"Boy, this sword of yours is extremely rare. It was first purified by Yin evil spirits to produce the magical power of cutting characters, and then a top expert refined the impurities for it and cultivated its edge. This way it can do extra damage to Yin evil creatures.
powerful.
Your plan to use Weeping Blood Essence Gold to fuse it is right, but after fusion, although this sword can be promoted to the Xuan level and its power is greatly increased, it will no longer have this pure sharpness, can you think clearly?"
Top power?
Xu Luo glanced at the cart ornament on his waist from the corner of his eye and answered decisively.
"Senior, just let it go and do whatever you want, Xu Luo is mentally prepared.
If this hatchet cannot be advanced, it will be useless to the boy. If it is really spiritual, then it can only strive for the top, otherwise the boy will definitely not wait for it anymore."
The words he said made Xia Wuli look at him meaningfully. At this time, Xu Luo had already taken out the piece of weeping gold and handed it over.
"Hey, this isn't the Nine Orifices Weeping Blood Gold in the Dijiao Pavilion..."
Xia Wuli was surprised and immediately looked at Xuan Yu, who had been silent next to him.
"You chose it?"
Xuan Yu smiled gently, neither denying nor speaking.
Xia Wuli seemed to understand something. He took the Nine Orifices Weeping Blood Gold from Xu Luo without saying anything more, turned around and walked towards the huge furnace in the middle.
"Xuanyu, if you have something to do, you can leave first. The boy named Xu Luo stays here. I see that although your lower limbs are weak, your body's energy and blood are rushing like a dragon and elephant. You must be successful in body training, so come and help.
With the help of you, the host's energy and blood, the chance of this sword's advancement will be increased."
There was a muffled buzzing sound, and the huge furnace trembled, and the entire stone chamber seemed to be shaking a few times.
Xuanyu nodded silently to Xu Luo and quietly exited the stone room. Xu Luo's spiritual consciousness fell into the clear character, and he didn't detect any danger omen for the time being. Then he slowly walked to the furnace and listened to the instructions.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye. At this time, Xia Wuli was no longer as energetic as when they first met.
The redness on his face has long been replaced by paleness, but only those eyes are still staring feverishly at the hatchet floating on the blazing white earth.
Xu Luo sat cross-legged behind him, the energy and blood from the top of his head pouring into the hatchet like substance.
The hatchet, which was originally three feet long, seemed to have shrunk a bit and became extremely long and narrow.
The fine cracks all over the blade are directly rendered into spiral patterns and imprinted on it under the heat of the earth's fire, making the snow-white sword look like an exquisite decoration.
Only the white light that flashed from time to time on the tip of the knife directly cut through the raging and burning earth inflammation, drawing black cracks in the surrounding air.
As time gradually passed, the shape of the hatchet became more and more long and narrow, and it seemed to have lost all its edge as it swam back and forth in the flames. In the end, it seemed as if it was about to escape through the air at any time.
Xia Wuli's eyes were filled with enthusiasm as if sparks were about to pop out, and he suddenly shouted loudly.
"Don't hesitate, kid, speed up the infusion of Qi and blood. How good this knife is depends on this last tremor!"
Xu Luo's eyes sharpened, and the cloud of energy and blood that was covered by a canopy above his head suddenly shrank to the middle, transforming into a lifelike vicious ape that pounced on the hatchet.
Buzz…
The hatchet, which was as vertical and horizontal as a swimming fish, paused in the fire, and the blade began to tremble rapidly.
The hair-thin qi energy shot out in all directions like a whip, and the blazing earth flames were cut into pieces in an instant.
The stone furnace below, which had been burned by the earth's flames for unknown ages, spattered long sparks from time to time as if it had been struck by lightning.
At this moment, a hint of nervousness suddenly appeared on Xia Wuli's face, and his hands almost brought out a series of afterimages in the air, pinching out a series of mysterious magic formulas.
"Come, come, if you haven't come yet..."
As soon as the roar echoed in the stone chamber, the hatchet jumped out of the fire as if it understood, and turned into black and white lightning that shuttled back and forth in the stone chamber.
At the same time as countless sparks spattered, the hard wall of the stone chamber quietly cracked into slender cracks.
Until the talisman array covering the entire stone chamber started to move spontaneously, and the rich white light fixed the hatchet with a changed shape in mid-air.
But even so, the hatchet was still unwilling to tremble, splitting countless small cracks in the surrounding space.
Xia Wuli seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed on the ground, but his eyes staring at the hatchet were filled with joy and satisfaction, and he murmured subconsciously.
"It cracks the sky silently, the knife comes out without any return, it is unruly and domineering, and it cuts everything... This is a knife, a good knife..."
Endless exhaustion flashed in Xu Luo's eyes, but more of it was joy.
Seeing that the hatchet was almost immobilized by the talisman formation, he subconsciously wanted to recall it, but at this time Xia Wuli, who clearly didn't even look at him, muttered intentionally or unintentionally.
"If it can't survive even this small calamity, it will really lose the piece of Nine Orifices Weeping Blood Gold in vain!"
Before he finished speaking, the spiral talisman on the hatchet exploded with a dazzling light and disappeared in the air instantly.
Clang, a clear and melodious chant of a knife sounded in the stone chamber. Xia Wuli, who was watching the play with his sleeves, felt a bone-chilling chill suddenly rise from the bottom of his heart.
He subconsciously wanted to jump up, but immediately stopped and did not dare to move again.
A long, straight and narrow knife about three feet long was pointed firmly between his eyebrows. The black and white blade was still trembling unwillingly, but the handle of the knife was tightly held by a white hand and did not move at all.
A drop of blood slowly seeped out from Xia Wuli's eyebrows.
But before the blood droplets could fall to the ground, a vortex emerged from the tip of the knife that was still an inch away, swallowing it in one gulp. The hatchet slowly stopped shaking and lay quietly in Xu Luo's hand.
Xu Luo looked at Xia Wuli's frightened look and really didn't know how to explain it.
Could it be that this broken knife has always had the stinking problem of always seeing blood when it is used, and there are no outsiders here, so I can only borrow your old blood for use?
That is too unworthy of a human being!
Fortunately, Xia Wuli was indeed a weapon-refining madman. Even though he was almost killed by a hatchet if Xu Luo hadn't taken action in time, not only did he not show any disgust or anger, but he motioned to Xu Luo to raise the hatchet high in front of his eyes.
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From the beginning to the end, his eyes never left the sword, and he wanted to reach out and touch it while dancing.
But at this moment, even if Xu Luo was holding the hatchet, he wouldn't give him any face. A wisp of sword energy appeared out of thin air and stabbed his throat.
Uh, this habit... is definitely a hatchet!
Xia Wuli didn't react at all, the sword energy had already passed through his throat.
Xu Luo smiled helplessly, and the invisible green beard defeated the sword energy in a flash, and then flicked the tip of the sword out of anger.
"Be honest with me, I can give you good fortune, and I can naturally make you fall into the abyss."
Chai Dao had been following Xu Luo for such a long time, so he naturally knew that this bastard always kept his word. He immediately dispersed the cold light that covered the talisman on the blade, spread his legs, and allowed Xia Wuli to look at him carefully.
On the contrary, Xia Wuli scolded him.
"This sword is so spiritual, how can it be treated so rudely?"
Xu Luo curled his lips and said nothing, but the shadow of the green bamboo between his eyebrows floated out silently, and the invisible green beard sank deeply into the blade, as if suppressing something.
Xia Wuli made a strange seal with his hands and gently pressed it on the blade.
The next moment, the spiral patterns on the blade quickly merged into two simple and primitive runes. Xia Wuli seemed to finally let out a sigh of relief and couldn't help but laugh heartily.
"Sure enough, it is the magical power of escape! This time combined with the original magical power of killing everything, it is really even more powerful!"
Xu Luo was overjoyed when he heard this, but his eyes were so wide open that he could not see where the two runes were written.
He looked doubtfully at Xia Wuli, who had a contented face.
"Senior, does this hatchet count as a promotion to the Xuan level?"
Xia Wuli glared at him angrily, didn't even bother to reply and quickly moved his eyes back to the hatchet, looking like he was too lazy to argue with a junior like you.
"Chaitao, what kind of stupid name is this?
I am not boasting, there are countless spiritual beings of the Yanxuan level in the entire Great Yanxuan, but it is difficult to find a spiritual being that is more powerful than this sword in killing.
Even the earth-level spiritual objects owned by the Aiki Ancestor are probably a little inferior in this aspect, so you just call it a hatchet?"
Xu Luo also realized at this time that if Hatao had really been promoted to the Xuan level, it would also prove that his spirituality was greatly expanded, and he would probably not be able to treat him like before.
After this refining, it no longer has the slightest connection with the previous weird creature. Wouldn't it be a good idea to give it a decent name?
For example, Yama with the Lamp... Bah, what a bad name?
Xu Luo secretly spat in his heart, but at this time, unless he could stop the people in the world from talking, he might not be able to get rid of this name.
Thinking of this, the way he looked at the hatchet was inexplicably malicious. Since your master is called Yama, how could you, the knife maker, not give him a fierce nod?
Shura, impermanence... Hey, life is impermanent, life and death are impermanent... Well, not bad!
Xu Luo thought about it with a strange smile on his face.
At this time, Xia Wuli next to him finally looked towards him. Seeing his appearance, he thought he was so happy that he couldn't help but frown slightly.
"This sword is too cruel. It is best to focus on nourishing and refining during this period to avoid polluting your spirituality."
Xu Luo came back to his senses, immediately nodded in agreement, and sheathed the long sword under Xia Wuli's reluctant eyes.
The scabbard was just a piece of wood he took and whittled it into.
Seeing his most proud Xuan-level weapon being included in such an ugly thing, Xia Wuli almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
He tapped the stone wall next to him a few times, then took out a gorgeous and exquisite scabbard and handed it over.
"With a good horse and a saddle, if you want a sword to be able to exert 100% of its power when it is unsheathed, 80% of the effort must be spent on daily maintenance. This scabbard is made of Earthly Flame Warm Jade. This time it will be
It’s really easy for you, kid.”
But to his surprise, Xu Luo didn't take it this time and refused with a gentle smile.
"Senior, I have good intentions. This thing is too valuable for Xu Luo to have..."
He put his hand on the handle of the knife and opened and closed it randomly a few times, as if trying to see if it was smooth.
Xia Wuli subconsciously wanted to get angry again, but suddenly he remembered that Xu Luo was not one of the descendants of the clan who could be scolded at will, so he could only look helpless.
"You kid is really..."
Xu Luo suddenly bowed to him and interrupted what he wanted to say. He turned around and walked towards the stone room, seeming to be answering or talking to himself.
"Knives are never made by raising them, they are made by killing them!"