The higher the temperature, the more excited the expression on the sword slave's face.

He had been refining this pot of molten iron for 32 days, and it was fused with all kinds of heavenly and earthly treasures, and now the last three most important materials had also been fused into it, coupled with such a powerful introduction, he firmly believed that he would definitely be able to create a top-level spirit-level divine sword after seven hundred and forty-nine days.

He has no interest in anything else in his life, and the only thing he is obsessed with is sword casting, even if he cultivates, he will forge a sword so that he has stronger strength.

He doesn't pursue great power, what he pursues is to forge the strongest weapon in the divine plane with his own hands!

After two failures, this time he was full of confidence.

Bai Ling, who jumped into the boiler, was equally confident in his death.

The second before being submerged in molten iron, he could feel unprecedented danger, because he could feel that his broken primordial god was in an unprecedented state of alertness, indicating that this terrible molten iron might not be able to prevent it even if it was a primordial god.

He was sure it was secure.

But death came too fast, he didn't have time to get excited at all, he lost consciousness the moment he plunged into the molten iron, he didn't have time to get excited or suffer, and the terrible temperature instantly deprived him of everything.

Bai Ling's feeling was right.

Even the original god can't guarantee that his master will survive with this jump.

But he won't give up.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, it will give it its all.

The moment he jumped into the molten iron, the Yuan Shen immediately burst out with powerful power to prevent the high temperature of the outside world from causing devastating damage to his body, and at the same time urged Bai Ling's Yuan Qi Sea to absorb the power of the Heavenly Treasures melted in the molten iron at the fastest speed, and perfectly fused these powers with his body, so as to ensure that his body could be safe and sound in the continuous violent heat.

Genshin is going all out.

This time there is only a glimmer of life, it has no other way but to go all out, and even if it goes all out, it will not be able to keep Bai Tianling, the only thing it can do is to fight with all its might.

Dead, a hundred,

didn't die, and his strength increased greatly.

Outside, the sword slave didn't dare to let the fire weaken for a moment, and kept adding fire crystals to the inside to keep the golden flame burning.

"This is the third attempt and hopefully this one will be successful. ”

At three o'clock a day, as time passed, the excitement on the sword slave's face became more and more difficult to suppress, and at the same time, it became more and more nervous.

He stayed by the boiler all the time, kept the flame burning continuously at any time, and did everything possible to make the natural materials and earth treasures in the pot perfectly integrate in a stable high temperature.

The golden flames continued to burn for seven hundred and forty-nine days.

When the time came, the sword slave kept pulling the mold for casting the sword.

There is a valve port under the boiler, and when the valve port is opened, orange-gold molten iron rushes out and pours into the mold.

But the moment the molten iron flowed out, the sword slave's expectant expression disappeared, and a layer of cold frost covered his face.

How can the molten iron that flows out not have a little power?

This pot of molten iron fuses a large number of heavenly and earthly treasures, and the molten iron burned should be full of powerful power, and the experience of the first two times also told him that it should be like this, why is there no difference between the molten iron flowing out this time and the molten iron smelted by ordinary scrap iron slag?

What the hell is going on?

The sword slave's heart was half cold, it took him five years to find this pot of genius earth treasure, and he could turn it into a peerless divine sword, but at the last moment, it turned into a pot of scrap molten iron, and his expressionless face also showed an extremely ugly madness.

Seeing that all the pots flowed into the mold, the sword slave didn't make any next move, just watched the molten iron flow out in a daze.

Dejectedly, he watched as the molten iron slowly solidified, and it took him a full 5 minutes before he forced himself to calm down.

The first two failures were due to the fact that he didn't find enough materials to create a spirit-level divine sword, but this time he found enough heavenly and earthly treasures, and as a result, even the molten iron used to forge the sword was burned out.

The same materials, the same one person was thrown in, why did this time the most prepared but the most failed?

The sword slave looked at the big iron cauldron suspiciously.

It is unlikely that the problem lies in the material, he has never met or heard of the situation where putting too many materials will waste a pot of molten iron if he has been casting a sword for many years, and the only thing that may have a problem is the person who threw it in.

"Could it be that kid is not suitable for forging swords?"

But it's not suitable anymore, and it won't waste a whole pot of natural treasures, right?

The sword slave knocked on his head, really not understanding what was going on with this failure.

Five years of hard work will be wasted, the sword slave is really unwilling, he climbed into the boiler to see if there are still some materials with recycling value left in it, if there is any, it can give him some comfort.

He opened the lid of the pot, poked his head into it, and the scene he saw in front of him instantly shocked him into a cold sweat, and his dark pupils contracted violently, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

Under the boiler lay a crimson figure, whose body burned through like fire crystals.

This humanoid body exudes great power, and these powers are clearly the power of this pot of heaven and earth treasure that he has refined.

The shock on the sword slave's face quickly turned into excitement.

It was definitely the kid's body that quickly carbonized in the extremely high temperature molten iron after jumping in, and the power in the boiler quickly occupied the empty shell left behind by his carbonization, forming a complete human form, and this human figure also condensed the power of a whole pot of heaven and earth treasures.

The hope that was re-seen after despair was stronger than any hope, and the expressionless face of the sword slave could hardly suppress his joy at this time.

I thought that my pot of natural materials and treasures was all wasted, but no!

Not only not, but the power of a pot of heavenly and earthly treasures is all concentrated together, as long as this body is smelted again, what you get is the purest sword-casting raw material in the world, and it can be 100% able to create a high-grade spirit-level artifact!

Top-notch!

As a swordsmith obsessed with sword forging, what could make him happier than this!?

The sword slave looked excitedly at the crimson human form under the pot, this powerful human form was simply lifelike, and it looked like it could move.

Well?

Will it move?

The sword slave's expression froze, and he blinked his eyes to look closely, and the red figure burning under the pot really moved, as if he was frowning and wanted to open his eyes.

Shout~

The person under the pot really opened his eyes, and two hot energy rays erupted from his eyes, directly piercing the thick wall of the pot, and as he shook his head, the terrifying rays swept through the pot.

"How is that possible?"

"How could it be ???"

The sword slave jumped onto the beam of the roof, and the horrific image left his mind blank.

Not dead?

He didn't die???

That kid practiced in the boiler for seven hundred and forty-nine days, not only did he not die, but he also absorbed the power of his pot of heavenly treasures!?