Magic Iron is a soft iron.

It is highly flexible and malleable. Crisp Rock Magic Iron, on the other hand, has the solid properties of rock.

Together, the two complement each other. It makes the Crisp Rock Demon Iron have a super physical attack rebound ability.

However, this material has another drawback, it is not resistant to high temperatures.

Once there is a high temperature of more than 10,000 degrees, the brittle rock magic iron is very easy to melt and disintegrate.

The high temperature of 10,000 degrees seems to be an unattainable temperature, but in the eyes of martial cultivators, it is not difficult to reach the high temperature of 10,000 degrees.

Especially in front of Yang Qian, who has mastered the "Supreme Refining Technique", the 10,000-degree high temperature is just a piece of cake. Because many times when refining weapons, their temperature will often reach 20,000 degrees, or even higher.

10,000 degrees is really not that difficult.

A hole was opened in the coffin, and oxygen poured in through it.

The flames that were originally extinguished were burning again, and Yang Qian, who was already suffering from a lack of oxygen, was breathing heartily at this time.

The dazzling firelight illuminated the entire stone house.

It didn't take long for the coffin to burn out a hole that Yang Qian could pass through.

Yang Qian's heart was overjoyed, and his body flew out, turning into a streamer and shooting out of the hole.

"Huhu, it's finally out!"

Breathing his own air outside, Yang Qian was in a good mood.

Glancing at the coffin that had broken the hole, Yang Qian smiled evilly: "This coffin is made of good material, it should be a good choice for refining weapons......

Thinking about it, Yang Qian suddenly fell into deep thought.

"What is good to refine?" Yang Qian thought in his heart.

Refining into a tripod furnace seems to be a bit overkill.

Let's refine it into a sword, it seems that there is more than enough material......

In distress, Yang Qian suddenly had an idea.

"That's right, it's not bad to refine a big sword!" Yang Qian's eyes lit up suddenly.

Ever since he had cultivated the Nine Heavens Overlord Sword, Yang Qian had always felt that using the Fingering Heaven Sword or the Blue Water Dragon Yuan could not fully exert the kind of domineering intent he needed.

It's always like something is missing.

After thinking about it, Yang Qian thought that to cast the Nine Heavens Overlord Sword, he had to use a big sword.

Yang Qian had also paid attention to the big sword on the market before, but he was disappointed that he didn't find a big sword with good material at the same time.

At this moment, the material of this coffin is so strong, it is just right to refine a big sword.

Although the Crisp Rock Demon Iron is not resistant to high temperatures, if it is infused with some fire attributes and metallics, it is believed that the performance of the Crisp Rock Demon Iron will not be bad.

"That's it." Yang Qian suddenly became a little excited.

Now that the idea has been decided, Yang Qian will not hesitate.

With the outline model of the big sword roughly outlined in his mind, Yang Qian sacrificed the Ding furnace, ran the "Supreme Refining Technique", and began the refining of the big sword.

The fire devoured the entire coffin directly.

The 10,000-degree heat melted the coffin almost instantly.

The coffin turned into boiling molten iron, exuding a fiery breath.

Yang Qian's mind moved, his spiritual power was fully expanded, and he was engrossed in introducing the molten iron into the refining furnace, and then subtly controlled the molten iron to form in the furnace.

After a while, a prototype of a large sword three meters long and thirty centimeters wide appeared in front of him.

Carefully grooming the details, from the sword body to the hilt, every line, Yang Qian pursues perfection, and there can be no flaws.

Because this sword was specially used to cast the Nine Heavens Overlord Sword, Yang Qian deliberately engraved a big word "Ba" on the body of the sword, close to the hilt of the sword.

It makes the whole big sword more rough and domineering first.

Completely satisfied with the Great Sword, Yang Qianfang used the Essence of Creation to guide the fire attribute aura and metallic aura to the refining furnace and began to pour it into the great sword.

The fire properties and metallicity mainly make the greatsword able to withstand high temperatures and become stronger.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Soon two hours passed, and the sun had moved to the western mountains.

Inside the stone house, the firelight gradually converged, and the dark three-meter sword was quietly suspended in mid-air, floating and sinking.

Yang Qian was sweating profusely, and his whole body seemed to be about to collapse.

The body trembled violently, and finally couldn't support it anymore, and sat on the ground with a plop.

Panting heavily, the big sword suspended in the air lost the support of spiritual power, and smashed to the ground with a bang, and half of the sword body sank straight under the ground.

It can be seen how terrifying the weight of that big sword is.

Although Yang Qian was very tired, looking at his masterpiece, Yang Qian was very relieved.

"It worked." Yang Qian smiled smugly.

Regardless of the sweat stains on his body, he meditated directly cross-legged, and began to recover the consumed spiritual power by using his spiritual power.

About half a time later, Yang Qian suddenly opened his eyes.

Most of the spiritual power was restored, and the previous fatigue was swept away.

Jumping up from the ground with a whoosh, Yang Qian landed steadily in front of the big sword, his big hand reached out, and grabbed the huge hilt of the big sword.

Hum!

Yang Qian snorted, exerted force with his arm, and drew his sword upwards with force.

But the result is that the big sword does not move at all!

Yang Qian's face became a little solemn, and he paused for a few seconds, this time he directly held the hilt of the sword with both hands, almost using all his strength.

Hum!

Another muffled grunt.

However, the sword still did not move!

"I don't believe it!"

Yang Qian's strong heart was instantly aroused, and he competed with this big sword, and he didn't believe that he couldn't pull out this sword.

The spiritual power frantically gathered towards his left arm, and a faint milky white halo began to appear on his left arm, and a wave of divine power filled Yang Qian's left arm, at this time, Yang Qian had a wonderful feeling, even if there was a mountain in front of him, he could lift one of them away.

"Up!"

Yang Qian let out a loud shout, and with the help of the power of the god's left hand, he suddenly exerted force.

A powerful posture to pull out the mountains and cover the world!

The strength of the left hand of the god was beyond Yang Qian's expectations, and as the shouts sounded, the surging power was applied to the big sword, and the body of the big sword trembled suddenly, only to hear a bang, and the long sword was slowly pulled out by Yang Qian.

Sonorous and sonorous......

The blade of the sword rubbed against the ground with a screeching sound.

And as the sword body was drawn, Dao sparks shone out, and they were extremely gorgeous.

I don't know how long it took, but the sword was completely drawn.

But at the moment when the sword body was completely pulled out, Yang Qian had already reached his limit, the milky white halo of his left hand dimmed, the power of the god's left hand disappeared, and Yang Qian's spiritual power was exhausted again.

Yang Qian only felt that his hands sank, and the big sword fell down violently, and Yang Qian's whole body was pulled down by the weight of the big sword.

At that moment, it was as if he was tied to a 10,000-pound stone, and it was difficult to resist at all.

Rumble!

The sword slammed to the ground, shattering the ground and sending smoke and dust everywhere.

As the long sword fell, Yang Qian was also pulled and planted on the ground, and the whole person completely smashed on the big sword and sword, falling all over the body in pain, grinning in pain.

But it hurts and it hurts.

"This guy at least weighs a thousand pounds!" Yang Qian lay on the big sword, holding the sword body and gasping for breath while muttering to himself.