In the wooden house, the frail young man with a solemn face was concentrating on refining the fairy weapon, hoping to quickly refine the finished product and pass the final level.
But unfortunately, he had an arm cut off by a swordsman in black before, so he could only refine weapons with one hand, so his efficiency was naturally greatly reduced.
For a while, I really couldn't pass this last trial.
"Damn it!" The frail young man cursed secretly. Looking at his empty left shoulder, he couldn't help but hate the sword cultivator in black even more.
If the other party hadn't been cruel, he would have finished refining the immortal weapon just like the other party, passed the last level, and went to the treasure house of the Immortal King of Wonderful Weapons.
Why are you still working hard on refining weapons like now?!
"No, we have to speed up. There are only a few hours left before the end of the trial. If we don't speed up the refining, I will probably not be able to pass the last level before the trial is over."
The frail young man whispered to himself in a low voice, his face looking very ugly.
Once the trial is over, all trial participants will be forcibly teleported out of the Immortal Fate Palace.
If he fails to pass the final level before the end of the trial, he will never have the chance to go to the treasure house of the Immortal King of Wonderful Weapons and meet the Weapon Spirit.
Without being able to see the spirit of the weapon, the soul-killing charm that specifically targets the spirit of the weapon will naturally not be able to work.
At that time, it will become extremely difficult for these Xuan Qianjie clones to seize the body of the Mystical Weapon Immortal King.
Because Miaoxian City, controlled by weapon spirits, is extremely terrifying and can even threaten the Immortal Lord!
"There should be only one way to do it now. Sacrifice your body, sacrifice the vitality of this body, and forcibly speed up the refining process!"
Thinking of this, the frail young man couldn't help but have a fierce look on his face. He waved one hand and slapped his chest heavily.
"puff!"
A large mouthful of blood immediately spurted out from his mouth and fell on the rough embryo of the immortal weapon being refined in front of him.
Moisturized by this mouthful of blood, the crude embryo of the immortal weapon shimmered with dazzling brilliance, extremely brilliant.
The frail boy's own aura suddenly became extremely weak, and his hair instantly turned white, giving him a weak look.
"It only takes one hour...one more hour! It will be successfully refined!" The frail young man stared at the rough embryo of the immortal weapon in front of him, with a pale smile on his face.
The blood that was sprayed on the crude embryo of the immortal weapon just now is the life essence blood of his body. It contains a large amount of vitality, which can greatly shorten the time for the crude embryo of the immortal weapon to be refined into a finished product.
But the price was that too much vitality was taken away from this body, and ten million years of life were lost in one fell swoop.
"The loss of longevity is secondary. More importantly, the potential of this physical body has been greatly overdrawn. The future is considered over, and it is destined to not have any great achievements. It is a pity that this physical body has an incredible talent for refining weapons."
The frail young man shook his head, feeling quite heartbroken, and the hatred towards the black-clothed sword cultivator in his heart could not help but become stronger.
He took out a bottle of healing elixir, poured it into his mouth, then closed his eyes and meditated to refine the potency.
A minute later, he opened his eyes, his gray hair turned black again, his face was no longer so pale, and he finally regained some vitality.
However, the ten million years of life lost are destined to never be recovered.
"In one hour, the weapon spirit of this city will die!" A cold chill flashed across the eyes of the frail young man. He looked at the rough embryo of the immortal weapon in front of him, waved his hand with one hand, flames spurted out, and started refining the weapon again.
And just as he was speeding up to refine the immortal weapon, on the other side, the sword cultivator in black had already arrived at the treasure house of the Immortal King of Wonderful Weapons on a teleportation array.
The treasure house is a spacious hall with no door. You can only enter through a specific teleportation array.
In the center of the hall, the teleportation array on the ground slowly dissipated its brilliance. The swordsman in black walked out of the teleportation array and scanned the surroundings.
What surprised him was that although it was called a treasure house and the interior space was very spacious, there was nothing there.
There are no top-quality fairy weapons, no piles of secret books, no precious fairy medicines, and no massive amounts of fairy crystals. The huge space seems very empty!
Just when the sword cultivator in black was puzzled, an old voice sounded.
"There is a strange storage space connected to the inside of this temple. All the treasures left by my master are in that space. You only need to release a ray of spiritual consciousness, wander around and try to sense it, and that space will
It will naturally appear in your mind, and you can take out any treasure from it!"
"But remember, don't be greedy. You can only take one! This is a principle! If you violate it, you will be obliterated by Miaoxian City!"
The black-clothed swordsman hurriedly looked for the sound, but an old man appeared in the hall at some unknown time, it was Xianyuan.
Hearing Xianyuan's explanation, the sword cultivator in black couldn't help but glance around again, feeling a little surprised at the treasure house left by the Immortal King of Wonderful Weapons.
He nodded to Xianyuan indifferently, and released a ray of consciousness according to the other party's request.
As soon as this ray of divine consciousness appeared, the hall shook slightly, and bursts of space distortion appeared.
A space emitting bright treasure light, like a scroll, slowly appeared in the consciousness of the black-clothed sword cultivator.