The Refiner Guild, on the first floor of the refining tower, in front of the roaring furnace, Ye Changsheng was sitting in a wheelchair and had been holding on for three days and three nights.

After two days of rest, Ye Changsheng led everyone to start the ninth and last casting.

Today is the fifteenth day.

Behind the wheelchair, everyone watching looked solemn, staring intently at the steaming fire in the furnace, and their mood became more and more nervous.

Although at the time of the first possession, Ye Changsheng had already endowed the material with autonomous spirituality, thus reducing the difficulty of the second possession.

But the difficulty of the second possession also exists, and it is an insurmountable level for countless swordsmiths.

Only when the second possession is successful, can the Zixiao Sword be considered a true casting success.

Otherwise, the best result would be nothing more than a Lingwu-level long sword.

With Ye Changsheng's command, the last auxiliary material was added into the furnace ding, and it fused with the purple molten iron.

The purple mist spread out again, filling the entire furnace tripod, and then escaping outward, enveloping the entire furnace tripod.

"Kaiding!" Ye Changsheng ordered loudly.

"Kaiding!" the two fire-controlling refiners shouted back and activated the mechanism module.

Above the three-legged tripod, three cracks slowly opened, and the wall of the tripod opened outward like petals, revealing the boiling purple molten iron inside the tripod.

Ye Changsheng's eyes were deep and peaceful, and when the iron level calmed down, he calmly ordered again: "Spirit Stone, Wind Attribute!"

"Spirit Stone, Wind Attribute!"

The Great Elder Lu Wanfang, who had been waiting on the side for a long time, was full of a sense of ceremony, held a piece of transparent crystal forward, and finally threw the crystal into the molten iron.

With a snort, Lu Wanfang's white hair was half scorched, and her complexion was also smoked with a layer of purple gas.

However, he still stood stubbornly where he was, his blood-red eyes open, watching the ripples of molten iron.

The costume on Elder Lu's body was also idiosyncratic, not afraid of high temperatures, and it also had an ice attribute that automatically cooled down, but even so, standing so close was a torment for him.

However, Elder Lu was as happy as he was, and his heart was full of excitement.

Being able to participate in the casting of a legendary-level longsword in his lifetime is a lifetime of celebration for any swordsmith.

Childe asked him to throw the spirit bead into the molten iron with his own hands, which was a great honor and the greatest praise for him.

Lu Wanfang even thought excitedly that at this moment, it was probably the pinnacle of his life, even if he died afterwards, it was worth it!

Lu Wanfang's heart was stirred, and she was always ready, and finally waited for the beautiful voice of Gongzi.

"Wind Spirit Bead, put it in!"

"Wind Spirit Bead, put it in!"

Lu Wanfang took a deep breath, endured the hot pain in her throat, and took out a cyan bead from her close-fitting pocket.

He clenched the fist-sized bead, right in the center of the purple molten iron, and the moment it was dented, he threw the wind spirit bead into it with precision.

In the crowd of observers, An Zhisu said solemnly: "The second time I possessed the spirit, the wind spirit bead and the thunder spirit bead used are all treasures of my refiner guild, and the spirituality contained in the spirit bead comes from the attribute spirit grass that grows naturally between heaven and earth, and is not mixed with any impurities." ”

Everyone nodded one after another, but those who were interested knew that the reason why An Zhisu said this was to imply that the scene of Mu Tianzi's sword ten years ago would not be repeated.

"Whew!"

In the rolling flames, the molten iron inside the furnace began to ripple layer by layer, and then around the center, a whirlpool was rolled.

The mist is filled, and the purple swirl, the surface is like smooth silk, and the whirlpool spires upward, revealing an indescribable beauty, making everyone's hearts sway.

The wind attribute spiritual power of the wind spirit bead turned into wisps of fresh wind, entangled in the purple vortex.

The half-human-tall whirlpool gradually broke away from the furnace ding, and as if it had grown a pair of feet, it moved slowly in the direction of Ye Changsheng.

Ye Changsheng's eyes also burned, he stood up from his wheelchair, and said loudly: "Lei Lingzhu, put it in!"

Lu Wanfang flew up, suspended in mid-air, and threw the purple thunder spirit bead out at the moment when the purple mist blew through.

The purple spirit bead flew with incomparable precision, and drilled through the hole above the purple vortex.

"Boom!"

An earth-shattering roar, a purple pillar of air, with endless brilliance, rose to the sky!

When the purple qi reached the top of the hall, it instantly dispersed, like a huge canopy, shrouded above the whirlpool.

Purple air comes from the east.

Lightning is over!

Countless tiny bolts of lightning flickered in the purple canopy, sparkling and converging into a single piece of brilliant electric light, reflecting the hall as bright as day.

Hunting in long clothes, white hair flying, Ye Changsheng strode forward, and when he was half a meter away from the purple vortex, he stopped.

He stretched out his hands abruptly and reached out towards the purple vortex.

Everyone's hearts hung in an instant, and they didn't even dare to breathe, staring straight at Ye Changsheng.

Ye Changsheng is an attributeless spiritual power, which means that he doesn't need to use the transformation device from the outside world, just by relying on his own adjustment, he can transform the required attribute spiritual power.

What he has to do now is to transform the wind attribute spiritual power with one hand and the thunder and lightning attribute spiritual power with the other hand, and use the guidance of his own spirituality to balance the two attributes in the whirlpool.

For the controller, the spiritual power of the guide does not need to be very strong, and it has the meaning of four or two thousand catties.

However, this subtle control is the greatest test for a swordsmith.

If you are not careful, the two spirits in the purple vortex will be unbalanced, and Ye Changsheng will be devoured.

Even if it won't be swallowed, don't forget that the swirling purple vortex is molten iron with a temperature of thousands of degrees.

With such a high temperature of molten iron falling on his body, even if Ye Changsheng did not die, he was afraid that he would be crippled.

An Zhisu and other masters already looked like they were on full alert, secretly mobilizing their energy, ready to take action casually, suppress the out-of-control spiritual power, and rescue Ye Changsheng.

"Boom!"

In the purple canopy above, there was a thunderclap, and a gathering thunder light fell from the sky, like a giant dragon, burrowing into the purple whirlpool.

"Boom!"

There was another earth-shattering roar, and the purple dragon emerged from the whirlpool again, flew up the canopy, and spread into a purple thundercloud.

Ye Changsheng stood still, his open hands swayed slightly, and spiritual power escaped from his palms and penetrated into the purple vortex.

The purple swirling vortex, like a monster that retained a trace of reason in a rage, slowly moved forward with Ye Changsheng's hands and Ye Changsheng's steps.

When Ye Changsheng's hands were placed in front of a sword fan, the bottom of the purple vortex also moved slowly.

With a bang, the entire whirlpool instantly drilled into the sword fan.

(End of chapter)