According to the basic weapon refining technique that Ye Tian obtained, any material can be refined and fused with real fire, but looking at the water mass formed by the metallic liquid and ten thousand years of black ice, he really doesn't think he is that big.
grasp.
The exhausted Yuanshen forcibly raised his spirits, Ye Tian fired several spells one after another, and shouted: "Rong!"
As Ye Tian shouted, his consciousness controlled the fusion of several materials in the flame. It was not as difficult as imagined. The liquid formed by Wuhen and Lanjin naturally merged with the flying sword material.
Together.
The fused material is about the size of a baby's fist, is like amber, and is translucent, with a faint blue light flashing inside, making it look very beautiful.
This liquid exudes a cold aura, mixed with a hint of indestructible golden aura. I believe that if it is successfully refined, it will be sharper than the flying sword used by Ding Hong.
"Finally all the materials have been refined!"
Looking at the dreamlike liquid in front of him, Ye Tian breathed a sigh of relief, but it was not time to relax yet, as the last step had not yet been completed.
"Condensation!"
After resting for a moment, Ye Tian suddenly let out a loud shout. Following his shout, the consciousness surrounding the liquid turned into a pair of big hands and kneaded the material.
A moment later, a dagger that was no more than three inches long and had the same appearance as Wuhen appeared in front of Ye Tian out of thin air.
After being blended into the blue metal, the dagger took on a dazzling purple luster, which was covered with fine lines, and strange lights flashed from the sword body from time to time.
"Has it taken shape?"
Ye Tian was overjoyed, but he did not dare to neglect it at all. Another wisp of real fire came out of Yuanshen's mouth, constantly burning the newly formed dagger, making it even more sharp.
After being simmered in real fire for ten minutes, the color of the dagger became restrained and simple. Only the occasional flash of light from the sword's blade could reveal its extraordinary qualities.
At this time, Ye Tian could no longer hold on. In addition to releasing a ray of spiritual consciousness to hold the dagger, the soul entered the physical body from the heavenly spirit, and an indescribable feeling of exhaustion surged into his heart.
"Can't sleep yet!"
Ye Tian knew that he was still missing the last step. He bit the tip of his tongue with his teeth, his mouth felt slightly salty, and a mouthful of blood immediately sprayed on the dagger.
The scorching heat instantly blended the blood into the dagger. At the same time, the dagger flashed with golden light, made a cheerful crisp sound, and shot towards Ye Tian's front door.
"It's done?!"
When the mouthful of blood spurted out, Ye Tian's heart felt like he was connected to the dagger. Although the dagger was shooting at him, Ye Tian didn't feel nervous at all.
"Certainly!"
With a slight scolding in his mouth, the dagger suddenly stopped in front of Ye Tian, flying up and down like a naughty child, and the sword continued to emit clear and crisp sounds.
"go……"
As soon as Ye Tian thought about it, the dagger suddenly turned into a purple light, piercing into the rock wall next to Ye Tian like lightning. With the control of Ye Tian's consciousness, pieces of ore were cut like tofu.
.
"Baby, what a treasure!" Ye Tian stretched out his hand and the flying sword returned to his palm.
After the final condensation of real fire, the sword is only three inches long, and its purple-to-black luster makes it look unremarkable, but if you hold it in your hand and look closely, you can feel the slightest bit of cold air coming from the blade.
"My condition is not good at this time, but I can't practice anymore."
Ye Tian originally wanted to work hard and refine the flying sword into his body, but just as he was about to make the move, a wave of tiredness came over him.
"This weapon refining actually consumes so many spiritual stones?"
After putting the dagger in his arms, Ye Tiancai found that the spiritual stone in his hand had long been exhausted and turned into a pile of powder, which made him feel a little distressed.
If this scene were seen by the experts in the barrier, they would definitely scold Ye Tian for being a prodigal.
You must know that after the great changes in the world, the number of spiritual stones has become increasingly scarce. Even sects with deep foundations only give a low-grade spiritual stone to their disciples when they are about to advance. No one is willing to use it to refine weapons.
Not to mention anything else, just like the metal spirit stone that Ye Tian used just now, its quality is comparable to that of a middle-grade spirit stone. The spiritual energy contained in it is enough to allow five or six people to advance to the innate level. For a sect, its important name is
It's much better than a magic weapon.
It's just that Ye Tian didn't know anything about the monastic world. Although he felt a little sad about the loss of the spiritual stone, he came easily and didn't particularly care. He took out another one and held it in his palm, and resumed meditation.
Three days had passed since Ye Tian meditated. When he opened his eyes from trance, a ray of light pierced the darkness in the cave.
Putting away the spirit stone that he had absorbed a lot of spiritual energy, Ye Tian stretched out his thumb and index finger and rubbed it, and a wisp of true energy suddenly appeared on his fingertips. After refining the weapon, Ye Tian's control of the true fire became stronger and stronger.
Become more confident.
"After refining the flying sword, I have to go out early!"
After playing with the real fire for a while, Ye Tian took out the dagger that looked the same as Wuhen from his arms, lowered his head and pondered.
According to the weapon refining method, Ye Tian was refined with his own true fire, and finally added his own essence and blood. He could put the dagger into his body to nourish it, but before that, he still needed a look on his face.
concise.
Silently reciting the magic formula in his heart, Ye Tian took a long breath. This breath was like a whale sucking water continuously, and actually sucked all the energy in the cave into his body.
Ye Tian breathed in this breath for three minutes. When his clothes swelled and his pores seemed to be absorbing this breath of energy, Ye Tian slowly began to exhale outwards.
Inhaling for a long time and exhaling slowly, Ye Tian exhaled and exhaled so slowly that strands of white mist-like Qi were spit out from his mouth, surrounding and wrapping the flying sword.
At the beginning, the true Qi spit out by Ye Tian was like white light spots, constantly seeping into the dagger.
As he breathed out, the light spots gradually connected into a silver line, like a snake as thick as a thumb, which penetrated into the dagger and then emerged from it, entering through Ye Tian's nostrils.
in vivo.
Ever since Ye Tian spit out this mouthful of true energy, he has never breathed a breath of air again. He just allowed the true energy to circulate in Feijian and his body, going in and out, over and over again.
This true energy was transformed from Ye Tian's Dantian. It was the purest true energy in his body. After being injected into the flying sword, it left Ye Tian's mark on the sword.
And when this true energy returned from the sword body to Ye Tian's body, it brought with it a trace of the flying sword's sword energy, which merged into Ye Tian's true energy. The two cycled over and over again, creating an incomprehensible...
Metaphorical connection and induction.
When Zhenqi and Feijian formed a connection, Ye Tian also entered this mysterious state. He was neither happy nor sad, nor worried. The yin and yang inner elixir in his dantian was spinning and constantly transforming the sword body.
The real energy coming from him.
This process is tempering the flying sword, and it is also tempering Ye Tian himself.
This mouthful of Dantian penetrated the whole body, opened up all the meridians around the body, and expelled all the last toxins remaining in some meridians in his body.
As Ye Tian's breath drifted away, the look of precious light appeared on his face, and the breath all over his body became as pure as a baby's, making people couldn't help but feel close to him.
After sitting like this for three days, Ye Tian suddenly raised his eyebrows. When he opened his eyes, his gaze was like a sword ray, which actually shot a small hole in the rock wall in front of him.
"Collect it from me!"
Ye Tian opened his mouth and took a breath, and the flying sword in his palm instantly decomposed and turned into a purple light, flying into Ye Tian's mouth.
This purple light followed Ye Tian's throat and entered his lower abdomen, and when it came to the Yin and Yang Dantian, it turned into a traceless form, with the sharp edge facing downwards.
A trace of the true energy that had just been transformed from the inner elixir, half of it poured into the flying sword, and the rest wandered into Ye Tian's body.
"I see, that's how Ding Hong cultivated the flying sword!"
Ye Tian let out a burst of cheerful laughter, raised his head and opened his mouth to spit. The flying sword in his dantian trembled slightly, turning into a purple light and flying out of Ye Tian's mouth, penetrating into the rock wall above his head like lightning.
This purple light was like a laser, and any object in front of it was penetrated by it as if it were air. When Ye Tian came back to his senses, a hole had appeared above his head, and he could see
The sky outside is full of stars.
As he thought, the flying sword traveled around in the sky, penetrated through another rock wall, and surrounded Ye Tian, as if covering him with a layer of purple clouds.
"With this treasure, although it is unrealistic to pick up a person's head from a thousand miles away, it can be like picking up something from a bag within a hundred miles!"
Infinite pride welled up in Ye Tian's heart. At this moment, even if he faced the Russian army of 100,000 troops, Ye Tian could still be fearless.
With the strength of Ye Tian's spiritual consciousness, it can extend to a range of about thirty kilometers. Within this distance, with the flying sword, he can be regarded as invincible. Even if he has millions of soldiers, he can't do anything to Ye Tian.
"If the sword passes Wuhen, you should still be called Wuhen!"
Ye Tian laughed, opened his mouth and took a breath, taking Wuhen into his body to cultivate it. Although Feijian would absorb some of his true energy in his dantian, the sword energy fed back would be of great benefit to Ye Tian.
"One day in the mountains, and I don't know how long has passed in this world? It's time to leave!"
After refining the flying sword, Ye Tian stood up. After the skin bag containing the satellite phone fell into the golden liquid, it had melted without a trace, and Ye Tian could not contact the outside world.
Hiding a few metal spirit stones close to his body, Ye Tian walked out of the cave. The grass outside was already green, but spring had arrived in Siberia.
