In the room, the red light is full!

This is the sword-casting room of the Maple Sect, that is, the Diyan Hall of the former Qixuanmen, the sword-casting master is 500 meters underground, connected to the earth and earth, and the fire veins of the earth's crust are drawn down, and in the middle of the room is a low-grade magic weapon sword-casting furnace.

Zhan Feng sat on the ground, his face was calm with a hint of seriousness and prudence, his sleeves flew up and down, his hands pinched the magic tricks, and constantly shot out gray-white aura from his fingertips, less than three feet in front of him, the Cang Flame Stone was rotating rapidly in the void, and these gray and white spiritual energy were all poured into the Cang Flame Stone.

Such a scene has lasted for more than an hour, Zhan Feng has been refining this flame stone in the sword casting room every day for the past few days, this is a boring and tiring work, and he may not be able to see hope for a long time, but Zhan Feng doesn't care, and even enjoys it.

While constantly mobilizing the aura in his body, he used his heart to externalize his heart and began to operate the "Ten Thousand Worlds Fire Technique", which is a method that specializes in absorbing and refining different fires, Zhan Feng had refined two kinds of different fires in his previous life, so there was no obstacle in practicing the "Ten Thousand Worlds Fire Formula".

With the continuous infusion of spiritual energy, the flame stone rotated faster and faster, and the surface of the body began to be covered with cracks, from the inside of the cracks there was constantly fire light transmitted out, unlike the blazing earth fire, these fires seemed to have no temperature, although the penetrating power was extremely strong, but not much heat was felt.

Zhan Feng turned a blind eye to this vision, and just concentrated on doing this boring work, but sweat gradually oozed out of his forehead, and he was secretly worried in his heart, it seemed that he was still a little aggressive, but he didn't expect this flame stone to be so "stubborn". The mana in his body has been consumed, and the Cang Flame Stone has not changed much.

But at this time, it is difficult to ride a tiger. If the success is hastily achieved, the Flame Stone is likely to lose stability and explode. At that time, although he could protect himself, but the sword casting room and magic weapon sword casting furnace in front of him were afraid that it would be difficult to preserve, Zhan Feng decided to continue refining after thinking about it, and his spiritual sense felt that the strange fire in the Cang Flame Stone had begun to be active.

Sure enough, after another ten minutes, there was a soft "click", and a small crack on the flame stone suddenly cracked like an eggshell, and a firelight was projected like a sharp blade, as if it had spirituality. As soon as it rushed out, it turned from red to black, and at the same time, it instantly turned into a demon venerable, and rose up, and immediately broke through the air.

Zhan Feng was dumbfounded, this strange fire was so obvious that although he had never seen it, he recognized it at a glance, and the horror in his heart was like a huge wave, and he almost became sluggish, but at this time, he didn't dare to have the slightest slack. Hurriedly used his spiritual sense to wrap this firelight, and used the "Ten Thousand Worlds Fire Technique" to begin to absorb and transform.

The strange fire seemed to know that he was surrounded by spiritual sense, and immediately became furious, and turned around. The spear that had been supporting the sky immediately appeared in his hand, and stabbed towards Zhanfeng's face door rapidly, and the tip of the spear pierced the air with a burst of flames. It's just that it's all swarthy, black fire. It's weird.

The speed of this spear was so fast that it was about to stab the door of Zhanfeng's face. Zhan Feng snorted coldly, the magic trick was pinched, and a cloud of empty spiritual consciousness turned into four shields to surround it in the center, and at the same time, the spiritual consciousness was like a spring backlogged towards the center, and the black fire seemed to have no escape, and shouted in the sky surrounded by spiritual consciousness, but it was silent, and was finally refined, and the next moment a black flame appeared out of thin air above Zhanfeng's dantian.

Zhan Feng couldn't look inward, because the second flame broke out of the stone again, but it turned from red to blue, turning into a scholar-like human form, all blue, only a pair of eyes were black, looking extremely demonic, Zhan Feng had already expected it, and without hesitation, he immediately began to refine.

Half an hour passed, there were more and more cracks on the flame stone, and there were more and more flames that were activated, there were nine flames from beginning to end, these flames were of different colors, different incarnations, and seemed to have different personalities, but once the stone was broken, they all immediately shot and fled, but unfortunately they were all absorbed by Zhanfeng refining in the end.

The nine flames were all absorbed into Feng's dantian spiritual sea, and at this moment, his mana had almost disappeared, and he was weakened, and even his spiritual sense could no longer be released, and he just wanted to sleep for a long time.

Zhan Feng's soul lost his mind, and the nine flames immediately grew stronger, growing dozens of feet tall all of a sudden, each of them turned into shapes, and it was about to fill the entire dantian, Zhan Feng's whole body suddenly woke up, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead instantly, and he quickly bit the tip of his tongue, and the severe pain made him sober up a lot.

And a stream of essence blood was poured into the dantian from the tip of the tongue, and it seemed that there was a bloody rain in the sky above the dantian, and the flames that had just been dancing with demons were immediately languished by the blood rain, and Zhan Feng had words in his mouth, and the blood rain turned into a huge red blood net, enveloping all the nine strange fires.

The blood net shrank smaller and smaller, and the alien fire became smaller and smaller, and the essence blood as the medium also began to merge with each other, and was finally compressed into a ball the size of an egg, and the color changed to a dark color, floating quietly over the Dantian Linghai.

At the moment when the black fire finally took shape, Zhan Feng finally let go and fell to the ground.

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Two days have passed, Zhan Feng has not come out yet, Tang Wanyu and the high-level leaders above the elders of the Wenfeng Sect are waiting outside the house, although they are all in a hurry, but no one dares to enter.

Just when everyone was anxious, suddenly the door of the sword casting room was opened, Zhan Feng walked out, everyone looked at it in surprise, but suddenly stunned at the same time, two seconds later, Tang Wanyu finally giggled, while the others wanted to laugh or didn't want to laugh, and they all held back extremely hard.

Zhan Feng looked himself up and down in surprise, and then he shook his head and smiled bitterly, it turned out that he was dusty all over his body at this time, and his white clothes became dirty, which was comparable to the disciples of the Beggar Gang's Dirty Clothes Sect, his hair was also messy, and his face was even more unshaven, he didn't need to make up at all, and he could play a miner directly on the set.

Although the image was miserable, Zhan Feng's mood couldn't be better, he hurriedly went to take a shower, changed his clothes, and then locked himself in the house and slept beautifully for a day, and after a day, his mana finally recovered.

Without waiting for everyone to ask, Zhan Feng rushed into the alchemy room again, and he was about to start refining the Gathering Spirit Pill.

After sitting down cross-legged, with a stroke of his right hand, there were a bunch of things on the ground, in addition to the alchemy furnace, there were also a lot of herbs, Liuyun ginseng, Liquan grass, Jiuxingzhi and so on filled half of the room, which looked very complicated.

In the face of so many medicines, Zhan Feng's face was quite calm, he was no longer familiar with the steps of refining the Gathering Spirit Pill, with a wave of his right hand, the Liuyun Ginseng was put into the alchemy furnace, and with a little fingertip of his left finger, a black light flashed, turning into a black flame at the bottom of the alchemy furnace.

This flame seemed to be silent and had no heat, but after a while, the flowing cloud ginseng began to liquefy, Zhan Feng's expression was focused, his hands waved, and the medicinal materials on the ground were swept into the alchemy furnace one after another, and soon, these medicinal materials all turned into liquid, intertwined and fused together, exuding bursts of strange fragrance.

Zhan Feng did not relax, his hands pinched, and several spiritual qi shot into the liquid in the alchemy furnace from his fingertips, stirring it into a whirlpool, and various impurities were constantly removed, and soon after, the liquid in the alchemy furnace was only half furnace left, and the color also turned emerald green.

Suddenly, the black flame suddenly expanded, enveloping the entire alchemy furnace, and the liquid in the furnace became more and more viscous, and the color became deeper and deeper, Zhan Feng's eyes flashed with joy, and he immediately closed the lid of the furnace and continued to calcinate it with black fire, forty minutes later, he finally withdrew the black flame and uncovered the furnace lid.

The smell was fragrant, there was a pile of dark green pills lying quietly in the alchemy furnace, Zhan Feng counted them silently, there were as many as twenty-five, he was overjoyed in his heart, he didn't expect that this furnace actually refined twenty-five medium-grade spirit pills, this luck was simply against the sky.

Of course, Zhan Feng would not really believe that it was the explosion of his character that led to such a good result, in fact, he knew that most of the reason why the alchemy was so successful this time was the black flame.

It was the strange fire that he extracted and absorbed from the Cang Flame Stone, and it was also the strange fire that made him stunned in surprise, it was one of the nine great strange fires in the cultivation realm that was thunderous but ethereal and difficult to find, the Ninth Demon Flame known for its weird and demonic evil! (To be continued......)

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