Half a month is a fleeting time.

Refining is a long process, even if Orn is already close to the Dao, and with the help of the magical fire of the center of the earth, it will take half a month before the refining process is on the right track.

And in this half month, Lu Yang's blood has been twice as much as the blood of his whole body.

Fortunately, the character panel gave Lu Yang a powerful recovery ability. Otherwise, let alone ordinary people, even if they are replaced by other realm-level powerhouses, they will not be able to hold on for a long time.

And, it is foreseeable that in the days to come, he will have to donate more and more blood every day.

Because refining is on the right track, it is the real beginning, and it can only be attributed to further preparations.

Inside the furnace township, the sound of ping-pong percussion did not stop for a moment.

Smelting, forging, quenching, fusion...... The steps are carried out at the same time and alternately. Unlike Lu Yang's direct refining with mana fire, what Orn was doing was indeed a forging process.

Gradually, Lu Yang also understood Aoun's overall thinking.

What he did was not to use a piece of metal and hammer it into the shape of a long sword, but to do it gradually.

First, he forged a very small sword, about the size of Lu Yang's finger, which should be just a little spark in Orn's eyes. But when the small sword is formed, not only the details are perfect, but also has a special charm, the so-called lifting is light, but that's it.

This was just the beginning, and once it was done, Orn began to "dress" the sword, that is, to forge a slightly larger sword to wrap it in, or more simply, to make it longer and thicker to make it bigger.

The first time he "dressed", the little sword changed from the little thumb to the middle finger, and the growth rate since then has been similar.

After discovering this, Lu Yang was completely shocked.

It's hard to imagine how Orn managed to make the next layer blend perfectly with the first.

What's even more unimaginable is that the shape of the sword is exactly the same every time, but the technique used by Orn is completely different, and the charm of the sword after it is formed also changes.

Ever-changing, but not departing from its roots.

Orn's blacksmithing skills have reached unbelievable levels.

Lu Yang watched as the "small sword" changed from the size of a finger to the size of a palm, then to a short sword, to an ordinary long sword, and then continued to grow larger and longer.

At the same time, correspondingly, Lu Yang had to donate more and more blood every day, and finally even drew more than one-third of his body's blood every day.

As a result, even if Lu Yang stood in front of Sala and Ash now, they might not be able to recognize him.

His face was pale, his eyes were sunken, his eyes emitted a strange green glow, his body was as thin as a skeleton, his skin was wrinkled, and he was shriveled and flabby.

At first glance, he looked like a dried corpse crawling out of a coffin.

It is true that Lu ** has a strong recovery ability, but Orn does not give him a chance to fully recover at all, and the blood is drawn day and night, all day long.

However, this was not done by him on purpose, on the contrary, it was Lu Yang who asked him to do it.

In fact, Orn had suggested not to be in such a hurry, to rest for a while before continuing, or to simply slow down, but Lu Yang asked him to complete it as quickly as possible on the basis of ensuring a success rate.

After such a long time, Lu Yang couldn't wait.

Drawing blood will not draw him to death, but if he does not become a demigod, he may die when disaster strikes in the future.

Orn doesn't have that much empathy.

After discovering that Lu Yang did not die because of the loss of a large amount of blood every day, he continued to work at his own pace.

……

The flames in the furnace are constantly spitting heat, keeping the entire furnace village in a steaming state.

Bang bang bang......

The massive beast wielded a hammer and slammed it against the iron sword on the cutting board, and with each blow, a large number of sparks burst out.

The iron sword that was the size of Lu Yang's finger before had now turned into a giant statue of more than fifty meters.

Over the course of a month, Orn dressed it in countless clothes, finally giving it a complete makeover.

Although it has not yet been completely formed, a powerful sword intent has already erupted.

Lu Yang stood in front of it, and there was a strong joy in his heart.

He knew that his second demigod-level flying sword was almost forming.

This was not only because Orn hadn't "dressed" it all day, but because he could feel that it was already a budding flower that was just one thing away from fully blooming.

This was so because of an unexpected surprise.

Because from the beginning of refining, it was mixed with his blood, and the process of refining was unexpectedly completed.

In other words, although the refining has not yet been completed, it has already recognized Lu Yang as the master.

This demigod-level flying sword is destined to belong to Lu Yang, and even its creator Orn can't take it away!

The only fly in the ointment is that the attribute of this flying sword is probably the soul realm, although it is also a powerful attribute, but it is not very compatible with Lu Yang.

However, the flaws are not hidden, and the level of the demigod can make up for everything.

Lu Yang could be happy, but Orn remained calm.

He understands the truth that those who travel a hundred miles are half ninety, and the closer they are to success, the more cautious they become.

All of Aoun's energy was poured into the iron sword in front of him, and he didn't even look away from Lu Yang to ask for blood.

It is worth mentioning that the amount of blood donated by Lu Yang every day has increased by a cut, reaching half of his body, making him look more and more like a dried corpse.

Three days later.

Orn controlled a ball of flames, took out the iron sword of more than fifty meters from the furnace, and came to a pool of ice-blue water.

This is a liquid formed by melting the ice by special means.

Next up is the final step, quenching.

Lu Yang's withered face was full of seriousness.

In his senses, a gap has opened at the top of the flower bone, and this last step of quenching is the opportunity that he has been waiting for for a long time.

Lu Yang wanted to purse his lips and smile, but because his teeth had already fallen out, it turned into a very funny expression.

Orn's face was expressionless, but his eyes were equally serious.

More than two months of hard work, success or failure in one fell swoop.

At a certain moment, the flames enveloping the giant iron sword suddenly disappeared, and with a bang, the iron sword fell into the liquid ice.

The sound of Zizi sounded, and the liquid of Zhen Ice boiled, and large expanses of blue smoke evaporated above the pool.

"Will it work?"

Although his divine sense could clearly capture all the movements that were happening inside, Lu Yang couldn't help but lose his eyes.

The blue smoke dispersed, covering the ground around it with a layer of frost, but neither Lu Yang nor Orn took a half step back until there was a thud in the pool.