The formation that Fang Yi is engraved now is not to make talismans in the past and write on yellow paper with a brush stained with cinnabar, but to directly use his divine sense to mobilize the aura in his body to depict the formation, and then put it into the embryo of the flying sword, if it were not for Fang Yi's spiritual cultivation to be higher than his realm, I am afraid it would be difficult to complete this work.

The formations that entered the flying sword were all listed in the ancient inheritance, Fang Yi could only see and understand them halfway, but this did not prevent him from following the cat and the tiger, in the past half a year or so, Fang Yi had practiced countless times, although the consumption of divine consciousness was huge at the moment, Fang Yi still gritted his teeth and persevered, and punched the magic array into the flying sword one by one.

Using the divine sense to engrave the formation was just a matter of thought, in the eyes of Wei Mingcheng and the others, it was just a few breaths, Fang Yi's head was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans, dripping down his cheeks, and the few people who were watching knew that Fang Yi should have reached the most critical moment.

Just after Fang Yi entered the last formation, the flying sword floating in mid-air suddenly made a crisp sound, like a dragon's roar, the sound was deep and long, and everyone trembled when they heard it, feeling that the flying sword seemed to come back to life.

"It's time!"

At this time, Fang Yi was really exhausted, whether it was spiritual power or the aura in his body, he was almost exhausted, but Fang Yi knew very well that if this last step could not be completed, he could only get a sharp weapon at best, not the natal flying sword he wanted.

Wrapping the flying sword with the last remaining trace of spiritual power, Fang Yi suddenly stretched out the index finger of his right hand, and slammed it at his heart, as the finger fell, Fang Yi let out a muffled snort from his mouth, and his complexion, which was originally quite ruddy, instantly turned pale.

"Poof!"

Just when the few people next to him were about to raise their hearts to their throats, Fang Yi suddenly opened his mouth and squirted, and a mouthful of incomparably red blood sprayed on the flying sword in front of him, after squirting out this mouthful of blood, Fang Yi seemed to have his whole person drained of strength, and his body actually collapsed directly.

Strange to say, when Fang Yi's blood stained the flying sword, the flying sword, which originally looked inconspicuous, suddenly burst out with a ball of light, and the light was like the sun, stabbing everyone to close their eyes.

In just a few seconds, the light slowly dissipated, but the blood that Fang Yi sprayed on the sword body was gone, I don't know if it was absorbed by the flying sword or evaporated by the incomparably bright light.

Without Fang Yi's divine sense manipulation, the flying sword fell straight from mid-air, but at this moment, no one paid attention to whether the flying sword was refined, Wei Mingcheng and Si Yuanjie were all around Fang Yi, and Bai Chuxia took the lead in holding Fang Yi in his arms.

"Fang Yi, you, don't scare me!"

Bai Chuxia's eyes had already flashed with tears, she had also seen Fang Yi alchemy many times, many times she had almost exhausted the true qi and spiritual power in her body, but she had never been like this time, and she actually fell down directly after refining.

And after falling, Fang Yi's eyes were tightly closed, his teeth were clenched, and the whole person was wet all over his body, as if he had just been fished out of the water, and if he looked closely, there was still a trace of iron blue under Fang Yi's pale complexion, which was really scary.

"In early summer, give him the Huanyang Pill!"

In the end, Wei Mingcheng was much calmer than Bai Chuxia, he directly took out the jade bottle from his pocket, poured out a Yang Returning Pill, and then pinched Fang Yi's cheeks to make him open his mouth, and stuffed the Yang Returning Pill into Fang Yi's mouth.

"Can't you be gentle?" Seeing his cousin's rude movements, Bai Chuxia raised his head and glared at him.

"His mouth is so tightly closed, and unless I take off his chin, this is the gentleest of all. Hearing Bai Chuxia's words, Wei Mingcheng couldn't cry or laugh, saving people at the moment is important, where can he care about being gentle or not.

"Little brother, Fang Yi is okay, right?" Seeing that Fang Yi had not made any movement under the Yang Dan, Bai Chuxia's voice was already crying.

"I've just eaten it, and wait. Wei Mingcheng was also a little uncertain in his heart, it was true that the medicinal effect of the Huanyang Pill was very good for them, but Fang Yi had evolved to another level of life, and it was unknown whether the Huanyang Pill still had this effect.

"He's hurt his origin, and he won't wake up until a while!"

The fluctuation of the little demon king's divine consciousness suddenly sounded in the minds of several people, in terms of cultivation, in addition to Fang Yi, there are little demon kings here, and the little demon kings who have also received the ancient inheritance know more than others.

"What hurt the origin?" Bai Chuxia's eyes looked at the little demon king.

"What he refines is a natal magic weapon, so he naturally needs the origin essence blood. The little demon king explained, and his body jumped to the place where the flying sword fell, but he found that the flying sword had completely disappeared into the ground.

The alchemy room built by Long Wanda, in order to withstand high temperatures, the ground is paved with a whole piece of bluestone, this kind of stone from the deep mountains of Thailand is very hard, but at this moment, just the free fall of the flying sword, a hole was drilled in the ground, and the little demon king couldn't even take it out.

"Huh, I can't manipulate it?"

The little demon king wanted to use his divine sense to take the flying sword out of the ground, but as soon as his divine consciousness came into contact with the flying sword, he felt that another divine consciousness gently knocked his divine consciousness away, and this divine consciousness was the spiritual power of Fang Yi, who the little demon king was very familiar with.

"Huh, what's going on?"

Just when the little demon king touched Fang Yi's spiritual power on the flying sword, Fang Yi, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, and the Yang Dan still had some effect on Fang Yi, coupled with the impact of his divine sense, Fang Yi, who was in a coma, woke up all of a sudden.

"Fang Yi, are you awake?" Seeing Fang Yi wake up, the tears in Bai Chuxia's eyes finally couldn't hold back, and they fell on Fang Yi's face.

"Hey, Chuxia, what's wrong, who bullied you?" Fang Yi was a little confused for a while, in his memory, Bai Chuxia didn't seem to have shed many tears.

"It's okay, I'm okay. Bai Chuxia hurriedly wiped away his tears and said, "Fang Yi, are you okay? You passed out just now, and you frightened me." ”

"I'm the one who worries you. ”

Hearing Bai Chuxia's words, Fang Yi suddenly understood, smiled bitterly, and said, "I didn't expect the refining weapon to consume divine sense and true qi so much, I lost my strength, just cultivate for a while, it's no big deal." ”

To be honest, Fang Yi really didn't expect that when he tried to refine a weapon when his cultivation realm was not enough, the loss of himself would be so great, after the last step was completed, Fang Yi not only completely exhausted his divine sense, but even the aura that he had worked so hard to cultivate in his body was not at all.

These were not enough to make Fang Yi fall into a coma, but the mouthful of blood that Fang Yi spit out at the end was the essence blood in Fang Yi's body, the so-called essence blood was the blood that contained the essence in Fang Yi's body, and this mouthful of blood spit out directly made Fang Yi's cultivation fall back to the innate realm from the Qi refining period.

Of course, the drop of this kind of cultivation was only temporary, and after Fang Yi's cultivation replenished the essence blood, he was naturally still in the realm of the Qi refining period, but the damage to Fang Yi from this mouthful of essence blood was also conceivable, so Fang Yi, who was already extremely weak, directly fell into a coma after spitting out this mouthful of essence blood.

"Fang Yi, are you really okay?" Wei Mingcheng also asked worriedly, he had been with Fang Yi for two years, and he had never seen Fang Yi so embarrassed.

"Brother Wei, I'm really fine. ”

Fang Yi shook his head, then smiled bitterly and said, "In the future, if you don't reach the realm of the middle stage of qi refining, don't refine the natal magic weapon, I know it, this natal life is your own life!"

Fang Yi was a little scared when he thought about it now, because in the later stage of refining the weapon, that is, when the formation was engraved, Fang Yi was already a little difficult to ride a tiger, he not only needed to engrave the spirit array in the flying sword, but also needed to provide the aura for the formation to run, Fang Yi, who was only on the first level of qi training, was really desperate this time.

"Then have you refined it?"

Wei Mingcheng asked, after seeing that Fang Yi was fine, his attention shifted to the flying sword again, the weapon that took more than a month to refine was not only Wei Mingcheng's curiosity, but also the eyes of Si Yuanjie next to him also aimed at the place where the flying sword fell from time to time.

"It's done!"

Hearing this, Fang Yi's face could be regarded as showing a smile, although he couldn't see the flying sword underground while lying in his wife's arms, the feeling of divine consciousness and blood connection allowed Fang Yi to clearly sense the existence of that flying sword.

"Fang Yi, take it out and take a look, there is your spiritual power on it, I can't control it. ”

The little demon king's divine sense fluctuated, and its curiosity about the flying sword was much stronger than Wei Mingcheng's, because the little demon king was now equivalent to the cultivation of the cultivator's qi refining period, and it could also emit samadhi true fire, as long as there were enough materials, the little demon king could also refine the weapon.

"In my current state, how can I manipulate it. Fang Yi smiled bitterly, at this time, his spiritual power was almost completely exhausted, and it was already Fang Yi who was holding on before he fell asleep again, where was the remaining strength to mobilize the flying sword?

"Huh? ”

Fang Yi's brows suddenly stretched, as he found that the connection between himself and the flying sword didn't seem to require the use of spiritual power to manipulate it, but only needed a thought from his divine sense, and it seemed that he could manipulate the flying sword.

The exhaustion of mental power did not mean that Fang Yi would not be able to think, as soon as his mind moved, the place where the flying sword fell into the ground and only exposed a hole flew out with a "whoosh", and before Wei Mingcheng and the others could see it clearly, the flying sword quietly appeared above Fang Yi's face.

"It's beautiful, isn't it? ”

Looking at the immobile flying sword, the few people around Fang Yi all gasped, the whole flying sword was only three inches long, it looked like a pocket toy at first glance, but if you looked closely, the surface of the flying sword was brilliant, faintly flashing a kind of dazzling light.

Especially the blade of the flying sword, it seems that there is a layer of streamer plated on it, and the luster emitted is extremely beautiful, which makes people look like they can't bear to take their eyes off, but the few people who watch the flying sword are all innate realms, and they can feel it from the bottom of their hearts, this flying sword is very dangerous.

"Natal weapon, natal weapon, I understand!"

Looking at the flying sword in front of him, Fang Yi's face suddenly showed joy, only to see him open his mouth and take a breath, the flying sword that was originally still above him suddenly turned into a ray of light, and entered Fang Yi's mouth like electricity.

"Hey, what's going on?" Seeing this scene, even Bai Chuxia, who was holding Fang Yi, was startled, Fang Yi was flesh and blood, and if he was hit by a flying sword like this, wouldn't it directly penetrate his throat.

"It's fine. ”

Fang Yi closed his eyes, and only opened them again after a while, there was actually a trace of bloodshot on his pale face, "The natal magic weapon needs to be cultivated in the body, I have taken it into the body, you don't have to worry." ”

After using his divine sense to mobilize the flying sword and having a real connection with the flying sword, Fang Yi knew the true meaning of the natal magic weapon, which was the same as the natal Gu raised by Long Wangda, which required the master to keep it in his body from time to time, and use his own divine sense and aura to nourish the magic weapon, so that when he used it, he could use it like an arm.

However, unlike the Natal Gu, the Natal Weapon does not need to devour the master's essence blood, and it will not happen to devour the master, it will only affect the people who use it if it is damaged against the enemy, because the Natal Weapon contains Fang Yi's essence blood, and if the magic weapon is damaged, it is equivalent to Fang Yi being harmed.

"It's amazing, where is it hidden in your body?" Wei Mingcheng stared at Fang Yi curiously, although the three inches long kept getting bigger, such a metal entering the human body without causing any discomfort was enough to make people curious.

"Dantian. ”

Fang Yi could clearly sense at this moment that the flying sword was staying above his dantian, and the aura that was bred from the dantian had to pass through the flying sword before coming to his meridians, which made Fang Yi quite speechless, it was quite good at picking places.

"I've seen people perform sword swallowing before, but it's all fake, how can this metal thing get into the body?"

Si Yuanjie said on the side, when he was a child to catch the temple fair, he saw those tricks that walked the rivers and lakes, swallowing a sword into his stomach, Si Yuanjie believed it at that time, and later learned that it was just magic, those prop swords can be shrunk into the sword body, in fact, what is swallowed is just a sword tip.

"I can't say clearly, when you cultivate in the future, you'll know by refining it yourself. ”

Fang Yi didn't know how to answer Wei Mingcheng's question, the flying sword entered his body, it was like turning into a stream of air, Fang Yi didn't feel any metal composition at all, it was just a flying sword form.

"Fang Yi, how powerful is it, let's go out and try it?" The little demon king looked at Fang Yi with an excited expression, if it weren't for Fang Yi's extremely weak appearance at the moment, the little demon king was afraid that he would grab it with one claw and be ready to make a move with Fang Yi.

"Ancestor, do you think I can still move now?" Fang Yi glared at the little demon king angrily, and said, "It's all gone, I'll call you when I recover, this time it is estimated that it won't be better for ten days and a half months." ”

As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to break the muscles and bones, but Fang Yi's current situation is much more serious than hurting the muscles and bones, because the essence and blood of the human body are the essence of the human body, if there is no Yang Returning Pill, Fang Yi is afraid that he will need at least three or five months of cultivation and recuperation before he can make up for the loss of this essence and blood.

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