The Return of the Black Technology of Immortal World

Although the raw silk produced in this way can already be used to weave storage bags, but this kind of storage bag not only has a small capacity, but also will fail soon, Yang Qing does not want to make a one-time thing.

If the storage bag is to be used for a long time, further refining is required to fundamentally change the material of the raw silk.

The refining method is also very simple, that is, to smelt spirit stone powder and raw silk together, so that the obtained material will naturally have some characteristics of spirit stone, and the storage bag woven into it in the future will inevitably be damaged, but not only it There will be a lot of space to support it, and even the use time will be extended from the expected few days to years.

However, this kind of refining method requires extremely high requirements for real fire and refining consciousness, and it is simply not something a practitioner in the foundation period can do.

Moreover, in the prehistoric world, there are too many spirit worm silks to choose from, so there is no need for this tasteless refining method.

Yang Qing is just one of this kind of boring people. In the prehistoric period, he had refined it, and what's more, he is now one of the kind of people who have divine consciousness during the foundation establishment period.

As Yang Qing's consciousness swept away, not far away, a small bag filled with crushed spirit stone powder floated over spontaneously.

The mouth of the bag was opened, and a puff of dust floated out, fixed in front of Yang Qing's eyes like a cloud.

Suddenly, this cloud ignited, but in Yang Qing's spiritual consciousness, it was actually the true essence in his body that ignited a crystal blue flame; the spirit stone powder was churning inside, as if it had turned into a flame part of it, but showed no sign of melting.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Qing's spiritual consciousness picked up again, and a complete raw silk was separated from a bundle of raw silk, floated into the air, and entered the cloud.

As the existence of plasma, flame should naturally have extremely high temperature. Protein products such as silk burn instantly, but Yang Qing's flame seems to have broken this cognition. Not only did the raw silk not burn, even the air In it, even the smell of burning protein does not exist.

The sparkling spirit stone powder in the air was tightly wrapped around the raw silk thread, making it bigger for no reason.

It seems that all the flames are also attracted by the thickened raw silk, in the cloud of slightly white spirit stone powder, like a hovering fire dragon.

At this time, the flame suddenly increased, and the thickened raw silk was burned, as if all the impurities inside were burned out, and it became thinner and thinner, and soon returned to the original level.

By this time,

The flames on it were suddenly extinguished, revealing the silver thread shining inside.

By this time, the refining process was over, and the silk thread fell from the air, but it did not have any stiffness mixed with inorganic substances, and was still coiled softly in a circle.

Yang Qing repeated such steps and refined all the bundles of raw silk, and five hours had passed.

Although there is spiritual energy replenished at any time during the refining process, the true energy in the body will become more condensed after exercise, but it consumes a lot of spiritual consciousness.

Before a certain level of spiritual consciousness, there is no way to cultivate it. It can only rely on rest to recover slowly. Especially in his situation, he dares to consume too much.

Yang Qing rubbed his head, opened the door of the quiet room, and walked upstairs.

Although it was only seven o'clock in the evening, Yang Qing had absorbed the aura all afternoon, so he didn't feel hungry at all, so he didn't plan to finish his meal. He simply washed up and went to bed.

His washing is really simple, just rinse with the shower, his spotless skin makes one can't help but suspect that the water is not even as clean as his body.

After taking a shower, you don't even need to dry it off. With a slight movement of your divine mind, the moisture on your body will automatically escape, and it will flow into the sewer with the dust from a day's work.

Yang Qing walked into the bedroom, the big bed had already been made by Bai Ling, and the temperature was just thirty-two degrees, he got into the bed with satisfaction, and fell asleep comfortably.

In the bathroom that Yang Qing had just left, Bai Ling walked in, rinsed himself well, and then took a mop and mopped it carefully until it was spotless and no water stains could be seen anymore. , then closed the bathroom door with satisfaction, and walked outside.

In a daze, Yang Qing felt a warm body slipping into his arms, and he naturally embraced the person in his arms, and continued to sleep.

When he woke up again, it was already the next day. When the sun rose, Yang Qing opened his eyes. Even though the room was still dark, even through the wall, he still seemed to be able to see a ray of light peeking out from the sky. The silhouetted sun sends out the first ray of dawn in the world.

Although on a planet like Blue Star, the sun never sets for 24 hours, only following Blue Star's autobiography, at a certain moment, the angle between the sun and the ground is at the largest, almost parallel position.

This is the origin of dawn. Theoretically speaking, the sunlight at dawn is no different from usual, but because the red light is scattered through the thicker atmosphere, the morning glow will appear.

But to Yang Qing's surprise, this kind of morning light, especially the first ray of morning light that just appeared, actually has the effect of replacing spiritual energy for cultivation, but the effect is not great, and for Yang Qing, it is almost nothing. He didn't have the idea of ​​using the first ray of morning light to cultivate.

The consciousness consumed yesterday had already recovered after a night of rest. He stood up from the bed, patted Bai Ling beside him, put on his clothes, and walked out the door.

For a foodie, there is no better way to unwind than to eat a meal.

There is also a breakfast shop here, and Yang Qing has seen it before when driving in and out.

He changed his clothes and walked for about a kilometer before he left the villa area and came to the commercial street outside.

This place is already a suburb, although there are not many people coming and going, but there are not so many shops in the morning, in fact, Yang Qing doesn't have many choices.

After finding a breakfast shop that looked pleasing to the eye, Yang Qing walked for a kilometer in good spirits and went home to continue making her own storage bags.

He returned to the quiet room, closed the door, and sat on his cushion again.

In fact, at his level, any sitting posture will not affect the effect of the refining weapon, and there is no need to sit cross-legged, and it will not affect the circulation of the blood. However, his long-standing habits make him feel that sitting like this is more ritualistic. .

Breathing out a few mouthfuls of spiritual energy and adjusting her body to the best condition, Yang Qing's spiritual consciousness has picked up the silk thread and weaved it rapidly in the air.