"Liang Shuai is indeed a master of swordsmanship! Looking at the entire Antarctic Continent now, there is probably no one who can rival Liang Shuai in swordsmanship, right?" Yang Kang said with emotion.
"Fellow Taoist, I'm joking. During the Civil War, how many hidden masters appeared? There are people outside the world, so don't dare to be arrogant."
"Liang Shuai is so humble." Mei Yan smiled slightly and asked: "Now that I have seen these twelve flying swords, is there any one that can catch the eye of Liang Shuai?"
"These twelve swords are all of the highest quality, but no one likes Liang has taken advantage of them. Liang wants to ask two fellow Taoists to make swords for me."
"What?!"
Yang Kang and Mei Yan's expressions changed at the same time.
The two of them frowned, and after a while they said, "Shuai Liang doesn't know something. Since the outbreak of the Civil War, my husband and I have been mentally and physically exhausted. We have sealed the sword furnace and will no longer refine our swords."
"Furthermore, in order to forge the twelve flying swords of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, our Yang family's resources have been almost exhausted. There is really no way to forge more swords for Liang Shuai. Please forgive me."
After hearing this, Liang Yan's expression did not change much. He still laughed and said: "You two, I have brought the materials for making swords."
After saying that, he took out a wooden box from the storage ring and placed it on the table.
“Bring your own materials?”
Yang Kang frowned.
He is a famous swordsmith, and every flying sword he forges is of the highest quality. Therefore, the requirements for materials are extremely high, and the quality, purity, and weight must not be inferior in all aspects, otherwise the sword will never be cast.
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With a skeptical attitude, Yang Kang tore off the sealing talisman on the wooden box, and then gently pushed the lid open.
call!
A cold breath filled the air from the wooden box, and the spiritual flowers and grasses planted in the courtyard withered instantly. It was as if we had entered the coldest winter, and the entire back mountain valley was barren of grass!
Yang Kang looked down and found an ice dagger lying in the wooden box, with two big characters written on the back of the dagger: "Ling Tian"!
"Good baby!"
Yang Kang's pupils shrank and he secretly exclaimed in his heart.
Although he said he would no longer refine swords, he was still itching in his heart. It was just because the resources in the family were almost exhausted and he had to close the furnace as a last resort. It was not due to mental exhaustion.
You must know that Yang Kang and Mei Yan are both famous sword masters in the mainland. They naturally cherish their reputation. If they don't have satisfactory sword-making materials, they would rather close the furnace than make defective products and be embarrassed. Since the Civil War,
After the outbreak, the Yang family's resources could not be replenished. After refining the Twelve Flying Swords of Jiange, there was no more extra material.
Unexpectedly, Liang Yan actually took out such a treasure, which made Yang Kang a little excited.
Mei Yan had been working with him for many years, so she naturally saw how extraordinary this dagger was. The two looked at each other and nodded slightly.
At this time, Liang Yan put away his smile and asked sincerely: "This magic weapon has some special meaning to me, and its material is also extraordinary. Liang wants to refine it into a flying sword. Is there any way you two can do it?"
"Well, the material of this dagger is indeed extraordinary, but it has been cast once. It is very difficult to refine it into a flying sword, but it is not impossible. My Yang family has a secret sword-making technique, you can try it, but
There is no guarantee that it will be successful, after all, there is a high probability that the furnace will explode when refining the magic weapon." Yang Kang said thoughtfully.
"Please two fellow Taoists try your best. Regardless of success or failure, the Yang family has fulfilled its promise." Liang Yan said slowly.
After hearing this, Yang Kang communicated with Mei Yan for a while, and finally nodded and said: "Okay, since Liang Shuai is so sincere, it is hard for me and my husband to refute your face, so I will make an exception for you, and finally say
Turn on the stove once!”
"Thank you, fellow Taoist!" Liang Yan's face showed joy.
Yang Kang smiled slightly and closed the wooden box again.
"Liang Shuai, forgive me for asking. You should also know that the risk of refining the magic weapon is very high. The success rate is only about 30%. And the twelve flying swords in my Yang Family Sword Pavilion are also good. Why do you insist on using this one?
Where is the material of the dagger used to make the sword?"
"Because this dagger has special meaning to me." Liang Yan recalled some past events and sighed softly.
In fact, the reason for choosing Lingtian Dagger is nothing more than three points: First, it is a treasure cast by the senior Tianji Pavilion. As a descendant of Tianji Pavilion, he does not want this treasure to be buried.
Secondly, the spirit of the Lingtian Dagger chose to sacrifice himself in order to deal with the Sky-Swallowing Insect. It was precisely because of his sacrifice that Liang Yan and Wu Xin had the chance to defeat the Sky-Swallowing Insect, so Liang Yan insisted on refining the dagger.
The sword was made to commemorate the weapon spirit.
The last point, and the most critical point, is that the material of this Lingtian Dagger is of ice nature, which is consistent with the power of law he wants to practice next, so this is the best choice.
After hearing this, Yang Kang was still a little confused, but he didn't ask any more questions.
Glancing at Mei Yan next to him, the head of the Yang family chuckled and said: "Well, Commander Liang is a great benefactor to our Yang family. Since he insists on refining this magic weapon, old lady, please take out that thing.
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Mei Yan rolled her eyes at him, looking a little reluctant, but finally took out a jade bottle from her storage ring.
"This is the 'Ten Thousand Years Golden Milk', which can increase the probability of success in re-refining the magic weapon, and can also enhance the quality of the flying sword. If used in the re-refining of Ling Tian Dagger, it can probably increase the probability by 20%." Mei Yan
Said slowly.
After hearing this, Liang Yan felt a little curious. He released his spiritual consciousness, and through the white jade vial, he saw a few drops of light golden viscous juice inside, slowly moving as if alive.
Yang Kang smiled and said: "This is a treasure, no less than your Lingtian Dagger. I think back then Yan'er and I narrowly escaped death and got such a bottle from a secret realm. Now we have almost used it, and only the last few drops are left.
, just use it to help you refine your sword."
"Thank you!"
Liang Yan thanked the two of them, and then asked: "I wonder how long it takes to refine a flying sword?"
"It's hard to say. If it's fast, it will only take about half a year. If it's slow, it may take two to three years."
"I understand, then I'll trouble you two fellow Taoists."
"Haha, don't worry, Liang Shuai, once we start the furnace, we will definitely do our best!" Yang Kang said with a smile.
"Okay, Liang is waiting for good news!"
Liang Yan nodded, stood up from the stone bench, said goodbye to the two of them and left.
Yang Kang and his wife knew that he was the commander-in-chief of the three armies and was busy with military affairs, so they did not retain him and only asked the elders of the Yang family to send him outside the mountain.
After Liang Yan came out, he did not leave the mountains of Bai Jade City. Instead, he activated his escape technique, concealed his aura, and quietly flew towards a towering mountain peak due north.
A quarter of an hour later, we arrived at our destination.
Liang Yan stopped in mid-air, looked up, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
This is a real iceberg in front of me. It is colder than the Yang family's Lingyao Mountain. The mountain itself is made of ice crystals, and it has no popularity at all.
"Thousands of mountains and birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared!" is exactly what is used to describe the mountain in front of us.
However, Liang Yan was not surprised.
He had long heard that the tragic mirror of Bai Jade City lived alone on the top of the snow-capped mountains all year round. She was the only one on the entire mountain, with no disciples, no relatives, and no friends.
This aspect is somewhat similar to Li Yuxian.
The reason why Liang Yan was able to find this place was because not long after he entered this mountain range, he felt a vague spiritual thought coming to him, and he knew who the owner of that spiritual thought was without having to guess.
There were no restrictions on the snow mountain, and there were no patrolling guards. Liang Yan activated the escape light and quickly approached the top of the mountain.
When he arrived here, he did not continue flying, but pressed down on the escape light, landed on an ice and snow road, and walked forward.
It's getting colder and colder ahead, and the chill is piercing my bones.
"It is said that Bei Mingjing is an ice beauty, and now it seems that she is really good. She really doesn't need any restraints and guards. The cold air emanating from her body is enough to freeze to death monks below the Transformation Tribulation Realm."
Liang Yan secretly cursed a few words in his heart and walked forward slowly.
Not long after, the mountain road ahead reached the end, and a forest appeared on the top of the peak. The trees were as tall as a hundred feet, covered in silver, and looked like ice sculptures.
Liang Yan walked into the woods and faintly felt a restriction wave, but it was not a defensive barrier, just a simple soundproofing restriction.
Although there are no humans, no birds or animals on the entire mountain peak, there is still the sound of howling wind outside the woods, which is not silent. But after Liang Yan entered the woods, all sounds disappeared, even the sound of wind and the sound of falling snow.
None exist
"Everything is silent!"
Such a word came to Liang Yan's mind.
Looking around, I saw numerous trees, all white, with no impurities and no breeze. The scene in front of me seemed like a still picture.
"It seems that this tragic mirror is a person who likes absolute silence."
Thinking like this, Liang Yan even slowed down his pace, and his feet landed on the thick snow without making any sound.
The woods on the top of the mountain are not big. After walking for a short time, we reached the center of the woods.
Here, there is a silver lake.
The surface of the lake is as smooth as a mirror, without any ripples, as if it is still.
About three inches above the lake, there was an ice futon floating. On the futon sat a woman in white clothes and white hair, her eyes slightly closed, and she was sitting cross-legged in meditation.
Her skin was so pale that it was a bit weird. If it weren't for the breath flowing inside her body, Liang Yan would have almost thought she was a dead person or an ice sculpture.
After stopping for a moment by the lake, Liang Yan clasped his fists and saluted, preparing to say hello to the sub-sage of White Jade City.
Who knows, just when he was about to speak, the white-haired female cultivator opened her eyes.
She stretched out her snow-white right hand, faced Liang Yan, put her five fingers together, and raised her palm upward, which seemed to mean "silence".
Liang Yan was very wise and stopped talking.
Although he didn't communicate, Liang Yan was strangely able to understand what the white-haired woman meant. She seemed to be saying, "No need to say more, I already know your purpose."
The next moment, the white-haired woman turned her palms up and made another "please sit down" gesture.
Almost at the same time, an ice jade futon appeared above the lake in the direction where her right hand extended.
When Liang Yan saw this scene, he couldn't help but smile.
Without saying much, he jumped up, arrived on the ice jade futon, and sat cross-legged.
Bei Mingjing nodded and pointed with his hand, and another rune circle appeared between the two of them.
Of course Liang Yan knew what he was going to do. He reached out and patted the Taixu gourd on his waist, and a treasure that was completely black and shaped like a pot lid flew out from it. It was the "inheritance degree" that countless people would go crazy for.
The next moment, "Inheritance Degree" fell into the rune array.
Bei Mingjing kept making secrets with his hands, and there were pieces of crystal clear snowflakes around him, and a mist of air came out of his head, as if it was a mist in winter, giving people an unreal feeling.
Suddenly, Bei Mingjing pushed out her hands at the same time, and the space in front of her gradually froze, as if it was an ice bridge connecting her and the inheritance.
Mysterious runes appeared on the surface of this "bridge" one after another.
Liang Yan glanced at it, and just looking at one of the runes, he felt the world was solemn, and a boundless chill filled his heart.
"The power of ice law!"
The "bridge" connecting the inheritance and the mirror of sorrow is the power of the ice law that she has practiced for many years. Looking at the densely packed runes on the "bridge", there are countless runes. It can be seen that the power of Ya Sheng's law is indeed beyond ordinary.
There are too many Tribulation Realm monks!
"Is this the ability of 'Spiritual Source'? It can indeed purify and condense the power of law!"
Liang Yan took a deep breath. Although it was not the first time he saw "Lingyuan", he was still deeply shocked.
In the past, Ning Bugui and Shennong Hu only lent him the power of the "Lingyuan" temporarily, but did not let him see the most essential thing of the "Lingyuan". However, now the Bei Mingjing has no reservations, which is equivalent to cultivating himself for thousands of years.
, the deepest thing obtained was revealed in front of Liang Yan.
Liang Yan was stunned for a moment because of the shock in his heart.
Suddenly feeling a gaze falling on her, Liang Yan came back to her senses and looked forward, only to see the gaze of a sad mirror. Her face was still calm and her eyes were unruffled.
Although he said nothing, he seemed to be saying: "What are you looking at? Why don't you hurry up?"
Liang Yan nodded, restrained his mind, hugged Yuan Shouyi, stretched out his hand and gently tapped in the direction of the inheritance.
This inheritance speed has long been refined by him using his own essence and blood, so there is no need to control it. With just a thought, the inheritance speed will quickly rotate in the magic circle.
As the inheritance speed continued, gray-brown smoke gradually emerged, extending upward along the bridge, and soon reached Bei Mingjing's body, and finally enveloped her "spiritual source".
Sad Mirror didn't resist at all, letting go of all defenses and letting the gray-brown smoke continue to pour into his body.
At the same time, on the other side of the inheritance, nine rays of rays of light flipped and turned, and after a while they condensed into an ice bridge, with countless ice crystal particles falling from the sky above the bridge.
If you look carefully, you can find that there are mysterious ice runes on each ice crystal particle, and the power of the law contained in it is exactly the same as that practiced by the Mirror of Sorrow!
This "bridge" continues to extend towards Liang Yan's location, and the space where it passes freezes, emitting a bone-chilling chill!
Liang Yan was already prepared. At this time, he swallowed a pill that he had prepared long ago, and at the same time, he ran the "Eight Divisions of Evolution" with all his strength, using the power of the Vajra to protect his vitals.
The next moment, a cold feeling came from my chest.
A complete "bridge" also appeared between him and the inheritance.
