Zhu Xian: The way of heaven collapses, and I only have one sword!

Chapter 81: Supreme Demon Flower, Undead Abyss Refining Magical Weapon!

As the three flowers spun rapidly, the lights blended and penetrated each other, and the entire Ghost King Sect seemed to be caught in the center of a spiritual power storm. The spiritual energy between heaven and earth seemed to be pulled by an invisible giant hand, frantically converging towards Chen Qiye.

"melt!"

Following Ji Zai's low shout, the light of the three flowers instantly burst out with a dazzling purple light, which made it almost impossible for everyone to open their eyes.

The purple light, centered around Ji Zai, spread madly in all directions. Wherever it passed, space appeared like a shattered mirror, with fine cracks appearing. The Ghost King and the others channeled their spiritual energy, casting a defensive barrier before them. Even so, the powerful impact still made their clothes rustle, and their feet involuntarily retreated. But what surprised them was that Bi Yao, who was closest to Ji Zai, was unharmed.

The grass and trees touched by the purple light were instantly reduced to dust, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of burning. The river in the valley seemed to be cast under a spell, the river water stagnating in the air. Then, the power of the purple light churned it into countless tiny droplets, which floated in mid-air, forming a strange curtain of water.

Ji Zai closed his eyes tightly, his forehead covered in sweat, and immersed himself in the fusion of the magic flower. Deep within his consciousness, Chen Qiye's subconscious was closely connected to him, constantly transmitting to him the obscure yet endlessly profound insights of cultivation. With his tenacious will, Ji Zai worked hard to digest these insights and integrate them into his own understanding of the "Tongxuan Ghost and God Dao".

Within that strange realm of purple light and shattered space, three thirty-sixth-grade magic flowers intertwined and merged, emitting an increasingly profound light. Gradually, the outlines of the magic flowers began to blur, eventually merging into one, forming a gigantic, supreme magic flower emitting an eerie purple light. This magic flower was more than a man's height, its petals layered one upon another, each gleaming with obscure runes. As the runes circulated, the magical waves released shook the entire world.

The Supreme Demon Flower slowly spun, and with each revolution, a stream of purple demonic flames erupted from its stamens. Wherever the demonic flames passed, the cracks in space widened. Under the impact of this powerful force, the Ghost King Sect's protective formation began to shake violently, emitting a mournful buzzing sound.

At this moment, Ji Zai was completely immersed in the fusion with the Supreme Demon Flower. He could clearly feel that this demon flower contained the power to destroy heaven and earth. With just a thought, he could reduce this world to ruins.

After a moment, Ji Zai slowly opened his eyes. A purple demonic light flickered in his pupils, and his entire being exuded a chilling aura. He gently raised his hand, and the Supreme Demonic Flower slowly shrank, flew to his forehead, and transformed into a streak of purple light that merged into his body.

Ji Zai muttered to himself, "I feel like something's missing. Oh, a magic weapon." As soon as he finished speaking, his mind flashed back to the incredibly powerful magic weapons Chen Qiye had used. He subconsciously stretched out his hand, trying to summon even one, but his palm was empty; nothing appeared.

"It seems that I have to rely on myself to find a suitable magic weapon." Ji Zai murmured.

Bi Yao, who was standing aside, was frightened by the earth-shattering power fluctuation just now, but now that she saw Ji Zai was safe and sound, her heart finally settled down.

"Husband, are you looking for magic weapons? There are quite a few rare treasures in the Ghost King Sect's treasury, perhaps there is one that you like." Bi Yao said softly, with a slight tremor in her voice.

Ghost King and You Ji looked at this scene and shook their heads helplessly. They had just gotten married, and Bi Yao's arm was already bent outward, but considering Bi Yao's current state, the two did not say anything more.

"I need the materials and I will refine them myself." Ji Zai shook his head and said.

"These are the refining materials that have been prepared for you a long time ago." The Ghost King said, and with a wave of his hand, several pieces of refining materials emitting a strange luster floated in front of Ji Zai.

A hint of surprise flashed in Ji Zai's eyes. He walked forward, carefully examined the materials, nodded with satisfaction, and then bowed to the Ghost King and said, "Thank you, father-in-law."

The Ghost King waved his hand, a pleased smile on his face. "You are my son-in-law, and you are also gifted. These materials are for you to make the best use of. Refine them well and add a peerless magic weapon to my Ghost King Sect."

"Is there any place with heavy resentment or evil spirits?" Ji Zai turned his head and asked a few people.

The Ghost King thought for a moment and slowly said, "For places with heavy resentment or evil spirits, the Dead Soul Abyss in Kongsang Mountain should be able to meet the needs."

After hearing the name "Death Abyss," Ji Zai nodded thoughtfully. He felt that this place was very familiar, but he didn't know why. "Father-in-law, do you have a specific location?"

The Ghost King nodded, stretched out his hand and touched his forehead, and a stream of light immediately penetrated into Ji Zai's mind: "This is the exact location of the Dead Abyss. Let's go, since you want to refine magic weapons, let's go and take a look together." After that, several people made preparations to fly away.

"No need to go through so much trouble, just watch me."

After saying that, Ji Zai took Bi Yao's hand and gently waved his other hand. In an instant, a space crack as dark as ink slowly opened up in front of everyone. A whistling sound of wind came from the crack, as if it was connected to an endless unknown area.

Ghost King and You Ji were filled with shock upon seeing this. Although they knew Ji Zai was gifted, they had never expected him to be able to tear open space so easily. This kind of magical power was extremely rare, even in the entire cultivation world. "What kind of magical power is this?" You Ji couldn't help but blurt out.

Ji Zai raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a confident smile: "Aunt You, don't be alarmed, this is just an ordinary force of space." After that, he pulled Bi Yao and stepped into the crack first.

Stepping into the spatial rift, a chilly, damp air assaulted their faces, as if countless cold hands were gently tugging at the hems of their clothes. The rift was filled with endless darkness, and the whistling sound of the wind echoed in their ears, like the cries of countless vengeful spirits.

The Ghost King, Mr. Ghost, Qinglong and Youji followed closely behind. They circulated their spiritual power to form a protective shield around them to resist the unknown dangers in the cracks.

Soon, everyone's eyes lit up, and they had arrived at the edge of the Necromancer's Abyss. The Abyss was completely silent. Thick black fog filled the entire valley, and from time to time, strange lights flickered in the mist, like pairs of eyes hidden in the darkness. Eerie roars emanated from the valley floor, as if countless ferocious spirits were struggling and roaring.

Ji Zai frowned slightly, sensing the thick resentment and lingering spirits within the Abyss. A strange excitement welled up within him. He released Bi Yao's hand and slowly stepped forward. As he approached, the spirits within the Abyss seemed to sense a threat and grew restless. Black mist surged toward him like a surging tide.

"Be careful!" Bi Yao shouted nervously, wanting to rush forward, but was grabbed by the Ghost King.

"Yao'er, don't be impulsive. Ji Zai knows what to do." The Ghost King said in a low voice, his eyes fixed on Ji Zai.

Ji Zai, however, seemed oblivious. Magical energy surged through his body, repelling the incoming spirits and mist. He slowly raised his hands, palms facing upward, closed his eyes, and began to mobilize the boundless resentment and spirit power within the Necromancer's Abyss. Instantly, the surrounding darkness grew thicker, and the vengeful spirits' roars were deafening, as if resisting his control.

However, Ji Zai remained unmoved. With the help of the Supreme Demon Flower, he gradually tamed the violent forces. Countless black air currents converged from all directions towards his palm, forming a massive black energy ball that tumbled and spun continuously within his grasp.

Magical energy surged around Ji Zai, forming an invisible barrier in front of him, blocking out all the incoming evil spirits and mist. He took a deep breath, feeling the resentment within the Undead Abyss, so dense that it was almost materialized. This was the perfect source of power for refining magic weapons.

He slowly closed his eyes, his hands forming quick seals. Streams of black magic flew from his fingertips, merging into the surrounding resentment. As if imbued with life, the resentment began to swirl around Ji Zai, forming a massive black vortex. Within the vortex, the screams of the spirits grew increasingly shrill. Bound by the powerful magic, they could not break free, and could only repeatedly attack the edge of the vortex, but to no avail.

The Ghost King and the others stood aside, watching this scene in shock. They had never seen such a unique method of refining equipment. Using only one's own magic power and the resentment of the Undead Abyss, they could construct such a powerful refining field.

At this time, Ji Zai took out the refining materials prepared for him by the Ghost King from the ring.

A piece of black iron, emitting an icy aura, flew out first, drawn by the magic power, and slowly entered the black vortex. As soon as the iron came into contact with the resentment, it let out a sharp cry, as if resisting this evil force.

But under the powerful pressure of Ji Zai's magic, the black iron gradually succumbed, melting and deforming, merging with the resentment. Then, a spirit bead gleaming with a faint green light was thrown into the vortex, its addition intensifying the power within. As the materials continued to merge, the power within the vortex gradually stabilized, and the outline of a flute began to take shape.

The flute is a little over a foot long, and its entire body is as black as ink, with a translucent color, like black jade. When illuminated by light, it can reflect a faint glow.

Without hesitation, Ji Zai bit his finger, and crimson blood instantly gushed out, gathering into a single drop at his fingertip. This drop, imbued with his powerful magic power and life essence, slowly drifted towards the flute prototype, driven by his will.

As soon as the blood touched the flute, it seeped in like a sponge. Instantly, the flute erupted in a blinding bloody light. Within that light, countless wronged souls seemed to roar and struggle. The powerful wave of force distorted the surrounding space. The previously stable black vortex, also violently affected by this blood sacrifice, became violent. The surrounding evil spirits and resentful energy were like enraged beasts, frantically attacking Ji Zai's defenses.

"melt!"

Following Ji Zai's command, the blood and the flute completely merged, and runes on the flute shimmered. The unleashed power shook the entire Necromancer Abyss. The spirits and resentful spirits that had been frantically attacking the defenses gradually calmed under this power, as if they were worshipping this new magical weapon.

The Ghost King and the others watched nervously from the sidelines; they had never witnessed such a bizarre and powerful weapon-refining scene. Bi Yao's face was filled with worry, her hands clenched tightly, not daring to take her eyes off Ji Zai for even a moment.

The moment the flute took shape, the sky suddenly changed color. Thick, dark clouds quickly gathered over the gloomy Necromancer Abyss. The clouds rolled and surged, as if countless electric snakes were darting through them.

"The heavenly tribulation that formed the magic weapon?" Mr. Ghost said in shock. "Legend has it that the more layers of heavenly thunder a magic weapon experiences, the better its quality. And I remember that when those Nine Heavens Divine Weapons were born, they only experienced more than sixty layers of heavenly thunder."

(End of this chapter)