It was only half the night.
Inside the inn, Ye Lingyue was performing the last step of the Nine Dragons Chanting.
Melting Spirit is unfamiliar to most of the alchemists on the Qingzhou Continent.
Only a few aristocratic families and sects with a long history can melt their spirits.
This is Ye Lingyue's first time melting a spirit on a spirit weapon.
Jiulongyin was suspended in mid-air, and the sword body, which had been forged twice, exuded an unstoppable cold light.
Gray flames danced on Ye Lingyue's palm.
It was the first time to melt the spirit, Ye Lingyue couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
She now possesses four spirits of water, wood, earth, and fire. Since it is the first time to melt spirits, she doesn't know which kind of spirits she should melt into.
After thinking about it, she simply decided to make a bold decision, which was to melt the four spirits into it one by one.
If Ye Lingyue's actions were seen by the old Patriarch Longhuai or the Sifang City Lord who had been famous for many years, they would definitely reprimand her for messing around.
Not to mention, the five-element spirits that exist in the heaven and earth are all rare things, and most of them are things that generate and restrain each other. If they are forcibly added to a spiritual weapon, the effect can be imagined.
But Ye Lingyue is a novice, how can she care so much.
The heart moves at will, she wants to integrate into the four spirits, so she does so.
The gray fire swallowed its flames, and formed four gullies like tendons on the body of the sword.
When the gully was complete, Ye Lingyue did not hesitate at all, and four strands of blue, green, yellow, and red spiritual power shot out from her fingertips instantly.
The spirit power from all directions poured into the sword body, quickly filling the gully on it.
The spiritual power was intertwined, and Jiulongyin's sword trembled slightly.
The spiritual power of the four colors converged into four small streams, gurgling and flowing.
The spirit of earth is extremely thick, the spirit of water is full of toughness, the spirit of fire is domineering, and the spirit of wood is full of vitality.
As the ashes burned more and more vigorously, Ye Lingyue's forehead was covered with sweat.
It's just a melting spirit in less than a quarter of an hour. She has broken through Fang Zun's level of mental power and is rapidly consuming, but what's worse, she can feel that due to the conflict between the four spirits, Jiulongyin is starting to lose control.
It is like a restless wild horse, trying to get rid of Ye Lingyue's shackles.
Ye Lingyue had to mobilize her mental power and expend a lot of energy to control Jiulongyin and prevent it from getting out of control and running around in the room, accidentally injuring her and Feng Xin.
Such a huge loss quickly exhausted Ye Lingyue's physical strength.
As if feeling that Ye Lingyue's physical and mental strength were exhausted, the gray fire in Ye Lingyue's hand also became unstable, and the flame became darker and darker.
Ye Lingyue complained endlessly.
If she had known that melting spirits was so difficult, she would never have been so reckless.
"Ling Yue?"
Seeing that Ye Lingyue's situation is not good, Feng Xin couldn't help but take a step forward.
With both palms on Ye Lingyue's back, Ye Lingyue only felt a strong force coming from behind her.
When her exhausted body felt that elemental force, it absorbed the elemental force behind her like rain after a long drought.
Ye Lingyue's physical strength gradually recovered due to the continuous source of energy, and the ashes in her hands brightened up again.
Bang—a tremor.
Nine Dragons Yin in the ashes made a buzzing sound.
The body of the sword glowed brightly and darkly.
"This is?"
In my mind, a thought flashed through.
Ye Lingyue didn't hesitate anymore, out of instinct, she quickly took out the ingredients for refining Nine Dragons Song that she had prepared earlier in her Qiankun Zijin bag, and kneaded them into the ashes one by one.
These materials were quickly melted into the Nine Dragons Song.
Nine Dragons Yin, which was originally only about two fingers wide, quickly became longer and wider, both in length and width, fully doubled compared to before.
Such a change left Ye Lingyue dumbfounded.
But she wondered how long it would last.
"Not good, there is not enough Taikoo dragon blood." Ye Lingyue found that the dragon blood she had prepared was too little.
"I'll do it." Feng Xin flicked her finger, and a few drops of bright red blood on her finger melted into the Nine Dragons' Song.
As soon as Feng Xin's blood was stained with Nine Dragons' Cry, the blade of the sword suddenly made a terrible sound.
The body of Jiulongyin's sword, which has become as wide as four fingers, was stained with Fengxin's blood, and there was a bloodstain in the middle of the sword. The bloodstain was like wildfire in a prairie fire, and quickly spread on the half-human tall sword. spread out.
As the bloodstains grew, cracks appeared on the smooth body of the sword, like dragon scales.
In the end, the whole sword actually split into two.
When the sword was divided into two, the two Nine Dragons soared into the air.
There was only a terrifying dragon chant, and the two swords turned into two dragons, one male and one female.
The two dragons were chasing each other, chasing each other in mid-air, which made Ye Lingyue and Feng Xin stunned.
Knowing that the two swords groaned lightly, chichied twice, and pierced the ground, they came back to their senses.
I saw a pair of male and female swords in the room. The hilts of the swords were nine-clawed dragons hovering around their necks. The male sword was domineering and fierce, while the female sword was bright and flexible. Good match.
Can the sword turn into a dragon
This is the first time even Fengxin has seen such a situation.
Ye Lingyue didn't understand either. Every step of her refining was strictly in accordance with Ye Wuming's instructions.
Taizu failed in refining back then, why did she succeed in refining, and also made such a special male and female Nine Dragons.
"Could it be because of your blood?"
Ye Lingyue was suspicious, and looked at Fengxin.
The latter was innocent, with a look of "if you ask me, who will I ask?"
Ye Lingyue could only walk forward, trying to pull out the two swords.
But just when her hand touched the black male sword, she shrank back suddenly.
That night-like male sword actually carried a bone-piercing ice-cold feeling. As soon as Ye Lingyue touched it, a layer of black ice quickly covered her skin.
"Wait a minute, you can't touch that sword." Feng Xin hurriedly took Ye Lingyue's hand, and looked carefully.
"It's okay." Ye Lingyue quickly mobilized the cauldron in her body, and the layer of black ice on her skin melted away.
Ye Lingyue still didn't believe in evil, and wanted to try again, but was stopped by Feng Xin.
"This sword, you can't use it. It... I'm afraid it's not a spiritual weapon, but an evil weapon. Let me try it."
Sha Bing, born with Sha Bing, is difficult for mortals to get close to. Only demons with advanced cultivation and can be recognized by Sha Bing can use it.
After Feng Xin finished speaking, she stepped forward and held the sword, only to hear a sneer. Earlier, she was resisting Ye Lingyue's male sword, but it was easily pulled out by Feng Xin, and Feng Xin's There was no trace of being corroded by the cold air on the hands.
This black sword is really an evil soldier.
Feng Xin's thick eyebrows tightened, and she already understood that the reason why Jiulongyin changed was indeed because of his blood.