Chapter 779 Refinery Next

According to the basic formula of the refinery obtained by Ye Tian, any material can be refined and fused with real fire, but looking at the water mass made of metal ** and ten thousand years of Xuanbing, he is really not sure.

The exhausted yuan god forcibly raised his spirit. Ye Tian played several tricks one after another and shouted, "Rong!"

With Ye Tian's shout, his consciousness controlled the fusion of several materials in the flame, which was not as difficult as expected. The traceless and the ** transformed into blue gold naturally merged with the flying sword material.

The material that blends together is about the size of a baby's fist, like amber, in a translucent state, and a faint blue streamer flashes inside, which looks very beautiful.

This group of ** exudes a cold breath, mixed with an indestructible golden spirit in the middle. I believe that if the refining is successful, it will be sharper than the flying sword used by Ding Hong.

"Finally refined all the materials!"

Looking at the dreamy ** in front of him, Ye Tian was relieved, but it was not time to relax, and the last step had not been completed.

"Cing!"

After a short rest, Ye Tian suddenly let out a loud shout. With his shout, the consciousness that wrapped the ball of ** turned into a pair of big hands and kneaded on the material.

After a while, a dagger, which was less than three inches long and almost the same as the trace, appeared in front of Ye Tian out of thin air.

After blending into the blue metal, the dagger showed a dazzling purple luster, full of fine lines, and the strange light flashed from the body of the sword from time to time.

"Has it taken shape?"

Ye Tian was overjoyed, but he did not dare to neglect it at all. Another wisp of real fire spewed out of Yuanshen's small mouth, constantly burning the newly formed short sword, making it more and more sharp.

After the real fire burned for ten minutes, the color of the dagger became restrained and simple, and only occasionally from the light flashing through the sword body could see its extraordinaryness.

And Ye Tian at this time. I couldn't hold it any longer. Except for a wisp of consciousness to drag the dagger, the Yuanshen entered the body from the spirit of heaven, and an indescribable feeling of fatigue surged into his heart.

"I can't sleep yet!"

Ye Tian knows. He also missed the last step. Now his teeth bit the tip of his tongue, his mouth was slightly salty, and a mouthful of blood immediately sprayed on the dagger.

The hot high temperature instantly integrated the blood into the dagger. At the same time, the golden light flashed all over the dagger, making a cheerful crisp sound. He went to the door of Ye Tianmian.

"Ded?!"

When the mouthful of blood spewed out, Ye Tian's heart surged up a feeling of connection with the flesh and blood of the dagger. Although the dagger shot at himself at this moment, Ye Tian did not feel nervous at all.

"Ded!"

With a soft scolding, the dagger suddenly stopped in front of Ye Tian, flying up and down like a naughty child, and the body of the sword kept emitting a crisp sound.

"Go..."

Ye Tian's mind moved, and the dagger suddenly turned into a purple light. Lightning pierced into the rock wall next to Ye Tian. With the control of Ye Tian's knowledge, pieces of ore were cut off like tofu.

"Baby. What a baby!" Ye Tian stretched out his hand and flew the sword back into his palm.

After the final real fire, the sword's body is no more than three inches long, and the purple nearly black luster makes it look less eye-catching, but if you take it in your hand and observe it carefully, you can feel the coldness from the blade.

"I'm not in a good state at this time, but I can't practice it."

Ye Tian originally wanted to refine the flying sword into his body, but as soon as he was ready to move, a sense of fatigue surged into his heart.

"How can this refiner consume the spirit stone so much?"

After the dagger is in his arms. Ye Tiancai found that the spiritual stone in his hand had long been exhausted and turned into a pile of powder, and he couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

If this scene is seen by the master in the boundary, he will definitely scold Ye Tian's prodigal son.

You should know. After the great changes in heaven and earth, the number of spiritual stones has become more and more scarce. Even the profound sect is only given a lower-grade spiritual stone when the disciples are about to be promoted, and no one is willing to use the refinery at all.

Among other things, just like the metal spirit stone that Ye Tian just used, the quality can reach the middle-grade spirit stone, and the aura contained in it is enough to make five or six people advance to innate. For a sect, its importance is far from a magic weapon.

It's just that Ye Tian knows nothing about the monastic world. Although he was a little distressed about the loss of the spiritual stone, he came easily and didn't pay special attention to it. He took out another one in the palm of his hand and recitated and recovered.

Ye Tian's meditation lasted for three days. When he opened his eyes from the entrance, a fine light cut through the darkness in the hole.

Put away the spiritual stone that he absorbed a lot of aura. Ye Tian stretched out his thumb and index finger and rubbed it. A wisp of real qi suddenly jumped on his fingertips. After that refinery, Ye Tian's control of the real fire became more and more handy.

"After refining the flying sword, go out as soon as possible!"

After playing for a while, Ye Tian took out the short sword with the same appearance and traceless from his arms and bowed his head and meditated.

According to the formula of the refinery, Ye Tian was refined with the true fire of his life, and finally added his own essence and blood. He can put the dagger into his body for cultivation, but before that, he still needs to condense his face.

Silently recited the formula in his heart. Ye Tian took a long breath, which was like a long whale absorbing water, and actually inhaled all the vitality in the whole hole into his body.

With this breath, Ye Tian sucked for three minutes until his clothes swelled up and his pores seemed to accept the truth. Only then did Ye Tian slowly begin to exhale.

Long inhalation and slow spitting, Ye Tian's breath was outrageous. The wisps of white mist really spit out of his mouth and wrapped the flying sword around him.

At the beginning, Ye Tian spit out the truth, like a white light spot, constantly penetrating into the dagger.

With this breath, the light point gradually became a silver line, like a snake with a thin thumb. After drilling into the dagger, it drilled out of it and entered the body from Ye Tian's nostrils.

Since Ye Tian spit out this mouth, he has never breathed a mouthful of air, but let the real circulation in the flying sword and his body, going in and out, over and over again.

This real mouth was transformed by Ye Tiandantian. It is the purest Zhenyuan spirit in his body. After a trace of injection into the flying sword, it left Ye Tian's mark in the body of the sword.

When the real mouth returned from the body of the sword to Ye Tian's body, it had a trace of sword spirit of flying swords, which merged into Ye Tian's real body. The two cycles resumed, giving birth to an indescribable connection and induction.

When the real Zhen and the flying sword formed a connection, Ye Tian also entered this mysterious state. The whole person had no joy, no sorrow and no worries. The yin and yang in the Dantian rotated, constantly transforming the true qi from the sword body.

This process is to quench the flying sword, and also to quench Ye Tian himself.

This bite of Dantian absorbed his whole body, opened up all the meridians and wandered around him, and drained all the last toxins left in some of the meridians in his body.

With Ye Tian's breath, the appearance of precious light loomed on his face, and his breath became as pure as a baby, which made people couldn't help but be close to him.

After sitting for three days, Ye Tian suddenly raised his eyebrows. When his eyes opened, his eyes were like a sword, and he actually shot a small hole in the rock wall in front of him.

"Give it for me!"

Ye Tian opened his mouth and sucked, and the flying sword in the palm of his hand decomposed in an instant, turned into a purple light, and flew into Ye Tian's mouth.

When this purple light entered the lower abdomen along Ye Tian's throat and came to the two Dantian fields of Yin and Yang, it turned into a traceless appearance, with the blade facing down.

A trace of Zhenji, which had just been transformed from the inner elixir, half of it poured into the flying sword, and the rest was swimming to Ye Tian's body.

"So that's it. Ding Hong must be such a flying sword!"

There was a burst of laughter in Ye Tian's mouth. He raised his head and spit out. The flying sword in Dantian trembled slightly and turned into a purple light flying out of Ye Tian's mouth, lightning penetrated into the rock wall above his head.

This purple light is like a laser, but all the objects in front of it are penetrated by it like air. By the time Ye Tian came to his senses, there was already a hole in the top of his head, and you could see the starlight outside.

In his mind, the flying sword swam around the sky, penetrated from another rock wall, and surrounded Ye Tian, as if he had put on a layer of purple haloes.

"With this treasure, although it is not realistic to take a person's head thousands of miles away, it can be like looking for a bag to get something within a hundred miles!"

Ye Tian's heart is full of infinite pride. At this moment, even if he faces the Russian army of 100,000 troops, Ye Tian can be fearless.

With the strength of Ye Tianshen's knowledge, it can almost extend to a range of about 30 kilometers. At this distance, he with a flying sword can be called invincible. Even if there are millions of soldiers, he can't help Ye Tian.

"If the sword passes without trace, you can still call it traceless!"

Ye Tian laughed, opened his mouth and sucked it, and put the traceless into his body. Although the flying sword will absorb some of his Zhenyuan in Dantian, the sword spirit fed back is also of great benefit to Ye Tian.

"A day in the mountains, I don't know how long has passed in the world? It's time to leave!"

After refining the flying sword, Ye Tian stood up. After the skin of the satellite phone fell into the golden **, it had melted without a trace, and Ye Tian could not contact the outside world.

Hide a few metal spiritual stones close to him. Ye Tian walked out of the cave. The grass outside is already green, but the spring in Siberia is coming... There are still 30 monthly tickets to 400 left. Brothers, sisters, brothers and sisters support it. Give free recommendation tickets to the teacher!

. RQ