Boom! Boom!
As Wu Bing activated the basic refining technique, the power of blood and Qi in his body surged and roared, condensing into runes that shone with red light.
The scarlet light was dazzling, like small red suns. There were also extremely complicated patterns flickering within, forming exquisite patterns.
After years of practice, the blood essence runes that Wu Bing had condensed were much stronger.
Moreover, he could now condense a total of thirteen runes at once and control them at the same time.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
He extended his hand and pointed. These symbols whizzed out and branded themselves forward. There was a piece of Mica the size of a millstone, a piece of Age Metal that was shining with silver light, a pile of Light Sand that was emitting a clear light, a fist-sized piece of Yellowstone Marrow that was shining with yellow light…A total of thirteen precious materials that he had exchanged from the tribe's treasury with war merit points were all imprinted with runes in an instant.
Boom!
Then, with a terrifying boom, all the materials melted, shining with all kinds of colors, turning into balls of liquid that floated in the air and changed shape.
Wu Bing's face turned serious. The next step was very important, which was to shape the magic treasure.
He had failed this round once before.
"Phew…"
He let out a long breath and allowed himself to enter an extremely calm state. He circulated the refining technique and controlled the liquid to turn into armor pieces and then connect them together.
What he was going to refine was an armor!
He already had a low-grade offensive magic treasure, so naturally, he wanted to forge a defensive magic treasure. In this way, he would have a higher chance of surviving in the battlefield.
Boom!
Just as the armor pieces began to fuse, the blood essence power that Wu Bing controlled suddenly became chaotic. Then, the armor pieces began to tremble as if they were about to disintegrate.
Weaving armor was a very meticulous job. If he was not careful, all his previous efforts would go to waste.
Wu Bing quickly calmed his mind. It took him a lot of effort to calm himself down again. Gradually, the pieces of armor connected, and a piece of armor gradually took shape.
Boom!
In the end, the pieces of armor on the armor gathered together. The patterns on the pieces of armor connected with each other and formed a strange pattern. It was like a rune. When the rune was complete, a terrifying aura suddenly burst out.
The armor shone brightly!
The power of a low-grade magic treasure surged out, shaking the entire stone house.
"Success!"
Wu Bing couldn't help but feel happy.
He reached out his hand and waved his hand, causing the armor to fly into his hand. He gently brushed his hand over the armor, and it gave off a cold and hard feeling. When he knocked on it with his fingers, a clanging sound could be heard. However, when he pressed down hard on it, he found that this armor was actually very elastic, and could fit his body very well. Even among low-grade magic treasures, this armor could be considered a top-grade one.
"With it, I can easily block attacks at the True Immortal level!”Wu Bing thought.
Moreover, this was not the most important thing.
Most importantly, the raw materials used to make this low-grade magic treasure were only worth twenty battle merit points.
? Even if he added in the losses from the previous battles, he only used up 50 points.
And if he sold it, he could at least sell it for 100 battle merit points.
He could earn 50 battle merit points from this round trip!
Previously, he had risked his life on the battlefield to kill a True Immortal realm existence. In the end, he had only obtained 150 battle merit points.
"Making magic treasures is really profitable. No wonder those people from Zhu Rong Tribe are all so rich.”Wu Bing praised.
Of course, he wouldn't sell this armor. He still needed to use it himself. The Sorcerer Tribe's hunt happened once every thousand years. Counting the time, it was probably about to begin again.
Thump!
As expected, not long after, the Kui War Drum sounded. All the Sorcerer Tribe warriors heard the sound and rushed out of the stone house. They gathered in the square and followed the Gold Immortal Sorcerer General to battle.
Wu Bing was already very familiar with the Sorcerer Tribe's hunting. He was even more familiar with it on the battlefield. He still used the old method of hiding behind the crowd and killing the enemy with his longbow.
In fact, he could even deal with Perfected Immortals who attacked him in the process with relative ease.
This was especially true after he had the defensive armor. The attacks of ordinary True Immortals could not cause any damage to him. Therefore, at some critical moments, he would directly rush in front of True Immortals and use the big bow to kill them at close range!
This way, the killing efficiency would increase greatly.
However, Wu Bing usually wouldn't do this unless he had no other choice. He mainly pursued a stable style and tried his best to ensure his own safety.
Very soon, the hunt ended. There were no setbacks. After Wu Bing obtained a large amount of battle merit points, he returned.
After returning to the tribe, he went straight to the treasure house of the Sorcerer Tribe to exchange for materials, and then continued to forge magic treasures.
At the same time, he did not neglect his cultivation. He had been cultivating and comprehending the Wizard Weapon Mantra. With the help of the Xiantian shaman weapon, his cultivation could be said to be very smooth.
Hunting, obtaining War Merit Points and Enhancement Points, then cultivating and refining weapons.
This cycle continued.
Time passed by in the Untainted Land. Unknowingly, thousands of years had passed. Wu Bing had gone on nine Wu Tribe hunts in total, and his strength had improved tremendously.
On this day, in the stone house, there was a terrifying boom. Wu Bing's body suddenly burst out with an extremely powerful and terrifying aura.
The power of blood essence in his body boiled all of a sudden and surged out in a mighty manner. It broke through the simple stone house and drowned the entire Shaman Tribe building in the surroundings.
Blood Qi surged and roared.
A mighty force rushed into the sky and shattered the clouds in the sky!
Thousands of golden vortexes appeared around Wu Bing. The vast power of heaven and earth surged from all directions, forming a vast cloud of vital qi above his head.
Lightning interweaved and thunder roared. The scene was extremely terrifying.
The surging power of heaven and earth formed a huge waterfall that fell from the sky and drowned him before being absorbed by the golden vortex.
This scene attracted the attention of all the Voodoo warriors around. They looked at Wu Bing's current state and were shocked. They said in disbelief,
"Brother Wu Bing has actually broken through to the level of a mid-level Magus Weapon!”
Middle-grade Magus Weapons were equivalent to True Immortals!
After countless years of cultivation, Wu Bing finally broke through the shackles of his realm and reached a new level, becoming a True Immortal.
"So strong!"
The group of Sorcerer Tribe warriors were amazed, and their eyes were filled with envy.
Becoming a mid-level wizard soldier would raise his status in the tribe by a large margin. In the Sorcerer Tribe's hunt, he could kill more enemies and obtain more battle merit points.
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