According to what Ye Tian said on the basic method of refining the refiner, any material can be refined and fused with true fire, but looking at the water mass formed by the metal liquid and ten thousand years of mysterious ice, he really didn't have much certainty.
The exhausted Yuan Shen forcibly lifted his spirits, Ye Tian played several spells one after another, and shouted: "Rong!"
With Ye Tian's shout, his consciousness controlled several materials in the flame to fuse together, not as difficult as imagined, the liquid made of traceless and blue gold naturally fused with the flying sword materials.
The material that fused together was about the size of a baby's fist, like amber, in a translucent state, and a faint blue streamer flashed inside, which looked very beautiful.
This liquid exuded a cold aura, mixed with a trace of indestructible golden sharp qi, I believe that if it is successfully refined, it will definitely be sharper than the flying sword used by Ding Hong.
"Finally refined all the materials!"
Looking at the dreamy liquid in front of him, Ye Tian breathed a sigh of relief, but at this time, it was not time to relax, and the last step had not yet been completed.
"Ning!"
After a short rest, Ye Tian suddenly let out a loud shout, and with his shout, the divine consciousness that wrapped the liquid turned into a pair of big hands and kneaded it on the material.
After a while, a short sword that was no more than three inches long and looked like no trace appeared in front of Ye Tian out of thin air.
After being integrated into the blue metal, the dagger showed a dazzling purple luster, covered with fine lines, and the strange light flashed from the sword body from time to time.
"Is it formed?"
Ye Tian was overjoyed, but he didn't dare to neglect it at all, and another ray of true fire spewed out from the small mouth of the primordial god, constantly calcining this dagger that had just taken shape, making it more and more sharp.
When the true fire was calcined for ten minutes, the color of the dagger became restrained and simple, and only occasionally from the light flashing on the sword body could it be seen that it was extraordinary.
At this time, Ye Tian could no longer hold on, except for separating a wisp of divine consciousness to drag the dagger, the primordial spirit entered the physical body from the heavenly spirit, and an indescribable feeling of exhaustion surged into his heart.
"I can't sleep yet!"
Ye Tian knew that he was still missing the last step, so he bit the tip of his tongue with his teeth, his mouth was slightly salty, and a mouthful of essence and blood suddenly sprayed on the dagger.
The scorching heat instantly melted the blood into the dagger, and at the same time, the golden light flashed all over the dagger, making a cheerful crisp sound, and it shot towards Ye Tian's door.
"It's done?!"
When that mouthful of essence and blood spurted out, Ye Tian's heart surged with a feeling of being connected to the flesh and blood of the dagger, although the dagger was shooting at him at the moment, Ye Tian did not feel the slightest nervousness.
"Certain!"
With a light scolding in his mouth, the dagger suddenly stopped in front of Ye Tian, flying up and down like a naughty child, and the sword body continued to emit a crisp striking sound.
"Go ......."
As soon as Ye Tian's thoughts moved, the dagger suddenly turned into a purple awn, piercing into the rock wall beside Ye Tian like lightning, and with the control of Ye Tian's divine consciousness, pieces of ore were cut off like tofu.
"Baby, good baby!" Ye Tian stretched out his hand, and the flying sword returned to his palm.
After the final true fire condensation, the sword body was no more than three inches long, and the purple and near-black luster made it look inconspicuous, but if you held it in your hand and observed it carefully, you could feel the slightest chill coming from the blade of the sword.
"At this time, I am not in a good state, but I can't practice."
Ye Tian originally wanted to make a concerted effort and refine the flying sword into his body, but as soon as he was about to move, a wave of fatigue surged into his heart.
"This refining tool actually consumes so much spirit stones?"
After taking the dagger into his arms, Ye Tiancai discovered that the spirit stone he was holding had already been exhausted and turned into a pile of powder, and he couldn't help but feel a little distressed.
If this scene was seen by the masters in the barrier, he would definitely scold Ye Tian as a prodigal.
You must know that after the great changes in heaven and earth, the number of spirit stones became more and more scarce, even sects with profound foundations only gave a low-grade spirit stone when the disciples were about to advance, and no one was willing to use it to refine weapons at all.
Not to mention anything else, just like the metallic spirit stone that Ye Tian used just now, the quality is comparable to that of a middle-grade spirit stone, and the spiritual energy contained in it is enough for five or six people to advance to the innate level, for a sect, its importance is far greater than that of a magic weapon.
It's just that Ye Tian doesn't know anything about the cultivation world, although he is a little distressed about the loss of the spirit stone, but he came easily, and he didn't particularly care, so he took out another one and held it in his palm, meditating and recovering.
Ye Tian meditated for three days, and when he opened his eyes from meditation, a ray of light cut through the darkness in the cave.
Putting away the spirit stone that had absorbed a lot of spiritual energy from him, Ye Tian stretched out his thumb and index finger and rubbed it, and a wisp of true qi suddenly jumped on his fingertips.
"After refining the flying sword, I have to go out as soon as possible!"
After playing with the real fire for a while, Ye Tian took out the short sword from his arms that looked like no trace, and lowered his head to ponder.
According to what was said in the refining technique, Ye Tian was refined with the natal true fire, and finally added his own essence and blood, he could take the dagger into his body to cultivate, but before that, he still needed to condense his face.
Silently reciting the method in his heart, Ye Tian took a long breath, this breath was like a long whale sucking water continuously, and actually sucked all the vitality in the entire cave into his body.
Ye Tian inhaled for three minutes until his clothes swelled up and his pores seemed to accept this mouthful of true qi, and Ye Tian slowly began to exhale outward.
Long inhaling and exhaling slowly, Ye Tian's breath was outrageously slow, and wisps of white mist-like true qi spat out from his mouth, surrounding the flying sword.
At the beginning, the true qi that Ye Tian spat out was like white spots of light, constantly seeping into the dagger.
And with the breath of this breath, the light points gradually connected into a silver thread, like a snake the thickness of a thumb, from drilling into the dagger, and then out of it, entering the body through Ye Tian's nostrils.
From the moment Ye Tian spat out this mouthful of true qi, he never took a breath of air again, just letting the true qi circulate in the flying sword and his body, in and out, over and over again.
This mouthful of true qi was transformed from Ye Tian's dantian, it was the purest primeval qi in his body, and after being injected into the flying sword little by little, it left Ye Tian's mark on the sword's body.
And when this true qi returned from the sword body to Ye Tian's body, it had a hint of flying sword qi, which merged into Ye Tian's true qi, and the two cycled and repeated, giving birth to an indescribable connection and induction.
When Zhenqi and the flying sword formed a connection, Ye Tian also entered this mysterious state, the whole person was without joy, sorrow, and worry, and the yin and yang inner alchemy in the dantian was spinning smoothly, constantly transforming the true qi coming from the sword body.
This process is tempering the flying sword, and at the same time, it is also tempering Ye Tian himself.
This dantian penetrated his whole body, opening up all the meridians around his body and draining out all the last toxins left in some meridians.
As Ye Tian wandered away with this breath, the appearance of precious light appeared on his face, and the breath of his whole body became as pure as a baby, which made people can't help but feel close.
After sitting like this for three days, Ye Tian suddenly raised his eyebrows, and when his eyes opened, his gaze was like a sword ray, and he actually shot a small hole in the rock wall in front of him.
"Collect it for me!"
Ye Tian opened his mouth and took a breath, and the flying sword in his palm instantly disintegrated, turned into a purple light, and flew into Ye Tian's mouth.
This purple awn entered the lower abdomen along Ye Tian's throat, and when it came to the two dantian of yin and yang, it turned into a traceless appearance, with the blade pointing down.
A trace of true qi that had just been transformed from the inner alchemy was divided into half and poured into the flying sword, and the rest generally wandered into Ye Tian's body.
"I see, then Ding Hong must be this kind of flying sword!"
Ye Tian let out a burst of laughter from his mouth, raised his head and opened his mouth to spit out, the flying sword in the dantian trembled slightly, turning into a purple awn flying out of Ye Tian's mouth, and penetrated the rock wall above his head like lightning.
This purple light was like a laser, but all the objects in front of it were penetrated by it like air, and by the time Ye Tian came to his senses, a hole had already appeared on the top of his head, and he could see the starry sky outside.
In the blink of an eye, the flying sword wandered in the sky, penetrated from another rock wall, and surrounded Ye Tian, as if he was dressed in a purple haze coat.
"With this treasure, although it is not realistic to take people's heads thousands of miles away, it can be like reaching into a bag to get things within a hundred miles!"
Ye Tian felt infinite pride in his heart, even if he faced the Russian army of 100,000 at this moment, Ye Tian could be fearless.
With the strength of Ye Tian's divine consciousness, it could almost extend to a range of about thirty kilometers, within this distance, he with a flying sword should be called invincible, even if there were millions of soldiers, he couldn't help Ye Tian.
"If the sword passes without a trace, you can still call it Wu Trace!"
Ye Tian laughed, opened his mouth and inhaled, and took Wu Hen into his body to cultivate it, although the flying sword would absorb some of his primeval essence in the dantian, but the sword qi that was fed back was also of great benefit to Ye Tian.
"One day in the mountains, I don't know how long it has been in the 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 dissolved without a trace, and Ye Tian could not contact the outside world.
Hiding a few metallic spirit stones close to his body, Ye Tian walked out of the cave, and the grass was already green outside, but spring in Siberia had arrived.
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