Chapter seven hundred and forty eight twists and turns
Yan Ling was a little depressed at this time. He really didn't expect that his process of refining this Shura Demonic Sword would be so tortuous, and he would encounter the stubborn resistance of the Shura Demonic Sword.
However, Yan Ling did not give up control of the Shura Demonic Sword. In fact, the more fiercely the Shura Demonic Sword resisted, the happier Yan Ling felt.
This is not because Yan Ling's psychology is different from ordinary people, but because the fiercer the resistance of the Shura Demon Sword, the more powerful it proves.
Even if an ordinary spirit treasure won't lose its power to resist in a short time when faced with the refining process of a powerful Golden Immortal, it will never be able to reach the level of the Shura Demonic Sword.
Thinking of this, Yan Ling looked firm, and his vast spiritual thoughts swept out, covering the Shura Demonic Sword in an instant.
Since the Abi Sword Qi in the Shura Demonic Sword completely shattered the sword-making formation diagram he had drawn, he would draw it again. If the Abi Sword Qi continued to shatter, he would continue to draw it.
Although the Abi sword energy is powerful, it is after all just a sword energy sealed in the Shura Demonic Sword. Just like a rootless duckweed, its power will eventually be exhausted.
Tsk! Tsk!
As the blade of divine thought washed away, the harsh magic sound sounded again in the secret room.
In Yan Ling's firm and calm eyes, his soul and law were operating at full strength, and his vast spiritual thoughts continued to turn into the blade of divine thoughts, and then left his own mark on the Shura Demon Sword.
And every time Yan Ling finished drawing the sword refining formation, the Abi Sword Qi in the Shura Demon Sword would explode, shattering the sword refining formation inch by inch.
Over and over again, time passes by slowly.
When Yan Ling came to his senses again, three months had passed since he carved seal characters on the Shura Demon Sword for the first time.
Three months is neither long nor short.
For cultivators, three months is not even enough time for them to make a breakthrough in cultivation or master a divine channel method; but three months is enough time for the new disciples of Lingfeng Martial Arts School to adapt to the life of the martial arts school.
We are on the right track of cultivation!
For Yan Ling, three months later, the power of Abi Sword Qi was finally consumed, and the sword refining formation pattern carved by the blade of divine thought could last longer and longer on the Shura Demon Sword.
The longer.
"Finally we are almost successful!"
By this time, Yan Ling was also feeling tired. He looked at the bloody Shura Demon Sword in front of him, and his heart was filled with emotion.
But in the blink of an eye, Yan Ling restrained his emotions and looked at the Shura Demon Sword solemnly.
At this time, most of the Abi Sword Qi had been consumed, and it was the time when the resistance of the Shura Demon Sword was at its weakest. He had no intention of letting this opportunity go.
Buzz!
The blade of divine thought bloomed, and mysterious patterns instantly covered the body of the Shura Demonic Sword.
Yan Ling has been repeatedly sculpting the sword refining formation diagram for three consecutive months. Yan Ling has already become extremely familiar with the seal script of the sword refining formation diagram. Now that he is doing it again, it can be said to be smooth and smooth.
In less than a stick of incense, the sword refining formation diagram was immediately formed on top of the Shura Demonic Sword.
However, when he got here, Yan Ling kept moving, and as soon as the blade of spiritual thought dispersed, it turned into the supreme martial arts will and suppressed the Shura Demon Sword fiercely.
boom!
The Abi Sword Qi burst out, and the bloodthirsty sword intent and the domineering will collided, setting off a spiritual storm.
Yan Ling's expression was solemn, and his martial arts will exploded, fighting against the sky, the earth, and people!
Boom!
The killing force of the sea of blood collided with the will of martial arts. The void in the secret room shook violently, and the waves of blood surged into the sky above the sea of blood. The vision was extremely shocking.
With the martial arts will fully erupting, Yan Ling's expression looked very solemn and cold, and his mind was completely focused on the Shura Demon Sword.
After the martial arts will and the sword intention of Abi Sword Qi were entangled for a long time, Yan Ling finally seized an opportunity and immediately shouted coldly: "Ning!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the seal writing on the sword-refining formation diagram on the Shura Demonic Sword was created in a flash of time, attracting the endless aura of heaven and earth. Condensed by the mysterious power of creation, it was deeply imprinted in the depths of the Shura Demonic Sword.
Buzz!
The Abi Sword Qi suddenly exploded, trying to destroy the formation.
It's a pity that Yan Ling's martial arts will has been suppressing the sea of blood, giving no chance for Abi Sword Qi to break through.
With a sudden shock, the sword refining formation diagram was completely imprinted on the core of the Shura Demon Sword, and it instantly activated the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, mixed with Yan Ling's will, and left Yan Ling's mark on the core of the Shura Demon Sword.
At this point, Yan Ling still did not relax his vigilance. He used his supreme martial arts will to suppress the Abi Sword Qi and the spiritual treasure magic prohibition of the Shura Demon Sword itself, making the Shura Demon Sword completely unable to interfere with the operation of the sword refining formation.
Time passed little by little, and the sword-refining formation diagram carved by Yan Ling in the Shura Demon Sword became easier and easier to operate, and his connection with the Shura Demon Sword became closer and closer.
Another month passed before Yan Ling slowly relaxed his suppression of Abi Sword Qi and Lingbao Dharma.
By this time, he was certain that the sword refining formation diagram had firmly integrated his mark into the Shura Demonic Sword. No matter how mysterious the Abi Sword Qi was, his mark could not be easily removed.
call!
Yan Ling took a breath, stretched out his hand, and the Shura Demonic Sword suspended in front of him immediately fell into his hands. A feeling of connected breath instantly rose in Yan Ling's heart, as if this terrifying demonic sword had completely surrendered to him.
.
But Yan Ling knew that this was just his illusion, and he still had a long way to go before he could completely control the Shura Demon Sword.
"No matter what, it's a good thing!"
Yan Ling stroked the Shura Demonic Sword with a smile on his face. He was in a good mood. He stood up and looked at the void of the secret room where the dimensional fragments had been fired. With a wave of his hand, he activated the laws of heaven and earth and repaired the void of the secret room.
"It's time to get out of seclusion!" Yan Ling murmured to himself after taking one last look at Shura Demon Sword.
Immediately afterwards, the bloody Shura Demonic Sword suddenly turned into a stream of light, and disappeared into Yan Ling's head with a hiss, and even the bloody aura that had been filling the secret room completely disappeared.
Yan Ling sensed that within the space of his sea of consciousness, the huge Yuan Shen Dharma was suppressing all directions. The sharp tribulation-breaking spear and the bloody Shura Demon Sword were always by his side, making his Yuan Shen Dharma extremely majestic.
However, just when Yan Ling smiled with satisfaction, his mind exited the sea of consciousness, and he reached out to push open the door of the secret room, the Shura Demonic Sword held in the hand of Yuanshen Dharma once again burst into blood.
Yan Ling groaned, and a vast sea of blood suddenly emerged from his sea of blood.
The waves are turbulent and the waves of blood are surging!
The sea of blood roared in Yan Ling's sea of consciousness, and countless Shura rushed towards his Yuan Shen Dharma. The thick malice contained in it made Yan Ling's Yuan Shen Dharma look moved.
"Come again!"
Yan Ling sighed, and then closed the door of the secret room again. Before he could sit down, his mind sank into the sea of consciousness space again.
The vast sea of blood roared to the sky, Rakshasa surged, Shura was ferocious, and the bloody killing soaked into Yan Ling's consciousness sea space, making his soul and appearance dyed with a layer of red light, and there was a slight sense of sluggishness as his thoughts turned.
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"What is this?"
The huge Yuan Shen Dharma opened his eyes, and the golden light in his eyes swept in all directions, but all he could see was the boundless vast sea of blood filling the entire space of the sea of consciousness, covering his Yuan Shen Dharma.
"town!"
Since we don’t know the cause of the Shura Demon Sword riot, we can simply ignore it and just suppress it!