This breath only appeared a little, and the surrounding aura was like being boiled by a heat wave, bursting like a slurry.

Sumeru sighed slightly in her heart and fell silent.

Zhao Shenbi lit a meditation talisman, and the light green light was like a starry light, enveloping him behind him, and then with a wave of his sleeve, he held Sumeru Baoyu in the middle of his palm.

The soul power surged slowly, and a thumb-sized flame, just like the ice-blue flame of a spring bud in the treetops, rose up on the jade wall and beat slowly.

Although the flames contain an incomparably pure and terrifying high temperature, there is not a trace of escape.

And under this high temperature, the spiritual power boiling on all sides not only did not continue to riot, but was extremely tame, silently calming down like frozen ice.

After Zhao Shenbi took a deep breath, he actually opened his mouth and spit out the golden pill in his abdomen.

The golden light splashed everywhere, and when I looked at it, it was all golden Dan fire that was brilliant to the extreme, like the great sun casting into the sea, and it was integrated into the Sumeru Origin Sacred Flame.

The fire immediately exploded, almost burning the mountains and boiling the sea.

He dragged the jade with his left hand, and he actually wanted to use it as a furnace to open the furnace to cast a sword!

After feeling this extremely terrifying flame, Lan Xin's sword immediately screamed "in the clouds", and the already broken sword body was even more overwhelmed by this coercion.

Zhao Shenbi put his fingers together, his fingertips were like a waterfall, and he gently wiped it on the sword, smoothing out the restlessness in the clouds, and said in a deep voice, "If you want to break and stand up, go one step further, no longer absorb your master's spiritual power and materials to nourish yourself, or even feed her body in turn, then you must endure this kind of suffering!"

The long sword has a spirit, and after hearing this, it let out a whimper again, and finally stopped shaking.

Zhao Shenbi nodded with satisfaction.

Two fingers lightly tapped the long sword, the aura was agitated, and the sword rhyme was revealed, shrouded and suspended like a cloud and mist, and was directly handed into the flames by Zhao Shenbi.

As soon as the long sword was thrown into flames, the already broken sword body immediately collapsed, scattering and exploding like iron filings, but it was wrapped in Zhao Shenbi's heavy telekinesis and placed in the flames to continue to calcine.

I don't know how much effort Lan Xin has poured into this sword, since her manifestation, it has consumed countless spirit stones and strange treasures, but it actually melted into liquid in an instant under the high temperature of this flame.

It stands to reason that when the magic weapon reaches this level, it is almost destroyed, and even if it is forged again, it has almost nothing to do with the original owner.

But that's just for the average forger.

The fingers of Zhao Shenbi's right hand kept flicking, like an immortal playing the strings, and like a weaver girl pulling silk, with a kind of secret technique, with the blessing of soul power, he forcibly maintained the spirit body in the sword at a critical point where it seemed to be scattered and not scattered, and the sword intent was like nothing.

A trace of flame drilled into the melted liquid of the flying sword with unmistakable precision, constantly separating the impurities inside, refining the essence of the material, and refining the weak points.

The whole process is not only a huge drain on the mind, but also extremely detrimental to spiritual power, as long as the forging master is a little overwhelmed, he will lose all his efforts.

And if one is not careful, a little mistake will also cause the flying sword to leave flaws, or simply collapse, and the difficulty is not huge.

However, Zhao Shenbi didn't even sweat a drop except for his slightly pale face.

Every bit of mental power and spiritual power, he used it just right, and he would never waste a single bit, and he would never overflow a little.

Calm and relaxed, and play with ease.

After he blew lightly, the liquid condensed like mercury immediately dispersed like catkins, forming a thick cloud that shrouded the entire cave.

As the name suggests, "in the clouds", it has both form and meaning, and is almost reborn from the fire.

However, this is not enough.

Whether it was out of pride as a Heavenly Rank Forger, or to repay Lan Xin more or less, Zhao Shenbi's sword casting this time could not be limited to this.

He slapped the space ring, and the various treasures turned into streamers, lined up in front.

Among them, there are not only the magic weapons of the earth immortal monks that have been captured, but also the materials with the aura of sharp gold.

Among them, the most precious was the Meridian Geng Essence that he had spent a lot of energy collecting and preparing to use to quench the remaining ashes.

and a simple and heavy sword that was bound and sealed by layers of thunder and light, and eroded to the point of almost dilapidation.

Xuanjian Ancestor's natal flying sword.

At that time, Zhao Shenbi used the power of the immortal soldiers of Tianyuan Mountain to deter and seize this sword, and he wanted to impose a small punishment and let the Missing Moon Sword Sect Jiazi come to the door to make amends and take the sword.

But he didn't expect that the Heavenly Evil Supreme Yue Yu would immediately kill the Xuanjian Ancestor, so this sword naturally became an ownerless flying sword, and it was simply taken into Zhao Shenbi's pocket.

Now it is used to smelt and nourish the "clouds", which is simply a bit overkill, and it can even be said to be a tyrannical thing.

If others saw this scene, I am afraid that they would be heartbroken and beat their chests, and even if Lan Xin was not unconscious, it would be absolutely impossible for Zhao Shenbi to act like this.

The natal flying sword of a half-step divine sword cultivator is worth enough to detonate a catastrophe in the cultivation realm.

Since ancient times, sword cultivation and sword cultivation have been the most difficult and money-consuming kind of cultivation among many monks, and the most valuable thing on their bodies is the natal sword.

Because sword cultivation and sword cultivation are different from ordinary monks, they do not rely on magic powers and other magic weapons, but pour all their cultivation and means into the blade in their hands.

The reason why it is extremely difficult to break through the realm of sword cultivation is not only that one's own cultivation needs to break through, but also that one's own body warms and nourishes the natal object, consuming countless spirit stones and heavenly and earthly treasures, so that its quality can be elevated and match the master's realm.

In short, sword cultivation must be broken through the realm, and swords must also be "upgraded" first.

Throughout the ages, most of the sword cultivators and sword cultivators were poor people, because almost all of their money and savings were used to refine their natal objects.

It can be imagined how many exotic treasures the Xuanjian Ancestor's sword has consumed, and how many spirit stones have been eaten by the Missing Moon Sword Sect.

Even Zhao Shenbi was a little embarrassed.

However, he did not have the slightest heartache and remorse, and immediately suppressed the Xuanjian with the breath of Sumeru Baoyu, and his two fingers were like thunder, knocking on the sword body step by step, shattering it into powder.

Xuanjian let out a wail, and he already had the intention of burning the jade, and immediately wanted to explode the spirit body and fight with Zhao Shenbi to break the net.

However, Zhao Shenbi seemed to have been prepared, and after urging the flames to spread and cover, the faint consciousness in the sword immediately disappeared.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, you little sword spirit, what kind of waves do you want to stir up in my hands?

You must know that in the past, in order to become a heaven-level forging master, the deity killed people and seized treasures, and refined the half-immortal soldiers, and those demon monks had extremely deep grievances and extremely sinful instrument spirits, and they couldn't escape the palm of my hand, let alone you?

Zhao Shenbi flicked his hands, like a churning storm, and threw the fragments of the Xuanjian and all the treasures into the flames.

His momentum skyrocketed, increasing the urging and refining of the Danhuo, stripping away all his impurities, melting into a golden liquid the size of his head, constantly tumbling and boiling.

Zhao Shenbi's expression was tense, because he had reached the most critical step.

His right hand slammed into the air, like a bamboo whip whipping the air, and the clouds and mist in the sky immediately converged from all directions, and melted with the golden liquid.

The long sword instantly condensed and formed, and the sword intent soared like a tide, almost wanting to break through the barrier of the cave mansion and rush straight to Xiaohan.

But it doesn't stop there.

A ray of silver light suddenly appeared, surging out from the tip of the sword, flowing the sword body like moonlight, making the entire flying sword seem to be immersed in the moonlight, but it was shrouded in a layer of thick clouds, which made it difficult to see.

However, that sword intent is particularly striking.

Succeed with flying colors.

Zhao Shenbi held this recast flying sword, only feeling that he was holding a swimming dragon that swallowed clouds and spitted mist, and even the space was under the blade of the sword, causing ripples.

The clouds trembled, exuding a sense of joy, full of gratitude to Zhao Shenbi.

He smiled slightly, and after taking a long breath, he put away Sumeru Baoyu and Jindan, only to find that his body was already wet with sweat.

"Since you are already a magic weapon comparable to a magic weapon, then from now on, take good care of your master. Zhao Shenbi flicked the long sword, the sword was like a swimming dragon, turning from real to virtual, and disappeared into Lan Xin's qi mansion in a flash.

His eyes were in a trance, and he muttered, "I believe that with this sword to suppress the Qi Mansion, even if there is no chance in the future, your cultivation path should be a smooth road." ”

In this way, even after separation, he will feel a little better.

"What about you, who used everything on others, what did you use to suppress the Qifu?" Sumeru sighed, and her voice sounded slowly in her heart.

Zhao Shenbi was stunned when he heard this, and only smiled bitterly.

Only then did he suddenly remember that since the formation of the Dan, he had not refined anything as the pillar of the Qifu Jindan.