Lin Tianyou used his soul power to instill his original power into the boss of Feijianling without any reservation.
These powers should make the Flying Sword Spirit boss feel a little better.
But it is still somewhat difficult to completely heal Fei Sword Spirit's injuries.
After all, even the flying sword now has some cracks.
If you want to completely cure the boss of Flying Sword Spirit, you can only find a better swordsmith to repair the sword body of Flying Sword Spirit.
"Damn it, if my sword-making heroic spirit were here, why would there be so much trouble?"
Lin Tianyou felt secretly resentful.
With the strength of his heroic spirit general, it is very simple to repair the cracks on the flying sword instantly.
But unfortunately, all his heroic spirits are still in the underworld and cannot connect with Lin Tianyou in the prehistoric world.
"Young Master Lin, you don't need to be sad. He just has some cracks on the sword. As long as we find a swordsmith and use good sword materials to repair it, there shouldn't be any big problem."
Seeing Lin Tianyou's sad expression, the Soul Hunting Emperor came forward to comfort him.
“Where can I find a swordsmith in the ancient world?
I have absolutely no idea!”
Lin Tianyou sighed.
He had never dealt with swordsmiths before in the Ghost Palace.
Because of the Dragon King's Heavenly Sword, there is no other sword in this world that can catch his eye.
So of course there is no need to get to know the swordsmith.
But he didn't expect that now he was worried because he couldn't find a swordsmith. He really regretted it.
"Although there are few swordsmiths in the ancient world, it is not impossible to find them.
If I remember correctly, there is a family near Lujue Spring, it seems that their surname is Lu, and they have several swordsmiths who are pretty good at it.
When the time comes, we can leave Green Jue Spring and go find them for help."
The Soul Hunter Emperor spoke.
"Really? If we can really find the swordsmith, that would be good news!"
Lin Tianyou's mood suddenly improved.
"Come on, let's go up now!"
Lin Tianyou has had enough of staying at the bottom of this spring.
Put away the six flying swords and leave the bottom of Green Jue Spring.
"Wait a moment!"
At this time, the Soul Hunter Emperor shouted.
I saw him walking over to Jun Wushui's body, bending down and groping for a while in the mud at the bottom of the water.
Then a gleaming golden sword appeared in his hand.
This sword is Jun Wushui's golden light sword.
At this moment, the Golden Light Sword Spirit was devastated by the death of its master.
The master was destroyed, and as a contracted sword spirit, he also suffered a lot of damage.
Although the sword body is still intact, it can no longer exert the power that the sword spirit should have.
"Master Lin, continue!"
The Soul Hunter Emperor waved his hand, and the golden sword fell into Lin Tianyou's hand.
"What are you doing?"
Lin Tianyou looked at the Soul Hunter Emperor.
Don't know what he means.
Could it be said that the Soul Hunting Emperor wants to give these battle trophies to himself?
"The material of the Golden Light Sword is very good, and it gave birth to the sword spirit.
If you can find a swordsmith and ask him to melt the golden light sword into material to repair the cracks in the flying sword, I think it will be very useful!"
The Soul Hunter Emperor explained.
"I see!"
Lin Tianyou nodded.
He looked at the Soul Hunting Emperor with a slightly grateful look.
I find this guy is becoming more and more likable.
One day later.
There is a spiritual material planting farm somewhere in Huangjie Mountain.
A strong and cold momentum shot straight into the sky.
The dark clouds in the sky, with no trace of blue sky visible, disappeared in an instant.
The scorching sun once again shines on this land.
"Master Xuanming's rain has finally ended!"
At this time, countless strong men cheered loudly below the Rain Sacrifice Altar.
They have been here for too long, and they face nothing but rain every day.
Now that I can see the sun, I feel extremely comfortable.
"Sir Yan Beizhi, our master has finished Bu Yu. If he asks Mr. Yan Nazhi about the matter, what should we do?"
At this time, a man who looked like a guard looked at the cold young man next to him with a worried face and said.
This cold young man is Yan Beizhi, the first general under Yushi Xuanming.
He remembered what happened that day.
Originally, he heard that Xuanming Palace was destroyed by Lin Tianyou, so he planned to go and kill it.
However, just as he was about to leave, he was stopped by the second general Yan Nanzhi and asked to kill Lin Tianyou in his place.
Logically speaking, with the strength of Yan Nanzhi, the second general, he should be able to capture the enemy easily.
As a result, a few days ago, news came from Xuanming Palace that the second general Yan Nanzhi was killed on the spot.
At that moment, Yan Beizhi was shocked out of his soul.
He couldn't believe why Yan Nanzhi, one of Xuan Ming's right-hand men, was defeated at the hands of the other party.
Later, after asking around, I learned that geniuses from the soul-hunting clan were also involved.
It seems to be a guy named Soul Hunter Emperor.
The soul-hunting clan's backer, Yin Tianzi, is no longer in the prehistoric world. How dare their clan come to offend Yushi Xuanming?
Simply unforgivable!
"You don't need to worry about this, I will make it clear to Master Xuanming!"
Yan Beizhi waved his hand, unwilling to talk nonsense anymore, and walked directly to where Xuan Ming was.
Finally, when he arrived at the Rain Sacrifice Altar, his expression suddenly became respectful.
"Haha, this year's harvest will definitely be very rich.
Through my rain, their growth rate can at least increase to 60%!"
Xuan Ming smiled happily.
Lingzhu cultivation is a very complex technology.
Only the Supreme Earth Emperor can make the growth of the spirit beads reach 100%.
Others want to plant and increase the survival rate to 10%, which is already very impressive.
However, Xuan Ming made it directly reach 60% this time, which shows that its strength is superb.
"In the meantime, there is something good to announce.
This time it rains, my rain power breaks through again and reaches its extreme level.
If the Twelve Ancestral Witches were still there, I, the Rain Master Xuan Ming, would definitely be ranked from the bottom to the top eight!"
The smile on Xuan Ming's face couldn't be suppressed, and he was so excited that he couldn't express it in words.
Yan Beizhi saw his master so happy, and his heart became more entangled.
"Congratulations, master. It is really a blessing for the master to gain such insights, and it is also a light for our subordinates!"
Yan Beizhi knelt down and congratulated.
Rain Master Xuan Ming put away his smile and walked down from the rain sacrificial altar.
He seems younger now than before.
Wearing a handsome water-shaped rain robe makes it elegant and elegant.
"Well, get up!"
He raised his left hand to signal Yan Beizhi to stand up.
Yan Beizhi did not dare to look directly at his master. Although his master did not show any fluctuations in his soul power, he felt the pressure of his students from the inside.
Because Yushi Xuanming's strength is too terrifying.
“Where’s Nanzhi?
Why didn't he come to greet me after I finished my rain-making ceremony today?"
He glanced around and saw that there was only the first seat in the crowd, but not his second seat, and he asked in an indifferent voice.