An alloy door with a thickness of fifty centimeters slowly opened, and Xia Houzheng was wearing a tights and walked into this underground laboratory with a rather rough design. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ??

The basement is surrounded by thick alloy walls that reveal a deep layer of steel in bright light, and some of the unevenness on it is more eye-catching.

There weren't many things in the basement, just a mold and a few containers for the hot melt.

Because for Xiahou Zheng, these are enough, no matter how much it will help him, it will only get in the way.

Xia Hou Zheng waved his hand, and dozens of swords with an icy aura appeared in the corner of the wall, one by one.

These are all collected from the Heavenly Gate after he solved the Emperor Shakti, and they are all first-class divine weapons in the world, but they will soon become the raw materials of a sword.

With another wave of his hand, more than a dozen special and precious materials appeared on the ground in the basement, including dark iron, meteorite iron, pure gold, and geocentric iron...... Similarly, most of these are also from Tianmen, and the piece of material that Xiahou Zheng values the most is also in it.

In the end, the Chi Yang Sword appeared in Xia Hou's hand, and after a gentle stroke, he pushed it with a palm, and the Chi Yang Sword also fell into the ranks of those divine soldiers.

After breathing for a while to make himself in the best condition, Xiahou was stretching out his hand towards those materials, and the special stone he brought automatically flew into Xiahouzheng's hand.

The crimson flame rose from Xiahou Zheng's hand, but he was not in a hurry to throw the stone into the flame, but controlled the flame and kept heating up.

The temperature of the flame continued to rise, and in the end, the flames in Xiahou's hand began to glow with a trace of purple, and the temperature was terrifying.

Throwing the stone in his hand into the air, the flames in his hand suddenly soared, turning into a fiery dragon and engulfing it.

A trace of flame was constantly absorbed by the stone, but with the non-stop support of Xiahou, the temperature of the flame did not decrease at all, and even slowly increased.

Half an hour later, the stone began to melt slowly, and the corners had slowly turned into magma-like substances, which were wrapped in flames by Xiahou to prevent it from falling to the ground.

An hour later, some slight sweat had already appeared on Xiahou Zheng's head, and the stone was completely melted, but Xiahou Zheng had no intention of stopping.

Xiahou Zheng naturally wouldn't be naïve enough to think that the substances he needed in this magma were impossible, and more of them should be impurities, and those that he didn't need had to be eliminated, what he wanted was the essence, and as long as the essence could he forge the best sword.

Continuing to increase the firepower, slowly, Xia Hou Zheng could see that in that magma-like material, there were constantly some impurities that were turned into black smoke by the high temperature, rising from the flames, and finally touching the top of the alloy above, condensing into some black substance.

After continuing to hold on for an hour, Xiahou was already sweating profusely, and the magma-like substance in front of him had turned into a fist-sized silver fluid at this time, even in the flames, there were still shining streamers from time to time.

"Whew, it's finally good!" Xia Hou Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, and lowered the temperature of the flame on his hand, probably in balance with the degree to which the silver fluid absorbed the flame, and did not let it freeze.

Done here, Xia Hou was sucking in with his left hand, and a piece of precious material arrived in his hand.

Under the terrifying high temperature in Xiahou's hand, this piece of material only lasted for ten minutes, and then turned into a ball of molten iron, and twenty minutes later, the molten iron that was originally the size of his head had been refined by Xiahou Zheng, only the size of a ping-pong ball, and there was a pile of black waste on the ground.

After making sure that there would be no more impurities refined, Xiahou was controlling this mass of molten iron and slowly approached the silver fluid.

Then, the two masses began to merge together, and there was a hint of red in the silver fluid.

Then, Xiahou Zheng began to concoct the same method, and a piece of fast-precious material was refined by him, and then thrown into the silver fluid.

Four hours later, all the materials were refined by Xiahou Zheng and put into the silver fluid, and at this moment, the silver fluid had turned red mixed with a little silver, which was half the size of a basketball.

After refining the original materials, Xiahou is starting to do something to those swords.

Although the divine weapon has been refined and built by others, there are still a lot of impurities in it, and after Xiahou is completely removing the impurities of a divine soldier, the material obtained is only the size of two ping-pong balls.

In the end, the Chiyang Sword also turned into a ball of molten iron in Xiahou's hand, which was integrated into that large mass of substance, and finally, a molten iron ball was formed that was a circle larger than a basketball.

At this time, a dagger formed by a flame slashed fiercely in Xiahou Zheng's hand, Xiahou was concentrating on two things, maintaining the existence of flames on one side, and on the other hand, he began to force the essence and blood in his body out of his body.

Drops of essence blood flowed out of the wound, and finally, half a fist-sized essence blood ball appeared on Xia Hou's forehand, like a ruby, exuding an alluring luster.

"So much essence blood, it should be enough, right?"

Xia Hou was controlling the essence blood and slowly entered the molten iron ball, the essence blood touched the molten iron ball, a burst of white smoke rose, and the essence blood instantly fused with the molten iron ball.

At this moment, Xia Houzheng immediately felt a special connection between himself and the molten iron ball.

"Blood refining method, complete!" Xia Houzheng muttered excitedly, and then controlled the molten iron ball to prepare into the prepared mold.

Suddenly, Xiahou was paused, and after a while, the flame in his hand rose suddenly, and the molten iron ball wrapped in the flame was elongated, and gradually, the tip of the sword appeared, then the sword body, the sword grid, and finally the hilt.

Finally, a crimson long sword composed of flowing molten iron appeared in front of Xiahou Zheng, and this sword was exactly the same as the previous Chiyang sword.

Xiahou Zheng knew that if it continued like this, he didn't know how long it would take for this sword to cool down, so he took out a bead in a hurry, and then withdrew the flames, just using his true qi to maintain the shape of the long sword.

Xia Hou was holding the ice bead and smearing it on the body of the long sword, releasing the powerful cold qi, and the long sword quickly turned into a thick black sword blank.

Reaching out to hold the sword blank in his hand, Xiahou Zheng immediately felt a feeling of flesh and blood, and he said excitedly: "If I had this connection with Chiyang Sword from the beginning, it wouldn't be so troublesome to deal with Emperor Shakti." ”

Xiahou Zheng could feel that even this sword blank, which had not yet been honed to open the front, was much better than ordinary divine weapons (compared to the Fengyun World).

He couldn't wait to inject his true qi into the long sword, wanting to try how powerful this unopened thick sword blank was, and then, as soon as his true qi entered the sword body, his dantian was like an opening, and the true qi flowed into the long sword crazily.

"Click!"

With a few soft sounds, I saw that the silver light on the long sword was restrained, and the appearance became even darker, and finally, a layer of black substance fell off the sword body.

After all the black matter was completely separated, a long sword with a silver-white body and a natural mystical pattern on it appeared in Xiahou Zheng's eyes, and the long sword occasionally flashed a trace of light, like an artifact.

"That's it, and there's no need for polishing?"

Holding a few sword flowers in his hand, Xiahou Zheng felt very comfortable, looking at the long sword in his hand that was seven points similar to the Chiyang Sword, he thought for a while, "Do you want to change your name?"

After touching his chin and thinking for a long time, Xiahou Zheng nodded decisively, "Let's call it Chiyang Sword!" 8