It was a long ruler, exuding a glittering luster, and there were faintly countless runes the size of rice grains gushing out from its surface, which was not ordinary at first glance.

Jiaolong spirit bones!

Although there are hundreds of materials for refining the Thousand Jiao Knife, they are based on the spirit bones in front of them.

"Brother Ling, the fire of the leylines. ”

"Okay. ”

Ling Xian could hear it clearly, and naturally he didn't dare to be negligent in the slightest.

Open your mouth and squirt out something.

Then there was a flash in the wind, and it quickly grew larger, suspended in the air.

Ling Xian pointed a little with his right hand, and a magic trick flew out of his fingers.

As it moved, the treasure shuddered, accompanied by billowing smoke, but soon turned into a bright flame.

Princess Mingxiang could see it clearly, and her eyes couldn't help but show a hint of admiration.

The purity of this leyline fire is almost comparable to the natal infant fire of the Yuan Infant Stage monk.

With the assistance of this treasure, her success rate in refining the Thousand Jiao Knife will naturally be a little larger.

This thought turned in her mind, but the expression on Princess Akeka's face did not change in the slightest, this is the talent that a good refiner should have.

Tarzan collapsed in front and did not change color!

Well, it is more appropriate to say that the heart is like stopping water.

All in all, the mood is not affected by external objects, and only in this way can the precious magic weapon be refined.

The female jade raised her hand and pointed out, and the dragon spirit bone was suddenly wrapped in a slender halo, and slowly flew over like the top of the mini volcano.

At the same time, Wu Mingxiang's other hand was not idle.

The five fingers flicked, as if she was playing a musical instrument, and the posture was extremely beautiful, but with her movements, the bottles and cans scattered on the ground. The jade box wooden boxes flew up one after another.

And they opened one after another, and all kinds of treasures emerged.

They come in all sizes and shapes.

But one feature is the same.

That's precious!

Whether it's cold iron outside the sky, or silver flame stone, any of them. If you get outside, you can attract countless monks to compete for it, setting off countless bloody storms.

This is not nonsense.

The preciousness of the various materials of the Qianjiao Knife is really not clear in one word.

Then the woman began refining the treasure.

It was different from what Ling Xian thought.

Originally, he didn't know much about refining weapons, thinking that refining magic weapons was to add various materials to the flames, and he only needed to master the heat.

At this moment, watching Princess Mingxiang busy, I realized that I imagined everything too simply.

Cultivating immortals. Refining is one of them.

Inherited from ancient times, after countless predecessors have studied and figured out, how can it be just to add materials to the flame, and then pay attention to mastering the heat?

Mingxiang's figure shuttled through the quiet room, and kept taking out the tools and treasures needed for refining from her storage bag.

These are not the materials for refining the Thousand Jiao Knife.

Rather, it is for a certain processing of the material.

For example, grinding the sand to a finer level.

Another example is mixing several kinds of spiritual fluid together in different proportions.

Of course. There are also materials that need to be preheated with a flame.

And a few more. Before refining, the shape can be changed to a certain extent.

All in all, there's a lot that needs to be done.

Mingxiang's figure is constantly busy.

And Ling Xian himself was not idle.

While doing things, Mingxiang also instructed Ling Xian to help her.

If it is to refine ordinary magic weapons.

Normally, an alchemist. It's enough to be competent.

However, the situation of Qianjiao Dao is special, because too many materials are used, so there are too many processes to process, and Wu Mingxiang is alone, and he can't be busy at all.

So there will be something simpler. Tell Ling Xian to do it.

Knowing the twists and turns of the original situation, how could Ling Xian dare to slack off.

Don't look at him as an immortal cultivator in the late stage of the dignified Jindan, but at this moment, he seems to be an apprentice who has just stepped into the way of refining weapons, and he doesn't dare to ignore it, everything is at Mingxiang's orders.

In this way, time is spent in a busy time.

Before you know it, it's already January.

After so much hard work.

The Thousand Jiao Knife has begun to take shape.

Most of the treasures have also been refined.

Although this treasure has not yet been successfully refined, it has faintly been transmitted by a powerful force.

Ling Xian even had a feeling that once he had this treasure, he might be able to challenge the immortal cultivators who had survived the three heavenly tribulations.

Of course, this was just a feeling, and there was no certainty whether he could really do it Ling Xian.

Everything is still unknown.

Mingxiang's figure was still busy, looking at the beads of sweat on the tip of her nose, Ling Xian felt a trace of gratitude and a trace of distress.

All in all, looking at this woman now, he has a strange feeling, but what it is, he is confused, and he can't say it at all.

"Brother Ling. ”

"Oh!"

Ling Xian froze and didn't dare to think nonsense.

Seeing that the refining of the Thousand Jiao Knife has reached the most critical moment, if it falls short because of his own distraction at this time, wouldn't there be no place to cry?

All in all, Ling Xian would not do such a stupid thing.

So he quickly gathered his mind and threw himself into the refining of the magic weapon again.

In this way, time flies, time flies, and in a blink of an eye, three days have passed.

Ming Xiang's face was full of tiredness, and Ling Xian's expression was not much better, and in front of the two of them, a long knife with a simple style was suspended.

After such a long period of hard work, the refining of the Thousand Jiao Knife has been completed ninety percent, but now, the most critical moment of the righteous path has arrived.

"Brother Ling, in a while, I will fuse the last nine materials with the Qianjiao Knife, you listen to my command, imprint your own divine sense imprint, and then the refining of this treasure will be considered a great success. ”

"Okay. ”

Ling Xian didn't dare to slack off.

After more than a month of hard work, he also has some of his own insights into the way of refining.

Its subtlety and subtlety are not inferior to the art of alchemy at all, and even surpassing it, it is also a difference of thousands of miles, this most important step, Ling Xian naturally does not dare to ignore it in the slightest.

So Ling Xian took a deep breath, expelled all the fatigue, and concentrated his energy.

On the side, Princess Mingxiang's hands flew endlessly, and one after another spells were played, and with her movements, the Qianjiao Knife, which had almost been fully formed, was wrapped in a cloud of red flames.

"Fall!"

With a soft cry from the woman, the nine materials suspended next to her all fell into the flames.

"It's now, Brother Ling......"

"Okay!"

Ling Xian also let out a loud shout, and all the power of his divine consciousness rolled out, but it was quickly compressed, concentrated on one point, it was obviously a qualitative and intangible thing, but at this moment, it seemed to emerge in the void, and the speed was even more jaw-dropping, like that thousand knives flying away. (To be continued.) )