Sunlight shines through the dim clouds, brightening the dark night sky.

Lu Ling sat on the boulder for a whole night, and his tense spirit for a long time made his eyes bloodshot.

However, at this time, there was no trace of fatigue on Lu Ling's face at all, and he was staring at the front with wide eyes.

There, the circulation of flames continued overnight, and under the countless tempering of the demon flame, a small and delicate flame sword finally emerged, and above the sword body, a palm-sized bright red rune was clearly visible.

After a night of hard work, the first Wanhua Sword Pattern was finally condensed by Lu Ling.

Although the fiery red sword pattern in front of him, whether it is color or energy fluctuations, is far inferior to the sword pattern condensed by Yan Xu's predecessors, this is already the most perfect sword pattern condensed within Lu Ling's ability.

Lu Ling breathed a long sigh of relief, and the excitement diluted the exhaustion a lot, so he spread his palm, and the small sword suspended in the air was shaken, and the sword pattern absorbed all the flames condensed into the sword body and slowly fell into Lu Ling's hand.

He looked at the sword pattern with great interest, and then shook the palm of his hand fiercely, and a flame suddenly rose between the fingers of Lu Ling's fist, and within a few breaths, it turned into a three-foot long sword like a flame cast, the runes on the sword body loomed, the flames flowed like fluid, and the sharp and fiery fluctuations made the space distort slightly.

Lu Ling looked at the long sword in his hand in amazement, he just thought about it, and the sword pattern turned into the shape of the long sword he imagined, and the fluctuations on this sword could be said to be no weaker than the enchanted weapon.

Not only that, because it was a long sword made entirely of flames, its weight was much lighter than those physical weapons, and Lu Ling swung it a few times, and he was quite satisfied with the feel of the long sword.

An idea suddenly occurred in his mind, and then he jumped off the boulder, his palm clenching the hilt of the sword, and on his arm, wisps of demonic flame surged out, covering the blade of the flame sword.

After the demonic flame poured into the long sword reached a critical point, Lu Ling set up a position, the tip of the sword pointed obliquely at the ground, and then he clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands and swung the long sword to slam it from the bottom up.

The demonic flames entrenched on the sword's body seemed to boil in an instant, and they violently vibrate, turning into a crescent-shaped sword qi the size of a zhang as the long sword swung, flying towards the air like a wave of flame heat.

Boom!

The sword qi finally exploded in midair, and the shock wave formed by the convergence of flames and demonic qi rolled up a storm until it roared until the energy was exhausted and gradually dissipated between heaven and earth, leaving only a faintly audible humming echo.

Lu Ling finally couldn't help laughing when he saw that the sword he had slashed out was so powerful. The sword just now was actually the "Immortal Moon Slash", one of the four spells he had learned from Jiuye not long ago.

Before, because Lu Ling couldn't use weapons, he couldn't exert the true power of the Immortal Moon Slash, so he almost forgot about this spell.

However, when he condensed the Wanhua Sword Pattern, he immediately remembered this spell, and the Immortal Moon Slash that he cast with the help of the flame sword in his hand really did not disappoint him.

"I'll call you 'Fire Sword' in the future. Lu Ling looked at the long sword in his hand, and after he finished speaking with a smile, he restored the long sword to the appearance of the sword pattern, because there was no place to place this sword pattern, he had to put it into his qi palace for warmth, which also made the qi palace that was already occupied by the Elemental Pill and the Source Demon Array even more crowded.

However, fortunately, after the sword pattern entered Lu Ling's body, the size was reduced again, becoming the size of a thumb, and the space required became extremely small, Lu Ling saw this, so he put his mind at ease, he didn't want to see the Elemental Pill, the sword pattern, and the Source Demon Array mixed together due to lack of space, resulting in some unpredictable consequences.

Although he hadn't slept all night, Lu Ling was still quite excited at this time, and after he washed his face and concentrated his mind, he immediately began to prepare to condense the second Fire Condensing Sword.

After the first exploration, Lu Ling was already quite familiar with the process of condensation, and he manipulated the demon flames to entangle and squeeze together, trying to blend them into the shape of the sword pattern.

Like the first time, a small flame sword quickly appeared in the flames, obviously, the prototype of this Wanhua sword pattern was basically completed, and the next thing to do was to import the demon flame to make it more condensed.

Under Lu Ling's struggle to sleep and forget to eat, the second sword pattern has gradually taken shape, and this time Lu Ling took far less time than the first one.

At noon, the sun is intense.

Lu Ling wiped the sweat from his cheeks, licked his lips and looked at the sword pattern that had been tempered by the flames for a long time.

This sword pattern has been fully formed, and it is more delicate than the previous one, perhaps this is also because Lu Ling has become more and more proficient in condensing sword patterns.

In addition, the appearance of this Wanhua Sword Pattern seemed to be slightly different from the previous one, which was also due to the difference that occurred when Lu Ling operated it.

This difference does not affect the power of the sword pattern, only the shape of the sword after it is transformed.

Sure enough, after Lu Ling grabbed the sword pattern in his hand, he immediately transformed it into a Fire Condensing Sword, this sword appeared relatively slender, and compared with the previous unpretentious Fire Condensing Sword, the workmanship also looked more exquisite.

Lu Ling was about to swing his sword twice, when suddenly an indescribable feeling of fatigue emerged from the depths of his body, his eyes were dark, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

He quickly knelt on the ground and supported his body with his palms, and surprise flashed across his pale face.

This feeling of exhaustion was not caused by staying awake all night, because until just now he thought that his mental state was stable enough, and after thinking about it, Lu Ling realized that perhaps it was because of the continuous condensation of two sword lines that made his body a little unbearable.

He sat up with palpitations, and couldn't help but feel a little regretful, it seemed that there was a limit to the number of condensations of this Ten Thousand Transformation Sword Pattern, and he thought that he could condense dozens or hundreds of Dao in one go.

Maybe with his current strength, he can condense at most three sword patterns, and if there are more than three, I'm afraid his body won't be able to bear it.

Moreover, Lu Ling found a drawback, that is, there is nowhere to place these sword patterns after they are condensed, if there are a few of them, they can also be placed in the Qi Palace, but if there are more and more sword patterns in the future, even the Qi Palace may not be able to continue to accommodate them, not to mention that his Qi Palace has already been occupied by the Source Demon Array and the Elemental Pill nearly eighty percent of the space.

"It seems that I can only consult the predecessors of Yanxu. Lu Ling thought that anyway, the predecessor of Yanxu also said that after letting Lu Ling condense the three sword patterns, he would go to him again.

However, Lu Ling did not immediately start condensing the third sword pattern, because his body had reached the limit, although it could support up to three sword patterns, but that was also on the premise of being in the best condition, Lu Ling didn't want to be eaten up because of Tuo Da forcibly condensing the sword pattern.

So in the following time, Lu Ling gradually recovered his energy through rest and recuperation.

It seemed that because he knew that Lu Ling was practicing the spell taught by Yan Xu, Jiu Ye, Fang Hai and the others did not come to disturb him.

Therefore, Lu Ling, who was able to concentrate on his work, successfully condensed the last Wanhua sword pattern at noon the next day, although after the sword pattern was born, there seemed to be an electric current flowing in Lu Ling's mind, which almost made him faint, but he still endured it.

It's just that after experiencing this backlash, Lu Ling didn't dare to try to condense the fourth sword pattern for a short time.

Lu Ling shook his head, and finally the dizziness in his mind dissipated.

He looked at the three flame runes of different shapes suspended in front of him, and silently gave a command in his heart, and they instantly turned into three condensing fire swords with different lengths, widths, and slenderness, surrounding Lu Ling's side like satellites.

Lu Ling nodded with satisfaction, no matter how powerful the three Fire Condensing Swords were, at least from the scene in front of them, their coolness was rarely comparable to spells.

He recalled the spectacular scene of the Yan Xu's predecessors merging more than ten swords into one two days ago, and couldn't help but look forward to it, what kind of attack method could his three Fire Condensing Swords evolve into?

Adhering to the principle that fantasy is better than action, Lu Ling immediately made a move, and he commanded the three Fire Condensing Swords through his swiping fingers, and they soon obeyed Lu Ling's command and began to flutter and gather together.

Because Lu Ling couldn't imagine what kind of form he could evolve into in this short period of time, he decided to first follow the methods of his predecessors and try to synthesize them into a sword.

Imagining the form of the Fire Condensing Sword after the three were merged into one, Lu Ling closed his palms, and the three Fire Condensing Swords also fit each other, and the Wanhua Sword Patterns that appeared on their swords glowed with bright fire, and then the three swords began to melt like ice cubes roasted by fire, turning into waves of flames swept together, and the three sword patterns also faintly showed signs of imminent fusion.

Although it is not as good as the scene that Yanxu's predecessors performed that day, but now it seems that there is no mistake in his steps.

So Lu Ling stared at the place where the three sword patterns fused, and his palms still fit tightly.

Around the sword pattern, the dark red demon flame began to spin violently like a tornado, and the flame storm moved closer and closer to the center, Lu Ling was pleasantly surprised to find that under the rolling flames, he seemed to be able to see the wide sword blade.

The fusion of flames lasted for about a minute, and after the storm was reabsorbed by the sword pattern, in front of Lu Ling's eyes, there was a broad-bladed sword that was even higher than him and plunged straight into the ground, the wide sword body formed by the flames was almost up to the distance between Lu Ling's shoulders, and a dazzling rune the size of a human head was engraved on the sword body.

Lu Ling held his breath, although the shape of the big sword was not domineering enough, it was enough to amaze him, and Lu Ling could feel that the fluctuations emanating from this sword alone were already about to catch up with his strongest method, the Ghost Face.

He stepped forward with joy, as the greatsword was drawn from the scorched, blackened and smoking ground by his mind, and floated horizontally in front of him.

Lu Ling held the hilt of the sword that was thicker than his wrist with his right hand, and as he expected, although this big sword was huge, its weight was also extremely light.

He swung his big sword with ease, and the scorching sword qi suddenly drew several distorted traces in the space.

Lu Ling swung a sword at the boulder he had been using to cultivate, and a wave of heat swept out from the blade, cutting a deep mark of about half a foot on the hard boulder, and the surface of the rock was even more burned red and steaming.

Lu Ling's breathing couldn't help but become rapid, just an ordinary swing had such a powerful power, if he threw this sword directly towards the opponent during the battle, I am afraid that it would be difficult to resist even in the late stage of the early opening realm!

After the excitement, Lu Ling restored the big sword into three sword patterns and placed them in the Qi Palace, looking at the direction of the bamboo forest where the predecessors of Yanxu lived at the foot of the mountain.

It seems that it is time to visit Iwaku-senpai again.

Thinking like this in his heart, Lu Ling no longer hesitated and walked towards the path leading to the bottom of the mountain.