Jin Zhuo and Ding Qiqi stared at Hua Duxiu together, Hua Duxiu was noncommittal, and once again practiced the method provided by Jin Zhuo in his mind, and sat down cross-legged silently.

Hua Duxiu said: "Remember your promise, no matter what you see today, don't talk about it to outsiders." ”

Jin Zhuo said: "Don't worry, I don't have a few years to live, if I can open my eyes today, this life will be considered complete." ”

Hua Duxiu said: "You can think about it." ”

Jin Zhuo said, "Please start." ”

Hua Duxiu nodded: "Okay." ”

By the campfire, the three of them sat cross-legged, all serious and serious, as if something sacred and mysterious was going to happen.

Hua Duxiu placed the dragon scale sword and the little red sword side by side on her legs, with two punches in between. Under the light of the fire, the dragon scale sword burst into white silk, and the naked eye felt a chill.

And the little red sword is nothing special except that the sword body is as smooth as porcelain, it is just an ordinary slippery wooden stick.

Hua Duxiu said silently in his heart, Dragon Scales, don't blame me, if you want to blame, blame the old thief of Tianhe, if he doesn't fight Bai Yujing, Bai Yujing will not perish, and you will not fall into the hands of the Sticky Pole Division, the Sticky Pole Division will not dedicate you to the Four Princes, and the Four Princes will not give you to me inexplicably.

Thinking of this, Hua Duxiu wondered again.

What kind of heart does this kid have, such an artifact, I don't know him very well, how can I say that he will give it to me?

Isn't he distressed?

That's it, let's get down to business first.

Hua Duxiu cleared her mind, slowly opened the pendant around her neck, and took out a fragment of animal skin.

The piece they kept with the flowers.

When the fragments of the hides left the gold pendant, there was an inexplicable coldness in the small cave, as if the cold air from outside had suddenly poured in, completely suppressing the temperature of the campfire.

Jin Zhuo and Ding Qiqi were both magicians with super keen senses, and their eyelids jumped at the same time, and their eyes were fixed on Hua Duxiu's palm.

Apparently, they both noticed something strange about the small dry object.

It's just that no one spoke, didn't ask.

What does Hua Duxiu do?

Of course, it is a special technique to extract a little bit of the demonic qi contained in the fragment of demonic qi and use it as a medium to invade the dragon scale sword.

To put it simply, it is used as his "Infinite True Qi".

Hua Duxiu doesn't have Wuji True Qi, and he can't use Wuji True Qi, but according to the repeated attempts in the supernatural world, as well as examples from the real world, the effectiveness of demonic qi is much higher than that of Wuji True Qi.

In the supernatural world, Hua Duxiu didn't even need to bleed himself, he could easily extract the pure spirit qi on the battle axe with his abundant demonic qi alone, and easily integrate it into the little red sword.

This is not a supernatural world, and demonic energy is not everywhere in the world, and the test is how to retrieve and use demonic energy.

This point, Jin Zhuo has just introduced in detail, Hua Duxiu is seventy percent sure that he can do it.

After all, after all these years of getting along with the fragments of animal skins, the supernatural world has become his second home, and Hua Duxiu is no stranger to the attributes and characteristics of demonic energy.

Here it comes!

Young Master Hua's eyes moved, his fingers were lightly hooked, the dry animal skin fragments shook inexplicably, and a thick fog as black as ink slowly poured out!

The moment the black mist left the fragments of the animal skin, the temperature in the stone cave was again lower, and even the bonfire was inexplicably dimmed by three points.

The black mist seemed to be alive, pulsing lightly an inch above the fragments of animal hides. Jin Zhuo and Ding Qiqi both had a creepy feeling, as if the devil had broken free from his shackles and something extremely dangerous was about to happen.

The closest to the black mist was Hua Duxiu, Hua Duxiu did not panic in the slightest, his expression was calm, and his fingers trembled slightly, as if he was carrying a small piece of meat to seduce a little milk dog.

There is no danger at all.

Oh, my God!

In Jin Zhuo and Ding Qiqi's other intuitive senses, Hua Duxiu is dancing with death with his life, which is to tease the most dangerous kind of aura in the world.

If you are not careful, this inky black thing can swallow him in an instant, and you can erase him from this world!

The two had no doubts, their instincts telling them that this thing had an unimaginable and amazing power that humans could not easily control.

It's just that what you see with the naked eye is completely different from what the magician's intuition feels.

Is Master Hua really calm?

Not at all, he just didn't show it on his face.

Actually, he was excited in his heart!

What is it?

This is demonic energy!

The supernatural world that accompanied him for countless days and nights, inspired him, and accompanied him to practice swords, the source of the power of transfiguration is this thing.

At this moment, this demonic qi was actually dialyzed out of the animal skin fragment by himself, which was really a milestone progress, a progress that he had never thought of before.

Or a higher stage of death.

He even had an illusion for a moment, if he could really precipitate the demonic qi, then in the future, could I also use the "demonic qi" as a killer weapon like the little black egg?

But now is not the time for crankiness.

His little heart was about to jump out of his throat.

Excavating demonic energy is only the first step.

He also had to follow the method instructed by Jin Zhuo, and the feelings summarized by hundreds of operations in the supernatural world, and use this demonic qi as a medium to refine the spiritual energy for the little red sword.

Young Master Hua was very excited, but now, he had to be steady, and he couldn't get out of the mess at all.

Hua Duxiu led a cloud of black qi out of the fragment of the beast skin, and then led this black qi to the top of the dragon scale sword. The dragon scale sword seemed to feel some great danger, and the entire sword body trembled inexplicably, making a thin sound on Hua Duxiu's legs.

I'll go, is this sword alive?

Do you know to be afraid?

What the heck?!

At this point, even if the dragon scale sword opened his mouth to beg for mercy, Hua Duxiu couldn't stop.

How mysterious and terrifying the demonic qi is? The black magic thunder of the little black egg, the black flame that almost burned Chang Chunzun, are all evolved from this thing.

It can be said that the pitch-black aura seduced by Hua Duxiu is the origin of those terrible derivatives.

No wonder Jin Zhuo and Ding Qiqi are all aware of the huge danger, the weird black fire can even be burned to death by the Tianzun masters of the demigod realm, they are not afraid of the little real human realm?

Hua Duxiu seems to be relaxed, but in fact she is also nervous to death.

I can't make any mistakes, I can't have the slightest bit, otherwise the demonic energy will backfire, and suddenly burst into black flames, or black lightning bolts, and I won't have time to dodge when I'm so close.

In this little cave, not only will I finish the calf, but my dear Qiqi will also suffer.

Be cautious and cautious.

Hua Duxiu carefully attached the pitch-black aura to the dragon scale sword, the dragon scale sword was almost about to jump up, Hua Duxiu's other hand pressed it tightly, and at the moment when the demonic qi attached the dragon scale sword, the dragon scale sword seemed to become a corpse again, and it didn't move.

Soaked in, soaked in!

Hua Duxiu didn't dare to breathe, his right hand quickly hooked, and the black qi was finely manipulated to swim in the dragon scale sword, and the pure spirit qi contained in the sword was completely grasped.

The material of the dragon scale sword body comes from outside the sky, it is made of meteoric iron, and it has absorbed the essence of heaven and earth for hundreds of years under Yujing Mountain, which is simply a rare divine object in the world.

It's a pity that today it is considered that the big girl met the robber and was completely robbed.

There's nothing left.

Hua Duxiu's fingers hooked for a while, and suddenly the palm of his hand was lifted up, and the black mist slowly broke away from the dragon scale sword like a sponge full of water, and slowly squirmed with Hua Duxiu's jade hand again.

It's just that this black mist is no longer as black as before, and there is a trace of white light trying to break free from time to time in the wriggling, but unfortunately the black mist has a natural magnetic force on the white light, firmly absorbing it and not letting it get out of the slightest.

The dragon scale sword that had lost its spiritual qi seemed to have suddenly aged for dozens of years, and the sword body made of meteorite iron had inexplicably become wrinkled, really like it had grown a layer of dragon scales.

Okay, okay, that's half the story.

Hua Duxiu thought silently in her heart, steady, steady.

Can't panic, can't panic.

The next step is the most critical step, the Qing Ling Qi is precipitated, and it can only be considered successful when it is successfully integrated into the Little Red Sword.

Moreover, it must be from the inside out, it must be a gentle integration, not a hard invasion.

It's a test of skills.

Hua Duxiu carefully seduced the black mist to approach the little red sword, the little red sword was different from the dragon scale sword, it had no sign of "tricking the corpse" at all, it was motionless, lying quietly on Hua Duxiu's legs.

Hua Duxiu meditated, came and came......

Steady!

Hua Duxiu led the black qi to completely wrap the little red sword, and then turned the clear spirit qi into the finest silk thread, and the three hundred and sixty degrees without dead angles penetrated into the little red sword from the small pores on the surface, reaching the deepest depth.

Pour it in first, pour it into the core along the fine lines of the little red sword itself, and then penetrate outward, and finally completely soak the entire little red sword.

The small red sword of wood, on a microscopic level that is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, has many pores of its own.

In this process, the Qing Ling Qi occupies the little red sword from the inside out, and the process of pouring it into it is not occupied, the Qing Ling Qi is only compressed and entered through the pores of the wooden sword body itself, just like water flowing into a water pipe.

After filling, it is the water in the pipe that soaks the pipe itself.

A simple metaphor, that's the principle.

This process is very slow, and it is also the most insightful test of Hua Duxiu.

The Qing Ling Qi must have proper pressure, not too strong, otherwise it will hardly invade the body of the little red sword, and it must not be too weak, otherwise it will not be able to turn into the finest silk thread and enter the air hole.

The Qing Ling Qi is so precious, it must be completely integrated into the Little Red Sword, and there can be no waste in the slightest.

A layer of fine sweat gradually oozed from Hua Duxiu's forehead, his eyes stared at the little red sword on his leg motionlessly, and the whole person was motionless except for the rapid hooking of his fingers, like a sculpture.

Even, his breathing was deliberately slowed to a minimum.

lest the snort disturb the black demonic energy below.

Fortunately, after the Qing Ling Qi was completely integrated into the Little Red Sword, it began to gradually overflow, moistening the wooden body of the Little Red Sword little by little.

Everything is going in a smooth direction, and it won't be long before the Pure Spirit Qi will be fully integrated into the Little Red Sword, and the Little Red Sword will also be reborn.

And refining in this way, the so-called locked "soul" in the little red sword will not be subject to the hard impact of the pure spirit qi, if she exists, the two will be integrated in a relatively gentle way.

Young Master Hua's hanging heart was faintly relieved.

At this moment, the black demonic qi covering the little red sword suddenly changed and surged violently as if fuel had dripped from the fire!

Hua Duxiu's mood that had just been loosened immediately hit his throat again, what is the situation!

His palm was just above the black gas, and as soon as the black gas flowed, it immediately invaded Hua Duxiu's palm, and a violent burning sensation came, and Hua Duxiu almost reacted nervously and directly withdrew his palm.

However, I cannot accept it.

The transfer of spiritual energy is about to be completed, now that the palm is closed, the demonic qi is out of control and I don't know what will happen, and the pure spiritual qi poured into the body of the little red sword will definitely be scattered and disappear, and the previous efforts are equal to vain, and the success is in vain!

The demonic energy was agitated, but it did not change more drastically. Hua Duxiu's forehead was full of sweat, and she thought silently again and again in her heart, don't change, don't change!

Whether it is black magic thunder or black flame, no matter what changes occur to this demonic qi, it is not something that Hua Duxiu can do.

Hua Duxiu endured the severe pain in his palm, trying to control the black demonic energy, and at the same time, his heart was full of questions.

What's wrong with it?

Why the sudden loss of control?

Jin Zhuo, who had been silent, suddenly exclaimed, "Be careful, it wants to take that soul!"