Following Ling Yaohe, Wen Yiming once again came to the underground secret room where he had absorbed Qing Shy, and after the three of them entered the secret room, they closed the metal door. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"The old man's spiritual flame is the twenty-fifth ranked Black Butterfly Ink Flame, which can help you, but the fire is too violent, and the casting process is a little unbearable!" Ling Yaohe turned around and said to Wen Yiming solemnly.

In Wen Yiming's silent thoughts, Yue Qimei thought for a while and said, "Uncle Shi, your Black Butterfly Ink Flame was damaged three years ago and has not recovered, so it's better to... Let me do it! ”

Ling Yaohe nodded and said, "Seventh Sister's Purple Flame is ranked thirty-one, which is very suitable for forging blades, but she has never been involved in this way, and it may take a little longer." ”

Wen Yiming thought about it for a while, Ziyan had to transform into a long gun, and after entering the Northern Frontier, he couldn't spare time at all, and he didn't have the opportunity to choose such a quiet and safe place. Based on the experience of the last casting, he believed that the time would not take long, because this time it was just a transformation, and he didn't have to bother to recognize the Lord or add new materials.

Chaoyue Seventh Sister hugged her fists, Wen Yiming was not pretentious, and said gratefully: "It's so hard!" ”

Yue Qimei smiled slyly and said, "However, I have one condition!" Come with you to Northern Xinjiang, don't get me wrong, I just want to learn how to refine plastic-breaking potions. ”

Wen Yiming saw Ling Yaohe smiling and silent, and said after a moment of silence: "In the lower cultivation is low, the trip to the northern Xinjiang is also a last resort, and there is no ability to guarantee your safety." What's more, I have too many things to do in northern Xinjiang, and I don't have time to study the refining of plastic-breaking agents for a while. ”

Yue Qimei's status in the Alchemy Guild is not low, and she is a peerless genius in the alchemy world, he doesn't dare to let her get into danger; Besides, there are enough people he has brought with him to the Northern Frontier, although the cultivation of the ninth layer of the Seventh Sister Martial Arts is good, but he can't hold up for a round in his own hands, and in the team he has recruited now, he is simply the bottom existence.

To put it mildly, the fact that this kind of greenhouse flower went was purely a drag, and even hindered his actions.

Yue Qimei tilted her head and pursed her lips, as if she saw through Wen Yiming's thoughts, and said: "You don't have to worry about my safety, you only say yes or no!" ”

Wen Yiming looked at Ling Yaohe with an attitude that he didn't care about himself, and knew that he had acquiesced, sighed, and said, "Forget it!" I'm still waiting for Qing Sha to fully merge with me and stabilize the forge. ”

Seeing Wen Yiming raise his hand and prepare to put Ziyan away, Yue Qimei snorted: "That's it, help you, stingy ghost!" ”

Wen Yiming touched his nose in embarrassment, Ling Yaohe smiled, and said, "The main difficulty in the method of casting the spiritual flame and refining the blade is that you need to control the spiritual flame with one hand and distract from the casting with the other. But with the help of the seventh sister, your pressure will be much less! ”

Under Ling Yaohe's nearly a quarter of an hour's narration, the two of them knew how to use the Spirit Flame to forge a blade. In fact, Ling Yaohe's guidance was mainly on how to manipulate the spiritual flame cooperation, while Wen Yiming only needed to refine it according to his own method.

After nearly two quarters of an hour of repeated speculation and cooperative drills, Ling Yaohe raised his hand and beckoned a forging furnace that two people were hugging, signaling that the two could start.

Yue Qimei, a genius who excludes the realm of concentration, has a comprehension that is especially above Wen Yiming, and under the guidance of Ling Yaohe himself, she slowly released the purple fire into the forging furnace.

Purple Flame is ranked thirty-one, and its complexion is like a white mist wrapped in a cloud of purple gas, which is a rare spiritual flame that blends water and fire!

The purple fire is also strong and soft, the gentle outer flame hides the blazing inner flame, and the refining potions and pills are of extremely high grade, especially suitable for forging weapons and armor.

When Wen Yiming waited for the fire spar in the forging furnace to be red all over, he threw the Ziyan heavy sword in the air and plunged it straight into it; Then he opened his concentration and carefully perceived the changes in Ziyan.

As soon as Zi Yan Fang was inserted into the fiery red spar, the entire sword body was wrapped in Zi Lihu, and a layer of faint purple mist diffused out, directly penetrating the white outer flame of Zi Lihu.

After a moment, Yue Qimei and Ling Yaohe showed a trace of surprise in their eyes, which was more of a suddenness, and a sentence appeared in their hearts at the same time, "... It's about purple! ”

Wen Yiming didn't notice the change in the expressions of the two, Ziyan is now a third-order, whether he can be promoted to the fourth order with Zilihuo is not within Wen Yiming's consideration, after all, no one has ever cast this kind of future artifact, and no one knows how to cast it in the subsequent promotion level.

At the beginning, Gu Rama's words, in Wen Yiming's current opinion, were just a speculation.

All he needed now was to transform it into a spear, and he was going to wait for the Spirit of Heavenly Book to recover in the future. He believed that whether it was the Shura Sword Body or the Ziyan Artifact, no one in the entire Heavenly Continent should know better than the Spirit of Heavenly Book, it was the Ancient Book Spirit, and its profound knowledge was not enough to describe with vastness.

Half an hour later, Wen Yiming's mind had already been in contact with Ziyan, and at this time, Ziyan's heavy sword also appeared blurred in the purple mist, and its external appearance seemed to have become a flowing line, fluctuating.

With the blessing of concentration, Wen Yiming sensed that the swallowing mouth of the heavy sword was disappearing, as if it was dissolved, flowing down the sword body, and the blade was also melting extremely slowly, and the entire sword body began to slowly become mellow and elongated under the spiritual control of Wen Yiming's mind and mind.

Wen Yiming knew that this was Zi Yan's shape towards the gun, and a touch of joy couldn't help but appear on his slightly sweaty cheeks, and he once again increased his efforts to control his thoughts.

At this moment, the purple flame wrapped in Zi Yan suddenly became unstable, and the white outer flame and the purple inner flame seemed to be in the chaotic time and space, chaotically intertwined with Zi Yan's purple mist, making a 'whoosh' sound, as if the hot sword body was suddenly put into the water, and a cloud of white smoke came out of the whole in the sizzling sound, which was also mixed with black particles visible to the naked eye.

Yue Qimei's pretty face turned red at this moment, her hands trembled slightly, and the technique of controlling the spiritual flame became sluggish.

When Ling Yaohe saw this scene, he was already shocked in less than two seconds, and hurriedly transmitted to the two of them: "Seventh sister, use all your spiritual power to recover Zi Lihuo, it will merge with Zi Yan; Wen Yiming, do your best to cast, which step you can get to is which step! ”

Yue Qimei and Wen Yiming were both shocked when they heard this, and the spiritual flame chose to merge with the blade, what does that mean?

Fusion is different from devouring, fusing is the self-selection of purple fire, and devouring is forcibly absorbed. This shows that Zi Lihuo wants to leave Yue Qimei and choose Ziyan as a place to live.

Yue Qimei was distressed at this moment, she was already full of mental power at this time, but she still couldn't control the riot of Zilihuo, as if she was fighting to vote for another master, which made Yue Qimei regret it and aggrieved at the same time.

Zi Lihuo has followed her for many years, because her cultivation was not high at that time, and it took nearly half a year to prepare, and she took a lot of mixtures and heavenly treasures. If Zi Lihuo really fused with Zi Yan, she wouldn't be able to find a place to cry.

Wen Yiming was also so depressed that he burst into tears, Zi Lihuo really fused with Zi Yan, and Yue Qimei estimated that she would find herself desperately; Especially Ziyan's current form made him want to cry without tears.

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