cauldron, poured in spiritual spring water, added various spiritual plants and seasonings for flavoring, and at the same time released the divine fire.

Used to cook pot.

When the water boils, the soup bursts into bubbles as big as fish eyes, and the aroma is fully stimulated.

The soup alone is enough to make one's saliva water.

Xiao Lin took out a piece of smooth spiritual meat from the mustard seed ring and put it into the cauldron.

A quarter of an hour later, the special piece of spiritual meat was completely boiled and melted into the pot of soup. The soup was milky white and its aroma was a hundred times richer than before.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Qi Wu Yue took out a piece of silver jewelry, injected spiritual power into it, and it immediately turned into a light curtain like a barrier.

The coverage area can reach a diameter of ten meters, which can not only isolate the breath, but also illuminate the space as bright as day.

This time, the fragrance could not escape, but was condensed in this space. Snow-white steam rose up, accompanied by a rich meaty aroma.

It smells so good that it'll make your head drop!

The little butterfly's drool was already three meters long, and was flicked away by Qi Wu Yue a second before it dripped onto his robe.

Qi Ertian wiped her saliva and flew to her younger brother Hou Tu, who had remained silent from beginning to end and tried hard to be invisible.

Hou Tu was stunned, her expression still dull.

Looking at the little man in front of him, who was as big as his two palms and had a pair of gorgeous butterfly wings, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes. He didn't know what this thing was.

The little butterfly held her head high and cleared her throat, looking like a dignified leader giving a speech.

But the crystal clear little face is so tiny that it is not intimidating enough.