Chapter 110 Sword Refining

It was late at night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the moonlight fell into the room along the window, making it more and more quiet.

Lin Qinglong was sitting cross-legged in the guest room **, smoothly vomitting. He sank his divine consciousness into Dantian and entered the dream space again.

Soon, he came to the open space, sat on a bluestone board, took out the Jiuxuan Bimu sword taken from Tang Yu's hand from the universe bag, held it in his hand, and stared with a frown.

He thought that the blood wave had been destroyed. Lin Qinglong needed a new flying sword. He felt that his refining skills were small and successful. He could make the Jiuxuan Bimu sword into his own flying sword by relying on his own ability. He didn't have to worry about this matter. He thought he could complete it independently.

After looking at it for a long time, his dark eyes flashed, and he threw the flying sword.

After the Jiuxuanbi wooden sword was free, it seemed to regain its vitality. It immediately sounded cheerfully, as if it was spiritual. When it floated, it was about to escape into the distance.

"Well, do you want to escape? I must tame you today!"

The mysterious light flashed in Lin Qinglong's eyes, and the ground suddenly cracked with a "bang" and rushed out a black flame. The black flame quickly condensed into a huge wall, blocking the way of the flying sword.

The flying sword saw that Heiyan blocked his way, quickly turned back, and rushed in other directions. Unexpectedly, another wall transformed by Heiyan blocked its way.

Several times in a row, the flying sword was tightly surrounded by heavy black inflammation, and there was no way to escape. At this moment, the sound of the flying sword suddenly shook, and the sword was blue, and the tip of the sword swung violently and stabbed Lin Qinglong.

"Hmm, I can't measure my strength!"

Lin Qinglong sneered and spit out a piece of death in his mouth. He pinched the formula with his hands, and the dead air in front of him was distorted and turned into a black python, spitting a letter, and a blood mouth, wrapped around the flying sword.

The flying sword seemed to be extremely afraid of the black python. It turned its head and fled and hit the surrounding black flame.

The black python is persistent, closely following the flying sword, one snake and one sword, chasing back and forth.

After a long time, the flying sword did not have spiritual support, and the speed of flying slowly dropped.

When the black python saw the machine, it suddenly wrapped around and went away. With a "bang", it turned into death again and quickly wrapped around the flying sword. The flying sword trembled violently and made a sad sound. The color of the flying sword was quickly changing from cyan to black, and the light faded. After a moment, even the sound was empty. Much weaker.

"Are you honest?"

Lin Qinglong said lightly. When his right hand was called, the dead gas turned into a black python. He wrapped the flying sword and tied it back, floating in front of Lin Qinglong.

The flying sword is still trembling slightly, but it seems to have no strength, just lingering and panting. Without the support of the owner's true qi, even the Jiuxuan Bimu sword has tired moments.

"The more spiritual the flying sword is, the more difficult it is to refine. Even if I kill Tang Yu, it will take a lot of effort to refine this Jiuxuan Bimu sword into my own thing. Moreover, this Jiuxuanbi wooden sword is a wooden attribute, but my true qi is dead. I am not suitable to use this flying sword at all.

Lin Qinglong narrowed his eyes and calculated finely in his heart. He originally wanted to refine the Jiuxuan Bimu sword into his own flying sword, but now it seems that not only is the refining process extremely complicated, but also his true qi competes with the Jiuxuan Bimu Sword.

Although this Jiuxuanbi wooden sword is superior and powerful, it is not suitable for Lin Qinglong. Lin Qinglong is suitable for using surging killing weapons, such as bloody waves.

Lin Qinglong was hesitating how to refine the Jiuxuanbi wooden sword. Suddenly, a black light flashed, and the Yecha King suddenly appeared behind Lin Qinglong.

"Master, you seem to have forgotten one thing."

"Huh? What's the matter?"

Lin Qinglong turned his head, and the confusion in his eyes flashed by.

Yecha Wang said with a serious face, "You forgot that there is a sword to kill immortals in the universe bag. It's an artifact. If you cultivate the immortal sword into the master's flying sword, it must be a hundred times stronger than refining the Jiuxuan Bimu Sword.

King Yecha's words suddenly reminded Lin Qinglong. He patted his right hand on the universe bag and immediately took out the sword, but the sword was still ordinary, just like any ordinary sword in the world, without any spirituality.

Lin Qinglong couldn't help but be a little disappointed, but he suddenly remembered that it was he who killed the dragon with the sword. At that time, the power of the sword was unimaginable at all. Presumably, the stronger this sword meets the enemy, the more murderous it will be. Lin Qinglong must refine it in depth in order to receive and use it freely. Thinking of this, Lin Qinglong's eyes suddenly lit up.

King Yecha said, "Master, I remember that when you read Ghosts, some of the knowledge of 'raising swords with swords' was recorded. Do you remember it?"

"Do you mean that using a flying sword as the main sword and using this main flying sword to devour other flying swords to make your flying sword more and more powerful?"

Lin Qinglong remembers that he did read the saying of "raising a sword with a sword" in "The Crying Ghost", but at the beginning, he only tasted the knowledge in this area and did not study it in depth.

Now he looked at the immortal sword and Jiuxuan Bimu sword in his hand, and immediately raised the idea.

Yecha Wang thought well. This Jiuxuanbi wooden sword is a wooden flying sword, which is not very helpful to Lin Qinglong. However, the sword of killing immortals is a famous sword of killing. If Lin Qinglong refines the sword of killing immortals and feeds it with the Jiuxuanbi wooden sword, in this way, the sword of killing immortals will definitely be dependent on Lin Qinglong. After a long time, it will definitely recognize Lin Qinglong as his master.

If you can completely conquer the sword, your actual combat ability will definitely increase greatly. Thinking of this, Lin Qinglong's willingness to conquer the Immortal Sword is getting stronger and stronger.

At this moment, Lin Qinglong took out the tripod furnace and pointed with his fingertips far away. The real fire of samadhi suddenly burned in the tripod furnace. The fire was blazing, and huge flames kept coming out of the tripod furnace.

Lin Qinglong threw the immortal sword and the Jiuxuanbi wooden sword into the tripod furnace.

The Jiuxuanbi wooden sword seemed to have predicted its fate. It sounded sadly, and the blade of the sword trembled slightly. Its color has turned pale black and has entered a dying situation.

Throwing two flying swords into the tripod furnace, Lin Qinglong made a seal in his hand, meditated on the mind, and poured the aura into the true fire of samadhi.

The fire tongue in the tripod furnace kept jumping, and the two flying swords rotated rapidly in the tripod furnace. The sword of the immortals buzzed and shook, as if it was delicious. When the spirit came, it suddenly stood up and stabbed at the Jiuxuan blue wooden sword.

The Jiuxuan Bimu sword sobbed and floated in pain. In the real fire of samadhi, he was forced to retreat repeatedly by the sword. Lin Qinglong's eyes condensed and opened his mouth again to spit out a breath of death. The Jiuxuan Bimu sword could not dodge, and was immediately wrapped in death. Lin Qinglong followed the dead air. The black flame soared, and the sword was tightly locked and melted it quickly.

Zhan Xian Jian seemed to know that Lin Qinglong was cooking delicious food for himself. He was overjoyed and made a proud sound.

With the passage of time, one-third of the Jiuxuan Bimu Sword had melted. At this moment, it seemed that it wanted to break the net. The struggle did not slow down, but became more and more fierce. The dead air that wrapped it slowly dissipated and almost broke away by it.

As soon as Lin Qinglong gritted his teeth, he spit out a breath of death again, pinched the magic formula, and the black flame soared. This time, he finally completely conquered the Jiuxuan Bimu Sword. It no longer had the ability to resist. It calmed down and waited for the end of being swallowed up.

After melting the Jiuxuan Bimu Sword, Lin Qinglong followed the Immortal Sword forward, making the green ** melted by Jiuxuan Bimu Sword flow on the Immortal Sword.

Suddenly, there was a "swil" sound, and the green ** boiled up and was absorbed little by little by the sword.

As time passed quietly, gradually, the sword finally swallowed up the Jiuxuanbi wooden sword. It seemed to be very satisfied with its food and floated out of the furnace with a joy.

After a long time of refining, although Lin Qinglong's true spirit is strong, he still feels physically and mentally exhausted.

He tried to drive the immortal sword with his divine consciousness. With a call in his right hand, the immortal sword flew obediently and stopped at the feet of Lin Qinglong.

Although it is still a simple sword, it can already be driven, which is a great progress.

There was a burst of joy in Lin Qinglong's heart. He stepped on the flying sword, and his divine consciousness was stimulated. The sword of killing immortals really soared into the sky, carrying Lin Qinglong to the edge of the sky.

The flight is smooth, without a trace of shaking, and the flight speed of the sword is actually above the blood wave!