In front of the gate of the Alchemist Guild, more than a dozen carriages were quietly parked there, and from time to time, officials' carriages would quietly come.

On the side of the steps of the gate, Liu Donglai, the governor of Yunjiang Province, stood with his feet a little numb, holding a handkerchief in his hand, constantly wiping his forehead.

The wind was cold, it was snowing in the sky, and it was impossible for Liu Donglai to sweat on his forehead.

Wiping sweat belongs to the unique body language of officialdom, wiping sweat represents a state of mind, an attitude,

So not only Liu Donglai wiped his sweat, but the provincial officials standing behind him were also constantly wiping their sweat.

After an uneasy wait, the door of the Alchemist's Guild finally opened, and a young apprentice stepped out.

The officials hurriedly stepped forward, and Liu Donglai asked with a concerned face, "How is Master Ye?"

The apprentice bowed slightly, and said coldly: "Ye Gongzi is no longer in trouble, but he still needs to recuperate, please go back." ”

The look of relief and joy on Liu Donglai's face was just right, and he nodded hurriedly and greeted back.

Immediately, two servants stepped forward and held a large stack of gift boxes in front of the apprentice with both hands.

Liu Donglai smiled and said: "These supplements are a little bit of the governor's heart, please pass them on to Sanchuan Bo." ”

The apprentice frowned slightly, there were no top-level medicinal supplements in the Heart Dao Refinery Guild, how could Ye Gongzi be short of this thing?

But after all, the other party was a provincial governor and a feudal official, and the apprentice reluctantly accepted the gift box for him.

Now that was good, the other officials also hurriedly stepped forward and handed over the prepared gifts to the refiner apprentice.

The gate was closed again, and Liu Donglai left two people to guard the door, and left in a hurry with the officials who were about to freeze into popsicles.

It is fortunate that Ye Changsheng is not in a big problem, but they still have to write their guilty pleas, not only to write, but also to write profoundly.

The assassination of the second-class earl of the dignified principality, the master of sword forgery, in broad daylight is bound to cause a shock, not to mention, this person is still white-haired and immortal.

However, contrary to Liu Donglai's expectations, this assassination incident did not set off any waves, and both the imperial court and the Sanchuan Ye family tacitly remained silent.

Afterwards, only the household servant who happened to patrol the streets was escorted to the capital by the secret agents of the secret spy department, and was immediately removed from his post and investigated.

In the past few days, Ye Changsheng has never shown up, and the door of the Refiner Guild has never been opened.

"Wonderful, wonderful!" On the third floor of the refining tower, more than a dozen refiners looked at the long sword in Ye Changsheng's hand and couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

This is a spar sword, black and white, separated from the spine of the sword, distinct, black transparent, white pure, exquisite as a work of art.

The strong contrast between black and white gives this sword a certain mysterious meaning, which can only be understood and cannot be expressed.

The fat vice president of the Refiner Guild, Left Bank, his eyes flashed with divine light, he took the spar sword from Ye Changsheng's hand, and let out an exclamation again: "The light attribute and the dark attribute can be perfectly integrated without flaws, and the legendary sword of judgment is afraid that it is nothing more than that." ”

Ye Changsheng smiled humbly, and he was also very satisfied in his heart.

The Nine Turns Qiankun Furnace produced by Wenjian Hall has been equipped in the Thirteenth Branch of the Refiner, and the Yunjiang Branch is naturally no exception.

Since Ye Changsheng came, he naturally wanted to demonstrate it for everyone, but he chose to imitate the Sword of Judgment in the ancient era, but it was a whim.

The sword wasn't actually very powerful, but it was very difficult to cast.

It is necessary to melt the dark attribute and light attribute spar layer by layer, and then melt and cast it into one, during which there must not be the slightest deviation, otherwise the two attributes will conflict with each other, and the failure of casting will be small, and it may even cause an explosion incident.

Fortunately, in the recent period, Ye Changsheng's casting skills have improved a lot, and he has started a trip to the treasure of the Shura Gate, which has given him a deeper understanding of the energy of the dark attribute.

It was under his precise calculations and control that the sword of judgment was successfully completed.

Darkness and light, probably what he is struggling with in his heart.

After the exchange, Ye Changsheng, under the guidance of a deacon, entered the underground sword hiding room again.

The Yunjiang branch is the first branch, and the number of hidden swords is naturally the first, fortunately, Ye Changsheng came in time, otherwise, a large number of hidden swords here will be melted down for the recycling and utilization of materials.

The stone gate closed abruptly, isolated from the world.

Ye Changsheng looked at the sea of light in front of him, took a deep breath, and strode into the canyon-like sword frame.

Sitting cross-legged in the posture of "snake dance", Ye Changsheng's eyes were lowered, and he said in a deep voice: "Suck up!"

The "Secret Record of the Futu Slaughter" of the "Nine Heavens Refining Divine Formula" was activated, and a storm was set off in the chest.

The black whirlpool rumbled and swirled, and the evil qi in the countless ancient swords, like black streamers, escaped from the sword body and was pulled into the whirlpool.

The evil qi was quickly transformed into pure attributeless spiritual power, flowing through Ye Changsheng's whole body.

Three hundred and sixty-one acupuncture points, the light flickered, and the crystal clear spirit crystals calmly absorbed the spiritual power, and then transported the spiritual power into the spiritual sea space of the dantian.

A frustrating feeling of swelling arose, Ye Changsheng opened his eyes helplessly, and the storm in his chest slowly subsided.

He is already a half-step supreme, the peak of the True Martial Realm, and the energy that can be stored in his body has reached the limit.

Even though these hidden swords could provide him with more evil qi and transform more attributeless energy, they could no longer absorb it.

If you want to continue to absorb energy, you can only break the limits of your body and break through barriers.

And in order to break through the barrier, it is necessary to let the second spirit center on the empty surface of the Spirit Sea take shape.

And in order for the second spirit to take shape, what he needed was no longer attributeless spiritual power, but dark energy!

That's right, in the mist of the second corpse, the black silk thread is the dark energy.

In other words, the second attribute energy awakened in Ye Changsheng's body was dark energy.

Changsheng couldn't be sure whether the awakening of the dark energy was because of the Nine Heavens Refining Divine Technique, or because of the mysterious imprint on the back of his hand.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with dark energy, because energy is energy, and dark energy does not only belong to demon cultivators, in fact, many great monks of Buddhism also have dark attributes.

However, Changsheng was always a little uneasy, perhaps because he lacked the confidence that he could safely harness the dark energy.

There is no point in dwelling on it, does he have any other choice?

As soon as he thought of that powerful Crazy Sand Gate Sword Cultivator, Changsheng had palpitations, and he could even feel the pain of the yellow sand hitting his face, and he could also feel the dull pain from the wound in his chest.

The enemies he encountered in the future, the enemies faced by the Ye family, would only become stronger and stronger, how could he hold back?

Ye Changsheng subconsciously touched the back of his hand, lowered his eyes again, and shouted: "Suck!"