Reincarnated into a great tree, I will create an immortal kingdom of God

In a flash, dawn broke.

Su Mu went to the kitchen to have breakfast.

The breakfast was ordinary, steamed buns with pickles.

Su Mu was already used to it.

After breakfast, continue to the medicine garden.

After finishing his chores, Su Mu quietly went to Qingniu Town.

He decided to exchange all the golden wound pills he had refined for spirit stones.

This time he did not choose Baicao Pavilion, but chose another medicine shop.

He kept some of the golden wound pills for himself and sold the rest.

A total of eight hundred low-grade spirit stones were obtained.

For Su Mu, this is undoubtedly a huge sum of money.

Five days ago, it was a huge sum of money that he could not even imagine.

Su Mu will use this spiritual stone to buy magical tools.

Su Mu's eyes were burning.

Magic weapon!

This is the dream of all low-level monks.

In the past, Su Mu would never have dared to ask for such a thing.

Now that he has eight hundred spirit stones, he is full of confidence.

Su Mu came to the magic weapon area of ​​the market town.

After entering this area, Su Mu became more cautious and careful.

"Is that a cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining?"

"Seventh level of Qi Refining. Hiss, there is also a top-level Qi Refining master at the ninth level of Qi Refining."

The cultivation level of the monks in the magic weapon area is obviously higher than that in other places.

This is normal.

Except for those monks who are born with powerful backgrounds, ordinary monks are only qualified to come into contact with magical instruments if they have reached a high level of cultivation.

Su Mu's cultivation level is just a small fry here.

But no one nearby came to provoke Su Mu.

There are many hidden talents in the magic weapon area.

Among them are many powerful people who like to hide their aura and pretend to be pigs to eat the tiger.

Therefore, even if Su Mu's cultivation aura was only at the third level of Qi Refining, no one dared to look down on him.

Su Mu wandered around.

Before coming in, he felt rich with eight hundred low-grade spirit stones in his pocket.

At this moment he couldn't help but pursed his lips.

The prices of the magic weapons around him almost made him hold his breath.

The ritual instruments are divided into four grades: lower, middle, higher and ultimate.

But even the lowest grade one would cost four or five hundred low-grade spirit stones.

He suddenly understood why many monks regarded their magic weapons as companions.

It took nearly an hour to choose.

Su Mu didn't choose a suitable magic weapon.

After all, I'm still short of money.

He has eight hundred low-grade spirit stones.

He felt unsatisfied after buying the lower-quality instruments.

He didn't have enough spirit stones to buy a mid-grade magic weapon.

The starting price for those mid-grade magic tools is at least three thousand low-grade spirit stones, which is really scary.

"This is?"

Su Mu suddenly stopped.

A charred wooden sword on a stall nearby caught his attention.

"This is the middle-grade magical weapon, the Wind Returning Sword, and it only costs 1,300 Spiritual Stones."

The stall owner enthusiastically introduced, "If it hadn't been damaged a lot in the fight, it would cost at least four thousand low-grade spirit stones."

"Is it still usable?"

Su Mu said.

Seeing that Su Mu seemed to be really interested in buying, the stall owner cheered up: "Of course, I can guarantee it with my reputation."

"Don't be fooled by him. His wind sword will only last two years at most before it breaks down."

"Old He, your Wind Sword has been here for several months and you can't sell it at all."

Soon, many passers-by came to disrupt the show.

Old man He had a gloomy face.

"Two years?"

Su Mu's mind moved.

For a monk, a magical instrument often accompanies him throughout his life.

If it can only be used for two years, this magic weapon will be worthless to most cultivators.

If it were in the past, Su Mu would definitely not have considered it.

But it’s different now.

He has a vast world to back him up.

He will definitely get more spirit stones in the future.

Three years is more than enough time for him.

Moreover, the power of a mid-grade magic weapon is definitely not comparable to that of a low-grade one.

He now holds a treasure and feels more insecure than ever.

This time Feng Jian just gave him what he needed.

"Old man He, you are not kind."

Su Mu sneered.

Old Man He smiled awkwardly, thinking that the deal was gone again.

Unexpectedly, Su Mu changed the subject again: "Four hundred low-grade spirit stones, I want them!"

Old Man He immediately became anxious: "Sir, you are robbing me."

"Not selling?"

Su Mu pretended to leave.

Old Man He's expression suddenly changed: "One price, seven hundred low-grade spirit stones."

Su Mu didn't intend to dwell on it any further: "Five hundred."

"make a deal."

Old Man He is extremely decisive.

Su Mu suddenly felt that he had made a loss.

However, he did not continue pulling and directly took out five hundred low-grade spirit stones.

Old man He smiled and handed the Huifeng Sword to Su Mu.

Everyone around was whispering.

It was clear from their words that they all felt that Su Mu was being taken advantage of.

Su Mu took the Huifeng Sword and left quickly.

Half an hour later.

Su Mu returned to his house.

He immediately took out the Huifeng Sword and played with it lovingly.

Magic weapon!

This is a magical weapon.

Su Mu actually had his own magical weapon one day.

It’s still a mid-grade magical weapon.

It was like a dream.

The next time, Su Mu's mind moved slightly.

His consciousness once again descended upon the Great Wilderness World.

He had no intention of showing his divine power this time.

He just used the flow of time in the Great Wilderness World to do some things.

Magical weapons need to be refined before they can be manipulated freely.

The so-called refining means using spiritual power to nourish the magic weapon, which is a very time-consuming process.

The Huifeng Sword is a mid-grade magical weapon, so it must be difficult to refine it.

This is also one of the reasons why the Huifeng Sword is not valuable.

But this is not a problem for Su Mu either.

His physical body couldn't make it, but his magical weapon was fine.

As his mind moved, the Huifeng Sword indeed appeared in the small tripod space.

In the blink of an eye, Su Mu spent two days in the Great Wilderness World.

After returning to his physical body, he hurriedly replenished his spiritual power and went to work in the medicine garden.

After staying in the Great Wilderness World for two days at night, Su Mu returned to the Immortal Cultivation World and decided to make pills again.

He also had some medicinal herbs obtained from the Su Mansion in the Great Wilderness.

Su Mu plans to use these medicinal herbs.

He had one pound of hundred-year-old ginseng, two pounds of blood-clotting grass, and half a pound of chalcedony ganoderma.

Enough to refine the Golden Wound Pill twenty times.

There is only about one hour left until dawn.

Su Mu only refined it eight times.

The gains from these eight times were not small.

The last time, he refined four top-grade golden wound pills.

After collecting the Golden Wound Pill and cleaning up all traces, Su Mu walked out.

As he walked out the door, he passed by a figure.

The figure was a middle-aged man with shabby hair and tattered clothes.

Su Mu didn't care about this.

Those great alchemists all have their own alchemy furnaces and special earth fire.

Most of the people who come to the alchemy room to make pills are young alchemy apprentices like him.

The middle-aged man also didn't care about Su Mu.

"What a loss! This time the alchemy furnace actually blew up. Now I can only run to the alchemy room to make pills."

The middle-aged man had a gloomy face.

His alchemy furnace is a top-grade magical instrument and has been with him for ten years.

I didn't expect it to be broken by the furnace explosion this time.

Pushing the door and entering the alchemy room, the middle-aged man twitched his nose.

"The aura of the best golden wound pill?"

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows.

Jinchongdan is a very suitable elixir for beginners in alchemy.

He also started his alchemy career from this alchemy room.

Therefore, he was extremely familiar with the aura of the Golden Wound Pill.

Being able to refine the golden wound pill is nothing.

But the one who can refine the top-grade golden wound pill is no ordinary person.